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The wooden sword is simple and simple, almost condensed with some kind of calm and heavy, in the hearts of the little boys, the spirit of alchemy, the mysterious and mysterious scriptures, the fingers of the stars to calculate the past and present, and even carved out All kinds of magical powers of genuine charms... none of them are as attractive as the word "Yijian".
What is the calamity ascension?
Compared with the Fourteen States of One Sword Frost and Cold, even the legendary soaring clouds and fog had to rank behind.
I saw the real Mu Chun waving his slender arms and legs, walking slowly to the middle of the small courtyard, like a wooden stick on which clothes were hung.
With anticipation, Han Yuan asked the question that Cheng Qian wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to ask: "Does Master want to teach us to practice swords? When can we get swords?"
Mu Chun: "No hurry, there is a wooden sword."
After he finished speaking, under the watchful eyes of his apprentices, he fluttered his two arms, set up a soft starter pose, and practiced one move after another. ——qiáng body——healthy body——ventilation——invigorating blood——living to——race god——”
Cheng Qian: "..."
His budding dream of calling for wind and calling for rain just shattered in the "knife, light and sword shadow" of "Dong Qiang - Dong Dong Qiang".
Master's "jīng superb" swordsmanship quickly attracted a sparrow to land on the wooden stake beside him and stopped to watch.
This is really the quietest set of swordsmanship in the world. saw the wooden sword passing by, as if nothing, not even a shred of wind. Even snails can climb to the top of trees.
Coupled with the ecstasy commentary of Master's "Qiáng Fitness Competition Immortals", the effect is very impressive.
I saw the master lifted his foot and took a step. He bent back and slashed the wooden sword horizontally, approaching the sparrow on the wooden stake tremblingly.
The little sparrow was daring, staring at the incoming wooden sword with a pair of small black bean-like eyes.
Mu Chun boldly warned: "Don't let the little beast go, be careful that the wooden sword of this sect will hurt your life!"
And after saying such a long sentence, the wooden sword in his hand was just handed to the sparrow's feet. The little sparrow heard the ferocious warning, raised one leg in a hurry, took a step to the side, and completely passed the Fuyao sect. "Sharp Sword", calmly watched the gentle sword shadow drift away.
Han Yuan was already overjoyed, and Cheng Qian was also very difficult to understand. The martial arts he had seen at the entrance of the village were not as absurd as this wooden sword, but he did not laugh rashly, because he found that his brothers did not laugh either— If it is said that the senior brother is sorting his hair and it is inconvenient to lean forward and back together, then the second senior brother who loves toads has some reference value.
Li Yun, who couldn't sit still like the nails on his butt just now, not only didn't smile at this time, but his face that always seemed to have bad intentions actually showed a bit of concentration, and he watched Master's dance like a god with good eyes. .
The master completely practiced the first form of the swinging wooden sword, and finally stopped at a golden movement with his arms spread out. He looked like he was shaking, and said shaky: "This is the first style of my swinging wooden sword.
It's a pity that he doesn't look like Dapeng spreading his wings.
Han Yuan covered his mouth and blushed.
This time, the master did not appease him, he raised his hand and patted the top of his head with a wooden sword—this action was much more agile than before.
Real Master Mu Chun said angrily, "What did I say to you? Shen Lian gathers his heart! Impetuous! What are you laughing at? It's ridiculous! Copy the "Qing Jing Jing" five times at night, and bring it to me tomorrow."
Because Han Yuan didn't know how to read, even the steps to copy the door rules were delayed. Hearing that, he immediately sacrificed his death-free gold medal with a drooling face, and said shamelessly, "Master, I don't know how to read yet."
Mu Chun said: "Take it down, follow the painting - Li Yun!"
The second senior brother took a step forward.
The master said: "You lead the juniors to practice the first form and the first form, and when I come back, I will guide you to the second form."
Cheng Qianxin said: "I heard that he learned the second style after more than a year of entry. Is it possible that he has been practicing Gongji Daming for a whole year?"
Before he could finish his amazement and emotion, Li Yun had already stood still, holding a wooden sword and making a quick start, which actually brought out a bit of smugness in a young man. Compared, of course, not the same thing. The young man's name was like green bamboo, his body was like green bamboo, and he had a face that was not serious. The sound of the wooden sword in his hand was like a blowing wind, and the sword wind was everywhere, and there was an invincible sharpness.
That is the youthful spirit, unstoppable.
The calm little bird couldn't stand the shock, and immediately fluttered its wings and soared into the sky.
But before Cheng Qian and Han Yuan came back to their senses, they saw the second senior brother with a straight face, his anger sinking into his dantian, and he roared word by word: "Fuyao wooden swordsmanship! Live until the race is immortal!"
...The young swordsman became a Dali Pill seller in the blink of an eye.
But Li Yun didn't feel ashamed at all. After shouting this sentence, he turned around and made a face at his two stunned junior brothers.
☆, Chapter 8
Yan Zhengming slowly wiped his wooden sword with a piece of silk, and watched the younger brothers practice swords for a while.
The swords of the juniors and juniors were purely a joke. Except for Li Yun, they were more or less human. The other two little things were basically two big monkeys holding sticks. They were juggling with wooden swords, and the master was still correcting them. Sword gesture.
The master said to this in a while: "Although the wooden sword is merciful, the real sword has no eyes. When dealing with swords and soldiers, you must be cautious - Cheng Qian, don't put your fingers on the blade, you can't feel the ten fingers connected to the heart. ?"
After a while, he said to that: "Donghai has three hundred catties of heavy swords, just now holding them in both hands, Xiao Yuan, I think you are not practicing swords, but iron."
Sometimes he has to tie his arms and run around to save a fire set by Li Yun's shit stirrer: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, oops, be careful with your eyes!"
...To say "unsightly" is to flatter these little cubs.
Young Master Yan's eyes turned around, and finally fell on Cheng Qian, looking at the child a few more times.
He is well aware of the fact that he is a playboy, but he thinks that he is so playful that he doesn't hurt the world and doesn't hurt anyone, so he feels at ease, never repents, and keeps pace with the times and intensifies his mood.
At the same time, Young Master Yan also admitted that he is a little superficial - he is very self-aware of himself, knowing that whether he is "knowledge" or "character", he basically has nothing at all, since he himself does not have either, It is also inconvenient to be too demanding of others, so Yan Zhengming's preference for a person's likes and dislikes is naturally only "look at the face".
According to this standard, people like Han Yuan and his class are heinous in his eyes.
"Looking at people and looking at faces" is Yan Zhengming's iron-clad principle of dealing with the world. To this, he is only willing to make exceptions for two people: one is Master and the other is Li Yun.
Even though the master looks full of evil, but Young Master Yan followed him to practice for eight years, he was used to growing up, and he was very close emotionally, so he was willing to forgive this openly.
And Li Yun... Even if Li Yun looks like a dog, Yan Zhengming still decided not to share the sky with him, that thing is really not a thing.
As for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming was actually very pleasing to the eye, otherwise he wouldn't have given him candy as soon as they met - unfortunately, his third junior brother didn't appreciate it.
Of course, this pleasing to the eye is also very limited. After all, Cheng Qian is still young, and it is unknown whether he will be beautiful or disabled in the future. It is not enough to make Young Master Yan interested in staring at a little broken child waving a wooden stick.
In the yard raised by the master, the younger brothers were running noisily. Yan Zhengming was idly carrying his wooden sword, standing aside and dazed, thinking about his stagnant progress.
Yan Zhengming has been practicing swordsmanship with his master for almost eight years, and the swinging wooden sword barely managed to practice the third style.
Although the starting gesture was drawn by the master and vividly portrayed as a play of five animals for middle-aged and elderly people, the swordsmanship itself is not ridiculous.
Yan Zhengming is not an ignorant little beggar Han Yuan. Before he joined the Fuyao Sect, his family had invited him the best swordsmanship master. Even if he was not good at learning the arts, he was still not blind.
There are five types of swinging wooden swords in total, namely, "Pengcheng Wanli", "Seeking Up and Down", "Failure to Expect", "Prosperity and Decline", and "Return to Originality". Each type has twenty-five strokes and countless transformations. With the growth of age in the past few years, Yan Zhengming sometimes almost has the illusion that this set of swordsmanship contains everything in the world. Stopping and thinking about every point can lead to countless possibilities for the follow-up.
But his master never talked about these things, Mu Chun would only tremble and gesture the basic moves, and comprehend everything else on his own.
Several times, Yan Zhengming wanted to ask him why he didn't want to dismantle those wonderful sword moves, but without exception, the old huáng rat láng passed by pretending to be crazy.
Yan Zhengming thought about it for a while, stood up, and tried to walk through the third type of "backfire".
It's disgraceful to say, Rao is that he neither pursues Wencheng nor martial arts, and is lazy, but he has been stuck in this style for two years, and he is somewhat embarrassed.
I don't know who came up with the name of this style of "things backfire", it is really appropriate, and after correcting it countless times, he just didn't know where he was stuck, and that awkward feeling lingered in every move.
Yan Zhengming stopped halfway through his practice, staring at his wooden sword and frowning.
Daotong and maids, who were waiting in battle, hurried up, fanning fans, and wiping sweat.
It's a pity that the flattery hit the horse's leg this time, and the young master's sword practice has become a bottleneck.
He waved his hand abruptly, and shouted in a vicious voice: "Go away, don't get in the way! You are not allowed to come over when I practice swords in the future!"