The maid Xiao Yu'er asked timidly, "Master, is this a new rule?"

Where did this word come from? Just because that young master Yan had nothing to do, he set a lot of "rules" out of nothing - such as clothes and shoes must be the same color, when should he come up to brush his hair, clean the desk in the study several times a day, get up early in the morning and drink a drink that goes well. He didn't open his mouth before the herbal tea... Wait a minute, and so on, he created it all by himself.

I'm afraid can't remember it if change mind. The emperor may not have many of his problems.

Young Master Yan's expression hadn't recovered yet. As soon as his upper lip touched his lower lip, a new rule came out: "In the future, when I practice swordsmanship, I won't call you, and I'm not allowed to come around and show my eyes."

Unfortunately, Cheng Qian, who heard this sentence, was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the senior brother actually knew what "Xianyan" was.

Master Mu Chun, who was leading Cheng Qian, coughed loudly beside him, and called out, "Teacher."

As soon as Yan Zhengming turned his head, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian. The child didn't look at him directly, as if he had never seen the world, lowered his head "shyly", and followed behind the master step by step.

... "shyly" sneered at the strange status quo in the sect where others could not see.

Mu Chun pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Your second junior brother can't take care of him alone, so you can give some pointers to the third junior brother in a while."

More than Li Yun couldn't take care of him, he was about to take Han Yuan to the house to reveal the roof.

Yan Zhengming's own sword moves hadn't been practiced and understood, and he didn't have the mood to point others. He frowned without concealment when he heard the words, and arrogantly burst out his impatient resentment at his master.

As everyone knows, the person who is more resentful than him is Cheng Qian. He doesn't understand why the master refuses to personally point him. What can Big Brother wish to order?

Can you teach him how to look in the mirror to make his nose look high?

However, Yan Zhengming didn't refute Master's face in front of his younger brother. He suppressed the objection that he almost wanted to blurt out, and asked patiently, "Master, there seems to be something wrong with my 'things backfire'."

The real Mu Chun asked cheerfully, "What's wrong?"

Nothing was right, the whole body was not smooth, Yan Zhengming felt as if Jianghe was going retrograde when practicing this pose, and it was terribly exhausting.

But although he understood in his heart, he couldn't describe his mysterious and mysterious feeling on his mouth for a while. Thousands of words flowed under his tongue, and he didn't know where to start. In the end, Yan Zhengming blurted out as if he was possessed by something: "It doesn't seem to be... not very good-looking."

Cheng Qian, who was watching from the sidelines, confirmed once again that this senior brother is a big straw bag dressed in gold and silver.

The master played Tai Chi with a smile and said, "The haste is not enough, you can wait a little longer for this style."

Master Mu Chun is always this virtuous, this shit master, no matter what questions his apprentice asks, he never answers directly, and it is necessary to make a big deal out of it.

Although Yan Zhengming is used to this, he still can't help but ask coquettishly, "When will you wait?"

Real Man Mu Chun said warmly, "Wait for you to grow a few inches taller."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

As lazy as he is, there are always a few days a month when he wants to deceive his teacher and destroy his ancestors.

After that, Mu Chun threw Cheng Qian to the "Treasure of the Town School" in a grand manner, and leisurely returned to the pavilion to drink tea.

The Fuyao School implements the ancient tradition of "Master leads the door, cultivation is in the individual". Their chai stick master has never shown any real talent and practical learning, and always just uses shelf goods to put a big frame for them, and fill in the big frame. Whatever, he doesn't care.

Yan Zhengming glanced distractedly at his third junior brother, who had a solemn face, and had nothing to say with this little thing, so he found a place to sit down in a fit of anger, and leaned against the stone on the side. On the table, a Taoist boy came forward, took his wooden sword with both hands, and carefully wiped it with white silk.

Daotong had never washed his own face with such gentle care.

Afterwards, Young Master Yan, who had already sat down, didn't know what happened, and stood up like a corpse.

I saw his slender brows wrinkle, and gave a displeased glance to the little Yu'er next to him, but he refused to say a word, making the little girl pale under his eyes, and she was so overwhelmed that she was about to cry. .

In the end, Xueqing, who was still waiting for Cheng Qian, couldn't see it, and pointed softly: "It's cold on the stone."

Xiao Yu'er just remembered that she had just let their daughter-in-law sit directly on the stone stool, making him cold!

She hurriedly committed a crime that deserved death, came forward crying, and shot like electricity, giving the young master three layers of cushions.

Yan Zhengming then glared at her, the boss condescended to sit down in dissatisfaction, and raised his chin weakly to Cheng Qian: "You practice, I'm watching, why don't you ask me if you don't understand."

Cheng Qian directly regarded his senior brother as a lump of turbid air that was obstructing sight and hearing. He didn't even respond.

Cheng Qian had been crawling on a tree to eavesdrop since he was a child. At that time, he had no books or books, and it was impossible to ask questions, so he stole an unforgettable stunt alive.

Master's presentation was so quiet and gentle, Cheng Qian recalled a little, and Mu Chun's actions were all lined up in his mind.

Based on his memory, he cautiously imitated his master's trembling movements, comparing his movements with his memory at any time, so that he could correct himself before the dog behind him licked the door curtain and opened his mouth to correct it.

This kind of imitation ability makes the monkey feel ashamed when he sees it. Yan Zhengming was still a little careless at first. Over time, his eyes slowly focused on Cheng Qian-the little brat even arbitrarily pressed the first moves against the master. The formulas are taken apart and practiced.

He would practice the dismantling moves several times in the slow and leisurely way of the master. After getting familiar with it a little, his eyes suddenly became sharp. At that moment, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but put down his hand that was reaching for the tea bowl - he found that The spirit hidden at the tip of the sword is extremely familiar, this kid is imitating Li Yun!

Cheng Qian was imitating after all, and because of his young age and lack of energy, he was far from Li Yun's desperate youthful spirit, but as soon as that spirit joined in, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly changed - as if it was originally a sword. The piece of paper that was spread on the ground gradually swelled up at this time, and it had a three-dimensional shape!

This shape is still vague, because Cheng Qian's sword is not said to be compared with Li Yun, but whether the basic moves are accurate or not is still up for debate.

Yan Zhengming felt something at that moment, and he felt that he could see the sword intent of the Fuyao wooden sword.

Sword Intent is not a peach on a tree or a fish in the water. Without decades of hard work and the realm of the unity of the sword, it is impossible to condense the Sword Intent - as for Cheng Qian, of course that little brat is even more impossible. What kind of "sword intent" is drawn, it is very good that he can hold the sword steady and not smash his feet.

However, the "Pengcheng Wanli" formula very subtly fits the mood of young people who first entered the fairy gate. Yan Zhengming remembered how he felt when he saw the mantras in the mountains. It was fresh, curious, and had an irrepressible imagination about the future...

That might not be called "Sword Intent", but the swinging wooden sword itself coincides with the state of mind of the sword holder, and it is the sword technique that guides the sword holder.

Yan Zhengming stood up. He was watching Cheng Qian's sword, and by chance, he touched something that he had been puzzling over before-the invisible and intangible changes in swordsmanship, and why the master never explained- Because the swordsmanship itself is alive.

Why did Yan Zhengming feel that he was powerless from the second type of "searching from top to bottom", and it was even more difficult to continue when he reached the third type of "backfire"—because he didn't know what it was like to search from top to bottom, and he didn't understand what backfired.

The wooden sword could no longer guide him.

☆, Chapter 9

After figuring out this level of joints, Yan Zhengming understood that it was time for him to travel down the mountain.

Dire and hot water can forge the body, joy and hate can forge the spirit.

Although the Fuyao wooden sword is an entry-level swordsmanship, it coincides with the ups and downs of ordinary people's life. This is not something that can be made behind closed doors. He spends all day in the gentle village on Fuyao Mountain. I am afraid that it is one year old in a thousand years, and one year old in ten thousand years. He will never be able to match that. The rut of the red dust rolling.

Not everyone can get the enlightenment of this kind of chance and coincidence, and can know where their bottleneck is. Generally, people in the practice will be ecstatic when encountering such a situation, and go upstream, waiting to break the wall.

But Master Yan, is he an ordinary person?

The words "travelling down the mountain" flashed in his vase-like head for a moment, and then he was overwhelmed by all kinds of fantasies about sleeping in the wild and inconvenient under the mountain.

As soon as he mentioned going down the mountain, just thinking of how much luggage he had to bring, Yan Zhengming's head turned into two big ones.

"Traveling?" In the end, the young master thoughtfully said, "Whoever likes to go, I won't go anyway - the bottleneck is the bottleneck, let it be."

Yan Zhengming made up his mind. He intends to ignore the jerky and unsmooth aspects of swordsmanship. Anyway, after remembering the swordsmanship, he will learn it all by himself, and ask the master to learn the fourth form tomorrow.

This senior senior brother who had no ambition and just got by, became lazy with peace of mind. He waved a few small stones and helped the master beat down the fourth junior brother who climbed up the tree and used a wooden sword to dig out the bird's nest. The direction was accurate. Do it right.

Yan Zhengming looked at Han Yuan, who was lying on the ground screaming and screaming, and realized that he had achieved little in his kung fu, so he didn't need to be too serious.

After noon, the day of mutual torture between the master and the disciples finally came to an end.

Except for the senior brother, everyone else went back to their respective courtyards, had a meal and rested, and worked hard in the afternoon those who didn't want to work hard could play with the monkeys on the mountain.

Master Mu Chun kept all his disciples free, but only told them to obey the rules of the house, to be honest on the night of the 15th day of every month, and not to run around in the mountains.

Only Yan Zhengming had to stay in the afternoon and continue to face Master's old face.

Seeing that the Taoist boys were bringing in the wood and carving knives one after another, Li Yun explained to his two new junior brothers: "That is the spell, and the spell is divided into the clear and the dark, and the clear is what is engraved on it.Yes, the most common one is wood. If it is a master, gold and stone can also be used as materials, and dark talismans are much more powerful. Water, air, and even thoughts can become talismans—but those are all legends, and no one has seen them.However, it is estimated that only great ability can do it.”