"Luochen swordsmanship is divided into nine styles. The nine styles complement each other and are separated from each other. There are nine moves. Each move is extremely mysterious. Each move has its own characteristics. It can advance, retreat, attack or defend. Now I I just need to memorize the nine sword postures. As for the sword intention in the sword, I need to slowly explore it. When I practice the nine sword postures to the point of proficiency, I must have also experienced the power of Luochen swordsmanship at that time. Secret."
Feng Haochen had a flying sword in his leg at some point. It was an extremely simple flying sword, as if it had gone through many vicissitudes of life and was used to the ups and downs of the world, yet it was so extraordinary. The sword in his legs goes with him, and the sword shape flashes in his floating figure. Every move seems so natural, as if the sword is a part of his body, free and easy, otherworldly, magnanimous mixed with a hint of unruly, There is stillness hidden in the agility.
When people move, the mind is still; when the sword moves, the posture is still. The mind method pays attention to stopping with stillness, and the sword method is whether there is stillness in the movement. In Mu Yu's eyes, his master's awe-inspiring body skills were so unparalleled that no one dared to try them lightly. His sword skills brought out the Ye Chang Sword Intent, and there was peace in the killing. Then that person was the only one left in the world. That sword.
"The first form of the Luochen Sword Technique, the falling leaves are flying, the flying leaves are spinning in the sky, and there is stillness in the movement."
A flying sword swings up fallen leaves all over the sky, and the leaves follow the sword and float freely. Find a still point in the chaotic and disorderly wind, and stop with stillness. The sword rises sharply, like a stone in a dead pool, causing thousands of ripples. The fluttering leaves become the movement of the sword itself, and the falling leaves affect the sword. The momentum, the sword energy attracts the fallen leaves, cherishing each other, and accompanying each other.
Involuntarily, Mu Yu grasped the sword in front of him. With a realization in his mind, the sword moved according to his heart. The master's movement skills continued to evolve in his heart. He chased that trace of sword intention, trying to catch it. That hint of artistic conception, but he couldn't grasp it. He always felt that something was missing. The nine simple sword moves seemed so difficult and obscure in his eyes. He kept practicing, trying to get closer to his master's sword skills, but he always missed it. What.
"Ding-"
With a soft cry, Feng Haochen's sword tip suddenly rested on Mu Yu's sword tip, and Ye Chang's free and easy sword intent came from Mu Yu's sword tip. Mu Yu's sword moves with Feng Haochen's sword. Whenever the practice becomes difficult, Feng Haochen's sword will always take Mu Yu's sword in another direction at the right time, making the whole set of sword skills mellow and natural. The confusion in Mu Yu's heart gradually became clear. The vague sword intention seemed to be in front of him, and he gradually integrated into it. It was a very strange feeling that made Mu Yu intoxicated.
"All he can do is lead me to the entrance, and the rest of the matter will depend on my fortune." Feng Haochen had already retracted his sword, and he nodded. Mu Yu touched the threshold of Luochen's swordsmanship in a short period of time. , his talent is indeed good.
Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his leg, but his heart became much clearer. Luochen's sword skills are so profound that he could not even touch the sword intention just now. However, just such a set of sword skills made him understand deeply. There was also a trace of spiritual power outside his body, although it was less. , but it is not a good start.
Mu Yu reawakened the flying sword, moved his feet to the east, and followed suit.
The second form of the Luochen Sword Technique is to stir up the qi and fall to the dust, gather the qi to destroy the spirit, and the qi spirit returns to the dust.
Mu Yu devoted himself tirelessly to the sword posture, and his heart was very calm, like a quiet clear water, calm and calm. He chases that trace of continuity, but always fails to connect at the critical point.
"Master, he always feels that there is something missing, that he cannot achieve the casual state that I have." Mu Yu said seriously.
Feng Haochen smiled and said: "What I lack is Luochen Steps. Their sect's three skills are the most important, Luochen Mental Technique for foundation, Luochen Sword Technique for body training, and Luochen Steps for body shaping. Luochen Steps is a sword style. The body technique, understanding the sword's intention, the body and the sword, then the sword will fit the body, and the sword technique will be natural."
Feng Haochen stepped forward, refusing to take that simple step. However, his figure had already floated up, like a feather in the wind, or like a huge mountain. In the blink of an eye, his feet transformed into eight gates, It's incomprehensible. The mysterious steps dazzled Mu Yu, but each step was so clearly visible. Mu Yu took a step, but his body was already unstable. He suddenly fell to the ground, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
"The steps of Luochen can be learned without spiritual power. In the eyes of mortals, whether it is the most important light skill, although it is not one thousandth of what a cultivator can practice, it is easy to fly over eaves and walls. I cannot chase the number of steps to become a teacher. Among them, Changes are difficult for me to handle and I have to learn from scratch.”
Mu Yu nodded. He was in awe of the Three Laws of Luochen. Cultivation does not happen overnight and needs to be persevered.
The sun was already setting, and Mu Yu had been practicing the Luochen sword technique, while bringing Luochen's steps into the sword. He had only practiced for the second day, but he had already gained a lot.
"Gulu." Mu Yu's stomach sang, and he asked sheepishly: "Master, can we start dinner?"
Feng Haochen remembered something then and said helplessly: "You taught me how to practice early in the morning and you didn't cook breakfast. Those hungry insects are probably dead."
Those hungry insects didn't wait to die, they were crying without tears, because Uncle An saw that the boss had no time to cook, so he cooked again himself and cooked a breakfast that the hungry insects would be satisfied with at a glance. Now everyone They were all glaring at each other, whoever gets the chopsticks first has the courage.
"Aren't you hungry? When Dongqiu goes to practice at the waterfall, you can drink water if you don't want to eat." Uncle An said expressionlessly. He never disliked the food he cooked and ate it happily.
Xiang Nan made a face, picked up a roasted sweet potato, touched it lightly with his leg, and the outer layer of char was broken, and then peeled off all the char, leaving only a thumb-sized piece of uncharred sweet potato. They dared to eat the charred sweet potato because it would not taste bad if it had meat. Several people stared at the charred sweet potatoes. At that time, eating sweet potatoes was better than eating Uncle An's stir-fried red cabbage. There are so many vegetables.
"Master and Mu Yu are very reluctant to come back?"
Chengyan actually didn't want to eat it, but for Uncle An's sake, he could set an example like his senior brother and boldly took a bite of stir-fried red and green vegetables, and then swallowed it without even chewing it. If If the earthy taste of green vegetables and the burnt taste of red vegetables stay in your mouth for too long, you will not feel good for more than an hour.
Uncle An can even stir-fry red vegetables and green vegetables to make a disaster dish, and his cooking skills are well known.
"They are here. They are so hungry." Mu Yu rushed in and saw that the dishes and chopsticks were prepared for him. He was overjoyed and picked up the vegetables and put them in his mouth.
Then he sprayed rice.
"Is his cooking unpalatable?" Uncle An looked at Mu Yu meaningfully, making Mu Yu shudder.
"No, it's delicious. It's delicious." Mu Yu felt that it was not a good time to tell the truth at that time. Uncle An's paralyzed face always made Mu Yu feel uncomfortable. He sneered and sprayed out the green vegetables again. He put it back in his mouth, chewed it with tears in his eyes, and said, "Was it too hot just now? It was too hot..."
The others all looked down upon Mu Yu, and then nodded in praise of how delicious it was. Uncle An's authority in the sect is only equal to that of the leader. The leader is usually approachable, but Uncle An is a very rigid and serious person, so no one dares to mess with him.
It took a while for Feng Haochen to come in. When he came in, he was carrying a plate of attractively colored fried meat. This made everyone else's eyes light up. They suddenly felt that his master was the best person in the world. It is as if there is a living god in the world, a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering.
"Eat!" Feng Haochen looked at the poor children and said with a smile.
"Xiang Nan, they jointly paid the wrong senior brother." Lan Ling'er said.
"Okay!" Xiang Nan nodded.
Mu Yu didn't understand what that meant, and then Lan Ling'er and Xiang Nan Chengyan started fighting with their chopsticks on the plate. They looked like they had never had enough food, and their chopsticks were intertwined on the plate. , Chengyan was very comfortable with Xiang Nan and Lan Ling'er by himself. He already had a lot of meat in his bowl. Mu Yu also wanted to join in, but as soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, they were bounced away. The other three are all cultivated, and their strength is naturally different. Muyu is Minghong. If he has no skills in that sect, he will not even be able to eat. Kongkong and Miaomiao pouted, because they could not participate in that dinner table. In the battle.
Feng Haochen calmly stretched out his chopsticks, and calmly picked some for Kongkong and Miaomiao during the fight between the three. Then Mu Yu, who was very considerate, also picked some, and finally put some into his own bowl. Point, if there is nothing left, then there will be a monthly battle between the three of them. Uncle An, on the other hand, ate his own food calmly and let them fight.
Mu Yu felt that he should be more ambitious. In that pitiful sect, it would be impossible if he didn't work hard.