An Yuan's temperament changed suddenly, and Han Changsheng was extremely dissatisfied with it. The previous Immortal Gou, although his personality was a bit off-putting, but he was just off-putting, to be honest, he wasn’t that annoying, and he was also very easy to deceive, he became a good brother within a few days, he jumped off a cliff Gou Xianjun also jumped down, so much love! Now, what a ghost it has become now, why don't you just ask him to help heal a wound, what's the point of saying "Your life and death are in my hands", is it reasonable to say that to a master who kindly taught him martial arts? ? ! Have the etiquette, righteousness and shame been eaten by dogs!
Over there, An Yuan took a wild fruit to eat for breakfast. Seeing Han Changsheng still sitting there in a daze, he said expressionlessly, "My good 'Master', teach me swordsmanship and martial arts from today on."
Han Changsheng said angrily, "You still want to learn?"
An Yuan took it for granted: "Naturally. I want to become stronger."
Han Changsheng rolled his eyes: "Why become stronger, don't you remember everything?"
An Yuan squinted his eyes, and his smile made Han Changsheng shudder: "I have to become stronger so that I can control everything in my hands and not be bullied anymore."
Han Changsheng curled his lips: "Who bullied you..." He remembered that he had coaxed Mr. Gou Xianjun into a smile, and remembered the shocked expression on Mr. Gou Xianjun's face when he jumped off the cliff, so he curled his lips guiltily, "You don't remember Yet… "
An Yuan squinted his eyes and didn't speak.
After breakfast, Han Changsheng meditated and adjusted his breath for a while. The air in the mountains is very fresh, suitable for practicing kung fu, and last night An Yuan helped him recuperate, and now he feels much more comfortable.
However, the body is comfortable, but the heart is very uncomfortable. He was already very upset about being threatened by the gods in the underworld. This immortal dog dared to threaten him. Can he, the leader of the demon sect, continue to do so? !
Han Changsheng learned from the painful experience and decided that he must not encourage Xianjun Gou's arrogance. I have a handle to be held by him in his hand, doesn't he have a handle to hold in his hand
After a while, An Yuan came over: "Let's start practicing."
Han Changsheng opened his eyes, and pointed to a pile of dirty clothes beside him, which were his clothes soaked in sweat last night. Fortunately, before he entered the mountain, he still remembered to buy a few more sets of clothes, and he also bought it for Gou Xianjun.
An Yuan didn't even look at it: "No washing."
Han Changsheng said angrily: "If you don't wash, I won't teach you how to practice."
An Yuan looked indifferent: "Then you can restrain your internal strength yourself."
Han Changsheng sneered: "If I die, do you think you will have a good life? I have poisoned you a long time ago. If you don't obey me, the poison will hurt your heart every night!" Isn't it a threat? , who would not like it!
An Yuan frowned slightly, and said with a sneer: "I don't need to poison you, as long as I move my hands and feet a little while helping you open up the meridians, it will be enough to make you feel worse than death."
Han Changsheng was furious, and took out a bottle of Du Yuefei's special qi-invigorating pill from his bosom: "This is my special Xieling pill, as long as you eat it, it will last for seven days and seven nights."
An Yuan still calmed down: "I will seal you a meridian so that you can't pull it out for seven days and seven nights."
Han Changsheng took out another bottle of Yangxue Pill: "This is impotence pill, take this medicine, and you will become a living eunuch from now on!"
An Yuan said: "I can make you soar to the sky, no matter whether it's a human, a ghost, a pig or a dog, it's all right."
Han Changsheng shivered. Is An Yuan really that powerful? But there is not even a pig in this valley except An Yuan, if he really manipulated himself like this, wouldn't it be... Bah, bah, bah! What are you thinking about!
"Crazy and crazy, let you become a fool!"
"I'll blast your Lingquan acupoint with true energy, making you so crazy that you don't know whether you are a human or a dog!"
"Fragrant and smelly upside-down pills, make you like to smell the smell!"
"I'll turn your five senses upside down!"
"I, I, I..." Han Changsheng took out another bottle of Jinchuang medicine, "This is... this is... Disfigurement Powder! Once you apply it, you will become ugly!"
The corner of An Yuan's mouth twitched: "You just painted this on me yesterday."
Han Changsheng said triumphantly, "That's right! I've already prescribed the medicine for you! Obediently go wash your clothes and cook, I can consider giving you the antidote."
An Yuan snorted: "Childish."
"!#￥%" Han Changsheng said angrily, "You are naive! Stupid! There is no cure!"
An Yuan didn't want to bother with Han Changsheng anymore, he got up and picked up the pile of dirty clothes. He saw that Han Changsheng threw the changed underwear inside, and said with disgust, "Wash this yourself."
Han Changsheng rolled his eyes: "I don't know how to wash."
An Yuan looked at him with disgust: "You haven't washed your underwear for twenty years?"
Han Changsheng: "..."
An Yuan walked towards the river with his clothes in his arms, and said casually, "If you're not afraid that I'll paint something on it..."
Han Changsheng jumped up and snatched back his underwear, and walked towards the stream angrily.
An Yuan sneered and said, "Oh, by the way, and those poisons of yours, I saw you eat one of each bottle last night."
Han Changsheng: "..." This day is unbearable!
Early in the morning, the two squatted by the river to wash clothes as a morning exercise.
An Yuan moved swiftly and washed some clothes in a short while. At the same time, Han Changsheng also washed his underwear.
"Squeak." The poor underwear was washed in two by Han Changsheng.
Han Chang threw away the rag angrily: "Practice the sword!"
An Yuan's injury was not fully healed, and the intensity of the training could not be very high, so Han Changsheng asked him to practice stabbing against the bamboo. He drew a point on the bamboo, and asked An Yuan to hit this point every time he drew his sword, and it was just right, neither piercing the bamboo nor missing it.
What Elder Lan Fang taught Han Changsheng was the true nature of swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is actually not that mysterious. People who can be fooled by gorgeous skills are often not real masters. No matter how exquisite the moves are, they are only composed of the simplest movements, and there are only three tricks for winning that everyone knows. The words: fast, ruthless, accurate. It's just that today's young students are too aggressive and are often blinded.
An Yuan didn't have any objection to the training plan Han Changsheng made for him, so he soon concentrated on practicing. He had seen Han Changsheng's sword skills before. Simple and sharp, the seemingly simple state is often the most difficult to achieve. Han Changsheng's sword was not only practiced in five days in the underground palace of Peach Blossom Valley. In the previous 19 years, he was forced by the old leader and the guardians to practice a lot. Don't worry, he won't run away all day long. And what Elder Lan Fang did was to make him realize it.
At night, An Yuan helped Han Changsheng guide his true energy to restrain his internal energy.
I don't know if An Yuan intended to retaliate, but Han Changsheng's whole body was in pain like a needle prick during the exercise, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat within a short while. It was also very difficult for An Yuan to protect him by his side. The two palms were facing each other. An Yuan passed his true energy through Han Changsheng's body to guide his true energy to circulate, and he was also sweating profusely at this time.
In fact, even without Anyuan's protector, Han Changsheng could do it alone, but Anyuan didn't want to teach him the mental formulas of practicing kung fu, and would rather pretend to be his own.
Han Changsheng couldn't stand the pain, so he forced a smile: "My good disciple, you are too tired, and I feel sorry for the master. You can tell the master the formula of the heart method, and you can work hard for the master."
An Yuan said coldly, "Shut up if you don't want to go crazy."
Han Changsheng scolded Xianjun Gou a hundred and eight times in his heart, swallowed his breath forcefully, and let Xianjun Gou torment him.
After a long time, An Yuan stopped, fell to the ground from exhaustion, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye. Han Changsheng was also extremely tired, so he fell asleep and fell asleep, with their heads against their heads and their feet against their feet, and they had nothing to say all night.
The next day, after An Yuan washed his clothes, he continued to practice.
He was about to thorn bamboo like yesterday, when Han Changsheng stopped him: "Wait, let's change to a new practice method today."
An Yuan stopped and looked at him suspiciously.
Han Changsheng said: "Today I will train your muscle strength." He stepped forward and squeezed An Yuan's arms and legs. Anyuan's muscles are very well-proportioned, neither too many nor too few. The distribution of strength and speed of this type of muscle is just right for a swordsman, because people who use swords are not like using big axes or meteor hammers. Such weapons also require brute force, and the most important thing is ingenuity, so master swordsmen often wear loose clothes and look thin, but the power hidden under the clothes should not be underestimated. Han Changsheng only felt that the hand feels very good, grinned, and pretended to be disgusted: "Your muscles are too weak. We will carry out targeted training today to strengthen a certain muscle of yours."
An Yuan put the sword back into the scabbard and waited quietly for Han Changsheng to arrange.
Han Changsheng pointed angrily: "Today, what we want to strengthen is your buttock muscles! Come on, like this!" Han Changsheng pulled An Yuan to the edge of a bamboo, broke the bamboo hard and then let go, The bounced bamboo hit An Yuan on the buttocks.
In an instant, Anyuan Thursday was full of murderous aura, and a flying butterfly fell limply to the ground.
Han Changsheng met his eyes that could freeze magma without fear: "Like this, you can practice a hundred times today. You must know that the muscles of the buttocks are very important. They are the link between your waist strength and lower body strength. Any master of swordsmanship must have extremely strong hip strength... well, that's it, you can practice by yourself."
The eyes of the two met in the air, and in an instant, hundreds of ping-pong-pong moves were made, and all the insects and animals around were startled.
Han Changsheng sneered in his heart: Hehehehe, do you think I'm easy to bully? Let's see who plays to death!
That night, An Yuan helped Han Changsheng channel his qi. On the morning of the third day, Han Changsheng only felt pain in his buttocks, his waist seemed to be broken, and he grinned every step he took.
When Black and White Impermanence was busy, he opened the illusion to check the mortal world, and happened to see Han Changsheng and An Yuan living in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests fighting and tearing each other's daily life.
Hei Wuchang was very worried: "You said this mortal is so unreliable, can he help Xianjun An Yuan return to his throne smoothly?"
Bai Wuchang sighed and said: "Now there is no other way, we can't interfere with the mortal world with fairy arts, we can only raise a little bit for that mortal, to what extent it is up to him. Isn’t it his doom? It’s all their own creation.”
Hei Wuchang connected the illusion to the star pool, seeing that An Yuan's calamity star was still shining tirelessly, he could only sigh slightly.
Du Yuefei's special wound medicine was very effective, and after a few days, An Yuan's injuries healed completely. Han Changsheng began to formulate more targeted exercises for him.
An Yuan's basic skills are not bad, he is naturally suitable for martial arts training, and his hard work in one day is often better than that of others for three to five days. It's just that the training intensity of the Yuehua Sect is not high, not as good as Han Changsheng's dark days in the Devil's Cult when he was a child, so he is still worse than Han Changsheng.
In addition to training An Yuan's basic sword moves, Han Changsheng also began to teach him "enlightenment".
In order to make Han Changsheng "enlighten", Elder Yuanfang threw him into the underground palace covered with vines. Han Changsheng was eager to come out, and he realized it before he knew it. Han Changsheng couldn't provide An Yuan with such conditions, and he didn't have the accumulation of decades of Elder Yuan Fang. An Yuan was the first apprentice he took in, and he was still a little clumsy when it came to teaching disciples, so he could only use words to give advice.
"Close your eyes and regard the bamboos around you as enemies, find out the weaknesses of these enemies, and attack them."
An Yuan was puzzled and said, "But these bamboos are all dead things."
Han Changsheng said: "Don't be so brainy, you can also treat the enemy as a dead thing. As long as you are fast enough, or can predict the enemy's movements, and quickly find out his weakness, isn't he dead? Heaven taught you to practice with bamboo, flowers, trees and water, just to let you understand what your sword can do. Treat your sword as a part of your body, just like your hand. Close your eyes , is to strengthen your feelings. To achieve the unity of human and sword. You have to understand that what matters is not the enemy at all, but your sword." Han Changsheng finished this nonsense, picked his nose, and gently Bounce away. There are many things that can only be understood and cannot be conveyed in words. Han Changsheng can't teach others at all. He can't wait to send Lord Gou Xianjun back to Elder Lanfang for guidance. Fortunately, there is still some time before the martial arts conference, so he can grind slowly.
Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Xianjun Gou suddenly shook his whole body, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
A moment later, An Yuan suddenly woke up from his epiphany, drew his sword out of its sheath, and danced in the bamboo forest.
Han Changsheng was dumbfounded watching An Yuan's actions. Compared with when he was in the Yuehua faction, this guy is really diligent. This guy's talent... really is limitless.
Looking at the figure of An Yuan dancing the sword, Han Changsheng couldn't help itching, and began to practice the sword.
There is no limit to martial arts. There are people beyond people, and there is sky beyond the sky. No matter how powerful they are, they can continue to become stronger. No one else can surpass, just surpass yourself.
At night, An Yuan helped Han Changsheng channel his qi, and after the end, Han Changsheng fell asleep. Although An Yuan was extremely tired, he didn't fall asleep immediately. He moved to Han Changsheng's side, and looked at Han Changsheng's face with fixed eyebrows by the moonlight coming in from the window.
He whispered softly: "Who are you?"
The author has something to say: Thanks to Heibiai, Yuemingya, Zhizhi, and YANKEEX5 for their mines