Next, Lin Zhizhi asked Little Fatty about the location of the surrounding area - this time, the answer he got was a dazed shake of his head. For children who have never been out of the village, the furthest place is the city where their parents only enter once in a while.
There is so much fun and food in town, it's their dream place.
Ordinary people can't use swords, and the places they can know are limited. Lin Zhizhi lost his mind. Seeing that the beautiful young man in front of him stopped talking, the little fat man squinted at his companion, ignoring his gesture to leave quickly, and the fat man held the chair under him with his fingers. . Maybe because of the previous conversation, he was less afraid, and he asked boldly: "Where are you from? Are you in the city? Why are you with him?"
This "he" naturally refers to the boy who is still chopping wood. The little fat man didn't even want to look at him, the chubby flesh on his face was crowded into a ball, and he had a hellish expression on his face.
Lin Zhizhi's black eyes were bright and he didn't speak.
"Don't ask! Tie Zhu, we're going to be late for Mr.'s place!" The companion with the two highland red faces anxiously waved to the little fat man.
The little fat man Tie Zhu hesitantly looked at the person in front of him, craned his neck and replied, "Come on!" Then he whispered to Lin Zhizhi, "I'm leaving! Think about it carefully, it's not safe to be around wild species!"
Then he ran to the side of his companion with a shiver all over his body, turned his head arrogantly and wanted to scold a few more words at the boy who was indifferent from beginning to end. But when he turned his small eyes, he looked at Lin Zhizhi, without cursing, he pushed his companion and ran away.
He is still young and does not understand the truth, and everything is instilled by his parents. The parent's prejudice stems from the ignorance and ignorance of the concept, not knowing how much harm this will bring to a child.
Maybe they know, just don't care.
In fact, Lin Zhizhi doesn't really know the feelings of the other party. He and this young man have two completely different life trajectories: one is high above, the direct son of an aristocratic family, and the road to cultivation is smooth; discrimination against the whole village.
The difference between clouds and mud.
Even if he wanted to help the other party, he did it with ease, but he didn't understand how much change it would bring to the other party - almost changed his life and dragged him out of the quagmire.
Shortly after the group of children ran away, the commoner boy had finished chopping firewood, bundled it up neatly and put it aside. Carrying a machete, he walked towards the hut.
When passing by Lin Zhizhi and opening the door, he clenched the machete tightly, the veins on the back of his hand burst out, and said in a low voice, "Let's go quickly." Then he entered the wooden house.
Lin Zhizhi glanced at the sun outside, lowered his eyelashes, and walked into the house with him. After entering, he slowly came to the table, picked up the steamed bun, divided it in half, and handed the other half to the boy.
The young man was wiping the machete with a black linen cloth, looked up at Lin Zhizhi, continued the movements in his hands, and said in a stiff tone, "I'm not hungry, you can leave soon after you finish eating."
It looks like he is trying his best to push people out.
Lin Zhizhi is not usually the kind of person who has a hot face and a cold butt. In fact, it was usually others who rushed to please him. But this time, instead of being displeased by the young man's attitude, he became somewhat concerned.
He retracted the hand holding the half-slice of steamed bun, glanced left and right, and found that the only chair in the house had been moved outside the house—if he moved it back, the wound on his abdomen would definitely open again. He simply leaned against the table and played with the steamed bun in his hand for a while before raising his head and asking, "Do you want to become stronger?"
These words stopped the boy's wiping the knife abruptly. He suddenly tightened his body, cut the dripping beads of sweat with the tip of the knife, and looked at Lin Zhizhi sharply, as if judging that there was some truth in what he said.
The black-haired boy happened to be looking at him, and his black and white pupils did not have the disgust and contempt that other villagers looked at him, and there was no emotion such as sympathy and pity.
He seemed to be simply asking "Is this food delicious?" and then waiting for his answer.
- As long as there is a little sympathy in his eyes, he will not respond to this sentence.
At this moment, many thoughts flashed in the young man's mind.
Want to get stronger
- How could you not want to
He dreams about it! He wants to control the sky one day, stand tall, stand taller, and then step on the feet of those who once looked down on him! Step into the mud! Let them cry and beg for mercy, tremble at his feet, and live in the fear of repentance!
The young man put his fingertips on the sharp tip of the knife, and a drop of blood oozes out. He put it to his lips, licked it off, and said in a low voice, "Think."
When he raised his eyes to answer, there was a surging anger in his eyes.
Lin Zhizhi watched him quietly for a while, then turned his head and tore a piece of steamed bun into his mouth: "If you are willing to learn, I can teach you, as a reward for saving me."
He looks good when he eats. His movements are elegant, his lips are red and his teeth are white, completely incompatible with the steamed buns in his hands. It always makes people feel that such a person should drink the wind and drink the dew, and not eat the fireworks of the world.
"...Didn't you already know... those things? You still want to teach me?" The boy didn't quite believe what this man said.
- He listened to all the words of the children before. Those words were equivalent to tearing open his wound and spreading it bloody in front of others.
But he had no other choice, he was used to forbearance.
I have no strength, so I can only endure.
If he opened his mouth to refute, it would only be more out of control.
Under the years of forbearance, buried is the desire for strength.
So he didn't trust Lin Zhizhi very much. He always felt that he would not be so lucky, that someone would teach him after knowing his background and not discriminate against him.
"Those things? If you don't believe it, it's just pure bluffing." Lin Zhizhi stopped eating the steamed buns, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, put one hand on the table, leaned down and looked directly into the boy's stubborn eyes, "As long as you With strength, all problems can be easily solved.”
Whether it is the world of self-cultivation or the world of the world, strength is the top priority!
Why didn't the Lin family stand still for hundreds of years? Why did Luo Xian Jianzong have been a giant in the Central Continent for thousands of years, and no one dared to provoke it? It's all because of strength! The strength of the elders and disciples under the sect is tyrannical, and it is the root of a force that thrives!
"Yaxuan, my name." The boy's eyes were proud, and when he met Lin Zhizhi, he didn't feel weak at all.
"Lin Zhizhi."
Ya Xuan kept the other party's name in his heart.
This is the first person to release kindness to him.
He put down the knife in his hand. Thinking of the identity of the other party's cultivator, he hesitated: "I... can I ask you to be my teacher?"
Lin Zhizhi was startled by his question, and waved his hand quickly: "I'm just teaching you some of the most basic things, far from the level of master and apprentice."
Apprentices in the comprehension world are extremely cautious. Once accepted, it is almost a lifelong responsibility, just like the master is to him. And it's not certain whether this kid has spiritual roots. If not, Lin Zhizhi can only teach some basic sword moves. The unique exercises of those sects and the Lin family cannot be taught to outsiders.
Ya Xuan nodded slowly, and he didn't know whether the emotion in his heart was disappointment or happiness.
"You go do your work first, I'll think about how to teach you." Lin Zhizhi ate the last piece of steamed bun, and said to Ya Xuan with some difficulty.
The boy is tall. In such an embarrassing living environment, he was half a head taller than Lin Zhizhi. After listening to the other party's words, he stood up, pinned the machete to his waist, and went out to carry the firewood into the house in bundles.
Lin Zhiyi pondered in his heart while watching him busy.
Although he has lost his spiritual power, as a sword cultivator, his understanding and proficiency in kendo is still there, and it is more than enough to teach a mortal who does not know martial arts. As for the exercises, although there are no ready-made exercises, and he can't give out what he has practiced, he has read a lot of books since he was a child, and some common exercises are engraved in his mind. It is not difficult to memorize a copy, just how to determine the spiritual root—
Usually, a special test spirit tool is needed, and there is no such thing around him.
The witty young master of the Lin family clapped his hands, stopped Ya Xuan, and then motioned for the other party to close the door. He organized the language in his mind and said, "I'm not sure if you have spiritual roots. First, I will teach you the first level of "Ze Yuan Jue". This is the most common practice in the cultivation world. It is better than Yi Cheng. Modify other exercises. If you can perceive that the spiritual energy has reached the first level, you have spiritual roots. Then I will teach you the next few levels of exercises. Write it down, the spirit of the universe, from the outside to the inside... "
The light in the wooden house suddenly dimmed, and the dust was flying in the air. There was no way to compare it with a serious teaching place. But Langya listened very carefully without blinking. He memorized every word of the other party, down to every expression, in his heart. Follow the boy's words, close your eyes, and begin to feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Seeing that Yaxuan had entered a state, Lin Zhizhi stopped after reciting the first-level law.
He rarely speaks so much in one breath. Apart from being quite lively at the Lin family's house, Lin Zhizhi became even more sympathetic after the appearance of the favorability system and the dog-like physique that day. Now that he has lost the support of his spiritual power and is injured again, he suddenly feels a little overstretched.
A cultivator who has lost his spiritual power is like an ordinary person suffering from a serious illness. No matter what he does, there is a feeling of weakness that arises from his heart. Lin Zhizhi saw that Yaxuan would take a long time, went to the only bed and lay down directly.
With long hair scattered, black hair and snow skin, he is like a flower that is about to wither, and the beauty of the sickness is amazing.
This period of time was very quiet. It was the first time that Yaxuan had spent an afternoon in such a peaceful manner.
No abuse, no slander, no hunting out.
Ya Xuan was busy feeling the spiritual energy, and Lin Zhizhi was also busy feeling the spiritual energy. They accompany each other.
- The result is also very depressing, the answer for both of them is no.
When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again and calmly faced the fact that he still couldn't gather his spiritual power, it was already night. The hand he used to touch his stomach has been transferred to his stomach.
The foundation-building cultivator was already fasting. In the past, he only ate because he was greedy for the taste of food, but now he wants to eat... because of hunger.
Mommy ate a steamed bun all day long, is this a job? !
Lin Zhizhi straightened his upper body unbearably and interrupted Ya Xuan, who was still trying to feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth: "Ya Xuan, do you still have anything to eat here?"
Ya Xuan opened his eyes, a little annoyed between his brows. This annoyance was not directed at Lin Zhizhi, but himself - he did not feel the so-called "reiki".
Is he really just a mortal? ! Can't you traverse the world like your father in your life? Can only roll in this rolling red dust, in the mud of the mundane world
He would never be content to stop there.
"I still have a few steamed buns here." He stopped meditating, and was about to get up to get the steamed buns for Lin Zhizhi.
"...you don't have some other food? Like...roast chicken?"
As soon as these words came out, Ya Xuan didn't react, and Lin Zhizhi fell silent abruptly.
Feng Qin... Even if he is lucky enough to survive, with Elder Xuanying's strength, he can definitely send that egg back to the sect safely, right
Lin Zhizhi let out a long sigh, and his desire to regain his strength was even stronger. He really wanted to go back to the sect to see what the current situation was.
Ya Xuan paused for a moment, then pursed his lips: "Yes."
He walked to a corner, where the rabbits and pheasants that had returned from the mountain yesterday were tied up, originally intended to be sold at the market. The young man had neat hands and feet, took down the hatchet at his waist, cut off the head of the pheasant mercilessly, and removed the hair. Take the roast chicken brought by the dog to the fire, squat down and light the fire to roast the chicken.
His movements are skillful. Since his parents died, he has been alone in this wooden house for decades to take care of himself. When many people were still coquettish in the arms of their parents, Yaxuan had already learned how to make a fire and cook.
Less than half an hour later, he handed a fragrant roast chicken to Lin Zhizhi on the bed.
Lin Zhizhi took it, tore off half of it and handed it back, but Yaxuan shook his head and rejected: "I won't eat it."
After speaking, the young man sat down again and planned to follow the method to realize the spiritual energy.
- you don't eat? Are you immortal? Even his authentic immortal (?) has to eat!
Lin Zhizhi is still very responsible. Now that he has decided to teach this young man, he must be taught well, and then it will not be considered a loss of his reputation—the half chicken he left to Yaxuan, he took a bite of his own, and wanted to educate him with a cold face. Talk about the importance of the other party eating on time: "Don't continue, get up."
In the end, because the chicken tasted a little better, and he was really hungry, he couldn't keep his cold noodle image, and he couldn't help but bite several times in a row before stopping.
Ya Xuan was a little confused, opened his eyes and looked at him.
"...You eat this, and I'll teach you swordsmanship." Lin Zhizhi forcibly shoved the half of the chicken into the boy, ate the rest of himself, and consciously walked to the bucket and scooped a spoonful to wash his claws.
Ya Xuan stood behind him, holding the half chicken, feeling a little overwhelmed.
- No one has ever cared so much about him.
The boy's eyes stopped on half of the roast chicken, and after a long silence, he reached out and tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. His movements were slow, as if he was savoring something to enjoy.
"Where is there a more spacious place where no one will disturb you?" Lin Zhizhi washed his hands and asked Ya Xuan.
"There is it at the back of the mountain. People in the village usually don't go there."
Lin Zhizhi said with satisfaction: "Then we'll go there when you finish eating, you lead the way."
Ya Xuan eats fast, and his expression doesn't look like he's eating roast chicken at all—it's possible that he was forced to eat poison. After eating the roast chicken with a blank face, the boy picked up the machete on the table: "Let's go."
It was already dark when we went out.
From a distance, every household in the village is lit by candlelight. The shirtless man was enjoying the cool breeze outside, and his face changed suddenly after seeing Ya Xuan: "Why are you here?! Dare to come out?"
As if he hadn't heard it, Ya Xuan still had a cold and arrogant figure, and quickly walked away from the village with Lin Zhizhi, leaving the scolding far behind.
Lin Zhiyi was able to keep up at first, but later he was a little powerless because of the injury. Although Ya Xuan walked in front, the corner of his eyes kept watching him. Seeing that the dark-haired boy's face changed slightly, and he pressed his belly with his hand, he calmly slowed down so that the other party could follow.
Usually, Yaxuan only needs to walk ten minutes, but today he walked twice as long.
The open space behind the mountain is very empty, and there are many low weeds, which cannot be turned into fields. And the scenery is not good, people in the village do not like to come here.
But Ya Xuan came here often, just because this was the only place he could come out, and no one surrounded him and called him a bastard.
He will come here to practice knives.
No one taught him, he didn't know any moves, he just practiced weights consistently, and practiced hunting knives while hunting in the mountains.
"It's right here." Lin Zhizhi pointed to the place in front of a big tree root and stopped Ya Xuan. The young master of the Lin family sat down against the root of the tree and asked, "Do you understand swords?"
He doesn't know the sword, and he has never been exposed to swordsmanship, so he can't afford a sword.
Because his father is a swordsman, Ya Xuan actually loves swords more.
Ya Xuan caressed the machete at his waist with his fingertips, and wanted to ask Lin Zhizhi if he knew how to use the sword, but he always felt that it was too direct, so he adopted a method he thought euphemistically: "Can I learn the sword? "
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
This is an insult! Chi Guoguo's insult! In front of a sword cultivator, ask if you can learn the sword technique! He can finally understand how the ancient immortal felt when he said that the sword cultivator was better in front of the medicine refining ancient immortal! Feng shui turns, the ancients do not deceive me.
Since ancient times, swords and swords are incompatible! ╭(╯^╰)╮
"What's so good about knives? You listened to those stories, all walk with the sword, where is the knife? It is heavy and rough, and it is easy to be used by others when it is opened and closed." The young man didn't even care about the paining wound, he straightened up and slapped the knife in a frenzy.
Ya Xuan: "…"
He didn't really argue with Lin Zhizhi about the quality of the knife and the sword, he just let go of the machete, took it off and put it aside as a concession.
Lin Zhizhi calmed himself, looked at the other party's dark eyes, reached out and picked a branch from the tree behind him, folded it to the right length, and began to explain: "Kendo is about following one's heart, attacking and defending... "
When it comes to swords, he has more to say.
After speaking about the basic understanding, Lin Zhizhi stood up, used a branch as a sword, and swiped his backhand in the air, demonstrating the first three moves of "Basic Sword Art" for Ya Xuan to see.
Jianxiu is domineering in his veins, and he is the master of killing.
Lord Dao Zun is the best among them, and Lin Zhizhi happens to be his only apprentice.
He holds the sword, which is different from the empty hand.
Lin Zhizhi's appearance at the moment was originally described as rather haggard and weak, and the bloodless lips were even more distressing. However, after taking up the sword, the black-haired boy's eyes suddenly changed, and he became fierce and inviolable. The branch was in his hand, like a spiritual weapon, and the sound of the wind whistled when he swayed it. His figure is elegant, like a dragon in the clouds, and the coarse linen clothes are like layers of wide-sleeved robes.
There are only three moves.
"Do you remember?" Lin Zhizhi stopped, stood on the spot, and asked Yaxuan, throwing the branch to Yaxuan.
Ya Xuan nodded, and then imitated the gourd according to Lin Zhizhi's actions.
His appearance is not ugly, his face is handsome. Because he has been out hunting all the year round, he is tall and tall, even a little taller than Lin Zhizhi. It's just that there is always a sullenness between his brows, he doesn't want to communicate with anyone, and refuses to be thousands of miles away.
Lin Zhizhi was deeply immersed in the vein of the sword, and at a glance he could see that although the opponent was working hard, he had no talent for the sword. He opened his mouth and said, "You are indeed not suitable for practicing swords."
Ya Xuan stopped, and the bangs on his forehead slipped down his forehead, covering most of his eyes, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. But under the force of his hand holding the branch, he broke it.
"I just said that you are not suitable for swords, so don't be so nervous. Maybe you should learn knives - but I don't know knives, and I don't like such cumbersome weapons." Lin Zhizhi went back to the roots and sat down, and slowly folded again. He picked up a branch and twirled it at his fingertips, "You now have two choices. One is to follow me to practice swordsmanship, and the other is to go back immediately and continue to try to gather spiritual energy."
Ya Xuan raised his head and said loudly, "I choose the first one."
- After finally having such an opportunity, he can try to get rid of such a fate. If he gives up, how can he be reconciled
"I guess it's also..." Lin Zhizhi said to himself, smashing the branch in his hand, aiming his head well on the top of the boy's head, with a smile in his words, "Go ahead, if you say you have forgotten those three tricks, I will Won't do it again."
Ya Xuan will not forget, his memory has always been very good.
In the previous few imitations, there were always many mistakes in Ya Xuan, which were corrected by Lin Zhiyi and started all over again.
Yaxuan is very patient. If it can't be done once, he will come several times.
He once lurked in the mountains for up to a week in order to catch a wild boar. What he lacks most is patience and patience.
In the days that followed, he took every minute and every second to practice the exercises - so diligent that even Lin Zhizhi, a former cultivator, was shocked. He only slept for two hours every night, from day to night. But I don't know if it's because of his poor aptitude or other problems. He still hasn't started the cultivation method, and he can't feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Only the "Basic Sword Art", under the three moves he practiced day and night, has become very proficient. In Lin Zhizhi's words, he still had "forms and no spirits", and "practicing swordsmanship is as clumsy as swordsmanship"—but after all, it was a sword technique for cultivation, and even if there was no spiritual energy trend, it was better than many mortal martial arts.
The most typical example is reflected in Ya Xuan's hunting. In the past, he mainly focused on some pheasants and rabbits, and only occasionally had the idea of moving some wild beasts for a living. Now he can easily defeat a wild boar.
When he watched Ya Xuan use the small machete to use the basic sword tactics to fight the wild boar nondescriptly, Lin Zhizhi actually refused.
Because it's too hot for the eyes.
- Leaving aside Lin Jianxiu's prejudice, from an objective point of view, Yaxuan is far from that bad.
He is indeed not light and agile, and does not play to the advantage of the sword. He was more like a wolf, lurking in the dark, and only after the wild boar showed its real fangs did he use the second style of the sword art, which was fatal in one blow and cut off the wild boar's head.
Lin Zhizhi shook his head as he digested food after cooking, and slowly walked down the mountain. Ya Xuan followed behind with the wild boar (… ) on his back, planning to go to the market to sell it so he could buy himself a sword.
He doesn't like the sword, but needs it.
The two walked into the village one after the other.
There are still people insulting Ya Xuan, but it's much better than at the beginning. After Little Fatty's propaganda, the people in the village soon knew that there was a good-looking foreigner in Yaxuan's house. He ate and lived with him, and seldom went out.
The little fat man highlighted a key point, that is, Lin Zhizhi is really good-looking, and at first glance, he didn't take the initiative to be with the "wild species".
These villagers were ignorant and condescending, and subconsciously pushed all responsibilities to Yaxuan.
- He must have tricked Lin Zhizhi into the village, and now he has been living together, and he doesn't know when it will disappear. It's a pity.
It was because they looked at Lin Zhizhi with pity instead of disgust like Ya Xuan.
The two of them had just entered the house, when Lin Zhizhi suddenly stopped in front of him, turned his head to open the door and looked into the distance: "Something is coming."
"What?" Ya Xuan frowned and looked in the same direction, but found nothing.
"There is a... low-level spirit beast running here, very fast, let's leave here first."
Although Lin Zhizhi lost his spiritual power and has not recovered yet, his sensitivity to spiritual energy is still there. He motioned to Yaxuan to leave the wild boar and walked out of the room with him. But before he could leave the village, the spirit beast was already very close.
As the spirit beast approached, the entire village felt the ground shaking under their feet.
"What's going on?" The villagers ran out in a row, looking at the source of the vibration.
It was a low-level spirit beast with black fur that looked like an elephant, with leopard-like pupils, and was mighty.
Lin Zhizhi had never seen such a spirit beast in the Central Continent—he now doubts whether he has reached another continent
"Roar-"
The spirit beast roared towards the sky, slapped the small fence at the entrance of the village with a slap, and approached the village step by step.
This village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and only one exit can let people out, but the spirit beasts block the door, catching turtles in the urn.
"What kind of monster is this?!" Now the villagers didn't care about Yaxuan, they all stepped back in astonishment, crying and screaming at the monster in front of them.
Ya Xuan turned to Lin Zhizhi, "You stay here."
Then the boy did not retreat but advanced, and took that step among the villagers who were pushing back.