Han Yuan's own cultivation base is sparse, but he is very confident in his senior brothers. He has heard the voices of Zhang Dasen and his like being very loud, and he has already recognized that the master is not his own senior brothers. In his heart, he feared that the world would not be in chaos, and thought: "Why don't I go to find out what the inner disciples are, so that the senior brothers can be targeted."
The inner disciples who followed the island master were also dressed in white robes, but unlike the elders and Dharma protectors, the disciples wore very plain white clothes. When such a group of people gathered together, they looked like a group of people wearing sackcloth and filial piety from a distance. With a punch, Han Yuan followed the trail of the inner disciple without much effort.
The disciples who surrounded the island master of Qinglong walked silently. I don't know if the inner door was strict or what. I saw that no one of them was talking to each other, and their faces were cold as if they had seen the red dust, and they didn't even owe a little joy. Feng, they quietly left the crowd, turning their backs on the hustle and bustle, showing a kind of loneliness that was almost silent.
Han Yuan knew that the island owner was a powerful man, so he didn't dare to get too close, so he just climbed to a big tree from a distance, and looked at those people with a pergola in his hand.
When the inner sect disciples reached the half-mountain slope, they stopped in unison, and several disciples carried a small shoulder tree and respectfully invited the island owner to sit on it.
How to look at this situation and how familiar, Han Yuan suddenly remembered the senior brother on Fuyao Mountain who "couldn't sit, could lie down and not sit", he always had to be carried by someone when he came to the preaching hall, and he was kind and at the same time. It was funny, and he thought to himself: "This island owner is so old, how can he be as virtuous as my sect master when he was a child?"
At this time, the island owner of Qinglong seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned around and glanced at Han Yuan's hiding place, and met his sneaky prying eyes, Han Yuan almost fell from the tree, and felt guilty for a while. .
The island owner seemed to know who he was. A smile appeared on his sad face. Even if he laughed, the folds between his brows would not spread. No matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be forced to smile. The island owner rushed to Han Yuan from a distance. He waved his hand, as if to signal him not to follow, and hurry back.
Several inner disciples stood on both sides indifferently. After the island owner sat up, they raised their shoulders in unison. The group instantly turned into a white shadow and disappeared from Han Yuan's eyes in a blink of an eye.
Han Yuan was stunned and scratched on the tree for a while, and was stunned by this hand, and a certain kind of awe suddenly developed in his heart, and he murmured quite self-consciously: "God, I am afraid that I will never be able to practice like this in my life. How long does it take to be closed?"
When Han Yuan's voice fell, he heard someone chuckle softly in his ear. He was suddenly startled, grabbed a few small pine nuts in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Who laughed at your grandfather?"
The leaves behind him made a soft sound, and Han Yuan suddenly turned his head, the pine nuts in his hands disappeared into the dense bushes, and there was no sound.
Han Yuan took a look at it cautiously. Who knew that the next moment, his eyes would be black, and he fell straight from the tree.
When Han Yuan woke up, the lively crowd on Qinglong Island had already dissipated. He felt his temples tighten for a while, and looked around for a while, but he couldn't remember how he fell asleep under a big tree.
Han Yuan stretched his back and yawned with all his might. Half of his head was almost opened by his open mouth, but he was still dizzy. He had to get up and walk back top-heavy. I seem to have forgotten something.
When Han Yuan returned to the courtyard where his sect lived, he saw the puddle sitting on the top of the wall, and the second senior brother Li Yun was leaning against the door. The two were watching the courtyard with great interest.
"What are you doing?" Li Yun waved at Han Yuan, "Come on, you almost missed the beautiful ones."
It is naturally impossible for the same family to practice swordsmanship. Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming took an old wooden sword with a dull edge. It looks like one person is holding a shabby fire stick. The sword moves under his command are not shabby at all, and you are coming and going so fast that you can hardly see them clearly.
At the beginning, neither of the two had any energy, let alone other swordsmanship.
The deeper Yu Jiandao went, the more he could feel that this set of wooden swords was truly unique.
The simple can be passed on to the disciples, and the profound has never dared to say that he understands it thoroughly.
Shuikeng said enviously, "Second Senior Brother, when will I be able to learn swords?"
Li Yun watched the tricks in the field intently, and said perfunctorily, "When you are taller than the sword, let your senior brother teach you."
The puddle jumped up from the wall, raised his hands, and tried to stretch himself, wishing that he could grow a room taller immediately, and asked at the same time, "Why learn from Senior Brother? Why not learn from Third Senior Brother?"
Li Yun said with a smile: "Your senior brother is a serious sword cultivator who entered the Dao with swords. Your three senior brothers' swords were honed by fighting and fighting. They are not upright enough, and they are too hostile. After learning from him, you will have to change when you grow up. You can't be a rampaging dominatrix."
His voice fell, and a cold sword qi shot out from the field and slashed towards his face. Li Yun hurriedly jumped up and jumped up the wall, "tsk" said: " I haven't told anyone yet - I saw that there is no junior sister, his sword move is my swinging wooden sword, but Jianyi is going the way of the ocean tide sword, such a cool exercise, if you little girl's family has not learned well, it will be easy in the future. Stomach ache."
The puddle was confused, and for a while I didn't understand the inevitable connection between "practice sword" and "stomach pain".
This senior brother is really too obscene, even the sullen Sect Master Yan can't listen anymore, he can't bear to warn: "Li Yun!"
Li Yun laughed slyly on the wall, and patted the head of the puddle casually.
As usual, Cheng Qian didn't understand the exchanges between Li Yun and Yan Zhengming, and he was even more inactive than the ignorant puddle, but when he heard Li Yun mentioned the Haichao Sword, he came to the essence and said on a whim: "Little Junior Sister, let me show you what the Sea Tide Sword is - Senior Brother, be careful!"
During the speech, Cheng Qian suddenly changed his moves. The last move "Pengcheng Wanli" and the next move "Big Waves Washing the Sand" were seamlessly connected. The coolness brought by the sword wind immediately rustled, and the courtyard seemed to be swept by the furious waves. Falling to the ground, where the sword intent was agitated, there were even fine water droplets condensed on the wall. Li Yun had to squeeze his hand, and it could form a transparent barrier in mid-air, blocking the few of them watching the fun. in front of him to prevent the pond fish from being affected.
Yan Zhengming's hairpin was punched by Haitao in the sword, and it dissipated immediately, but he didn't panic. The peaceful and upright air overflowed from the wooden sword, but it didn't disperse as aggressively as Cheng Qian, but steadily and steadily. Wrapped around the body and the sword, the sword remained motionless as if it were divided into the sea.
Cheng Qian's eyes lit up: "Eldest brother, is this already 'condensing'?"
The so-called "condensation" is to disperse the true essence out of the body and attach it to the sword with consciousness. Only when the true essence can be retracted and released freely to the point where it can be "condensed" can the human and sword be further unified, and even walk with the sword.
At this level, Yan Zhengming may have really reached the point where he can control his sword.
The next moment, the two wooden swords collided in the air. The broken wooden swords could not bear such strength, and immediately broke together. Cheng Qiansenran's sword intent dissipated immediately. He took half of the wooden swords in his hand and drew a line at will Radian, said with a smile: "It seems that I have to add an hour to practice swords every day, otherwise it will be a step behind you."
Cheng Qian didn't laugh very often. As he got older, both crying and laughter gradually disappeared from his face, and he developed a gentleman's spirit that shows people's emotions and anger. After turning a corner without any haze, he suddenly brought out a rare youthful air.
Cheng Qian has a beautiful face since he was a child, and he has grown even more in his youth. If he hadn't already walked on the cold road of cultivation, he must have been a mortal who called people to throw melons, throw fruits, and watch and kill people on the streets.
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Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and suddenly something moved in his heart. He complied with the ability to draw half a wooden sword in the air, and let the wooden sword guide him to clear his body. Immediately, a sword qi overflowed, almost warm and moist quietly.
The puddle on the top of the wall let out an exclamation, and saw the sword qi brush past her skirt, but did not hurt the soft satin skirt in the slightest. The sword qi fell on a half-dead weed on the top of the wall. In the eyes of everyone, the weeds turned green again on the edge of the yellowed leaves, and they stood up tremblingly and bloomed a delicate little yellow flower.
Han Yuan and Shuikeng looked at the little yellow flower in shock together. Han Yuan asked, "Senior brother, which trick is this? It's the first time I've seen sword tricks bloom!"
Although Yan Zhengming has become more stable, he still can't change the quality of showing off his love when he faces his family behind closed doors. When he asks, he turns his eyes and stretches out his hand like a madman. The speed visible to the naked eye gave birth to a cluster of briar roses, climbing into a frame, covered with large and small flowers, pink correspondingly, hanging down from the wall, like a pair of red apricots that have not returned.
Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves contentedly, and smiled incomprehensibly: "This is a move in the fifth style 'Returning to Nature', which is called 'Withered Trees Meet Spring'."
Seeing that he was about to turn on the screen again, Li Yun had no choice but to help his forehead, while the two little ones, Shuikeng and Han Yuan, were very aware of what he wanted.
Only Cheng Qian didn't give face to the leader, and after a glance, he commented bluntly: "Oh, it turns out to be this trick, no wonder it's always offensive and defensive, I've always wondered what this chicken rib can do. Use it, it's for putting flowers after the fight for a long time!"
"A lot of nonsense," Yan Zhengming was still immersed in his understanding just now, his tone was much gentler than usual, and he pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Comb my hair."
Li Yun grabbed the vest of the puddle, took her down from the wall, and said to her: "If you can recite the Jingjing Sutra ten times before sunset today, I will show you the starting hand of the door swordsmanship. "
When the puddle heard it, he couldn't be more excited, and the starting style was also swordsmanship! She hurriedly ran all the way to get her chanting booklet.
But all her senior brothers knew what the so-called "starting-hand style" was, and they couldn't bear to laugh. I wonder if the little junior sister knew that the starting-handing style she had been looking forward to for a long time was a period after "living until Sai Xian". Will you cry.
Han Yuan sat at the gate of the courtyard and began to do his daily homework of thirty wooden sticks. Li Yun picked up a scroll of writing, writing and drawing. Cheng Qian couldn't help it. Wrong decision to pay the price - he felt his scalp was numb from this hairy boy.
The afterglow of the setting sun hangs on the mountains of Qinglong Island, Yan Zhengming half-squinted his eyes and thought in his heart: "If you can be so lively and lively every day on Fuyao Mountain in the future, the longevity day after day is indeed a match for the living immortals. '."
Yan Zhengming suddenly couldn't help thinking about Fuyao Mountain. According to his idea, he didn't want the sect to be so prominent. There was no need for the daily traffic like Qinglong Island. It's all passed down, just go out and not be bullied by others.
When the time comes, the apprentices and apprentices will grow up, and they may also accept apprentices one after another. He can change the master’s unknown hall into an ancestral hall for apprentices to receive ordination and punishment. If any apprentice is naughty, he will send the most unreasonable copper coins to clean them up. .
Yan Zhengming thought about it, and said: "When we return to Fuyao Mountain, we will also accept apprentices, and we can also hold a sect competition every year. When the apprentice loses, whoever will take the apprentices to brush together. Wanxi, copper coins! Are you trying to make me bald?"
Cheng Qianzheng was holding a wooden comb and said vaguely, "You should have been bald long ago."
Han Yuan poked away the abolished spell with a carving knife, and asked briskly, "Little Senior Brother, there will be you in the first game tomorrow, how do you feel, and how long will it take you to win?"
Before Cheng Qian could answer, Yan Zhengming said in amazement: "What, the first game tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me the copper coins earlier? Go to my hand to pick up a sword in a while, it's better than usual, you can't hold it no matter what. A wooden sword goes straight up, do you hear me?"
Cheng Qian responded, holding a handful of hair in his hand, and asked casually, "What do you think, do you need me to win to the end?"
Yan Zhengming's long eyebrows were raised high, and he felt that his junior and junior brothers were getting more and more crazy. As soon as he said this, he was literally thousands of talented people in the world. He poked him with the words and said, "Do you mean that you will be able to sweep the lecture hall and step on Qinglong Mountain?"
Cheng Qian smiled and said, "It may not win, but if you feel the need, I will definitely do my best."
Cheng Qian seldom said something like "do your best", he said these four words more weight than others, because he would never perfunctory, say "do your best", he can really fight to the end in one breath.
Yan Zhengming couldn't describe the feeling in his heart for a while, so he sighed secretly, feeling that no matter how much pain he felt, he even forgave Cheng Qian for breaking four or five of his hair.
Yan Zhengming said softly: "Little Dive"
Cheng Qian: "Well, it's done."
Li Yun raised his head and glanced at it, and suddenly he couldn't hold his breath, choked on the saliva, coughed to the death, Han Yuan had already covered his eyes and couldn't bear to see it.
The puddle, who had just returned the scriptures, ran over "dadada", and encountered the new image of the head senior brother in person. She opened her mouth in a daze and looked up at him with reverence. A flower was inserted on one side, and it was very symmetrical, as if a pair of purple and red ears had grown, and if you put on a purple dress, the senior brother could go out and tell people that the matchmaker was going to pull fiber!
After a while, an angry shout erupted from the courtyard: "Cheng! Dive!"
What a pain in the ass like this! What's the use of raising him
Cheng Qian passed through the yard and plunged into his own house, intending to close the door and pat the senior brother who came to collect debts outside the door, but just in time, there was a sudden sound of bells and drums in the twilight of Qinglong Island.
The big bell rang again and again, and the drum beat was so dense that it seemed to hit the heart directly.
The smile on Cheng Qian's face stopped, and the half-closed door was stuck in the middle: "What happened?"
Li Yun got up, turned serious, and frowned: "If I remember correctly, the sound of the bell seems to be a warning, and the sound of the drum is to mobilize the inner disciples to defend against the enemy - why, is it someone who dares to invade Qinglong Island?"
"Puddle, come here and don't run around," Yan Zhengming shouted at the puddle, who ran to the door to look out, "I'll find someone to go out and ask—ocher"
His voice fell, the courtyard door had been vigorously pushed open from the outside, and Ochre was panting behind him: "Wait! Real you"
Several people in the courtyard looked at the door together, and saw Tang Wanqiu standing there with an expressionless face.
Tang Wanqiu didn't start, "Follow me."
Yan Zhengming stepped forward and asked, "Senior, what happened to the island? Where do you want us to go?"
Tang Wanqiu was never patient enough to explain. She turned her head and grabbed the vest of the puddle without saying a word. As the little girl screamed, as if she was carrying a small package, she carried her all the way. Go away, and only say one sentence: "Don't linger!"
As a result, everyone in the Fuyao faction had to chase after him. Cheng Qian raised his foot and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and waved his hand, and the lock on a box in the corner fell off. The frost blade flew straight out and fell into his hands.
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