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 hatred can be forged, and the essence can be forged.
Although the Fuyao wooden sword is an entry-level swordsmanship, it coincides with the ups and downs of ordinary people's life. This cannot 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 bottlenecks are. Generally, people in the practice will be ecstatic when encountering such a situation, and they will 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, whoever wants to go, I won't go anyway - the bottleneck is the bottleneck, let it be."
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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 has no ambitions 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 precise and the strength was strong. appropriate.
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 each courtyard, 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 told them to abide by 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 Taoists were bringing in wood and carving knives one after another, Li Yun explained to his two new junior brothers: "That is a spell, and a spell is divided into a clear and dark amulet. 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 before. , it is estimated that only great ability can do it.”
Cheng Qian pretended not to be curious, but in fact his ears were pricked up.
After all, spells are the root of immortal artifacts, and immortal artifacts are the most intuitive impression of ordinary people on immortality.
Han Yuan leaned forward and asked: "Second Senior Brother, what is the power?"
Li Jun grinned at him and said, "Which one of the living dares to say 'can', the great power has already ascended to the sky."
Han Yuan didn't have a good impression of Senior Brother, but he also knew that he couldn't offend him, not to mention that Little Beggar was not as shameful as Cheng Qian, and he didn't remember his revenge deeply. A bag of pine nuts was enough to make him smile.
He looked at Yan Zhengming's free and undisciplined back with a bit of envy, and asked Li Yun, "Brother, when can we learn to carve that?"
"We can't learn it," Li Yun waved his hand, pretending to say regretfully, "To learn a spell, you must first have a sense of qi—don't ask me what sense of qi is, I don't know, but the master said that it is a kind of communication ability. Master Xuan Feeling of Heaven and Earth, you will understand later, you don’t have to pay too much attention to what he said, and you won’t understand it if you care.”
Li Yun has thin lips, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned. He doesn't smile, but he also has a three-point smile. When he smiles, it doesn't look like a good thing. I can't feel the breath all my life, some because of bad aptitude, and some because of bad luck."
Han Yuan's face tightened when he heard it, and he straightened his back unconsciously: "That's a pity."
"Of course it's a pity," Li Yun said, "there is no sense of vigor. No matter how well we practice this wooden sword, it is just to strengthen our body and not be of great use."
First of all, Cheng Qian listened to Li Yun's words, but didn't take his heart, because he had already decided that Yan Zhengming was an embroidered pillow, and Yan Zhengming could get a sense of anger within seven or eight years. If he was better than a pillow , it is better to die as soon as possible and ask the immortals to ask this heart, and go back to farming and doing small business.
But when Li Yun said this, Cheng Qian heard the words in his words and the strength of his words.
Cheng Qian turned back to meet Li Yun's gaze, and said slowly, "I heard what the second senior brother said, how come it seems that I know how to awaken the sense of qi?"
Li Yun smiled at him, and even his eyebrows and eyes were all bent, like a pair of black and white hooks, looking at Cheng Qian meaningfully, just looking, but not answering.
Cheng Qian didn't take the bait, and said indifferently: "Oh, that's great, I wish my brother an early fulfillment."
If there really is such a way to exercise Qi, can Li Yun not do it for a year? It was clearly a bad idea, to find a scapegoat to try it out.
This little brat has so many eyes, Li Yun's hooked eyes twitched.
Han Yuan couldn't sit still. Hearing this, he immediately asked, "What? What method?"
Li Yun then gave up on Cheng Qian, and turned around to sell him off to Han Yuan: "I can't say it, it's against the rules of the house."
He said "can't say", but his tone was "come and ask".
Li Yun dug a big hole in front of him, and Han Yuan cooperated very well, stepping in without saying a word.
Han Yuan seemed to be in the midst of the great change just now, and he had already formed a match with the second senior brother he had met, and he kept asking questions. Li Yun "had no choice but to dodge", and finally whispered: "I see. I have written a book about the scenery of our Fuyao Mountain. It is said that there is a big monster at the foot of the mountain. On the moonlit night of every month—that is, on the 15th day of the new year—the demon’s demonic energy echoes the phases of the moon, the clear air and turbidity in the mountains. When the qi is turbulent, it will be in the mountain cave, and at this time in the mountain cave in the back mountain, even the mortals who have not started can feel the qi.”
Li Yun's voice changed: "Of course, our head master has a life, all the disciples are forbidden to leave the hospital on the first and fifteenth nights of every month, and the mountain cave is a forbidden place, and you can't go there."
Han Yuan listened thoughtfully.
Li Yun pretended to persuade: "Junior disciples are just getting started, maybe they haven't started to recite the sect rules seven to seventy-nine times, right? It's written clearly in it, such as the good qualifications of junior brothers and sisters, must be If you practice step by step, you will have a sense of vigor one day, and you won’t have to worry about taking shortcuts and violating the rules all day long, right, Third Junior Brother?”
Cheng Qian answered without smiling, "Second Senior Brother is right."
Li Yun: ""
Li Yun looked at Cheng Qian from top to bottom. His third junior brother, who didn't like to talk, seemed to have not reached the age of being a long man. He was thin and small, and no one could see his face when he lowered his head.
Li Yun was a little unclear for a while. Are these three junior brothers young and timid, not good at words, or are they all focused on the place where they should grow taller
Cheng Qian's echoing sentence made him a bit in a dilemma, Li Yun forced a smile: "Third Junior Brother is really well-behaved."
Not far away, Yan Zhengming took a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus sour plum soup handed over by Daotong, and when he looked up, he just saw this scene. He always felt that Li Yun, this kid, had a bad heart. When he was grinning, he could see from the eyes of the second junior brother. Saw a pair of ghosts.
Yan Zhengming suddenly had a whim, tilted his head and said to the Daotong next to him, "You call the little one the shortest child, I forgot, what was it called?"
Daotong replied with sincerity and fear: "That is the third uncle Cheng Qian."
"Ah, just him," Yan Zhengming nodded, "let him wait for me for a while, wait for me to practice the spell, and say that the master asked me to instruct him on his swordsmanship."
"He didn't say a word when I asked him to point it out, and this would be the name of a teacher again." Real Man Mu Chun thought slowly after hearing the words, but he looked up at Yan Zhengming and didn't open his mouth to reveal it - the young master is growing up It is quite lonely to grow up so big on the top of the mountain, and it is rare to have a child who can accompany him.
Daotong trotted over to spread the word, but Cheng Qian listened and didn't make a decision. He just thought that the big brother might have taken the wrong medicine.
However, Han Yuan muttered his goodbye: "I still want to play with you in a while."
Cheng Qian glanced at him and said in his heart, "You should be played by your second senior brother."
With this kind of sarcasm in his arms, he bid farewell to Li Yun and Han Yuan as if nothing had happened, and waited quietly as he said—of course not to wait for the young master Yan, who didn't know if he was a senior brother or a senior sister. full of curiosity.
It's a pity that he soon discovered that the magic of the spell cannot be felt by people who have no sense of anger - at least in his opinion, the senior brother did nothing all afternoon, just under the eyes of the master, holding a knife and carving on the wood vertical.
The only gain from this trip is to see the stern side of Master and his old man.
As he expected, the elder brother was an out-and-out embroidered pillow. After just sitting for a moment, nails seemed to grow out of his buttocks, swaying from side to side, and at the same time instructing the surrounding maids to turn around.
Sometimes he thought the bun was too tight and had to re-comb, sometimes he felt sweaty and wanted to go back to change his clothes, sometimes he wanted to show respect, and sometimes he had to drink water. He was either too cold or his mouth was hot. I dislike this, I just can't sit still.
He still has to leave often, often look around, often slander Li Yunmu Chun, and occasionally hum a new song composed by the maids in his heart, but his mind is not on carving wood anyway.
Although Cheng Qian didn't understand what was good about wood, he still thought with disdain for the elder brother's behavior: "grind on a lazy donkey."
Real Master Mu Chun knew that his incompetent disciple had to make such a fuss. He put an hourglass on Yan Zhengming's table. The hourglass is a delicate fairy weapon. It only takes half an hour to leak all of it, and the practice of leaking Yan Zhengming can end. But as soon as he left, the sand would stagnate immediately, and the hourglass for half an hour could often drag him until it was dark.
Yan Zhengming thought that in terms of "passing by", their master and apprentice could be a pair of bosom friends, but every time they practiced spells, the master was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic.
Master Mu Chun said that he actually entered the Dao with the sword, and most of the people who entered the Dao with the sword are determined, but there are exceptions, such as Young Master Yan, so he must double forge so that it will not be abandoned.
Cheng Qian looked at the side for a while, and felt that it was of no benefit to him, so he withdrew his gaze, and whispered to the Daotong next to him for the paper, he began to do the homework of the day - first dictate the door rules, and then dictate the master's reading in the morning. of tranquility.
Seeing Mu Chun, the stern color finally softened, and he waved to him: "Cheng Qian is here, you are back there."
Yan Zhengming frowned and raised his head to meet Master's triangular eyes.
Where is the backlight at noon? This is obviously because the master is showing him a good look, so that he can see that he is not as good as this little guy.
Yan Zhengming tilted his head and glanced at Cheng Qian's words, forgetting for a while that he wanted to keep him, and said unreasonably, "The dog's paws are more neatly pressed than this."
After all, Cheng Qian was young and the city was limited, so he countered without raising his head when he heard the words: "Thank you brother for your teaching, it's useless to press the dog's paws neatly, because that beast can't sit still at all."
Said, he glanced at the hourglass meaningfully, and Yan Zhengming noticed that the damn hourglass really stopped again.
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