Without warning, Luo Ming suddenly began to practice swordsmanship. Reply to "Five more winds outside the curtain", "Blowing dreams without a trace," "Who is the same as when painting the building and getting back on the bus?"
Lin Mu Xiaoxiao seems to be still, and Yu Jing and Luo Minghui are the only moving ones in this stillness. He made three moves in a row, each of which was unexpectedly subtle. Luo Ming's sword was incessant, in one go, from the first sword's 'Five Geng wind outside the curtain' to the last sword, which hurt my heart. - A total of 609 swords have been made, which are continuous and natural, without a trace of axe. It is difficult to judge whether it is twelve or not.
"How, do you understand?"
This set of swordsmanship can't even understand Luo Ming, who is an 8th. Even if the people of Ba Chenyi are twice as high, they still can't see any way.
Shen Yiren frowned, but his eyes were not on Luo Ming, but on the sword. He said thoughtfully for a while in silence.
"Please try again, master."
"good."
Luo Ming's sword is neutral, which is completely different from the hand-holding style he just raised. Open your eyes and drink.
"The oil wall incense car will never meet again", "Xiayun Wuji asked Xidong' Ba." The sword-style name recited is not the same as just now, and the last trick is "It was once Jinghong Zhaoying". The second time, there were 1,114 swords. Not only the name, but also the tricks were not half the same.
Luo Ming rehearsed for the second time, looking at the concentrated and contemplative Ba Chenyi, a smile could not help overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
-- Ruzi can be taught.
What Shen Yiren focused on was not the names of those moves, nor the moves themselves, but the will of God. That burst of subtle changes hidden in the sword and vivid in a very quiet place.
This twelve-style blue silk and white hair, the moves are extremely simple. It is nothing more than the basic skills of stabbing, chopping, dragging, and dragging that all swordsmen can do. The difficulty lies in the method used. The same is a flat one - thorn, sometimes it can have a magical effect, and sometimes it is a waste move. And the mastery in the middle is the beauty of green silk and white hair.
'Just right' can be said to be the essence of this set of swordsmanship.
. But to practice this step, it is impossible for many swordsmen to dream of.
Shen Yiren did not move and pondered bitterly, not realizing that the sky was getting darker.
Luo Ming said to himself: "From today onwards, I will practice swordsmanship here for three days. Take a good look at this sword style. If anyone else is watching, I am the matchmaker's daughter. It's not good to stop it."
Shen Yiren didn't understand Luo Ming's meaning of passing the sword, Gong Ji kneeled on the ground respectfully, and kowtowed three times.
"Shen Yiren thanked the villa master for his kindness of teaching the sword." Ba "I didn't teach your swordsmanship." Luo Ming waved his hand and said, "I will never spread the Luo family's swordsmanship. You are neither surnamed Luo nor an apprentice of Luo. , how can I pass the sword. I just tried the swordsmanship, and you looked at it from the side. It is inconvenient for me to get angry with the daughter of the old friend, that's all.
Fortunately, he was able to say such a ridiculous reason back to such a high-sounding sound. Shen Yiren held back his laughter and stood up.
"Yiren understands it." .
Shen Yiren followed Luo Ming's sword practice here, and went down the mountain only after returning late at night.
When they landed on the mountainside, they happened to meet Luo Siming and Si Aoxue, two masters and servants. Seeing Shen Yiren, Luo Siming felt a little embarrassed and lowered his head to walk away.
Shen Yiren looked at the two of them and remembered the story Luo Ming told D, but his heart moved.
"Brother Si Ming, come slowly."
Luo Siming just stopped, and suddenly his eyes were full of sword light. I only saw that Shen Yiren came out with his hand, the frost light in his hand soared, and the sword energy rushed out like the Yangtze River.
Both were startled. Balosmin didn't know why Shen Yiren made his move, and Huanba was so amazing. Shen Yiren did not know when his swordsmanship had risen to Ruosi.
Luo Siming pinched his sword fingers without knowing what to do, and Ba fully used the magic of 'Sanshuang Yingbai' to finally hold the sword.
The clinker Shen Yiren twisted his waist slightly, his sword pointed to the sharp edge, and slammed the sword towards Aoxue's chest.
Aoxue's martial arts cultivation was far inferior to the two of them, so she was unable to avoid it. Luo Siming was so frightened that he lost his mind, and without even thinking about it, he threw himself in front of Ao Xue and died with his body.
But did not wait for the sword. What Ba waited for was just a hearty laughter like a silver bell. She turned her head and looked, Miss Shen had already retracted her sword and sheathed it, and rushed back to the two of them with a meaningful smile.
"I'm waiting for a drink."
Then left behind the unknown two people, laughing and turning away.
Chapter 71: Bananas for a while, Clouds and Wild Stars
Twilight clouds hang over the stars, and the flute is melodious.
Since the 17th day of idleness was issued, each has its own busyness, and each e has its own leisure. Busy people are busy, raising, training, planning, and trying not to make the slightest mistake. The idlers such as Luo Ming, Aples and others have long passed their busy days. Seen as the last leisure in life, it happens to be what they need most now.
Since the idle order was issued on the 17th, there have been frequent flute sounds in the mountains and fields.
Sometimes it is on the top of the mountain, sometimes it is in Huayin, sometimes it is back where no one is, and sometimes it is among the crowd.
Bersan's flute has always been popular. The tune he played back was obviously very ordinary, and no one could tell what it was. Some are sad and some are familiar, but no one has been able to name them exactly. Just a vague feeling of nostalgia. It seems to be a tune that has long been heard, but I don't know when I forgot.
Bosang looked alone at the clouds and mist, and put down his hands. Middle flute, took out a banana from his arms. He peeled the skin slowly and said.
"Since you're looking for me, why don't you be more upright. It seems. It's like we have some shady deal."
"Since you want to be honest, why don't you choose a place with a lot of people and let me find you."
Ming Feizhen slowly stepped out from behind the rock, not knowing when he came, maybe before or after playing the flute. He stood beside Bosang, looked at the sea of clouds, and murmured, "I have read the ancient books of the Shamanism. Wanyu Peak is called the Baling Mountain of Shamanism because of the phoenix habitat. But the Wuhuang's palace was never built here. In order to restore the prestige of the witch religion, the Great Spirit Witch built the Witch Emperor Hall on the first high mountain in Xiacang Anxi with a high profile.
In fact, this place has been the Demon Eye Sect starting from the first generation of Witch Sovereign. Training witch soldiers for the witch religion, sharpening sharp knives, has always been the location of the Witch King's sword. It can be said to be the sheath of witchcraft. Even if that bastard doesn't get knocked down by me, sooner or later, he will have to be slashed one by one.
Bosang looked at the cloud at the same time, and did not ask back.
He suddenly began to talk about the reasons for the tradition of witchcraft, and said lightly, "What do you have to do with me?"
Mingfei didn't answer him, but said. "There's something special in your eyes. Bosang stroked his face and said sternly.
"I didn't wash my face in the morning, there was a lot of eye mucus, I'm sorry.
"It's anger." Yue Mingfei really interrupted him, looking at him as if he could directly crush the mask hanging on the chronic character.
"You are chasing intensely, hating something. You hate. You have a goal that you can't achieve, and you can't do it. Your actions are wild and fierce. Such a lonely army wants to fight against a big country. Cruising back and forth on the border alone, even sending people to look for Alan. It doesn't fit your displayed personality very well. Without strong anger support, I can't imagine what would make One person is so diametrically opposed in action and character."
Bosang looked at him with quiet eyes, and his words were also quiet.
quiet.
"In my impression, I don't seem to have said a few words to you. e
"Two people with handles, why are they talking so much? Again. Don't fall in love.
Ming Feizhen sat on the boulder, Ren Shanfeng whistled and patted his chest.
"Have you ever thought of becoming a witch emperor?"
"No." The Witch King of Bawu Sect did not follow the tradition passed down from generation to generation. Although there is such a situation, according to the teachings, the sons of the Wu Emperor are not eligible to inherit the lineage. The person who can truly inherit the throne of the Wuhuang is someone with extraordinary talent.
Legend has it that after the death of the Wuhuang, the talent in him will be reincarnated into another new life. That is the new generation of witch emperors. The Wuhuang was born able to speak the language of animals, and taming the beasts of the earth is the master of all living beings in Xiacang Anxi.
This kind of power exists, and it exists on the young patriarch of the Hesna tribe next to Minghui Feizhen.
Bursanton paused and said. ...how would you know? "