"Fang Yuan has started learning swordsmanship!"
This saying began to spread among the servants in Jade Fengya.
I don’t know how many people saw Fang Yuan suddenly holding a broom in a sword-like manner when he was sweeping. I don’t know how many people saw Fang Yuan hiding in the bamboo forest at night and practicing hard. Some even saw him practicing hard in the bamboo forest at night. People, legend has it that they saw Ling Hongbo, the chief steward of the Spiritual Medicine Supervisor, Ling Xianzi coming over from time to time and giving advice on Fang Yuan's sword skills. It is said that he was very strict and often scolded Fang Yuan bloody!
As a result, the servants became even more wary of Fang Yuan, and they were all polite when they met.
As soon as they saw Fang Yuan practicing swordsmanship with red eyes and a murderous look on his face, they all felt a chill on their backs. No one knew whether this lunatic would suddenly rise up and regard themselves as a target to do this. I deliberately avoided him when I was alive!
And Song Kui, who had once been chased by Fang Yuan with a kitchen knife and lost a lot of face, no longer had any thoughts of revenge!
In the first few days, in order to save face, he secretly told people that he must make Fang Yuan look good. But one evening, he brought two doglegs and quietly entered Fang Yuan's training room. In the bamboo forest where the sword was standing, he suddenly saw Fang Yuan who was practicing his sword. His eyes were blood red and he had a murderous look on his face. He actually didn't dare to make a move and quietly retreated back!
Since then, I have never mentioned this matter!
"Oh, I didn't expect Junior Brother Fang to be so terrible when practicing swordsmanship. This is not an option..."
Even Manager Sun felt emotional. What he was even more uncertain about was the relationship between Fang Yuan and Ling Hongbo. While drinking a small drink, he pondered: "This little pepper has never been so kind to others. Could it be that Junior Brother Fang slept with her?"
After some serious thinking, he found Fang Yuan and said, "Junior Brother Fang, don't practice sword practice in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall in the future. It's not good to have too many people and many eyes. There is a desolate hall in the back mountain, which was abandoned by the Immortal Sect." It has been used for hundreds of years, you will be responsible for taking care of it from now on, I will not arrange other things for you, just clean these few places, you can arrange the time as you like!"
Fang Yuan followed Steward Sun for a walk and saw that the desolate palace he was talking about was in the back hill of Yufeng Cliff. It was usually inaccessible and covered with lush grass. It was indeed a good place to practice swordsmanship. He then knew that Steward Sun actually meant it. Helping himself, he said with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Brother Sun. The place here is spacious and the terrain is complex. It is a good place to practice swordsmanship. Besides, there are few people, so you don't have to worry about being bumped into!"
Manager Sun smiled and said: "Yes, yes, the most important thing is that there are few people, so you don't have to worry about being bumped into!"
As he spoke, he patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up: "Brother, that's awesome, even Little Pepper can handle it..."
"Senior Sister Ling is still very good and enthusiastic, but her skills are a bit lacking..."
Fang originally thought that Manager Sun was talking about his victory over Little Pepper in chess, so he nodded in agreement.
"His..."
Manager Sun took a deep breath and cupped his hands at Fang Yuan with a look of admiration.
"Brother, you don't have to worry about anything from now on. Just concentrate on practicing your sword here and take good care of that little pepper..."
He said with a look of concern on his face: "One day I will get some spirit animal meat to help you replenish your body. Look, you have lost weight in just a few days!"
Fang Yuan was extremely grateful to Manager Sun. He didn't know the dirty thoughts in Manager Sun's heart, but he understood the reason why Manager Sun asked him to come here to clean up this deserted palace. To put it bluntly, it was just to give him an environment to concentrate on practicing his sword. After all, I am the member of the Miscellaneous Hall, and I usually practice swords too hard. If the immortal gate deacon sees it, he will definitely blame me for not doing his job properly!
But here in the back mountain, there is no need to worry.
It is said that this place used to be where the disciples of Qingyang Sect were imprisoned. It was born with a sense of oppression. Now it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. The grass grows taller than people. Even during the day, there is little sunlight. At night, it is even more so. The sinister wind gusts, like a ghostland. No cheating servants in the fairy gate dare to come here, for fear of bumping into something...
However, Fang Yuan was not afraid. He lacked such a secluded place to practice his sword.
What's more, Manager Sun said that in name he was cleaning this place, but in fact he was just giving him a quiet place to practice his sword. To him, this was already a great favor. How could he be so dissatisfied with others? People are tired, why ask for more
So, he stayed here with peace of mind, went back to eat some food in the evening, and spent the entire day practicing his sword here.
Sometimes, when I practice so obsessively, I will stay here even at night, and will not go back until I am exhausted.
Nowadays, among the servants in Yufengya, there are rumors that he has acquired the superb swordsmanship taught by Xiaojiao, and they respect and fear him. However, only Fang Yuan knows that he is nothing more than an empty shell. He only feels that this The moves on the sword manual are simple, but the more he practices, the more he feels that his skills are shallow. Now he can make every sword move exactly as written on the sword manual. It seems to be a breeze, but I know in my heart that such sword moves cannot be used against others, and the secret will be revealed in a fight...
Xiaojiajiao said that this was because he was not strong enough and was not integrated, which made him crazy. The more he failed to practice, the more he had to practice. Gradually, his mind sank. Sometimes he read I can’t read any more, I just want to practice sword practice!
"The breeze blows in the willows..."
"The mirror hangs high..."
One day more than ten days later, Fang Yuan was practicing his sword skills in this remote and gloomy place. He didn't notice that the sun was setting in the past few days. He just repeated the words over and over again that were almost deeply imprinted in his soul. Sword moves, never tire of it!
This desolate palace in the back mountain is extremely desolate and terrifying during the day. At night, with the night wind, it becomes even more gloomy.
The dark wind blew, the trees swayed and the grass swayed, and the faint sound of ghosts crying came from the gaps between the rocks. Even the boldest person would be scared to death.
But Fang Yuan didn't care. He naturally didn't believe in these ghosts and gods, and he was very courageous.
"well… "
After practicing simple sword moves countless times, he was finally exhausted and sat down on a bluestone.
"It still doesn't work. These sword moves are just a showpiece. They look good. How can they be used against others?"
"But when Little Pepper first used it, the sword moves were the same as his own, but with a little more agility and meaning..."
"How did she do it?"
"What's wrong with me?"
Lowering his head and thinking hard, Fang Yuan was puzzled and only felt slightly annoyed.
"Huh..."
While he was thinking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, picking up the grass all over the ground and causing Fang Yuan's hair to scatter.
"What's causing trouble?"
Fang Yuan's train of thought was interrupted, and he became very angry. He remembered the rumors about ghosts and gods spread by others, and cursed in the direction of the wind: "If there are indeed ghosts and gods, please stay away and don't bother me!"
After he finished cursing, most of his anger was gone, and he felt it was funny. He shook his head and prepared to get up and continue practicing his sword.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a slight tremor. He raised his head and looked forward, and saw a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the gloomy deserted palace. He was holding a long sword in his hand and was actually practicing the sword. Now It was a moonless night and everything was dark, but Fang Yuan could clearly see the shadow. He felt curious and tiptoed forward!
As I got closer, I gradually saw clearly that there was indeed a shadow practicing swordplay.
Judging from the appearance, he should be a man, but his face cannot be clearly seen. In fact, his whole person is blurry, as if translucent. At this time, he is wielding a sword and his body is elegant, but he does not have a sword. The sound of the blade cutting through the air came, as if it were real or illusory...
"Is there really a ghost?"
Fang Yuan was greatly surprised, and then his curiosity arose: "Mr. Zhu once said that unless you are a ghost cultivator who specializes in cultivating the soul, there are no ghosts in the world. There are some people who died unjustly and have such obsessions that they linger in the world. Go, it’s just a grievance, no big deal. I’ve always wanted to see what a ghost looks like. I’m so lucky today, so I want to take a closer look... "
Thinking like this, I was about to touch it quietly to scare the ghost, but as soon as I moved forward, I was suddenly startled and found that the sword wielded by the ghost was exactly the same as the one I practiced. It was also the Thunderbolt Dominating Nine Heavens Sword. The sword moves were used one after another!
It's just that although the sword moves are the same, there is an indescribable mystery when used in his hands.
Unlike the little pepper, the sword moves performed by the ghost had no power at all, but in Fang Yuan's eyes, there was an indescribable magic, as if there was an extra layer of indescribable magic. The implication is even more brilliant than that of Little Pepper!
Fang Yuan looked at it for a while, then felt dazzled and yearned for it.
I couldn't help but stand up, walked in that direction, and said with cupped hands: "Senior is really good at swordsmanship, junior..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he saw that the front of the hall was empty. How could there be any ghosts practicing swordsmanship
He quickly walked to the deserted palace and looked around. There was no trace of anyone practicing swordsmanship here, and he couldn't help but frown.
Could it be that you are really blinded
But soon, he shook his head. What he saw just now was real and not an illusion.
(End of chapter)