That old sheepskin fur man is Li Chungang, the sword god of the older generation? In Xu Fengnian's opinion, this was unexpected and reasonable. Thinking of Xu Xiao's evaluation in the Chaoting Pavilion, and the string of water swords and an umbrella sword are still vivid in his memory, they are all shocking to the extreme. Xu Fengnian believes that Jiang Ni's open mouth is the best of Li Chungang, no matter how skinny the old crane is, it can't be compared with chickens and ducks all over the floor, so why not lose to Wang Xianzhi and be broken by a wooden horse? This old man with a broken arm still broke the red armor of the talisman general with one finger. If he was given a sharp sword again, what kind of sword intent would he have
Xu Fengnian's leg was smashed hundreds of times by Jiang Ni with an ancient fire clay inkstone worth thousands of gold. He frowned and said, "If you smash it down again, my leg will be fine, and your uncle Jiang Taiya's treasure will be ruined. I don't feel sorry for you prodigal girl. It still hurts."
Jiang Ni vented most of her depression and carefully hid the ancient inkstone. Where could she hide it? Xu Fengnian picked up a stack of cooked rice papers on the table with no expectations, and was a little surprised that it was no worse than Daqianxuan, a tribute from Jiangnan Dao. He took out one of the thin rice papers and shook it. Cooked Xuan, which eats less ink, is more suitable for meticulous painting than raw Xuan. Xu Fengnian is in a good mood, and even wants to ask the owner of the house for dozens of dollars for rice paper before leaving Yingzhuan. In this way, Xu Fengnian doesn't care if there is fire Nigu Inkstone personally grinds a natural toad-shaped Huanglu Stone Inkstone on the table, takes over the Guandong Liaowei, puts the ginger mud aside, and draws the mysterious pattern on the armor of the Red Armor with his memory.
The red-armored man used four sheets of rice paper for the four parts of his chest, back, hands, and feet, and then gradually separated several cloud seal scriptures covered by multiple layers, and drew them in a single frame. Reading numerous Buddhist Sanskrit texts is really an endless physical labor.
Xu Fengnian's hard work in painting these works was several times more difficult than practicing swordsmanship. Before he knew it, the atmosphere of the heavy rain beating on the fat banana leaves had disappeared. He saw the dusk was deep. After passing a hot towel, Xu Fengnian wiped his face and hands with a tired face. This work is really exhausting, and he is afraid that if he draws a deviation with one stroke, it will be a thousand miles away. Qingniao said lightly: "Your Highness, those people outside the courtyard were told to go away by the servants."
Elder Xu Feng exhaled, subconsciously stroked the Xiudong knife with one hand, nodded slightly and said: "I'm busy now, so I don't have the heart to talk nonsense with them, in case I think of something but don't have time to write it down , Maybe they will lose their official hats and errands that day. Qingniao, you can find out who the owner of this house is. Just a cursory look, the calligraphy, painting, bronzes, steles, and famous papers here are quite particular, aren't they? Ordinary wealthy people can display it if they are rich, and by the way, ask how much of this kind of cooked rice is on the table, I want fifty or sixty knives, and I will use it on the road.”
Qingniao nodded and left. From the corner of Xu Fengnian's eyes, he found Jiang Ni peeking at what he had drawn on his toes. He didn't bother to expose it, so he just took it as a reward for this girl who leaked the secret. Sword God and Wooden Horse Bull, when Xu Fengnian remembered these two names, he couldn't help thinking of those two swords.
Xu Fengnian shook his neck, picked up the embroidered winter and spring thunder swords, and came to the yard. Jiang Ni stood in the corridor holding the secret book, reluctant to leave, every word was worth a penny, and today she earned several taels less than usual. Xu Fengnian concentrated his energy, pulled out Chunlei, and imitated the posture of the old sword god holding an umbrella and slashing his sword, and stabbed down on the ground, but he just inserted Chunlei into the stone slab, without any sword intent at all. Unable to find a way, he squatted on the ground and kept silent.
The pattern on Fu Jiang's red armor can be imitated, but it is as difficult as going to heaven to learn the sword intent secretly.
It's a pity that Jiang Ni, who is full of sense of justice, doesn't want to be a heroine who eliminates violence and protects the good. She said angrily, "Shameless, stealing a teacher!"
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes, slowed down his movements, very slowly, so slow that he could feel the qi in his body condensed in the right arm holding the knife, and even a slight tremor of the muscles could be felt, and then merged with the blade, and finally concentrated at the tip of the knife.
On Wudang Mountain, the unknown circle boxing technique taught by the bull rider, at the beginning, the decomposed movements were as gentle as clouds and flowing like water, while Xu Fengnian practiced sharp knives, so the "Lushuiting Jiazi Xijianlu" read on the mountain were all swordsmanship, Although it is said to practice swords quickly, but also know that slow swords are more difficult, and in the end you can completely forget about speed, slowness, and slowness. There is no trick in your mind, only one thought and one thought, and the thought will move. No matter whether it is a sword or a sword, there is no need to worry about it. .
It's just that these are thoughts that can hardly be found in the attic in the sky. How many warriors in the world have practiced hundreds of thousands of knives and millions of swords in order to achieve this state
When Xu Fengnian was only an inch away from the ground, Xu Fengnian suddenly exerted force.
One knife is still simple one knife.
Xu Fengnian felt a little regretful, and murmured, "I'm in a hurry."
Standing up and putting back the Chunlei Knife, Xu Fengnian stretched his waist and laughed at himself: "Don't be in a hurry, listen to Lao Huang, you have to eat every bite at a time."
Jiang Ni, who thought something would happen, found out that there was only thunder and rain, so she curled her lips. Seeing her expression, Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Are you kidding me? You are about to learn swords from the sword god and aspire to become a new generation of sword god. Let me mention my knife, not to mention Xiudong, it is this one Chunlei, which weighs three catties, if you can carry a knife with a cross-arm and hold a stick of incense, I will treat you as if you have read ten thousand characters."
Jiang Ni raised a sword manual in her hand, and said heavily: "Will you listen, or if you don't listen, I will read 3,000 words!"
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I won't listen to it today, I still have to draw more from my memory, go ahead, count your 3,000 words more."
Jiang Ni couldn't believe it, and she was afraid that there would be another trap. After so many years of continuous losses and calculations, she was already in a state of disbelief.
No matter how Jiang Ni thought about it, Xu Fengnian walked into the house with no distractions, and continued to draw bitterly while scolding the Qi refiners of Longhu Mountain.
This job is really like practicing that slow knife, every stroke and every stroke must be done with heart and effort.
The old sword god Li Chungang came to the courtyard at some point, and Jiang Ni, who was having a headache on how to deal with the ancient inkstone, stopped and saw the old man come to the place where Xu Fengnian inserted the knife, stopped and looked down.
The old man who had nothing to do and wandered around was hooked in by the last knife.
Jiang Ni looked at it for a while, saw that the old man was just in a daze, and left the yard.
Li Chungang bent his waist, squinted at the strange and tiny cracks pierced by the last knife, and said, "Learn what kind of knife, obviously learning the sword is more promising."
The old man tugged at the sheepskin fur, and the hair fell out as soon as he pulled it, he turned and left, holding Wu Meiniang's young fish Wei Wei stood a little farther away, the old man glanced at the white cat and the plump beauty, and muttered: "This kid There is something wrong with the brain, it’s fine if you don’t eat cat meat, and you don’t even touch this little girl.”
Yuyouwei was furious, but she didn't dare to speak out.
Old man Li seemed to have lice or something in his crotch, so he stretched out his hand and scratched it, whatever made him feel comfortable. Fortunately, Yu Youwei didn't see this scene, she went straight into the courtyard, saw Xu Fengnian concentrating on describing something, hesitated for a moment, and was about to go back home quietly, she had nothing to say, but suddenly changed to a completely stranger In addition, the small courtyard where she lives is extremely deep and quiet. Dozens of green bamboos are planted in the courtyard. After reading too many novels and articles about fairy foxes and ghosts, I can always imagine that something will float out of the bamboo forest. . Compared with green bamboos, she still prefers the soft and beautiful plantains that are as tall as trees and hang down shades. Isn't there a lot of them here
Xu Fengnian, who switched from writing with his left hand to his right before Yu Youwei approached, asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"
Yuyouwei replied softly: "Look at the plantain."
Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, and joked: "I can't change the yard, I have all my things here, but if you like to see plantains, I can have people pull up those big bushes in the yard until your yard is full, how about it?"
Yu Youwei said in embarrassment, "Okay."
Xu Fengnian snapped his fingers, and the elusive blue bird stood beside Yu Youwei. Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Let someone move the plantains."
Yu Youwei said "no" and then turned around angrily, and even Wu Meiniang stretched out her paws lazily. Looking from the side, her paws slid on the round arc of Yu Youwei's chest. Xu Fengnian in the picture is a little lost in thought.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, the blue bird backed away, then called Yu Youwei to stop, and said with a smile: "Come on, let's grind ink."
Yu Youwei asked suspiciously, "Huh?"
Xu Fengnian pointed at Huang Lu's famous inkstone on the table, and said, "You grind this."
Pointing to Yu Youwei's chest again, making a grinding gesture back and forth, Xu Fengnian said with a smirk, "I'll grind this."
Yu Youwei blushed and said coquettishly, "Dengtuzi!"
Looking at the young fish and wei who fled in a hurry, Xu Fengnian leaned on the chair, without the slightest lust in his eyes, squinted a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, turned his head to look at the moon and stars after the rain outside the window, "Where is Xu Xiao now?" ?”