Master and apprentice were so excited after one meal that Wu Shuang also drank two more bowls of porridge for the first time. He said that his father-in-law is very good at cooking. If he went to a restaurant to be a breakfast master, he would definitely make a lot of money. . The old man with green bamboo leaves in his true body also relaxed a little when he saw this. It seems that for a while, this fat immortal with unknown realm has no intention of getting rid of him and then be happy. He simply put aside his fear and played the role of an old man in the mountains. He had a kind face and chatted with the two about interesting things in the mountains, which was a great pleasure for both the guests and the host.
It happened that the spring rain had stopped and the air was clear after the rain. Wu Shuang took the young man up the mountain to practice his sword. As for the injury on his hand, Wu Shuang never asked anything. In his words, practicing swordsmanship with injuries and having the sword moves engraved in the mind with the pain is a good thing with twice the result with half the effort. Besides, what can a man do if he suffers a little bit? Compared to fighting with others and losing one's life in the future, it's not worth mentioning.
Not far from the thatched cottage, there is a small steep peak 70 to 80 feet above the ground. The mountain is not high, but it is definitely steep. There are broken roads and dangerous cliffs from time to time. When climbing the mountain, the young man can only lie down and use his hands and feet. In addition, I was afraid of heights again, so I didn't dare to look down. I was trembling with fear, and the more I climbed, the harder it became. On the other hand, Wu Shuang seemed to have roots under his feet, holding his hands behind his back. He was not as hard and embarrassed as a young man. He was leisurely and leisurely. He often stopped to admire the beautiful scenery after the rain and walked up the mountain by himself.
Sweat rolled down, and the young man wiped his face with four fingers. His hands were full of mud, and he felt secretly sad in his heart. If he had known this, why would he have admired the knight in white? His clothes were dyed khaki by the soil, and his whole body looked like a mud horse rolling on the ground, without any trace of temperament.
After waiting on the ground for nearly a stick of incense at the top of the mountain, Wu Shuang finally couldn't hold back his temper. He took a deep breath and shouted, which shocked everyone, "Disciple! It's time to climb up even if you climb! The wind is strong on the top of the mountain, you want to freeze I will never become a teacher until I die!" In a thatched cottage not far away, Zhu Yeqing, who had grown up in spirit, was holding a portrait of a woman in a daze. Hearing this roar, he trembled. He used too much force on his hands and almost broke the scroll. Then he locked the scroll in the box with a sad face. He was really afraid of this old man. Not to mention the tremors, he also often tensed his heartstrings. , with a roar, his heart trembled.
"When will it end?" The old snake drooped his snow-white eyebrows and sighed.
As soon as the roar ended, the young man emerged from the top of the mountain, turned around and lay down on the ground. He didn't care about etiquette and was still panting. After a while, he replied: "Master, I really have to climb." Wu Shuang, who was glaring at the words, scratched sarcastically. I was scratching my head, was my request for this young apprentice a little too strict? But in reality, time is running out, so that’s all. After coughing twice, Wu Shuang still had a straight face, but his words were much calmer: "Let you rest for a while, and then practice sword practice after half a stick of incense." After saying that, he took out a long sword from its sheath, and inserted the scabbard into the soft soil. He leaned against a dead tree that was blackened by lightning and rested with his eyes half closed.
After half a stick of incense, the young man stood up. His breath had calmed down. He pulled out his sword and practiced sword practice in the open space. With the sword in his hand, the young man's tired expression changed completely. The essence, energy, and spirit are like a waterfall that has escaped from the gate, flowing endlessly. Stay still, concentrate, and move with the sword. One of the reasons why Wu Shuang accepted a disciple and taught him the sword was that in the backyard of the teahouse, when the young man was drunk and saw the meaning of the sword for the first time, there was a trace of infatuation in the expression of an old wolf seeing a rabbit; secondly, the young man's writing and writing, although chaotic, were The bison plows through the grass, but the sharp edge is hidden in the brush, and the sword's intention is extremely long.
It's like a long dragon entwined in the words, flying towards the remaining clouds.
At this moment, Yun Zhong was completely immersed in the sword moves and naturally had no intention of watching his master's expression. The young man was very quick to learn sword skills. He could master the shape and meaning of the shopkeeper to one point in half a month, but he stayed at one point for a long time and found it difficult to make any progress. The sword styles are nothing more than stabbing, slashing, slashing, pulling, pulling, etc. Different people draw different swords with different charms. Wu Shuang once made it clear that Yun Zhong should not copy the charm of other people's swordsmanship, but should absorb the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and find the one that suits him among thousands of swordsmanship roads. This is the right way. Blindly copying will lead to indulging in it, and the techniques and spirits will be complicated and complicated. Unable to enter the room.
Sheathing the sword, the young man returned it to its sheath, closed his eyes and thought about a move that he had not been able to understand for a long time. This move is called Thrush Climbing Up the Tower. The name of the move is graceful and poetic, but when the move is made, it has a strong killing meaning. After sheathing the sword, lower the hilt, draw the sword again, and swing the sword tip from bottom to top against the trend, with great force. Shen, with murderous intent. The antelope sheathes her sword and hangs her horns, like a woman who is good at drawing moth eyebrows, elegant and smooth; she picks up the sword with great force, like climbing a building across the river and sea, plundering fiercely, striving to kill the enemy with one move. The study time was not short, and the young man could only manage to draw eyebrows. He was unable to climb the stairs and always had sluggish spots. Wu Shuang joked that the lame old woman climbed up the gentle slope and staggered every three steps. The young man felt resentful about this for a long time and practiced harder and harder, but was still unable to overcome the bottleneck.
After hesitating for a moment, the young man did not draw out the sword. He inserted the sword and walked to Wu Shuang. He followed his master's example and leaned his shoulders against the side of the wet tree. His head was drooping and he said, "Master, this is the best way to climb the stairs." The ferocious spirit, my disciple is too stupid to figure it out, what can I do?" Then his eyes suddenly brightened, and he hurriedly asked: "Kill the chicken?"
Wu Shuang, who was no longer too lazy to pay attention to the young man's wild ideas, didn't even bother to raise his eyelids this time.
"Hey! You still know that I am your master, and you are wearing plain white, so your heroic spirit is mixed with porridge? Killing chickens and practicing swordsmanship, what are you talking about?"
The young man didn't care, patting the mud that had been dried by the mountain wind on his clothes. The rolling waves of the soil made Wu Shuang choke, wave his hands and hide aside, and said with a smile: "My disciple is all rustic, how can he be half heroic? Some people believe in native chickens, how can they kill each other?" The young man seemed to be addicted to talking, and continued to mutter: "What's more, buying chickens is too expensive. Originally, I owed the master several taels of silver, and it will take the year of the monkey, the horse and the moon to pay it off. "I'm not good at catching chickens, and Master can't condescend to do it myself, so I'll forget it."
In the spring when mosquitoes were not born, Wu Shuang experienced the mosquito buzz on a summer night in advance.
The gloomy and dark clouds in the sky faded away, and the sky became bright and clear. Under the sun, two masters and apprentices, a fat one and a thin one, sat side by side on the green mountain grass. The grass stems held up the crystal raindrops, which was so beautiful.
"Why don't you try mountain climbing?" The fat shopkeeper turned to the young man and said with a cold smile.
