After finishing the sword practice, the young man put the long sword at his feet and ran to the stone pavilion. He hurriedly asked, "From what I saw, senior brother, are there any flaws or omissions in this sword move?"
Liu Qing blinked, with an expression on his face, "To be honest, little junior brother, I really can't see the good or bad in it. I just feel that the murderous intention is overflowing, but the sense of freedom and ease is somewhat lacking. It's the same as our master Yun Compared to the sword, it still seems to have a much inferior taste."
Senior brother's words are indeed on point. The young man thinks that his sword moves are 80 to 90% similar to those he used when his master evolved. Unfortunately, if he uses them now, although the power of injuring the enemy has indeed improved a lot, it is not as good as running in the mountains to practice swordsmanship. It was so comfortable and natural at that time, not to mention the divine will of swordsmanship, it was extremely lacking.
Yun Zhong thought about it carefully, sat cross-legged next to Liu Qing, and said thoughtfully, "Senior brother is indeed saying this, but when facing the enemy, you always strive for excellence in your sword moves. You must be able to hurt the enemy with one sword strike. Too much Paying attention to sword moves will indeed make it difficult for divine will to advance, but in my current state, I can't use any sword energy. As for sword intention, I really don't know how to polish it."
Although Liu Qing was sitting cross-legged, with her back straight, she was still extremely tall. After listening to Yun Zhong's words, she pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Master, I take the swordsmanship and swordsmanship mentioned by him seriously. I don't know anything about it, but since we both belong to the same sect, my master's teachings must have some similarities: In order to find out how to form a formation, I studied countless books on Nangong Mountain, but after more than half a year, I couldn't figure it out. Nothing was gained. Fortunately, Master and the old man scolded me, and then I sketched out the first battle in my life."
"Master said, it's obviously not the right way to follow the cat and the tiger like me. If you just look at the shape again, I'm afraid you'll be blinded without understanding the true meaning. It's better to follow the person who wrote the book and compare yourself to the person who wrote the book. The one who writes the book, if he studies it slowly, he will definitely gain something."
"For the art of formation, the difficulty lies in the beginning. If you say that the time it takes to improve one point can change the spring and autumn, then the initial formation of the formation may have to be abandoned. I would like to ask the master to give you a few words. , in the first year alone, I formed the first formation."
Liu Qing caught a glimpse of Yun Zhong thinking, so he added a few words, "Junior brother, why don't you compare yourself to a sword wielder when practicing swordsmanship, but instead transform yourself into the long sword in your hand, stabbing and stabbing , can naturally generate countless spirits.”
The young man's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Seeing that Liu Qing was a little hairy, she stumbled and said, "Well, junior brother, should we hurry up first? Senior brother has been on an empty stomach all the way, how about we eat dry food and then set off on the road first?"
Hearing what his senior said, Yun Zhong put aside his thoughts about sword practice, scratched his head, and ran to the carriage tent to get some dry food and water, and sent them to his senior.
After Yun Zhong ate the pear, he felt full in his stomach, so he thought about how to use the equipment in the carriage to set up on the hillside and catch a hare with fat head and legs for his senior brother to replenish his body. Liu Qing knew this and went straight to the mountain.
"This little junior brother is much better than the second junior brother. He can understand right from wrong, understand people's feelings, and practice extremely hard. It can be said that the master has such a disciple, which is a blessing for the Nangong Mountain Sect." Liu Qing looked at him happily. The young man who was busy on the hillside muttered to himself, but then he frowned, "But knowing all kinds of things at such a young age is not necessarily a good thing. Maybe it is due to the loss of relatives at a young age, and too much sadness in the body. If we settle down in the mountains and are imprisoned in the mountains all day, wouldn’t the years spent wearing bright clothes and angry horses have been wasted in vain?”
"Why don't you look for a wife with a lively personality for your junior brother?" As soon as these words came out, Liu Qing laughed dumbly and shook her head repeatedly, "It would be best to take junior brother down the mountain to wander around more, to see the local customs and travel around. Playing in mountains and rivers, maybe this young temper can be brought back slowly, there is no rush."
Liu Qing stood up and walked in the direction of the young man, pointing his toes, just in time to pass through the countless pieces of gold-like wild chrysanthemums that were beaten into a mess after the rain.
The distant sky is as clear as jasper, except for the two whites in the mountains, there is only a piece of broken goose yellow, as if there are thousands of gold scattered in the mountains.
The mountains are gold, jade and green, and the water is clear and flat.
Even if there is money pouring into the sky, it is difficult to exchange for a corner of the country.
There are hundreds of beautiful scenery in the mountains and rivers, even if they are lying among the maples.
Senior Brother Nangongshan bowed down the mountain for no reason.
The autumn wind sends the remaining souls away thousands of miles away.
"This afternoon, my disciple came up with a new dish, called Xiaoyu Tuan Lotus Seed Soup, and asked Master to try it."
Behind Nangong Mountain, a fat man in black robes with a gray face came out of the house, holding a bowl of soup as black as carbon in his hand, his body trembling like a tidal wave, and he stumbled to the main hall.
So Wu Shuang, who was sitting in the main hall, his eyelids slowly twitched along with his second apprentice's fat body.
"Second brother, let me tell you what you want. Although I know your thoughts, I really find it difficult to open my mouth for your craftsmanship. Let alone take a bite. Even if I look at it, I will feel that this thing is not for you. How do you, the master, eat food that is eaten by humans?"
In these days, Wu Shuang has indeed lost a lot of weight, and even his face has become thinner; not because of the serious injuries he suffered a while ago, but because his second apprentice holds the kitchen in his hands, and the meals he eats every day are all strange and strange. It's hard to swallow.
When he was extremely hungry, Wu Shuang had no choice but to go to Nangong Mountain to catch two fat rabbits. At this state, although he had been able to live without food for many days, Wu Shuang still felt empty in his stomach and felt unhappy.
As soon as the fat man heard this, his face immediately fell. He held the soup and said miserably, "Master, my disciple ran to the back very early in the morning. It took a lot of effort to mix several kinds of medicinal materials into a ball, and then put it in the soup. Inside, although it looks bleak, the taste is very good. If master doesn't believe it, just drink a bowl now."
As he spoke, the man poured the bowl of black paste into his mouth, wiped his mouth and said, "Master, take a look, the taste is really wonderful. If you want to have a bowl, I will go and get another one right away." A new bowl of soup for you to try."
Wu Shuang looked at the remaining black soup between his two disciples' lips and teeth, and immediately wanted to kill this evil disciple with a sword.
"Speaking of which, your senior brother should have arrived at the border of Yizhang by now. I wonder how your junior apprentice is doing with his sword training. I thought he would abandon his young apprentice to the caravan on the way. With his temperament, he had to keep me in his heart. The scolding is worse than bullshit." Wu Shuang shook her head, feeling helpless.
Counting the third disciple at the bottom of the mountain, among the few in the mountain sect, I am afraid that only the eldest Liu Qing can be regarded as decent, the second is a quick-thinking thief, and the third is a master who fights with others all day long. I really hope that my fourth disciple will be the same. He is like a senior brother, but in the end, this kid is very sharp-tongued.
Looking at his second disciple's still expectant expression, Wu Shuang sighed slowly.
"If you two don't go back to the top of the mountain, I'm afraid you will only be able to see Master's ranking when you come." The master of Nangong Mountain, who is usually known as the swordsman, took out a broken copper coin from his pocket. Very emotional.
Fortunately, he didn't die outside the mountain gate this time.
So the eldest brother can still fight, the second child can still make weird meals, the third child can still read books at the foot of the mountain to refresh his energy, and the fourth child can still curse fat people.
In the solid nest, all the eggs are gone, which is a great thing.
