Qian Yin inadvertently raised his eyes and saw Yun Zhong holding the duckweed alone in a daze, pacing lightly for two steps, touching the latter with his elbow, and jokingly said, "Junior brother, don't look at the fine Gufanghe. Look at what these ordinary duckweeds are doing. If you look for a random pond, you will find endless duckweeds, but you won’t find many solitary lotuses.”
Yun Zhong scratched his head, "No matter how beautiful the lotus is, it must be set off by the plain duckweeds around it. I don't know why, but I just like to see the continuous patches of duckweed in the pond. Although it has no roots, its growth is very gratifying."
Qian Yin was surprised, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "This is quite reasonable. Duckweed has no roots and is allowed to flow, but duckweed is often seen most often. Although lotus and lotus are beautiful, they are not as good as duckweed." Thousands of prosperous things. The same is true for those who venture into the world. Most of them leave their homes and travel thousands of miles away. They wear hundreds of pairs of shoes under their feet, and their martial arts skills increase step by step."
The young man put the duckweed back into the water with a calm smile on his face, "What the senior brother said is that when the junior brother's home is in Shangqi, there are often duckweeds from unknown sources in the ditch in front of the door. When playing in the water, you can always see duckweeds on the water. It flows with the flow, not knowing where it is going. It is vast and vast. Although it has no roots, it is still happy and carefree."
"Want to go home and take a look?" the fat alchemist who had become much thinner said slyly, patted the young man's shoulder, and said seriously, "It is true that junior brother has been away from home for a year, so he will inevitably miss his family and childhood friends. , wait until the master is resolved, don't forget to tell him, after all, you have enough means to protect yourself now, it's only right to go back to your hometown to visit."
The young man shook his head and laughed, "Senior brother, I don't know. I don't have any relatives at home. Only my father is away all year round and only comes home for a few days during the New Year. My childhood friends are old enough to go out to make a living. Maybe a few of them have already married. Girl, even if I go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you more often. It's hard to hang out with each passing year."
The young man clearly had a faint smile on his face, but in Qian Yin's eyes, it was as sparse as the clouds in summer.
If you are young and don’t add new words, how can you talk about sorrow on top of sorrow?
"It is said that a person must have a thought in his life. Now that he has finally reached the second level, why are he suddenly dejected?" The second senior brother made a serious face and pointed to the jade duckweed on the water. "The duckweed has no roots, but at least it is mature." Team up, doesn’t the junior brother also have a senior brother and a master? Let’s not mention it before you get started, but after you get started, Nangong Mountain will be your root. Besides, there is no one at home for a while, don’t you still have your father? Even if it is broken If the house collapses, it is also the root. I remember to look at it from time to time, that’s right.”
"Duckweed is carefree and easy to live with. You can learn from it. You can't learn from having no roots or attachments."
The young man saw that his second senior brother had rarely put on a solemn expression, so the cloud light became a bit thicker. He nodded vigorously, lowered his head and said, "Senior brother has unprecedented teachings, and junior brother must keep it in mind."
Before Qian Yin could feel at ease to accept the flattery, he realized the pitfalls in the young man's words. He pointed his finger at the young man's forehead without any courtesy, and it actually made a muffled sound. Then he laughed heartily and said, "No wonder Master Always knocking people on the forehead, this feeling is indeed very comfortable." Ignoring Yun Zhong's resentful look, who was covering his forehead, he opened his sleeves, swayed, and then enjoyed the lotus and the wind without delay.
The lotus leaves are fragrant, the wind is calm, the grass is luxuriant, and the grasshoppers are safe. The heat coming from all directions makes the water vapor in the lotus pond disappear, making it even more refreshing and smooth.
"Let's take a break. I don't think it's better for you two to start fighting. How about summarizing what you have learned recently?" Qian Yin was lying on his side and said out of boredom, which immediately caused the two of them to complain. Yun Zhong was better, Zhao Ziyang had recently learned He really didn't want to see swords and guns: Senior brother Liu Qing would walk to the door of the house with his hands behind his back during the fourth and fifth watch all day long, knock on the door several times, and call him up to practice with guns. He would stand there for several hours and make several gun moves. At every hour of the day, except for the meal time, it seemed that Zhao Ziyang was holding a spear in both hands, grinding it to pieces, and no longer wanted to practice spearing at such times.
"It's not that junior brother doesn't want to practice the gun. It's just that I didn't bring it with me when I went down the mountain. Now that I go back to the mountain to get it, it will waste my time. How about we wait until we get back to the mountain to practice the gun. It won't be too late." Zhao Ziyang is so shrewd. As soon as he got his goal right, he came up with an idea and said to the second senior brother with a smile on his face.
Unexpectedly, Qian Yin just raised his eyelids slightly, pointed at the package beside him, "I know you are careful, and you didn't forget to hide your gun before leaving. Don't worry, senior brother will bring you another gun." Although the iron spear is bigger than the sword at Bu Yun's waist, it is still solid and solid, so just use it."
Zhao Ziyang's originally full of flattering smile collapsed in an instant. He looked at Yun Zhong with a sad face and sighed deeply, "Little junior brother, be gentler later. I haven't accumulated enough inner energy to break through the second realm. At most, I am half." This second realm cannot withstand your out-of-body sword energy."
The young man grinned and said, "Come on, junior brother, this little bit of weight is for nothing."
Not long after, in front of the lotus pond there was a spear blowing into the wind.
Although he has suffered a lot, his hard work has not been in vain. Zhao Ziyang's current gun skills have caught the eyes of others. Even if he is not as good as those who have made a big name in the world, it has already begun to take shape, and his gun road is unparalleled. Not to mention, the edges between the edges are much more rounded and not as stiff as before.
There is a saying in the world that it takes ten years to make a sword and a hundred years to make a gun. This is not to say that practicing spears is harder than practicing swordsmanship, but compared with swords and swords, marksmanship requires more hard work every day; unlike sword intention, the strength of the spear depends almost entirely on whether the moves are proficient and smooth. When a spear is thrust out, You can then tell how much effort this person has put in and how many times his palms have been worn.
Zhao Ziyang's spear style this time was able to barely keep up with Yunzhong's Kuai Sword without resorting to Xiao Sheng Lian's footwork. Even though it was still a bit difficult now, he could at least hold the long sword an inch outside his face and parry one after another.
Yun Zhong has been practicing Liushui Sword Art a lot lately. One of the moves is called Tuo Li, which involves stabbing with the tip of the sword. It is extremely unpredictable and extremely difficult to take over. However, the killing move is not here. Push up the hilt of the sword with your left palm and flatten the entire sword body to injure the enemy.
It's like reaching into a pool of water and gently holding a swimming carp. The artistic conception is very good, but the murderous intention is deep, and the action is very dangerous.
Zhao Ziyang almost suffered a loss when he took the attack. Fortunately, Yun Zhong withdrew his sword in time and did not hurt his third senior brother. He praised softly, "Senior brother, the spearman has traveled a thousand miles. In just these few months, his spearmanship has improved." It’s already hard to see, and given time, I’m afraid it’s my junior brother who won’t be able to keep up with the moves.”
"If it weren't for your gentle words this time, I would have thought you were flattering me on purpose," Zhao Ziyang exhaled a deep breath, frowned and looked at the gun in his palm, and hesitated for a long time before speaking, "Recently, I always feel that the head of the gun is unstable and trembles from time to time. But I changed my gun today, and I don’t feel it at all. It should be a good thing, but I always feel like something is missing.”
"What's the difference in severity?" the young man asked tentatively.
"That's not true." Zhao Ziyang sat down cross-legged and put the gun on his shoulder. "The head of my gun was shaking. If I didn't exert any force, it seemed that the head of the gun could get out of the momentum of a dragon and a snake. I don't know how smart it is when I shoot a gun now. How much, it seems like it should be like this, but I can never grasp the moment of enlightenment."
"How comfortable it would be if I could rely on my own ability to pull off such a spear move."
Yun Zhong suddenly laughed to himself, "It's like being on the top of a mountain and plummeting thousands of miles?"
Zhao Ziyang opened his clothes and smiled endlessly, "Yes, it's like a fucking catastrophe."
