Feng Yi came back to his senses and hesitated: "Well... I haven't... I haven't fought before..."
On one side, Ling Xiaoyun was feeling the sunshine, closing his eyes to rest. After listening to Feng Yi's unflattering words, he smiled slightly sarcastically on the other side:
"Hehehe, you stinky guy, your face-saving skills are still top-notch, you haven't fought against Dugu Yi before!
Hahaha Xiaoyu, don’t listen to your master’s nonsense. He fought against Dugu Yi, and he used the Tianyuan Four Sons Sword that he wants to teach you, and his Finger-Flicking Sanshou Kung Fu. As for the specific results, you have to ask Ask him! Hahaha....."
Ling Xiaoyun's hearty laughter was a bit harsh and heartbreaking in Feng Yi's ears.
Feng Yi didn't care about his reputation as a sloppy person, but he cared about the honorific title given to them as the Four Elites in the world, and he had always been proud of it.
"Master?" Xiao Yu stood up straight, not daring to move rashly, but somewhat curious about the outcome of the competition between his master and the legendary sword master Dugu Yi.
Feng Yi raised his hand slightly, waved it, curled his lips and said, "Okay, okay, I competed with him once, and I only lost a few moves..." While talking about a few moves, Feng Yi Yi's eyes were a little dazed, not hiding.
Xiao Yu saw her master's embarrassed look and knew he was lying, so she was too embarrassed to ask any more questions.
After hearing this, Ling Xiaoyun frowned and curled his lips and said: "I don't know who said it, but I didn't get ten moves under Dugu Yi. Haha, I only lost a few moves. If I count carefully, it's really a few moves, hahaha." .....”
Hearing this, Feng Yi rolled his eyes at Ling Xiaoyun who was lying on the stone floor basking in the sun, frowned and said: "Hey, old man, you are sincerely giving me a hard time today, right? Do you still want to play chess with me in the future? Besides, Well, I was young and energetic at that time, and I challenged him without being proficient in swordsmanship. But now,
It’s not certain who will lose or win! "
When Ling Xiaoyun saw Feng Yi teasing him with his chess words, he couldn't help but smile again and muttered: "Yes, yes, you teach, you continue to teach!"
Xiaoyu raised the corner of her mouth slightly, knowing that Feng Yi didn't care about his skinny image but wanted to save face. He felt in his heart that among the four heroes in the world, only his living treasure master, himself, was the most interesting.
"Hey, Master, it hurts...I won't laugh!" Xiaoyu was hit with another stick unexpectedly. She said she didn't want to smile, but her smile couldn't be restrained, so she had to be clever and ask: "Master, you The old man is very powerful. Didn’t you say that there are three famous swordsman masters in the world? You said that there are Jin Zong
Zhang Zhiwen, there is also the Sword Master Dugu Yi, so of course the other one is you, right? Zhang Zhiwen ranked third, and you, the old man, naturally ranked second, awesome! Awesome, my master! "
After listening to Xiao Yu's compliments, Feng Yi happily put away the bamboo stick in his hand and said with a smile: "You are smart, my Tianyuan Four Sons Sword, if I am not your master, I am telling you a lie, it must be ranked No. 1 two."
Hearing this, Xiao Yu secretly thought to herself that Feng Yi's reputation in the world was not low. If she learned his Tianyuan Four Sons Sword, she would definitely be able to improve her swordsmanship. This master would be worthy of her.
It's just the rules of the world. If you learn from a teacher, if you don't have a teacher's name, you are not allowed to make a second move. Fortunately, his original master followed the old man's example and became an old ruffian and didn't care about these red tapes. Otherwise, he would no longer be able to worship Feng Yi as his master. However, after becoming a master of Feng Yi, his identity as Xiaoyu became that of a chess master.
The second Kuang disciple should not learn more from other people’s skills.
Although the chess fanatic doesn't want to lose face and is extremely slovenly, he still wants to show off his ability to save face. He is not low in ability, so he deserves it.
Xiaoyu knew that Feng Yi's swordsmanship was powerful, but he didn't know that his Eighteen Styles of the Broken Sword was actually the incomplete copy of the 'Cloud Sword Jue' created by the sword master Dugu Yi back then.
He originally taught his master Yuan San the swordsmanship he learned from the cliffs of Jueling Peak. This set of swordsmanship is actually the original model of the 'Cloud Sword Technique' carved on the stone wall when Dugu Yi learned the sword at Jueling Peak, using the eighteen mountain roads of Jueling Mountain as a model. I haven’t given life to this set of sword skills yet.
Name, the sword technique was not complete, so Yuan San saw it by chance and knew that the sword technique was exquisite, so he copied it all, but felt that it was incomplete. His own skills were low and could not make up for the rest of the moves. It was named "Eighteen Styles of Broken Sword".
When Yuan San handed the transcript to Xiao Yu, he himself only learned six movements. The other twelve movements were all learned by Xiao Yu himself.
After traveling around the world, Xiaoyu's ability far surpassed that of his first master, Yuan San.
...
"Okay, it's been almost half an hour. Change your posture and continue practicing." Feng Yi warned Xiaoyu as he saw Xiaoyu standing blankly.
Xiaoyu said "Oh" and stood in the basic sword posture of "Backhand Sword Posture".
Seeing this, Feng Yi raised his hand and struck another blow with the stick, scolding: "You brat, you are too clever. With your hands hanging down like this in the Sword Style, are you trying to be lazy? Change to the Sky Pointing Style!"
Xiaoyu wanted to take the opportunity to be lazy, but Feng Yi saw it, so he had to stand there and muttered:
"Master, my arms are weak, can we take a rest?"
Feng Yi curled his lips and said:
"No! Master, I stood in the same position for a whole day. How long have you been here? Stop trying to be clever, or I will beat you with bruises all over your body!
You have no stamina like this, how can you practice internal strength, stand upright, and practice the basic sword postures first, then practice the less laborious ones, don't even think about being lazy! ! . "
Xiao Yu frowned and greeted Feng Yi's ancestors in her mind, secretly saying that she couldn't curse with her mouth, but it was okay to curse in her heart to relieve her anger.
As Feng Yi spoke, he waved the three-foot-long bamboo stick in his hand and said to Xiao Yu: "Look, I will show you all the sword styles of the Tianyuan Four Sons Sword first. I will show you one by one in a few days." Teach you."
"Tian Yuan Si Zi Sword, there are nine styles in total, each style has nine moves, and each move has three variations. Look carefully and see how many you can memorize this time." Feng Yi began to draw sword moves.
"The first style, the Pingyue style, starts with the word 'Yue' in the 'Ping' area of the chessboard, and the nine moves are 'Exploring the Mountain' and 'Fenghua'..."
"Second Form, Thousand Forms..."
"The third form, remove the form..."
...
"The ninth form, Tianyuan form, the nine moves in order are 'Step on', 'Kong Wang' and 'Strike Cloud'..."
Feng Yi was mumbling sword-style sword moves, and the bamboos under his hands moved faster and faster, sometimes like dragons and snakes dancing, sometimes like phoenixes mingling in the sky, sometimes like the breeze passing by.
The entire Tianyuan Four Sons sword technique was completed in one go. After the fight, he stood proudly on one side. His clothes were ragged and slightly funny, but his aura of pride was outstanding.
"Okay, I have rehearsed all the sword moves of the Tianyuan Four Swords for you. How many of them have you remembered? You are familiar with every position on the chessboard. You should be very familiar with the names of the moves of this set of swordsmanship. It’s easy to understand!” Feng Yi asked Xiao Yu.
"Master, my hands are sore! Can you..." Xiao Yu asked Feng Yi with a grimace and a frown.
Feng Yi scolded: "No, I asked you how many moves you have memorized!! I don't want you to rest!!"
Xiaoyu is talented and intelligent. He originally had a very high level of understanding, but he was just too lazy to practice his internal strength. He found it boring and not interesting to learn the changes in sword techniques, so he was too lazy to practice his internal strength. The bone-shaping and disguising technique is also an extremely consuming martial art. Xiaoyu is unwilling to practice boringly, which has also caused Xiaoyu to study hard over the years.
After that, he could only bend his bones to become a face like 'Ji Ruge'.
After Xiaoyu watched Feng Yi practice the complicated Tianyuan Four Sons Sword, he had already memorized about 50% of it. If he was asked to practice it directly, he would definitely be able to practice it at 40%.
But at this time, Feng Yi wanted to train his endurance and not let him move, so he had to reply: "About 50%!"
"Yes, it's already very good. A person as talented as my teacher only learned 30% of what he learned back then!... At a glance, you learned five...five" Feng Yi said proudly After Na Na finished speaking, he realized that what Xiao Yu said was 50%. He looked at Xiao Yu in surprise and asked: "What!!! You said you remembered
How many percent did you live there? "
"Fifty percent." Xiaoyu replied.
"Fifty percent??? Real or fake?" Feng Yi asked.
"Really..." Xiaoyu replied.
"Come on, stop standing and show me how many times you dance. You are talking big words at a young age. Master, it took me exactly three months to learn 50% of it!!!" Feng Yi cursed angrily. , I couldn’t believe that this kid had memorized 50% of the sword moves after just one look.
Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He quickly relaxed his hand that was holding the sword to perform basic sword moves and sat down on the stone pier where he was. His hands were so sore that he shook them a few times.
Feng Yi saw this and cursed: "Get up and practice for me! Otherwise I will beat you!!"
"Come on, don't worry, old man. My arm is numb. I'll dance for you as soon as I take a break." Xiao Yu hurriedly replied, fearing that the stick in his hand would fall off again.
