"If you want to listen to the next story, you have to practice the Yinji True God Sword Art before you can listen." Yue Xianxian interrupted, knowing that Wu Changkong had already fallen into this story and was unable to extricate himself.
Yue Xianxian and Ning Yanye's eyes met. "I'm tired too. Let's tell the story next time!"
"No! I want to hear it now."
"You can listen if you want. Then you go and practice these sword techniques, and I will naturally continue to talk." Ning Yiye said.
Wu Changkong knew that this was their plan, and he didn't want to hear it at first. Someone must have come to the rescue just like in the novels in the books, but then he thought about it and it must be different! Otherwise, why aren't they making excuses now? Don't speak! He thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll go practice."
It was already midnight, but Kunlun looked like day. Thousands of stars in the sky, like canopies and brocade clothes, rendered the dark green sky beautiful.
Wu Changkong got up and opened the door without feeling sleepy, but he didn't feel cold either. He looked at the white land, the colorful jade trees and the red jade that contrasted with the Juqi tree. This red, white, green and other colors are intertwined, as if you are in a fairyland.
Unexpected. I never imagined that I would come to Kunlun. This majestic tower stands in the northwest land and has many myths and legends written by literati. For example, it is said in the Hai Nei Bei Jing of Shan Hai Jing that the Queen Mother of the West has a hoopoe on her stairs, and there are three blue birds in the south, which feed the Queen Mother of the West. In Kunlun Xubei.
I think of what Master Lu Guangyuan said today. To cultivate one's self, one must start with desire, emotion, and temper. The three major inertias need to be corrected little by little.
Wu Changkong went straight back to his room, took out his sword and started practicing outside. Think in your mind: "Point the sword, relax your wrist, then bend your wrist and lift it up, put your strength on the tip of the sword, pass the Qi from the waist, shoulders and wrist to the wrist, relax your wrist lightly to build up strength, bend your elbow slightly and lift it up, but your shoulders must sink. .”
When stabbing the sword, the sword tip should be thrust in the same direction, straight towards the opponent, the arm should not be bent but stretched, and the hand and the sword should be in a straight line. The point of force must be that the spine of the sword corresponds to the tip of the sword in a straight line. The strength of the waist and shoulders should be penetrated into the arm. Use the strength of the waist to bend the elbow and the angle of the arm from large to small, and then stab the target with the tip of the sword.
Practice these 24 key points for sword handling over and over again. From point, stab, split, lift, wipe, hang, belt, pattern, hold, frame, cut, draw, pierce, catch, hold, hold, sweep, cut, block, cut, turn, dance, cloud, fly.
A woman's voice came from behind, "It's useless for you to practice like this, it's a death sword. Rely on sword techniques and sword moves!"
Wu Changkong was sweating profusely. When he turned around, he saw that it was Lu Ziran, the daughter of Lu Guangyuan, and thought to himself: "Uncle Lu is such a genius in martial arts, why did he give this girl such a name, Lu Ziran?"
Although he was thinking about it in his mind, Lu Ziran heard his voice. He did not retort, but said: "Natural is my Taoist name, Ziran Daoju. My name is Lu Yulin, and the word is pronounced slowly."
Wu Changkong originally thought that she would retort like Yue Xianxian and hold on to his pigtails, or call him stupid.
"Yulin Ling, the miserable Yulin of Han Chan."
"Yes!" Lu Yulin looked at him.
"I also like the poems of Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian of the Song Dynasty. Everyone knew his poems at that time! My favorite is that section. Passionate since ancient times, it hurts to leave. It is even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up tonight? Yangliu Bank The dawn wind is waning and the moon is waning. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them." Wu Changkong recited a paragraph proudly.
"But I like the first part, the chilly cicadas are sad, facing the pavilion at night, the rain has begun to stop, the Dumen tent is drinking without a trace, the place of nostalgia, Lanzhou urges the hair, holding hands and looking at each other's tears, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles away, mist, mist at dusk Deep and clear, the sky is vast." But it has a different flavor! People and scenery, scenery and objects are all like being in a painting. Nothing is better than this in parting! Parting is for a better reunion. "Lu Yulin has a personal opinion on this.
Wu Changkong knew that he couldn't explain it, and he couldn't understand the so-called personal opinion, so he had to change his words, "What are the two words for your cousin's "slow"?"
Lu Yulin smiled and no longer argued with him, still smiling: "It's a slow voice, looking for it. A slow voice."
"I know this is a poem by Li Qingzhao and Li Yian from the Song Dynasty. Searching and searching, it is deserted and clear, miserable and miserable. It is most difficult to take a breath when the warmth is still cold. Three cups and two glasses of light wine can't defeat the wind coming late at night! Wild goose I have passed by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can I be alone in the dark! The sycamore trees are drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time for the first time , how is the word "sorrow" so important? It was memorized like the endless river. Wu Changkong was very proud after reciting it!
Lu Yulin applauded her from the side. At this time, the two of them were sitting on the stone steps. Lu Yulin held her chin and watched him recite.
Lu Yulin didn't expect that he also understood poetry: "It is the slow and slow voice of searching and searching, deserted, miserable and sad."
"This matter is lonely, lonely, sad, and unstable. Why does Master Lu speak slowly to you?"
"Life has always been lonely. From the time you were born and even after you marry and have children, looking at the whole world, you are lonely. I think it is loneliness, sadness, and emotions that show that we are born as human beings, not as domestic animals. , we have an independent thinking mind, and our dignity is the biggest difference from those four-legged flat-haired animals. We have various emotions, can control emotions, desires and get rid of bad habits, have goals and pursuits, Have faith and have faith.”
Wu Changkong did not expect that Kunlun Saint Lu Yulin was different from the other two. He felt that he could learn a lot of new insights from talking to her.
"You can read lips. You heard what I just said." Wu Changkong was a little embarrassed and lowered his head.
"Not only can I read lips, but the key point is that I heard your voice like a mosquito or a fly. What makes me think you have a trace of something is the look on your face when you look at the eldest sister. The eldest sister I'm talking about is Ning Yanye."
"He is your eldest sister, a blood relative."
"That's right! Let me tell you this! Head Yue is my uncle, and his sister is my mother. Ning Zhigu's sister is married to Head Yue, and my father's sister is married to Ning Zhigu antiquity."
"I understand! By the way, why haven't you rested yet?"
"Same as you! I'm a night owl."
"Then can you tell me the story that Senior Sister Ning hasn't finished yet? I want to know if she was abolished in the end." Wu Changkong suddenly thought that the story was not finished yet.
"I want to hear that story! You have to practice your swordsmanship well. I'm very surprised why you are so interested in her. Do you like her?" Lu Yulin stared at him.
Wu Changkong blushed: "No, how dare I like senior sister! I grew up in a greenhouse. Some people say that I am the flower and plant in the family. I don't have many contacts with girls, and she is a goddess. I am mediocre. People can only look at it from afar!"
"They say you're stupid, but I think you're really good at making excuses!" Lu Yulin deliberately changed the subject and didn't tell Ning Ye's story later.
Wu Changkong couldn't react and thought she really said he was cunning! "I'm a little impatient. I'm not a fox. How can I quibble?"
It was funny to see his face turning red and arguing with himself. I also remembered that day my sister-in-law scolded him for building a wall of dung, but he actually used the dung to build the wall. I find it even more funny.
"I know I'm stupid. It's a legacy. My father took the provincial examination nine times. My father said in front of people outside who didn't understand that he took the exam nine times to deceive those who didn't understand the imperial examination. It only happened once every three years. As for the chance to take the exam, he actually took the exam nine times, and it took him twenty-seven years to become a successful scholar. He and I are the same, we can't even practice sword practice well, and now I can't even turn a sword flower on my wrist."
"But you passed the exam after just one try. I don't think you are stupid."
"That's me!...!" Wu Changkong was puzzled.
