The wooden pile suddenly exploded in the middle of the school grounds. What was even more amazing was that the sections of the broken wooden block followed the white marks where the sword blade had passed just now, and there were no signs of being cracked by brute force.
"This sword is called Spring Mountain Bamboo Surge. It was passed down to me by others in the early years. It is supplemented by the Shanshui Sword-raising Technique that I gave you. It can be regarded as a wonderful skill." The man in yellow shirt held the long sword in front of him. .
When Lin Manliu heard these words, he knew that today he would learn how to use Spring Mangosteen Surge, so he respectfully raised his hands to the man in yellow shirt and said, "I hope you will give me some advice, senior."
Then I saw the man in the yellow shirt holding his sword on the ground with his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand joined together to make a sword. He stood half a foot in front of him, looked at the boy in the short shirt and shouted: "Raise the sword."
After hearing the news, the Spring Window Butterfly immediately unsheathed itself and appeared in front of Lin Manliu in the shape of a sword. She silently recalled the Qi-nurturing method that the man in the yellow shirt had given her. As the man in the yellow shirt combined his two fingers and moved them in the air, the boy The green dagger in his hand also moved accordingly.
"The mountain breeze is gentle in spring, and the green bamboos are swaying." The two fingers moved with the sound by twisting the wrist, and fluttered gracefully in front of the man in the yellow shirt, as if the green bamboos in the mountains were swaying slightly in the wind.
The young man twisted his wrist and raised his sword, and a touch of green appeared in front of the young man in a short shirt. At first, he swung the sword slowly and softly. As he repeated it over and over again to feel the sword intention brought by the two fingers together, Lin Manliu gradually let the spring window butterfly rise and fall gracefully in his hands faster and faster, and finally in The young man held up a green sword flower in front of his body, which looked like the green bamboo swaying in the gentle spring breeze. It was very beautiful.
"When you drink the wind in the forest, waves surge in waves." The two-fingered sword flower that was originally graceful and charming suddenly became fierce in its waving movements. The whole body of the man in yellow shirt suddenly felt like a strong wind, and his two fingers broke through the wind as he walked here, and there were waves of waves that split the air. sound.
Lin Manliu just paused for a moment, then swung his sword more than ten times on the school field. It was completely different from the sword he had learned before. The sword was completely different from Huanglong. At this time, he could only hear the trembling sound coming from the sword from time to time. The movement of the sword Wherever the trembling sound went, his figure became swift and sharp. The same was true for the Spring Window Butterfly in his hand. A posture of wide opening and closing appeared on the young man. The young man in short shirt trembled from the sword. If you listen carefully to the sound, think about it, and feel it, you will be able to understand the close connection between the Shanshui Sword-raising Technique and the secondary sword moves you have learned.
The opening chapter of "Sword Raising Art" tells the story of spring, one of the four seasons, and the sword moves I am watching now are in line with the spirit of spring that the method emphasizes. The man in the yellow shirt who was making a sword with his fingers saw the young man in the short shirt practicing the sword and cast an approving look.
Then he said to the young man in the short shirt in front of him: "I will pass on the sword to you first. You can try to match the sword-making peak sword style learned by your master. You can compete with me in the future to see how effective you are."
"Boy got it".
"I won't leave you to continue drinking tea and go back to practice hard. You first deal with the caravan affairs and the letters to be sent home. If you are trustworthy, you can leave them to me," the man in yellow shirt said after thinking for a moment.
"Then thank you very much..." Lin Manliu wanted to continue to express his thanks, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the man in yellow shirt in front of him.
"Don't thank me in a hurry. Since you are here to welcome the village for your master, there will be something to do on the opening day. Young talents from all over will be invited to compete on the day. You also need to play, but they are just juniors, so don't worry." .
"I don't know how strong these juniors are. I have only been practicing swordsmanship for two months, and I only have the brute strength to do farm work." The young man in a short shirt looked a little embarrassed.
This time it was not the man in yellow who answered, but Yue Hanzhi who sat aside and said nothing: "It must be a new disciple of the Jianghu sect in the south of the Yangtze River or some people in the mountains and grass. It won't be a problem if you go all out. ".
"As this girl said, you don't have to worry. It's just a competition, and the world knows very little about your master's name. It won't be shameful to lose." The man in yellow shirt clapped his hands and said with a smile, but secretly smiled secretly and prepared to pay attention. If you dare to embarrass Eleven, don't have time to travel around in the mountains and rivers according to my sword-raising skills.
Lin Manliu nodded in response to the consolation, and looked awkwardly at the woman in blue clothes and hat sitting beside the rock. Seeing that Yue Hanzhi had no intention of getting up, he could only look at the man in yellow clothes and said, "That boy was leaving before he left." So I first asked my seniors for some pen and ink to write letters to my family."
"It's okay, follow me to the dianjiangtai. There will be written letters there. Just tell me what you want to say. I'm sending it to your master to guarantee that you are safe in the village."
"More seniors..." The young man in a short shirt thought that his handwriting was a little ugly, and he might not know how to write some words. It would be much better if he thought about it.
Yue Hanzhi did not follow the two people who went to the general stand, but casually glanced at the place where the two were standing just now, as if recollecting the scene of the two people competing just now.
"Tell me what you want to send home." The man in yellow shirt sat behind the table and had already taken out his pen and ink and put it on the desk.
The young man in a short shirt paced back and forth on the edge of the guardrail of the platform. After thinking for a while, he probably came up with the beginning and started speaking.
"Master, I have sent a letter to my disciples written by my senior today. Although the journey has been difficult and dangerous, I have lived up to Master's trust. Now I need to prepare for the wedding. I hope Master will talk to my parents. I will definitely rush back to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible... ...." Lin Manliu thought as he looked to the west sky. It seemed that he would be able to look west again and see the small Phoenix City in the southwest with just a few more minutes.
After hearing this, the man in yellow shirt wrote in the book like flying: "Master inspired me, Brother Ye will write this family letter for my disciples today. The journey was difficult and dangerous. Although I received Brother Ye's advice and experience after entering Hangzhou, my disciples passed it on. I have made further progress in my swordsmanship. Now I still need to stay in the villa for a while. I hope my master will talk to my parents and I will definitely rush back to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible..."
The young man in a short shirt who was walking by the railing and looking into the distance naturally didn't know that the letter he wanted to send home had been slightly modified by the man in the yellow shirt. After Lin Manliu finished talking about what he had experienced these days and what he wanted to do with his parents, , after what Master wanted to say, he turned to look at the man in yellow shirt who had just stopped writing, clasped his fists and said: "Although Master made arrangements in advance, in the days from entering Hangzhou to now, Manliu has thanked my senior for all these kindnesses."
The man in the yellow shirt closed the written letter and put it in his sleeve. He waved his hand and said to the young man in the short shirt in front of him: "Since you are your master's disciple, you will be a member of our villa from now on. How can your family be so humble?" , there are still a few days of sword fighting at the banker. Although we people are not much older than you, we can't do anything, and we have to rely on you."
After Lin Manliu nodded in agreement, he said goodbye and turned around to leave with Yue Hanzhi. After returning to the inn, he only talked about his staying in Hangzhou with the shopkeepers. There was not much comfort or persuasion, whether it was The caravan man or the caravan steward seemed to have developed a sense of awe for the young boy in front of him because of his experiences along the way, and could not interfere too much with his stay.
In the following days, the boy in the short shirt still stayed in the inn, but in the early morning, Chong Ying drove outside the door and waited for Lin Manliu and Yue Hanzhi to go to the house to "drink tea" with the man in the yellow shirt.
