"Let's go to the sword style class in the afternoon," Mei Ruoling said.
Fu Zhu's eyes fell on the ball of paper, "Is this what is written on the paper?"
"That's right." Mei Ruoling nodded sharply and said, "The sword style class is in pairs. I thought of you first. Are you touched?"
Fu Zhu looked at her suspiciously, "Is there no other reason?"
Mei Ruoling took back the paper ball and gestured with her fingers in the air, "A little bit."
Although she passed the examination of the Fuchen Sword Sect, she only passed by and her swordsmanship was too poor. Yue Xin, Su Xi, and Qi Qin's swordsmanship were much better, and she didn't want to humiliate herself.
As for other unfamiliar people, Mei Ruoling didn't even want to form a team together.
As for Fu Zhu, her swordsmanship is a little worse than hers. If she forms a team with her, she doesn't have to worry about holding others back, and she won't have any psychological burden.
Fu Zhu crossed her chest with her hands and stared at Mei Ruoling without blinking. She touched her face and asked, "What's wrong?"
The green bamboo sword struck the ground a few times, and it sounded quite rhythmic. The girl's voice rang through it, "Okay."
Fu Zhu's ideas were very different from Mei Ruoling's. Among all the people, they were the only two who were weaker and could barely survive.
Mei Ruoling's round face showed joy, and she patted the girl on the shoulder, "That's it, it's settled!"
With Fu Zhu around, she would be second to last at most.
The master who teaches the sword style class is a Nascent Soul monk. He wears gray gauze clothes, his gray hair is tied with an ordinary vine hairpin, he is short and powerful, and his expression is serious.
His eyes were as sharp as the cold wind, sweeping over the faces of the new disciples, and said calmly: "My name is Wei Feng, and I am your swordsman master."
It was quiet, and a sporadic smile flashed in Wei Feng's eyes before he said his second sentence, "There will be black iron swords distributed uniformly in the sword style class, so you don't have to bring your own swords to class in the future."
"Now find a place to put the sword."
A look of confusion flashed across Fu Zhu's little face. She had just seen the pile of black iron swords. They weighed several kilograms at least. She definitely couldn't lift them.
But Master Wei asked her to put the sword away again. Should she put it down now, or not?
Fu Zhu's hesitation fell into Wei Feng's eyes. He frowned slightly and walked up to the girl. "Everyone has gone to release their swords. Why don't you move?"
Fu Zhu said honestly: "I can't hold the Black Iron Sword."
The girl's voice was calm and she was just stating a fact without any intention of defending herself.
Wei Feng frowned even more when he heard this. He looked up and down on the girl and saw that she had a thin figure and slender wrists. She really looked like a helpless person, but she couldn't even lift a sword. How did she get recruited? of?
Thinking of this, Wei Feng asked: "Which elder accepted you in?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhu knew what he meant, and said truthfully: "Elder Xi Huizi and Elder Xuan Zhen."
It was Xi Huizi and Xuan Zhen, so there would be no problem. Wei Feng looked slightly relaxed, stretched out his right hand, grabbed it in the air, and a Xuan Iron Sword fell into his hand.
"Try it." Wei Feng handed the sword to the girl.
Fu Zhu put the green bamboo sword on the ground and stretched out her hands to catch it. Wei Feng looked at her movements with gloomy eyes, but said nothing.
There was laughter in the ears, and the girl was seen struggling to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands. The veins on her wrists were exposed, and most of the Black Iron Sword's blade was close to the ground.
Fu Zhu listened to the mocking sound in his ears, his face slightly angry.
She had never been so embarrassed.
"How can someone be so weak that he can't even pick up a sword?"
"Isn't this good? Someone is at the bottom."
"That's right. If we don't learn well, we will definitely not be the first ones to be punished."
"She is so weak, she couldn't have come in through the back door, right?"
"Well...if she really came in through the back door, will we be resented if we say this about her?"
"Hey, Su Xi, I remember that you and she are from the same hometown. Please tell us if she has a back door!"
The young man clenched his fists and his face turned red, "No."
Su Xi said: "She got in based on her own talent."
Whether it was in the Ye family courtyard where she taught her swordsmanship, or on the floating moon platform where she completed all the sword moves in the jade tablet, the girl's outstanding talent in swordsmanship was demonstrated.
Su Xi's original intention was to defend Fu Zhu, but she didn't expect that her words would arouse even more unbridled ridicule from everyone, "Have you heard, she got in because of her talent."
"Hum, if you ask me, if you can't even hold a sword, why should you practice swordsmanship? Just go home early."
"If I were her, I wouldn't have the shame to take sword classes."
"Hey, you can't say that. At least her face is pretty! It looks pleasing to the eye!"
A female voice sarcastically said: "Swordsmanship is not about looks. No matter how beautiful you are, what's the use? It's just a vase. Strength is the most important thing."
As soon as this statement came out, most of the people agreed and followed, while only a few people disagreed.
Who says beauty is not important anymore? Of course, it would be even more perfect if strength and beauty coexist.
Wei Feng listened to the gossip in his ears and glanced around with arrogant and angry eyes before everyone quickly fell silent.
Fu Zhu listened to all the sounds, but his brows were very calm, as if everyone was talking about someone other than him. He still held the hilt of the sword and tried hard to pull the sword up.
Wei Feng saw that there was a thin layer of sweat on the girl's forehead, but she still insisted on holding the hilt of the sword, and was not affected by the criticism from others, so her face looked a little better.
The character is acceptable.
Even if I can't hold the sword now, it's not too bad.
In addition to practicing the sword, sword cultivation also requires cultivating the mind.
Wei Feng said in a calm voice: "Okay, let it go."
"In future classes, you can use your own green bamboo sword, but you have to stay an extra hour after class. When can you pick up the black iron sword and when will it end."
Fu Zhu responded obediently: "Okay, Mr. Wei."
Even if he didn't say it, he would still practice it.
The girl has a good attitude, so Wei Feng is naturally more tolerant of her.
Mei Ruoling came close to Fu Zhu and whispered: "I was scared to death. I heard that Master Wei was very strict. I thought he would scold you."
"You didn't take what they said just to heart, did you?"
Fu Zhu said: "What they say is not true, what should I do with my heart?"
She always heard words about being powerful.
And her swordsmanship is really great! It's useless if others say it's not great.
Mei Ruoling looked at Fu Zhu with a confused expression. She really felt that everyone said she was weak, wasn't it true?
Fortunately, she was worried that she would feel uncomfortable after hearing these words, but her worries about feelings were unfounded.
Fu Zhu patted Mei Ruoling's arm and said earnestly: "Practice your sword well. Compared with everyone else, your swordsmanship is still far behind."
The corners of Mei Ruoling's mouth twitched slightly.
Wei Feng taught everyone the sword style once, and everyone started practicing on their own.
He patrolled back and forth among the people, occasionally correcting the posture of holding the sword and drawing it out. But when he saw the talisman beads, his brows were furrowed and he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Wei Feng suppressed the weirdness in his heart and his eyes fell on the hand of the round-faced girl beside her.
Mei Ruoling was a little nervous being stared at, her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to do next.
(End of chapter)
