During dinner in the evening, Song Yushan couldn't help but share his discovery of cleaning skills with his senior sister.
Qin Yuan imagined the brutal scene of the perfection level cleaning technique cleaning the human body described by his junior sister, and shuddered:
"Junior sister, your brain is worthy of being someone who can even read formation books!"
"..." Song Yushan smiled: "Senior Sister, do you want to say that Junior Sister is as cunning as a sieve?"
"Uh..." Qin Yuan remembered his previous description and smiled awkwardly: "How can that be possible? Junior sister is as careful as hair and extremely smart."
Song Yushan chuckled: "Hahaha, senior sister is really good at praising people."
"You little girl! Looking for a fight!" Qin Yuan clenched his fists.
"How about doing some exercise after dinner?" Song Yushan reached out and fiddled with the hosta in her hair.
Qin Yuan: "..."
When Xiaocheng-level swordsmanship and Perfection-level stick skills fight, the result can be imagined.
Song Yushan didn't even take the initiative to attack. He only used his stick to deflect the sword thrust by his senior sister.
"Junior sister! Your stick skills are too fast!" Qin Yuan complained endlessly.
It was already dark, so it was not as clear as daylight.
In this case, the junior sister's stick cannot be seen at all.
No matter what angle or method she attacks from, the junior sister's stick can block her attack route in time and push her sword away.
The jade stick was as hard as gold and stone, and it was also a magical weapon. Even her Seven-Star Sword could not leave a trace on the junior sister's stick.
Qin Yuan was just playing with his junior sister at first, but later he became more and more frightened.
Gradually, he couldn't bear to stand the swordsmanship that kept him suppressed.
He began to seriously look for ways to break through the junior sister's defense. His sword power became stronger and stronger, and his sword moves became more and more perfect.
Song Yushan saw that her senior sister's swordsmanship seemed to be growing rapidly in each confrontation, and she was afraid that she was about to break through, so he focused on feeding her with moves.
The sun sets, the moon rises, and the stars are dotted.
Qin Yuan's steps were slightly wrong, and he stabbed with a sword. Before he could get close, stars seemed to come out of the sword's edge.
Song Yushan looked happy and swung his stick to disperse the sword energy.
She wiped the sweat from her face and said with a happy face: "Congratulations, senior sister!"
Qin Yuan was also very tired and sweating like rain.
She later realized that her junior sister was giving her tricks. Even though she was very tired, she still persisted, and now she finally broke through!
She hugged her junior sister excitedly: "Hahahahaha~ I have perfected my swordsmanship!"
The hearty laughter echoed throughout the mountains and fields.
Birds in Cuiping Mountain: It’s dark! Not letting anyone sleep!
Song Yushan was held and rocked by the excited senior sister, and it took a while before she escaped from her clutches.
"Congratulations, senior sister. With sword energy, the power of swordsmanship is unparalleled."
Qin Yuan smiled and thanked her: "Thank you, junior sister, for giving me the tricks! I am now much more confident in practicing swordsmanship to perfection!"
Song Yushan curled her fingers slightly, made a secret, and gently brushed the senior sister's body, taking away the smelly sweat from her body: "The moon is out, it's time to go back to practice! I will practice Lingbo Weibu tomorrow!"
I changed my hands and used a cleansing technique on myself again. The sticky feeling disappeared and I felt refreshed.
Qin Yuan: "..."
Did you become so familiar with the cleaning technique in just one afternoon?
Damn it, she was tricked by her junior sister again.
Song Yushan walked quickly back to Qichi Courtyard. She couldn't live up to the bright moonlight. She used one merit assistance time, and the strong power of the moonlight poured down, and was refined bit by bit by the moon wheel in her Dantian into her own true energy, filling her heart. Entering twenty-seven cyclones.
*
The next morning, Song Yushan and Qin Yuan met at the gate of the temple without even having breakfast.
The excitement of yesterday's advancement has not faded, and Qin Yuan's enthusiasm for practicing martial arts is unprecedentedly high: "Junior sister, tell me, how to practice?"
She hadn't even had time to watch "Lingbo Weibu" and was still confused about how to practice, so she planned to follow her junior sister first.
When she thought of the "Introduction to Formation", she was extremely convinced of her junior sister's learning ability.
Song Yushan took out two piles of sandbags from the Qiankun bag: pointing to one of them, he said, "This is yours."
"What is this?" Qin Yuan was confused.
“If you want to get started with Lingbo Weibu, you have to work hard and fast.
Using infuriating energy to assist is the next best thing, you must first lay the foundation.
This is the foundation product I made yesterday afternoon. "
Song Yushan said and showed her a demonstration, then tied the two smallest sandbags to her legs: "That's it. You can add the rest later when you get used to it."
Qin Yuan understood: "Is this to increase the weight?"
Song Yushan nodded: "Come on! Put on your clothes and climb the mountain together!"
Qin Yuan also tied two sandbags and put the rest in the Qiankun bag.
The two ran down the mountain one after the other. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they climbed up again.
Qin Yuan, who was originally out of breath while going up and down the mountain, started to out of breath as soon as he went back and forth.
Then the second round trip, three round trips...
The two of them ran back and forth five times in total, and they stopped when their legs could no longer move a step.
So tired that it was difficult to even cross the threshold of the gate. Song Yushan and Qin Yuan sat slumped outside the gate without any image, one on the left and the other on the right. With a ball of Qi in their hands, they pinched each other's legs and massaged them.
"Junior sister, the pain of martial arts is really not something ordinary people can endure!"
Qin Yuan, who prides himself on being able to endure hardships, couldn't help but feel his scalp numb when he heard that this kind of practice was just the beginning. He had to wear leggings behind the pile of sandbags. After a few stress-free trips up and down the mountain, he was considered qualified.
"Think of walking on leaves, crossing the river with a reed, thinking of being as light as a swallow, flying high and high!"
While Song Yushan was persuading his senior sister, he was also motivating himself.
"Learn! You must learn! You can save the ferry fare. A standing ticket costs ten coppers!" Qin Yuan has been worried about the ferry fare for a long time.
When it comes to saving money, she is no longer tired: "Junior sister, do you feel better? How many more times can we climb?"
"That's enough, that's enough. It's not advisable to overdo it for the first time. Just get used to it and then you can do it step by step." Song Yushan said quickly.
"From now on, I will practice for an hour every morning and evening. Senior sister, you should also read the martial arts book "Lingbo Weibu" as soon as possible.
The main thing is to remember the flow of Qi in the book.
Later, when our leg strength is almost complete, we will start to supplement it with Qi exercises, and then we can get started in one fell swoop. "
Song Yushan found the secret book of "Lingbo Weibu" from the Qiankun bag and handed it to his senior sister.
She has already read this book, and she has also copied down the important flow of Qi.
"Got it!" Qin Yuan took the book and put it into the Qiankun bag.
The passion faded and she was relieved that she didn't have to practice in the morning.
If she really had to run a few more times, she really didn't know if she could hold on.
It's okay, okay, I only suffer for two hours every day.
The sandbag was very heavy and uncomfortable to tie. When she was about to take it off, Song Yushan held her hand down.
"Sister, from today onwards, until Ling Bowei steps in front of the door, the sandbags are not allowed to be taken off."
Qin Yuan: "..."
Practicing martial arts is so hard!
