Arriving at the martial arts training ground, Sheng Fei'er stood on the sidelines looking around, and heard Qin Hanchuan say to her: "Fei'er, remember to watch my mother's steps!" Sheng Fei'er nodded happily.
Qin Hanchuan held the slender hilt of the Tears-folding Sword and spoke to Sheng Xuanyuan: "The old rule is that you can only use your skills to swing the sword, and you are not allowed to use magic. I only use two stamina."
Sheng Xuanyuan knew that not using magic was not a restriction on himself, but on her, so he responded: "Yes."
As soon as he said it, before he finished speaking, the tear-folding sword stabbed at him with a red light. He stepped forward, raised his sword to block it, and immediately turned around to deflect Qin Hanchuan's sword thrusts one after another. The two successes mentioned by Qin Hanchuan still made Sheng Xuanyuan feel oppressive. He kept blocking her thrusts with the sword. He felt that his movements were getting faster and faster, and the force of his sword swings was getting stronger and stronger. Her moves were blocked by her. He could only barely keep up with her rhythm and block her.
Sheng Xuanyuan has been fighting with this sister-in-law since he was a child, and every time he is at a complete disadvantage like now. Let alone winning, he has never been able to keep up with her speed and win all her swords. .
"Too slow! The strength is too small!" Qin Hanchuan shouted coldly, "Use true energy to transport the sword, not brute force!"
The two swords collided and bounced away with a "clang", then collided again and bounced away. Sheng Xuanyuan controlled the rhythm of his breathing, looking for the feeling of vibrating the sword, as if the sword and himself were one, breathing luck together.
With the harsh sound of "Dang——", he gritted his teeth, took half a step back, and turned the sword to stab his side. Sheng Xuanyuan wanted to think, but the opponent's sword was too fast and he couldn't think about it at all. , acting entirely on the instinct of the body.
Different from the "fast" he usually sees, Su Ye's sword is also very fast, but his speed is just speed, and the path of the sword can be blocked. Unlike Qin Hanchuan, her "fast" comes from crushing her from beginning to end. Pressure, momentum, cultivation, and sword intent are all extremely powerful.
There was a faint red light lingering around the blade of the Zhe Tears sword, and the sword energy was compelling. After Sheng Xuanyuan deflected the sword, he couldn't control his steps and staggered two steps. Qin Hanchuan saw this and sheathed the sword and struck with a palm. He hurriedly faced this move. The palm was shaken several feet away.
"Cough!" Sheng Xuanyuan inserted Cheng Ying into the ground to control his body. His palms stung, and his chest was affected by her internal energy. He knew that he had lost. Qin Hanchuan came in steps and shouted: "Get up and keep swinging your sword!"
Seeing her rushing up, he hurriedly pulled Cheng Ying out of the crack in the stone, gritted his teeth and stabbed at her. The green light on Cheng Ying's sword intertwined, and the tear-breaking blade flicked away and connected with the half-cut. Qin Hanchuan saw that he finally There is a tendency to fight back and burst into tears. "Ding! Stop!" He shouted with ease, and after standing up from the ground, his figure floated forward, as if he was falling behind. Somehow, seeing Qin Hanchuan's footwork, a slender green shadow appeared in Sheng Xuanyuan's mind. The footwork she usually used when practicing swordsmanship was like mist and wind, erratic and turbulent. How did she do it?
The footwork of her feet was intertwined. Sheng Xuanyuan received a heavy blow from her. His wrist trembled violently. He had no time to block the next sword, so he could only retreat quickly. He was still stabbed in the arm. The clothes on his upper arm were The skin was scratched and blood spattered instantly.
He frowned, used his inner strength to seal the wound to stop the bleeding, and shouted: "Continue."
Increase the circulation of the true energy, merge them into the limbs, and then gather them on the Chengying Sword. The body of the Chengying Sword emerges with some ink color, intersects with the green light, and then cuts towards Qin Hanchuan. Seeing the change in his footwork, her expression condensed slightly, and she held the sword straight upward, facing Sheng Xuanyuan's sword energy and stabbing it, shattering the green light.
"A little progress, but still too slow!" There was a bit of dissatisfaction in her eyes, and she stabbed him with the long sword. When she was about to hit him, she turned her wrist and replaced it with the hilt of the sword. Sheng Xuanyuan was hit in the forearm by her, Chengying Sword took off his hand and fell to the ground with a bang.
Qin Hanchuan sheathed his sword and saw him crouching down, gasping for breath, with beads of sweat falling from his forehead, and said, "Take a break and bandage the wound before talking."
"No! Come again!" Sheng Xuanyuan stood up and opened his right palm wide. The true energy in his palm overflowed and green light flowed, as if breaking through a door that had been imprisoned for a long time. The Shadow-bearing Sword fell on the stone platform. It actually moved, and then flew back to his hand. Qin Hanchuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then continue." After rushing forward, there was another burst of sword light and human figures intersecting. If the two swords had not been dyed into different colors under the stimulation of the two people's true energy, I really can't tell who is dancing the sword shadow.
Sheng Xuanyuan was knocked back several meters by her sword energy. His breathing was so heavy that he could no longer hear any more sounds. "Let's stop here first." Qin Hanchuan saw that he couldn't even lift the sword. , said lightly. He raised his head, his lungs stinging, "...again."
Qin Hanchuan had already put the tears back into her sheath and looked at him with a smile: "Xiao Xuanyuan, this is the first time that you have stubbornly come back so many times after losing."
The cold wind poured into his lungs, like needles sticking into his lungs. Sheng Xuanyuan clenched the Shadow Bearing Sword tightly, but he no longer had the strength to step forward: "...Sister-in-law, why...you all want me to become stronger." ?”
……What is the use?
Qin Hanchuan was startled, and raised her crimson lips: "Yeah, what's the use?" She held the tear-folding sword, "I know you have been disgusted with hard work since you were a child, but because of your extraordinary talent, you are... With the fate of killing evil, everyone around you has high hopes for you. I also hope that you can become strong enough to protect all the people you want to protect."
"Let me ask you, if the earth evil spirits and ghost evil spirits under Bai Feng break away from the suppression, the world will suffer, and your family's life will not be saved. Will you still ask me these words at that time?"
"You will only hate your own powerlessness and start to regret, but you can't do anything." Qin Hanchuan's clear eyes contained complexity and sadness: "I don't want you to be like this one day."
Sheng Xuanyuan circulated the few true energy in his body, stood up straight and looked at Qin Hanchuan. He retorted and wanted to say what the world had to do with him. Just the thought appeared in his mind and he tore it apart. .
During the long time since he left Bai Feng, he had seen the human world, and those things were already related to him.
Qin Hanchuan turned around and waved his hand, "Go back to rest and adjust your condition. I will find time to compete with you in a few days." After that, he left and went to find Sheng Feier who disappeared not long after watching their competition.
This child's cultivation level has improved a bit compared to before he left home, but it is indeed much slower based on the previous growth rate. Qin Hanchuan thought to himself, but his movement skills were much faster, where did he learn these half-assed footwork... The competition just now seemed to have finally helped him break through the realm, from "Condensing Qi" to "Controlling Objects" Okay, it can be said that everything comes naturally after the true energy is overflowing.
She said she only used 20% of her power, but actually she used 30% to 40%.
The first time he saw Sheng Xuanyuan, Qin Hanchuan saw that his soul was incomplete and thought that the tenacity of his spiritual consciousness would not have much impact, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Sheng Xuanyuan stayed there for a long time before he regained his composure. He put away his sword and returned to Jingxuan Pavilion. He took out gauze and ointment to heal his wounds. He took a pill that strengthened his body and strengthened his body, then he sat down on the bed and calmed down. , run the exercises, and soon enter samadhi.
*
When Qin Hanchuan found Fei'er, he saw a puppy wearing a big red flower on its head and a female doll clapping her hands and laughing, hiding and chasing each other.
"Aniang! Aniang! Dog!" Sheng Feier pointed at the shrunken tail and called.
Tai Wei was miserable. Although he didn't know who it was, he still glanced at her as if asking for help. His eyes were filled with grievances: Help me, help me, save me, save me, save me, please take care of her!
Sheng Zijing was not interested in raising pets, so Qin Hanchuan easily guessed that this was Sheng Xuanyuan's puppy. She chuckled and pulled Fei'er away, "Fei'er, this is your uncle's pet. The dog is now I’m very afraid of you, and my uncle is busy practicing, so let’s go see the dog another day, okay?”
Sheng Feier didn't understand why Taili didn't like her, so she shook her head sadly, then looked at the puppy far away from her, and nodded again.
Taiwei remembered Qin Hanchuan and expressed his great gratitude to her.
*
Above Bai Feng, the days passed day by day.
Repetitive, boring, or even boring. When practicing, Sheng Xuanyuan concentrated and would not let himself be distracted. His heart was empty, with nothing, let alone remembering her. Only when he was resting after practicing the exercises could he remember the person he wanted to see, and his eyes would soften and become gentle. He would take advantage of a short nap to put the sound-storing conch next to his ear and listen to the melodious song she sang for him. After resting, he would put the conch back into the cabinet, open the door and leave.
The Chinese New Year has no special meaning for Sheng Xuanyuan. It's just that he can see his father and eldest brother whom he hasn't seen for a long time, and occasionally meet a few cousins from the sidelines. He still has to make up for the practice that he left behind that day.
On New Year's Eve, all the relatives of the Sheng family and related families came to have a dinner. Sheng Xuanyuan was not used to crowded situations, and he could not easily chat with his siblings of the same age. He just sat quietly aside, thinking that when the time was over, he would leave and go back to Jingxuan Pavilion to practice.
He saw his father not far away talking with the elders of the clan. His father seemed to notice him, looked at him twice and then looked away.
"Xiao Jing! I heard that you won the first place in the martial arts competition in Yize! What, there are many powerful people in other sects and tribes, right?" His cousin walked up to him and sat down.
"That's right! It's a pity that I didn't make it. Come on, my cousin doesn't want to talk to us." His cousin covered her mouth behind him and laughed.
Sheng Xuanyuan moved his lips and shook his head stiffly: "...No."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. "Hey, your cousin doesn't like to talk. He's always been like this...don't bother him." The man was pulled away. Sheng Xuanyuan heard their whispered conversation about their temper. Oh no, don’t put your hot face on your cold butt...
He got up and left the hall, heading towards Jingxuan Pavilion.
There is a person sitting in the courtyard, Sheng Zijing. He suffers from an ear disease that makes it difficult for him to go to noisy places, and he never goes to such places. Sheng Xuanyuan looked at the back of his second brother and thought of what his cousin had whispered just now. Except for the good character of the eldest brother Xuanyao, the two brothers in this family have exactly the same weird temperament!
He didn't want to disturb Sheng Zijing's peace, so he returned to his room silently.
He picked up the sound conch and put it to his ear, and heard the clear and spiritual song she sang for him, muttering to himself, "Qiong Yi..."
"I……"
"Miss you……"
