"Avalokitesvara" Feng Di turned out from behind the tree and looked at the place where Guo Chuanlin disappeared, not without resentment. Li Yizhu let out a long sigh and explained: "Junior sister, things have been going on for so many years, why are you suffering..."
Feng Di smiled miserably, pointed his finger at his chest, and said: "It has been so many years, and it has been repeated for so many years. Every day, every night, every moment is a lingering torture. How can I not cry? Senior brother, I know you are doing it for my own good, but if you are really doing it for my own good, don’t protect the remnants of the Qingcheng Sect!”
Li Yizhu felt a chill in his heart and shook his head: "Master introduced him to the door. This son is of great importance and cannot be lost."
Feng Di sneered and said: "The stakes are so important that we can't let anything go wrong. It just falls on Qin Rong. Senior brother, I came to Luoyan Peak this time to report something important to the leader. Since I have met you, I might as well find out everything first. Maybe You haven’t heard—”
Li Yizhu said in a deep voice: "Junior sister, please speak."
As if the ashes of death were resurrected, Feng Di's eyes were filled with blazing flames, and his voice was raised a little, and he said: "The demons are coming, Jiaguan has fallen, the monks are guarding the line of the Heng River in Geling, and they are in a stalemate. The envoy favors luck, so let's stop." I have found a disciple with extraordinary qualifications. I love him like a treasure. In order to be safe, I have brought him back to the fairy city."
Li Yizhu was shocked when he heard this. The Huashan Sect adheres to the lineage of master and apprentice and only accepts one disciple every ten years. It is not an exception. The envoy originally took a fancy to Qin Rong and gave her pills to help her recuperate her energy and blood. Now suddenly What should I do if I change my mind and choose another disciple, Qin Rong?
Feng Di seemed to be aggrieved for his niece, and sighed: "When we set out, the envoy sent a message with a flying sword, telling Qin Rong that there was no need to wait any longer, and ordered her to choose another way. If we meet again in the future, we should give her a chance. "
Li Yizhu asked: "Where is the Flying Sword Book?"
Feng Di took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Li Yizhu, and said, "The envoy's monogram is correct. You can read it yourself."
Li Yizhu carefully unfolded the letter and said a few words. Just as Feng Di said, Li Xiyi's monogram is very distinctive, with circles and bars, like several sharp swords piercing raindrops, and does not look like a fake. The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Falling from the clouds to the mortal world is probably Qin Rong's fate. Can she bear it calmly? Li Yizhu shook his head, handed the letter back to his junior sister, and said solemnly: "I have wronged her."
Feng Di disapproved and said: "There is nothing to be wronged about. Without the Huashan Sect, there is still the Huashan Sect, without Jian Xiu as the master, and with my aunt here, how can she be wronged!"
Li Yizhu believed that what his junior sister said was true and not out of anger. However, immortals were as different as clouds and mud. If there was a chance to enter the immortal city to practice, even being a maid would be a great blessing. Without him, nourished by the spiritual energy of the immortal city, his longevity would be out of thin air. There is a lot more, compared to the hurried decades in the world, many people have broken their heads and cannot get it, and they are disappointed.
Feng Di said: "I, the founder of the Huashan sect, have been practicing swordsmanship for fifty years. Once she became enlightened and became an immortal, since she can enter the Dharma Eyes of the Supreme Envoy, she is gifted and destined to be immortal. Who knows that Qin Rong can't become one?" The second person?"
Li Yizhu glanced at her, with mixed emotions. Although the junior sister was talking about Qin Rong, how could she not be herself? Her heart was as high as the sky, and her life was as thin as paper. If it hadn't been for that disaster, where would she have gone? The young girl who was once stunningly talented and graceful has become a resentful woman with an eccentric temperament. God's will can only play tricks on people like this.
Feng Di said coldly: "Now that Qin Rong has given up on his apprenticeship and cut off the worldly ties, it has become a joke. What qualifications do the remnants of the Qingcheng Sect have to stay in Luoyan Peak?"
Li Yizhu shook his head and said: "The master personally promised him to join the Huashan sect, how could he break his promise! What's more, Qin Rong treated him..."
Feng Di raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly: "Nonsense! This is absolutely not the case!"
Li Yizhu secretly sighed, this was Feng Di's inverse scale, which could never be touched. He said no more, "Feijian is sending a letter. This is a serious matter. Junior sister had better report it to the master as soon as possible. Don't miss it." event."
Feng Di took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, nodded slightly, and turned around and left.
Li Yizhu hesitated again and again, and couldn't help but make a pointer, saying distantly: "My disciple is successful in practicing the 'Sorrowful Wind Whirling Sword'..."
Feng Di suddenly stopped, his clothes were rustling in the mountain wind, and he heard his senior brother's voice whispering: "By chance, he took the strange fruit from Guijianchou. Master said this thing is special." It's rare, it has the effect of cutting hair and washing marrow, reborn. After taking it, ordinary people will have strong muscles and bones, strong strength." The last eight characters were clearly sent to her ears, Feng Di's heartbeat slowed down for half a beat, and the sad wind whirling sword's The origin was not unfamiliar to her, and her senior brother deliberately reminded her, which obviously meant something.
A burst of anger welled up in her heart, and she snorted coldly: "It turns out that in the eyes of senior brother, I am so unbearable!" After that, she waved her sleeves and left.
Li Yizhu looked at her graceful and tall figure disappearing into the depths of the mountain forest, and thought to himself: "Right now, junior sister can still steadily dominate him. If Zhu Yin Guo is as effective as the master said, it will only take a year and a half." , Guo Chuanlin will be invincible. Hey, how many people in the Huashan sect have truly seen the power of the Sad Wind Whirling Sword!"
He was deep in thought, and returned to the mountainside courtyard with his hands behind his back. He called Guo Chuanlin, and Zheng'er Ba Jing instructed him to practice the Sad Wind Whirlwind Sword and no longer let it go. From that day on, Guo Chuanlin not only went to Hanli Spring to fetch water every day, and continued to strengthen his muscles and body, but also practiced sword practice for two hours in the morning and evening.
He chose the location for sword practice next to Hanli Spring, where he circled a strange-shaped Podocarpus tree, holding a thick-backed hatchet as heavy as a door panel, spinning in circles like a top.
Li Yizhu asked him to turn more than ten times in a row with each breath. The route should be a straight line, like the line played by an ink fountain, without any deviation. The so-called "take from the straight, seek from the curve", these six words It captures the essence of the tragic wind whirling sword technique. The master led him in. Cultivation depends on oneself. Guo Chuanlin's physical body was strong enough and he didn't feel any discomfort like dizziness. However, his left foot stepped on his right foot, his right foot stumbled over his left foot, and he stumbled. He couldn't grasp the direction at all. This time he almost rushed out of the cliff and fell into the abyss.
The most difficult part of the Sad Wind Whirlwind Sword is to control the movement of the whirlwind, forward, backward, left and right, near and far, high and low, just like using the fingers with an arm.
Guo Chuanlin thought about it for a while and came up with a workaround. He found a rope, tied one end high on the treetop, and tied the other loosely around his waist. He used the thick-backed hatchet to drive his body to rotate rapidly, and the pine branches suddenly It bends and straightens, and is full of toughness. It can advance and retreat within a radius of ten feet. With a place to draw strength, it can move a thousand pounds four or two without losing control.
Li Yizhu came to Hanliquan several times and watched his apprentice practice swordplay from a distance. He nodded secretly. He was not reckless and knew how to be flexible. This is how he practices martial arts and how he should behave in the world. At the same time, he felt a little disappointed in his heart. Guo Chuanlin's progress was rapid, far beyond his expectation. Could it be that in this "Sorrowful Wind Whirlwind Sword", his attainments would actually surpass his own? Li Yizhu has always thought of himself very highly. He never thought that someone could suddenly rise up like Luoyan Peak, Songhui Peak, and Xiaozi Peak, three of them, overlooking the peaks of Huashan Mountain.
The seasons are passing by, and the years are passing by. Guo Chuanlin finally threw away the rope tied around his waist, alternately used his feet as fulcrums, rotated his body, and freely drew straight lines one after another, whirling like the wind, and rushing forward like the wind. People know how much sweat he has put into all this. Li Yizhu saw that he had practiced the Bei Feng Whirlwind Sword to the point of "getting from the straight line", so he went a step further and instructed him to practice "seeking from the tune".
