I am the leader of the capital

In some dark courtyards, the rain on the stone slabs reflects a few candlelights. I don’t know whether it’s the flickering candlelights or the ripples on the water surface. The reflections in the water are flickering and dimming. Outside the courtyard is a forest, and the dark blue mist floats in the rain.

The girl in white was holding a white paper umbrella printed with light yellow flowers and stood quietly in the center of the courtyard. The rainwater flowed through the umbrella and formed a curtain, so the girl in white was more soft and secluded.

Just now, Yun Musheng was worried that Yun Qianyu's clothes would get wet from the rain, so he took an umbrella that was leaning against the door of the next room and threw it out of the window. It must have been the personal belongings brought by the military officials.

Xiao Mishu stood under the crudely protruding eaves, quietly looking at the cold figure in the center of the courtyard, originally wanted to go forward, but retreated under the eaves after feeling a certain breath, and slowly closed his eyes, thinking Scenes from the time when he practiced swords since he was a child emerged, not because he was emotional before the war, but because he didn't realize the terrifying aura under the appearance of this cold girl who was praised by Yun Musheng until now.

When I was very young, my grandfather, who retreated to the back mountain and devoted himself to practice, discovered his talent in kendo, so he often let himself go to the back mountain to practice kung fu. However, he had never touched a sword before he was ten years old, and he was always practicing some basic skills. At the age of ten, my grandfather began to teach me how to practice epee.

The swordsmanship handed down from generation to generation by the Xiao family is called Xiao Xiao Luoye, which is an extremely light and chilling swordsmanship. After the swordsmanship is mastered, the whole person strikes like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. It looks soothing and weak, but its murderous intent is restrained, just like its own weapon. Although soft as a belt, it is a real murder weapon.

As for why you need to practice heavy swords, according to the old man, it is to lift weights as lightly as possible. No matter how complicated the skills are, you can’t escape the word light and heavy. The methods and routines are all in your weight, whether they are complicated and delicate or open and closed, you can easily find out the method to deal with them.

Mingxi trembled slightly, it was an extremely thin soft sword, and it swayed with the slightest wind. The people watching the battle upstairs saw the silence below, although they were very puzzled, but they didn't make a sound, guess it should be Xiao Mi I have some insights before the tactical battle.

At some point, Xiao Mishu's forehead was covered with sweat. On Yun Qianyu, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The indifferent, persistent white umbrella with yellow flowers on it stood on the rainy night. There is a vague and simple aura about the girl.

I remember that my grandfather once praised himself: "Xiao Mi, your talent in swordsmanship is the best. Unless there is a natural sword fairy in this world, 50 years from now, the world's swordsmanship will be Xiao Mi One's way of swordsmanship."

At that time, I also asked what is a natural sword fairy, and what my grandfather said was: "I can't tell. I was curious about it before, but I never had an answer. I visited famous mountains and met many famous seniors. Most of these seniors Said that according to the inheritance of the sect, the natural sword fairy should be a person who is born with the two charms of mountains and rivers."

In a rainy night, the old man brought his grandson, whom the family placed high hopes on, to a relic in the barren mountain, and told the story of the dilapidated mountain gate. When he returned, the old man saw the broken tripod in the heavy rain , after watching it for a long time, said quietly:
"Did you see the half-sided cauldron that fell to the ground? If I understand correctly, it is the breath of a natural sword fairy. When the rain washes down, it looks like the piece of broken copper is as soft as it has been plated with water. But you can see through the water the hardness and thickness inside."

Outside the dilapidated mountain gate, the young man stared blankly for a long time, carefully comprehending the so-called two rhymes of mountains and rivers, and the old man taught faintly beside him:

"If one day I really see the sword fairy born that day, remember, winning or losing is not important, the indomitable heart cannot be shaken, you can lose, but the heart must be as firm as a rock, those with mediocre talents can surpass each and become the proud A generation of masters, you are extremely talented and have been cultivated by your family, what can you do? As long as you are tenacious, even sword immortals must bow to you, and you must firmly believe that hard work can make up for talent to a certain extent."

The young man lowered his eyes and pondered quietly for a while, the old man did not urge him, and finally the young man turned his head and said: "Grandpa taught that grandson may not be the smartest person in the world, but he must have the most perseverance."

The old man nodded in relief, holding the dim oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and the other hand behind his back. It rained all day, and the mountain road was a bit muddy and difficult to walk. On the way back, the old man thought over and over again and said to his grandson next to him. : "I'm not worried about your talent, and I'm not worried about whether you will work hard to cultivate. What I worry about is your sword heart.

Martial artists with low talent spend their entire lives working hard, and they have seen many people with better talent than themselves, so as long as they go far on the road of martial arts, most of them are more tenacious; Singing all the way is unstoppable, but your growth is all due to hard work above talent.

Once you see a sword cultivator who is more talented than you, and you are easily defeated by him, you may be broken in an instant, ranging from self-doubt, depression, and living in the shadow of others for the rest of your life; Insane.

There is never a shortage of wonderful young talents who became famous all over the world when they were young, and there is never a shortage of decadent people who fail after a competition; the higher the talent, the faster the advancement, but the easier it is for one Destroyed by talent, mediocre people practice martial arts, and geniuses practice mind.

When encountering an enemy, the more talented you are, the more you should treat him as a whetstone. Remember, it is a whetstone, not a stumbling block. If you directly regard him as a stumbling block, and his talent surpasses yours, you may Never get over this roadblock.But the whetstone is different, it doesn't matter if he is stronger or weaker than you, he is just your partner, just your whetstone, use his talent to sharpen your sword, as long as you don't die, your sword will always grow stronger The sharper it is. "

Under the rain curtain, Xiao Mishu slowly opened his eyes, and the boys and girls upstairs all jumped down, huddled in the corner of the eaves far away from Xiao Mishu, while Yun Musheng and Han Difu ran into the stables , grabbed a piece of hay, jumped onto the railing and put it under his buttocks, swaying his legs to watch Yun Qianyu in the yard alone in the rain, and Xiao Mishu slowly adjusting his breath.

They are all martial arts practitioners. When everyone saw Xiao Mishu adjusting his breath to the most suitable state, they knew that a little discussion had turned into a real competition without knowing it. Asked in a low voice who would win, Yun Musheng whispered that Xiao Mishu must lose, and looked at Yun Qianyu after speaking, just as the woman in white turned her head to look over, Yun Musheng smiled, and the cold woman in white nodded slightly.

"Hey, Dizi, do you know what Qian Yu and I exchanged just now?"

The yard was a little dark, and the horse behind him was chewing the hay unhurriedly. The handsome young man was a little confused, and said casually, "What communication?"

"I knew you couldn't think of it." The handsome young man looked arrogant, and then said: "I just glanced at Qianyu, and she immediately looked over. This is called a tacit understanding. I smiled at her, she I just knew that I asked her to keep her hand for a while and practice with her, this is called Yiddiaotong, and together it means a tacit understanding."

Han Difu tilted his head, his face full of surprise: "Really? Such a tacit understanding?"

"That is, we have known each other since we were young. We have a good relationship. Qian Yu is very smart and treats me very well..."

In the middle of the courtyard, under the umbrella that no one could see, the cold woman raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Snapped……"

The water under the eaves was heavy, and a foot wearing black boots fell gently but firmly. Xiao Mishu took the first step. There were not many rules for each piece of stone slabs, and there was water flowing between the gaps. It's not big, but it quickly gathered together on the boy's face and fell from his chin.

Xiao Mishu, who was dressed in black, exhaled deeply. His battle is very important and has nothing to do with winning or losing.

The girl in front of her may be the legendary natural sword fairy. At first glance, she is as cold as water, soft and soft, but after a closer look, she exudes a simple and heavy aura in her bones. When the girl who was as cold as autumn water finally saw her as an opponent, she could only see a sharp long sword pressed between her eyebrows, as if she was overestimating what she could do by herself, and she just didn't know what to do.

The boy murmured to himself: "Mediocre people practice martial arts, geniuses practice mind."

Twelve steps.

Eleven steps.

Ten steps.

The young man holding a soft long sword quietly looked at the white and delicate chin exposed under the eaves of the umbrella. He did not stop at his feet. It condensed into droplets of water, and quickly slid down, never staying on it from the beginning to the end.

"brush."

At a distance of five steps, Xiao Mishu looked like a leopard looking for food. After observing the prey, he quickly pounced. Mingxi flew across the air, cutting a drop of rainwater in half, and then stabbed at the white-clothed leopard. Shengxue's Yun Qianyu, with only one sword, seemed to be engulfed in the force of landslides and tsunami, and then condensed all the landslides and tsunami into a point on the tip of the sword, stabbing silently at the standing figure.

Fallen leaves are silent!

The strongest sword in Xiaoxiao Fallen Leaf, pouring all the energy of the whole body into the sword to launch the most fierce attack, and then let this purely violent sword be hidden in the relief like fallen leaves.

Seeing that Xiao Mishu's first move was a move he had never shown before, the few people watching the battle in the yard were a little surprised. In the eyes of everyone, the indifferent boy in black stabbed his sword very calmly, but this time The sword is extremely fast, and a very strange aura is mixed together. When the pure power is displayed, it is an irrelevant softness, like the cleanness and softness of the water column when a beautiful woman pours water from a teapot.

Yun Qianyu has always practiced alone, and at most, Yun Yazhi can give advice when she has time. The only opponent on weekdays is Yun Musheng, so Yun Musheng deliberately took the opportunity to let her, a genius among geniuses, know what geniuses of this age are. What level, but the pattering rain gave her a lot of help.

Yun Qianyu's flexible waist bends like a willow branch to move away from the sword body, and the white umbrella in his hand rotates and sticks to the Mingxi sword with the bottom upside down. Under the same softness, there is hidden strength, as if being pulled by the air mechanism on the white umbrella, Mingxi's soft sword stuck to the downward-facing umbrella for a moment, and the white umbrella turned over again. The girl in white staggered away from the cold long sword, and her sharp figure was already close to the boy.