Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

early morning.

Perhaps it was because of being in the mountains. At this time, a thin mist was lingering among the mountains, making this place seem like a fairyland on earth.

In the small building behind the mountain.

Yang Guo didn't want to disturb Xiao Longnv at first, but as soon as he moved, Xiao Longnv gradually opened her clear eyes and looked at Yang Guo with a smile on her brow.

"Guer, I got up earlier today."

"Auntie, don't make fun of me."

"Okay, let's wash up quickly, so that my aunt can tie your hair, you always let your hair down."

"Didn't Auntie loosen her hair too?"

Yang Guo pointed to Xiaolongnv's three thousand black hair hanging casually around her waist last night, and said with a smile.

Xiao Longnv's pretty face flushed slightly, but she pretended to be angry, and shouted: "Guoer."

Yang Guo immediately lowered his head, grabbed Xiao Longnv's sleeve, and muttered: "Gu Gu, don't be angry...Guo Er knows I was wrong..."

Xiao Longnv didn't know that Yang Guo was pretending, but she still couldn't help but comforted her and replied, "I'm not angry, wash up quickly, the class will be taught soon."

"got it."

Yang Guo responded, and ran to the next room.

When Yang Guo came back, he had already put on the new robe that Xiao Longnu sewed for him.

When Xiao Longnv saw it, she also showed some surprise, her cherry lips slowly opened.

"How did you remember to wear this dress later?"

In front of the bronze mirror, the Goddess Xiaolong still looks the same, but holds a wooden comb in her hand to help Yang Guo comb and tie her hair.

"This robe was made by my aunt. I was reluctant to wear it a while ago, for fear that it would be damaged during a fight, so I took it out today."

"Guer likes it, so Auntie can sew another one, as long as Guoer likes it."

"I'm so happy."

The two chattered for a while before Yang Guo reluctantly prepared to go out.

Xiao Longnv helped Yang Guo tidy up his collar, raised her eyes, looked at Yang Guo, and couldn't help feeling that if anyone could marry someone like Yang Guo in the future, they must be lucky.

Yang Guo now has sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, phoenix eyes that look majestic, thin lips and a straight nose, and a long and handsome body with fluttering skirts, which means he was born noble.

"Auntie, what's the matter, but I didn't wash my face after a while."

Seeing Xiao Longnv staring at him blankly but not speaking, Yang Guo lowered his head and asked in doubt.

Xiao Longnv suddenly stood on her tiptoes, tapped the corner of Yang Guo's lips, and asked warmly, "Guo Er, you won't like other women in the future, right?"

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback, his expression was a bit serious, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Xiao Longnu's, then put her slender hand on his heart.

"Auntie, if I, Yang Guo, like other women, you can get through with one sword.

Half-hearted people are not worthy of my aunt's liking. "

Xiao Longnv quietly looked at Yang Guo's eyes that looked like a deep pool, and said softly: "My aunt won't let go, it used to be...it's still the same now, if Guo'er doesn't like it someday...uh..."

Yang Guo quickly sucked those two delicate and charming cherry lips, tasting it lightly.

"Auntie, I'm going to Wangyuetai first."

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With a smug smile, Yang Guo left the small building on the back mountain in the breeze.

When Xiao Longnu came back to her senses, Xiafei's cheeks were flushed like a blooming rose.

Looking at Yang Guo's back, Xiao Longnv stood on the high platform with a little sadness on her brows, muttering to herself, "Guo Er, when will you marry your aunt..."

Outside the small building, Yang Guo's clothes fluttered as he walked quickly, causing the white hair on his temples to flutter, revealing his handsome face, as if he were a god.

Seeing the disciples of aristocratic families gathered at Wangyuetai from a distance, Yang Guo nodded, thinking it was not bad.

"Mr. Yang."

"Mr. Yang"

……

Seeing Yang Guo approaching, Lan Wangji was the first to walk out, bowing down to salute as a disciple, followed by all the disciples from the aristocratic families behind him.

"Yang is only a few years older than you, so he shouldn't be called Mr.

But... After all, Yang still wants to teach, so Mr. Yang will accept it for the time being. "

Yang Guo didn't stop talking, he came to the crowd, paced back and forth, and said calmly:
"A gentleman has six arts, which refer to ritual, music, archery, imperial control, calligraphy, and mathematics.

You are all young heroes in your respective families, these six arts must be much stronger than Yang.

Yang doesn't know many skills, this trip is just to teach you martial arts, so you young masters... would you like to learn? "

As soon as Yang Guo finished speaking, he looked at the people in front of him with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"I am naturally willing to learn."

Yang Guo nodded, "Then all of you will take out your weapons and disperse them..."

Before Yang Guo finished speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth and glanced at everyone in front of him.

"Wei Wuxian from the Yunmengjiang clan, and Nie Huaisang from the Qinghe Nie clan, these two are here."

The crowd kept their heads down, secretly praying that Yang Guo would not recognize Jiang Cheng of the Yunmeng Jiang clan, who was not a complete person, and his heart suddenly became cold when he heard the question.

Before he raised his head, he felt his shoulders sink.

"Young Master Jiang, what happened to Wei Wuxian?"

"Back...back to Mr. Yang, this Wei Wuxian he...he..."

"Okay, don't make it up, did he oversleep?"

Before Yang Guo finished speaking, he heard footsteps, raised his head, and looked behind Jiang Cheng.

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, Huaisang and I are late, please punish me sir."

Yang Guo, who was far away, smelled a smell of alcohol coming towards his face.

Looking at Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian's blushing and drunken faces, Yang Guo didn't know that these two guys were secretly drinking, and they were late because they were hungover.
"Then join the team first, let's continue."

Yang Guo turned around and walked in front of the crowd, shaking his head from time to time, he didn't care.

When they turned around again, more than a dozen disciples from the aristocratic family had already taken off their sabers and looked at Yang Guo in unison.

Yang Guo moved his palm casually, and the bitter sword grew out of his palm inch by inch.

Everyone who was attracted was amazed, but they just remembered the family rules of the Gusu Lan family and did not ask aloud.

And Wei Wuxian might not be sober, he suddenly asked with a smile: "Mr. Yang, where did you get this sword from, can you teach the students?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"miss you!"

"If you want to learn, you must first lay the foundation seriously."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Guo suddenly remembered the days when he practiced Quanzhen swordsmanship on Peach Blossom Island, and chuckled softly, which meant something inexplicable.

"Come on, gentlemen, first learn the Qiushui sword technique from Mr. Yang."

As he spoke, Yang Guo raised the bitter sword and slowly started to dance.

Looking at Yang Guo who seems to be slowing down, all the princes of the aristocratic family have black lines all over their heads, thinking that Yang Guo is playing tricks on them.

Just thinking about Gusu Lan's family rules, but heaved a sigh of relief and continued to practice.

It's just the look of dissatisfaction between their brows, how could Yang Guo not see it?
It's just that Yang Guo didn't care.

Anyway, if the one after the meeting couldn't keep up, Yang Guo decided to use a little bit of the teacher's right.

Immediately time passed.

After three or five moves, Yang Guo's moves gradually changed.

The long sword suddenly began to move in a small range unstoppably, and when it swung it hummed continuously, the cold air was overwhelming, but it was like the sound of "squeaking" water, which made the listeners want to fall asleep involuntarily.

But even so, it was still very slow, but at this time Yang Guo seemed to have three long swords in his hand, and they were all swinging.

"Poetry in painting, painting in music, music in poetry, this is a set of combo moves, one sword after another forming a cycle, the wrist shakes quickly, the sword and sword appear afterimages, and the sound is lost."

Yang Guo withdrew his sword and said calmly.