I, Panda, am super fierce!

"I don't want it." Yi Zhou refused with a wooden face, and turned away by the way, not wanting to make this dress ugly to himself.

"Really don't want it?" Si Heng showed a disappointed expression on his face, sighed and said, "I have been preparing for you for a long time."

The expression on his face was so similar that Yi Zhou couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while.He glanced at Si Heng's face and hesitated.

How about... accept it first?

Thinking in his heart, Yi Zhou glanced at his clothes again. The clothes were blown by the wind, and a part of them was exposed to the sunlight on the corridor. Seven colors flashed in front of his eyes in an instant.

Yi Zhou was almost blinded by the strange fluorescent color, he let out a breath, and the hesitation in his heart was instantly thrown aside.

You must not accept this thing, or you will have demons!

"I don't want it." He shook his head with a straight face, shaking the flesh on his face, his expression and tone were righteous: "It's just foundation building, there is nothing to celebrate."

"Really?" Si Heng was still holding the clothes. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the color of the clothes. He shook the clothes with his hands and looked at it for a while.

Covered by clothes, Yi Zhou couldn't see Si Heng's face, and could only hear him say in a disappointed tone, "That's a pity."

Yi Zhou felt a little uneasy, although it was very likely that Si Heng made this thing to play with him, but what if he guessed wrong?After all, the other party's aesthetics is indeed... a bit strange.

After all, his knowledge is too shallow, his heart is soft, and he switches roles, thinking that if he gives a gift to someone with great interest, and the other party looks disgusted, then he may be very sad too.

Yi Zhou brainwashed himself, and his heart began to waver again. Just as he was about to step forward to comfort him, the cassock with strange colors gradually disappeared in front of him.

What appeared instead was a cassock with a moon-white base, cuffs, skirt, and belt with dark gold patterns.

Those patterns are extremely complicated. At first glance, they look like messy lines, but at a closer look, they are a picture surrounded by mountains, which is many times more beautiful than the one Si Heng took out before.

The person opposite had a smile on his face, and there was no sign of disappointment on his face: "The one who lied to you just now was just a cover-up. I saw how scared you were."

Yizhou was tricked by someone, and before the anger arose in his heart, he heard the person continue to say: "This is the cassock passed down by a disciple of the Taiyan Sect. It was just delivered, and you can see if it fits."

Tai Yanzong, a direct disciple...

Yi Zhou was stunned by these words, his mind went blank, and he stood there blankly as Ren Siheng helped him change his clothes.

When he came back to his senses, there was a man's magnified handsome face in front of him. His clothes had already been changed, and the man was straightening his clothes with his head down, with a gentle expression.

"It's beautiful." He smoothed the folds on the skirt, straightened up, and said to Yi Zhou with a smile.

Yi Zhou subconsciously lowered his head and glanced. The clothes are naturally close-fitting, and they are different from the clothes Si Heng gave him before. The clothes are neither made of expensive materials nor have many kinds of magic circles. Very atmospheric.

Yi Zhou thought it might be because he put a filter on his clothes, he raised his head, looked at the person opposite, and asked, "Then am I your apprentice now?"

It's that simple.

Feeling a little disappointed.

"Of course not." Si Heng knocked his head: "What are you thinking, how can it be so simple to accept apprentices, you have to hold a grand ceremony to tell relatives and friends, record it in the genealogy, and light the soul lamp."

After Si Heng finished speaking, he added: "If you want to call me Master, you can call me Master now, I will recognize you."

He seemed indifferent on his face, but in fact he had some expectation in his heart, so he just looked down at the dumpling.

However, the little guy puffed his face and thought for a while, but what he said was rejection.

"do not want!"

"Why?" Si Hengqi asked.

In his opinion, the little guy should be very happy, but he was obviously dizzy just now.

Yi Zhou looked up at him, not knowing whether he was happy or disappointed. He was raised by Si Heng. Although Si Heng was much older than him, he didn't put on airs when getting along, and everything was perfect except that he liked to tease him.

If, if you call him master, then you can't joke around anymore, you have to salute him with a respectful attitude.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhou couldn't accept it, and felt that the relationship between the two was being pulled away, so he opened his mouth and said after a while: "I don't want to call now."

"It's fine, whatever you want, but sooner or later." Si Heng didn't care about such a short time, he bent down and took Yi Zhou's hand, leading him forward: "Now that the foundation has been established, we must start academic studies. law."

"Okay!" Yi Zhou had been coveting those spells for a long time, and now he finally came across them. The little entanglement in his heart was thrown aside in an instant. He quickened his pace to follow Si Heng, walking briskly, as if he was about to jump up: "Then Can you teach me a spell that gives me great strength after using it?"

He raised his other hand and made a grasping motion: "Just pinch like this, no matter how hard a stone can be broken, or twist like this, other people's weapons will be deformed."

Si Heng looked at the excited little guy with complicated emotions.

This kind of spell that competes in physical strength is mostly used by physical practitioners, and those people are almost all burly, with big arms and round waists.

Si Heng thought about how his beloved apprentice would grow up like that in the future, he twitched the corners of his mouth, lied without changing his face, and said no.

"Ah, no?" Yi Zhou was a little disappointed.

"This kind of skill is not powerful." Si Heng reached out and took off the bamboo hat on Yi Zhou's head, and then stroked his hair: "If the monks fight and compete with each other for spells and magic weapons, if it all depends on the body, I'm afraid it's not close yet. body, and was beheaded."

"Do you want to kill someone?" Yi Zhou was startled.

The little boy next to him had a surprised expression, and his eyes were completely innocent.

Si Heng originally wanted to tell him that the jungle of the jungle is prey to the strong in the realm of comprehension, no matter who you are, you should be careful with everyone, and you should act first when necessary.These words came to my lips, but I couldn't get them out.

Forget it, he's still young anyway, so it won't be too late to find out later.

Si Heng thought about it, and then changed the way of saying: "The cultivation world is relatively peaceful in general, but for the sake of cultivation resources, sometimes there will be fights."

After he finished speaking, he was thinking about giving some examples, and then he heard the boy next to him say loudly: "Oh, I know, this is called making money and killing birds for food."

"Huh?" Si Heng was a little surprised how the other party would say such a thing, but after a little thought he felt it made sense, and he nodded: "That's true, Yi Zhou is very smart."

"Hey." Yi Zhou grabbed his earlobe and laughed, a little shy after being praised, the tip of his ears turned pink, but he proudly puffed out his chest and raised his head to assure others: "Don't worry, I will be very happy when I go out in the future." Careful."

"You're only a little older, so you just want to go out." Si Heng covered Yi Zhou's head with his big hands, turning his hair into weeds: "Don't worry so much, I will protect you until I ascend."

"Oh." Yi Zhou shook his head, not aware of the image at this time, and asked again: "Then when will you ascend?"

Si Heng asked: "Do you want me to leave early, or are you reluctant to let me ascend?"

Yi Zhou thought for a while and replied solemnly: "Half and half."

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes you are very good, I don't want you to ascend so early, sometimes..." He looked up at Si Heng, smiled, and stopped talking.

"Little guy!" Si Heng pinched the flesh on his face and tugged, "Don't worry, I'm still far away from flying as a teacher, let alone five or six hundred years."

What he said is not crazy. There are four major realms from the transformation stage to the transcending catastrophe. A determined look.

But Yi Zhou didn't know about this kind of thing, he counted the time, calmed down, and said with a puffy face: "That's good, when you ascend, I will become as powerful as you are now."

Yi Zhou's argument is very strong. Si Heng is now 600 years old, and if he has [-] years to ascend, he will at least have the stage of becoming a god, and maybe he will be even more powerful.

He didn't know that Si Heng's practice speed was unique in the entire comprehension world, and how many people were amazed by it.

If other people's apprentices say that they have transformed themselves into gods in 600 or [-] years, the master must wake them up so that they don't aim too high.

But Si Heng didn't have this kind of thought at all, instead he thought it was very normal: "Then you can't be lazy, maybe you won't be able to get there if you are lazy."

"I know, I won't be lazy." Yi Zhou nodded with a serious face, and then asked pitifully: "Then can't you ascend later?"

"I don't care about this. You will have to ascend when you cross the catastrophe." While talking, the two arrived at the place, and Si Heng selected three books from the most basic Jue, one Feiyunbu and one Qinglei Jue , and the last one is about basic sword moves.

He put three pieces of jade slips into Yi Zhou's hands, and asked him to choose: "Learn swordsmanship or law?"

Yi Zhou stared at the jade slip in his hand, hesitated, and chose the sword technique.

"I won't change it." Si Heng was very happy with Yi Zhou's choice, but he still reminded him: "Swordsmanship is difficult to practice, so don't cry when you get tired."

Yi Zhou promised: "I definitely won't cry!"

So Si Heng took back the jade slip engraved with the Qinglei Jue, leaving behind Feiyunbu and basic sword moves.

Feiyunbu is a movement method, after learning it, it looks like green smoke when it moves, making it difficult to figure out.Si Heng explained the Jue to him, and then taught him how to use mana, what kind of timing and ingenuity are needed.

This low-level movement method is very simple, and it was prepared for the foundation-building monks. After trying it a few times, Yi Zhou only got a good grasp of the theory.

As for how to transform theory into practice, it needs continuous practice afterwards.

Feiyunbu looks simple, but it is not difficult in reality. Compared with it, the basic sword law is much more difficult.

Si Heng didn't teach swordsmanship right away, but let him go back.

At dawn the next day, Yi Zhou was woken up by Si Heng, and after a brief wash, he took him to the woods behind the house.

The buildings on Feixian Peak are roughly in the shape of a zigzag, surrounded by houses. There is an open space in front of the main hall, and behind the house is a forest of purple bamboo.

Yi Zhou followed Si Heng and walked forward in his footsteps. After walking for a while, his eyes suddenly opened up.

What was reflected in Yizhou's eyes was an extremely open cliff, not far from the cliff, there were several wooden figures.

At some point, Si Heng took out a sword and said to Yi Zhou, "Watch my movements."

As soon as the words fell, the sword was unsheathed.Si Heng's legs were slightly separated, his center of gravity sank, he raised his sword straight in front of him, and stabbed forward.

His movements were not fast, and he even felt a little leisurely. Yi Zhou stood in front, but he felt that there was no way to avoid it. There seemed to be thousands of sword shadows stabbing at him in front of him.

The sword shadows were getting closer and closer, and the clanging sound seemed to make him catch him without a fight. Yi Zhou was stiff and unable to move, but when the sword shadows approached the eyebrows, they suddenly disappeared.

Si Heng retracted his sword and asked, "How do you feel?"

After the illusion disappeared, in just a short moment, Yizhou's forehead was sweating a lot. He panted and said, "It feels so powerful."

Si Heng nodded slightly: "Basic swordsmanship is the core of all sword moves. After learning this, you can practice other sword moves in the future, so that it will not be a show."

He said, continuing to evolve other moves.

Standing right in front of Yi Zhou, every move felt murderous and unavoidable. After rehearsing all the sword moves, his body was covered in cold sweat, almost like being fished out of the water.

Si Heng shook his head, picked up the crumbling little guy, and commented: "I'm in a bad mood, I need to get used to it in the future, or else you won't even know how to hide when someone strikes you with a sword."

His words are actually suspected of finding fault. Firstly, it is the first time for Yizhou to face sword moves, and secondly, Si Heng is a sword cultivator who has transformed into a god. He cultivates the sword of kings. He was killed by the sword.

Let Yizhou, a little guy in the foundation stage, hide from his sword, is in itself difficult for the strong.

"I see." Yi Zhou regained some strength, stood up and said, his body was sore and limp, but his eyes were bright: "Then should I practice sword now?"

Si Heng covered his eyes with his hands and said no.

"What's that?" Yi Zhou didn't struggle even though he was covered, he blinked twice and asked softly.

Si Heng draws two talismans with one hand, and the talismans are pasted on Yi Zhou's calf.

Yi Zhou suddenly felt that his legs were heavy and he couldn't move.

"Practicing swords, the most important thing is to have a stable foot." Si Heng moved his fingers a little, and Yi Zhou involuntarily spread his legs, bent his knees slightly, and assumed the posture of Zhama step.

After doing all this, Si Heng let go of the hand covering Yi Zhou's face, and said to him: "The first day should be shorter, stick to it for an hour."

Yi Zhou nodded. He didn't feel any difficulty yet, so he felt that an hour was not long.

"no problem!"

Si Heng smiled: "Then it's settled, if you don't persist within an hour, the time will start from the beginning."

"Yes." Yi Zhou nodded, and looked at him eagerly: "Then when can I practice sword?"

Si Heng said: "Until you can maintain this posture for six hours."

Yi Zhou didn't think how difficult it was to zip the horse, and even counted with his fingers. He thought that if one hour was added to the day, he could start practicing swords in six days!

He thought well, but the real situation was hundreds of feet away.After Si Heng explained the good things and left, Yi Zhou gradually felt his legs swell.

At first the feeling was tolerable, but as time passed, the pain in his legs became more and more painful, so sore that he wanted to sit down immediately.

Yi Zhou supported his legs with both hands, not letting himself fall down, and began to count in his heart, and just when he counted to one hundred, he sighed: "When will it be time!"

The feeling on his legs is indescribable, it was sore, numb and painful. Yi Zhou was tortured so much that he almost cried. Fortunately, he remembered his promise to Si Heng and kept holding back his tears, but when he spoke, there was A small nasal sound came out.

There was no one on the edge of the cliff, so no one answered what he said. Yi Zhou shook his body and stabilized himself firmly. Then he slowly straightened his back, looked at the wooden figure not far away, and imagined himself practicing sword. look, to distract attention from the body.

In the other place, Si Heng's eyes were slightly closed, his consciousness unfolded, and he took everything in his eyes. After waiting for several times, the little guy didn't cry, so he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"Jiang Wa'er has six sisters in his family, and he is the fourth eldest. He has never cared for his mother since he was a child. For a bite to eat, hiss...he sold himself to the blind Wang at the entrance of the village. Jiang Wa'er chopped two baskets of firewood." Yi Zhou stared blankly ahead, muttering to himself, making up stories for himself.

This is another method he came up with. The fantasy of swordsmanship can't last long. After all, Si Heng's demonstration is also very fast, but telling the story is different. He can make the story a little longer. The time is estimated to be over.

"Actually, Blind Wang is not an ordinary person..." Yi Zhou supported his leg again, the numbness just now made him unable to stand firmly.

Yi Zhou bent over and faced the ground, his butt pouted, panting like a dead dog.

Before taking a break, another voice came from next to my ear: "Are you lazy now?"

"No!" Yi Zhou wiped his face, then slowly straightened his waist, gritted his teeth, took a small breath, and asked with red eyes, "How long is it until one hour?"

The voice said in the ear: "There is still half an hour."

Hearing this answer, Yi Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, tears filled his eyes instantly, he sniffed and let out an aggrieved oh.

Then continue to tell yourself the story of Wang Xiazi and Jiang Wa'er.