[Quick Transmigration] Healing System

Scattered flowers enchant the eyes, and spring water surrounds the blue city.

Rumor has it that Lu Zimusheng, the eldest son of the Lu family, has a handsome appearance, can compose poetry and prose, and is good at riding. He is well-known among the people at a young age.The Lu family is powerful in the court, Master Lu has a wide network of contacts, and he is the person everyone is trying to make friends with. Before Young Master Lu tied his hair, the courtesans lined up from the east of the city to the west of the city.

The Lu family is in the limelight, but Mr. Lu is always worried that the century-old foundation will be destroyed by Lu Zimu.It's not that he thinks that the eldest son is not smart, but because Lu Zimu has no interest in fame and fortune, and he always wants to become a hero in the Jianghu.

...Well, I also bought a stupid broken sword to hang at home, for fear that others would not know this ridiculous idea.

Repeated admonitions to no avail, Master Lu was heartbroken, he beat the pear blossom wooden table and cursed: "What do you really want? What do you really want? Ah?"

"Father, the officialdom is turbid, how can there be a sense of justice in the world?" Lu Zimu lowered his head and said.

"Tell me, where is the rivers and lakes not muddy? Huh?" Master Lu was so angry that his beard was raised, "Do you think your father is a treacherous villain when he works in the officialdom, and bows to others?"

Lu Zimu didn't speak.

"Your mother thinks that you are still young, so I won't let me punish you. But if you dare to walk out the door with your broken sword on your back today, don't recognize me as a father in the future." Master Lu dropped his teacup twice again, feeling angry. Still not flattened, he grabbed a folding fan and hit Lu Zimu on the head, and the anger dissipated after several blows.

Lu Zimu yelled twice after being beaten, quickly lowered his head even more, gritted his teeth for a while and said: "There are people from Jianzong passing by the east of the city, and I would like to invite one of them to be a bodyguard. Don't mention the affairs of the rivers and lakes."

"Jianzong..." Master Lu knows very little about Jianghu sects. Thinking about it, as long as it is not a sinister sect, it is not a problem for Lu Zimu to find a few bodyguards. "

There are two sword sect members passing by the east of the city.

One is Yan Sui, who has gained a notorious reputation in Jianghu because of his study of heresy, and the other is Yan Pei, Yan Sui's closed disciple.

What Lu Zimu wanted to invite was not the former, but Yan Pei, who was only fourteen years old.

Although Yan Pei was two years younger than him, his martial arts were obviously superior to his. A rusty iron sword was extremely beautiful when Yan Pei wielded it, even more beautiful than those Huadans waving their sleeves in the theater.

What's more, Lu Zimu likes Yan Pei's fair and clean face more than those ladies from all over the world, it makes people like it.

When we first met Yan Pei was practicing martial arts under the tree, her pretty face was icy cold, without a smile at all, she even cut off a section of Lu Zimu's temple hair, and the chilly sword tip was pressed against Lu Zimu's throat.

"I'm here, Lu Zimu." There was a chill behind Lu Zimu, but he pretended to be calm and said to Yan Pei, "I have admired the hero for a long time, can I ask the hero to give me some advice..."

"No." Yan Pei said, "Not a hero."

"Then, do you know the name of Da...xiongtai?" Lu Zimu bit the bullet and continued to ask.

Yan Pei put away the sword, squinted at Lu Zimu for a while, but hesitated before answering: "Yan Pei, a branch of the Sword Sect."

Jianzong is a sect known as chivalrous in the Jianghu, but it has many side branches, and many miscellaneous fish of three religions and nine streams have been mixed in.Yan Peite named him as a member of the side branch, telling Lu Zimu not to approach easily, so as not to cause trouble to his upper body.

His master Yan Sui's martial arts belongs to the upper echelons of the sword sect, but the way he behaves and handles things is not ashamed by other orthodox sword sects, so he is classified as a side branch.

But after returning home, Young Master Lu memorized the first half, and didn't care about Yanpei's emphasis on the pronunciation of the word side branch.

Moss stains the pebbles, Asakusa has no horseshoes.

A few more flowers bloomed in the corner of the courtyard, and there were gradually a few warblers singing on the trees.Li An had just finished practicing the sword, and sat cross-legged under a tree to rest with his eyes closed. He only cared about the qi in Zhou Zhou's body, and didn't notice a palm-sized yellow warbler resting on his head.

His current name is Yan Pei, after his master Yan Sui's surname, originally named An, but Yan Sui didn't like it, so he changed it to Pei.

Li An originally thought that his identity was Yan Sui, and he was more used to being the older and stronger side, which would help him stand in front and protect others.

His body is actually not suitable for martial arts practice, no matter how hard he practices, he can't make his bones really tough, and his strength always falls below that of ordinary people.

Suddenly, Li An felt a warm breath on his face.

The breath was warm, but the speaker's tone was abnormally cold.

"Do you remember the sword technique I taught you yesterday?"

"remember."

Li An opened his eyes, just in time to meet the eyes of Yan Sui who was less than half a foot away from him.

Yan Sui probably has the blood of the Hu people, with a high nose bridge, shallow pupils, thin lips, and a naturally ruthless appearance.

"Practice." Yan Sui looked up at Huang Ying on Li An's head, flicked her finger lightly, and Huang Ying flew back to the tree with a fan.

Li An looked up blankly, and was almost dazzled by the falling bird feathers.He didn't quite understand what happened just now, but he didn't ask Yan Sui either. He honestly picked up the iron sword and practiced the sword technique he learned yesterday.

After practicing the last move, Yan Sui suddenly raised his hand to stop Li An's sword from falling, and asked coldly, "What do you think of this set of sword skills?"

Li An was startled, the sword still stopped in the air, and he stared at Yan Sui blankly.

"Say."

"Disciple," Li An said in a low voice, avoiding Yan Sui's gaze, "I think this is nothing more than flamboyance."

"Embroidered legs with flower fists?" Yan Sui sneered, "You can learn to embroider legs with flower fists when you think of yourself as those embroidered pillows in the theater?"

Li An bowed his head and said, "I would like to listen to Master's teaching."

Yan Sui didn't say anything else, just took out the wooden sword in the room and asked Li An to practice against him.Yan Sui's internal strength was deeper than Li An's, and he was merciless in every move. The pressure made Li An back again and again. During a short respite, Yan Sui's sword pressed hard on the young man's shoulder.

The wooden sword's blade was not sharp, but Yan Sui's strength was enough to leave a bruise on Li An's shoulder.Just as Li An was about to withdraw his sword and admit defeat, Yan Sui's sword quickly swept down again, hitting his knees forcefully.

Seeing that Li An's figure was a little unstable, Yan Sui put away the sword in his hand, "Where is the shortcoming?"

"The disciple failed to study hard and practice hard to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship," Li An said, resisting the pain from his knee.

"Wrong." A sword was drawn on Li An's back.

"...willing to listen to Master's instruction."

"Why do you learn swords?"

"For mother."

Another sword.

Since Yan Sui created the side branch, Yan Pei has only one disciple, and there will only be one.

He didn't like being a master at all, and his patience with his disciples was extremely limited, but he just received a stubborn disciple like Yan Pei, who learned things quickly, but he didn't get the essence every time.Yan Sui originally thought that Yan Pei was obedient and malleable, but only now did he realize that this student was a yumu-headed student, and when he asked him in a daze, he would only say "I listened to Master's teaching".

"I would like to listen to Master's teaching." Li An was in pain all over, but he still had to stand, and his voice was faintly nasal when he spoke.

It wasn't that he wanted to cry, it was that this body was originally a young man's heart, and it was a natural reaction to being wronged.

He couldn't figure out what Yan Sui wanted him to answer, and every time he gave the wrong answer, he would be beaten if he got it wrong, he might as well just admit it.

"Swords are things that kill people." Yan Sui squeezed Li An's chin, forcing the young man to look up into his eyes, "It is the essence of a swordsman to use the sword without benevolence. You just wanted to beg for mercy, and I I can forgive you, but who will forgive you in the future?"

Li An's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"You learn sword not for your mother, but for yourself."

Yan Sui let go, the boy pursed his lips and staggered a step back, sitting directly on the ground.

Young Master Lu rubbed his hands outside the chai gate, knocked on the door cautiously, and shouted into the courtyard: "Brother Yan is there?"

"Who?" Yan Sui frowned and asked Li An who was sitting on the ground.

Li An turned his head and ignored him.

No one answered, Lu Zimu stood at the door and yelled several times, only to see a tall and thin man come to open the door.

Before Young Master Lu realized who this vicious-looking man was, he immediately asked stupidly, "Is Yan Pei in there?"

"What are you doing?" Yan Sui had always disliked this kind of rich son, and his tone was quite impatient.

"I... the Lu family heard that Yan Pei is a master of swordsmanship, so I want to invite him to be the personal bodyguard of the young master of the Lu family." Lu Zimu felt the man's hostility towards him belatedly, paused, and did not reveal his name.

Li An in the courtyard probably heard the conversation between the two, but he didn't want to go out.

... so embarrassing.He was beaten to the ground just now, so let's praise him for his superb swordsmanship.

Yan Sui's expression was also a little subtle.

"Then tell your sons that Yan Pei only knows how to show off his fists and embroidered legs, and his martial arts skills are poor, so he cannot be grateful for the Lu family's favor."