Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Pointing, collapsing, picking, chopping, stabbing, blocking, hanging... Shen Ke practiced the seventeen most basic sword moves over and over again every day, but he always felt that some parts were not done well enough.Either the wrist sank an inch more, or the sword was not smooth enough, and it was always a little bit off.

Asking Xiao Daoluan with a shy face, the other party was very patient, but Shen Ke could still see the somewhat unconcealable disappointment.

Once again distracted while pointing the sword, Shen Ke took a deep breath, comforting himself, don't think too much.His and Xiao Daoluan's pursuit of swordsmanship is different, just like you can't expect an illiterate person to compete for the number one scholar with a scholar from a scholarly family.The scriptures for the same test have already been reviewed thousands of times, but I have to work hard to distinguish the appearance of each word.

Thinking of this, he felt a little more comfortable in his heart, and Shen Ke exhaled heavily the breath he had held for a long time, as if he wanted to let go of all the boredom in his chest.

Xiao Daoluan suddenly said: "Your breathing is not right."

Shen Ke: "Huh?"

In order to observe Shen Ke's sword practice posture, Xiao Daoluan did not sit cross-legged on the edge of the cliff at this time.He left the old pine that was half leaning on, took two steps towards Shen Ke, raised his elbow, and the back of his hand was about half an inch away from the tip of Shen Ke's nose. After feeling the flow of breath for a moment, he verified his opinion: "Too heavy, too fast."

"When you're nervous, your breathing is heavy. You're so close, so I'm naturally nervous." Shen Ke smiled and stood on tiptoe and hooked Xiao Daoluan's shoulder with one hand, and walked around a long way before touching the tip of the other's nose: " Aren't you nervous?"

Xiao Daoluan's breathing was light and slow, and it took Shen Ke a long time to feel the seemingly absent air current brushing against the back of his hand.After so many days of hands and feet, he would still be inexplicably excited by the little bit of intimacy between the two of them, and even his breathing would become a bit stagnant, but Xiao Daoluan always kept his mind pure.

Shen Ke felt that Xiao Daoluan might not practice swords, but should practice Buddhism.With such a beautiful and indifferent state of mind, no matter how great the great monk is, he will have to practice for 20 years, but Xiao Daoluan is not yet 20 years old, so he can easily do it.

Although Shen Ke admits that he is not a beauty.

Xiao Daoluan let him hang his hands on his body, bearing the weight of half of the opponent's body: "You don't know how to breathe. I'll teach you."

In the final analysis, the way of swordsmanship is one of many ways of Taoism. Although it is well-known to practice swordsmanship, it does not completely need to be practiced in conjunction with other methods.Letting out the old and inhaling the new is the most basic one, which is not only helpful for physical training and longevity, but also beneficial for strengthening the mind.It is this kind of method that many sects of self-cultivation first taught to their disciples.Xiao Daoluan was already quite familiar with this when he was still unable to hold a sword.Only a half-way monk like Shen Ke would know nothing about it.

Hearing this, Shen Ke planned to untie the sword on his waist and sit down. Xiao Daoluan pressed his hand that untied the sword, and said, "No need."

Xiao Daoluan was so close to him, every word he said seemed not to fall on his ear, but penetrated through the barrier of his coat and flesh and blood, and hit directly on the tip of his heart.His whole heart trembled with the slightly hoarse voice.

Shen Ke couldn't relax no matter what, Xiao Daoluan didn't need to remind him again, he also knew that his breathing was too fast now, even if he held his breath consciously, it would have no effect.When he confronted Xiao Daoluan, he was always very cramped, and often he could only cover it up with some frivolous words.

His whole body was almost stretched into a straight sword, of course Xiao Daoluan could see it.

"Relax."

But there are some things that the more you want to do, the more you can't do it.Such as curbing certain associations, such as deliberately ignoring certain people and things...

Xiao Daoluan sighed.That barely audible sigh made Shen Ke's already stiff body stiffer even more.

He turned his head and said: "Forget it. You still teach me how to control the sword. I saw Cang Tong of the Lianshan Sect before, and the appearance of the control sword is really not very good..."

His eyes darkened, and Xiao Daoluan covered him with his palm.At the same time, his slowed down voice sounded: "Don't think about yourself, don't think about me, don't think about anything."

Because Ben was standing behind Shen Ke, and covered his eyes with his hands, Xiao Daoluan's actions at the moment looked like he was hugging someone in his arms, or it was a child playing with his playmates.From time to time, his sleeves would be lifted up by the mountain wind and brush against Shen Ke's face, and the heat of his palm could be felt completely.

Shen Ke said: "You are like this... how can I not think about anything."

Xiao Daoluan took a breath, and Shen Ke felt that he was smiling, earning a living and not intending to miss the rare opportunity, so he listened to him seriously: "Breathe in."

With the cold breath of the cliff all the way down, it seems to be congested in the chest.Because of this breath, Shen Ke sucked in a little hard, but wished to exhale it faster.Xiao Daoluan saw the opportunity very quickly, and noticed the slight ups and downs of Shen Ke's chest and abdomen, so he pointed at his chest.The fingers would leave at the touch of a finger, but the congested breath broke through the barrier in an instant, circulating unimpededly around the body.

This breath was very long, and it seemed to be five or six points slower than usual.

"I always thought that practicing swordsmanship was just practicing swordsmanship. At most, a good sword or a bad sword would have a little influence on your practice. I didn't expect to pay so much attention to taking a breath. But now, it's comfortable."

Xiao Daoluan: "You have to learn a lot."

Shen Ke asked with a smile, "Will you teach me everything?"

When he said "learn sword" to Shen Ke, Xiao Daoluan did not expect that he would be so concerned about this matter.However, one night while sitting quietly with the mountain wind blowing, a past event crashed into his mind for no reason.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is a paragraph, because that memory is like a jumble of countless fragments, the screen jumps from time to time, and the people who appear are not the same.Some stood shirtless in front of the strong fire, struggling to forge iron, sparks splashed, sweat dripped down the ground along their strong arms, and was instantly steamed into water vapor by the high temperature.Some held ancient scrolls and leaned comfortably under the giant tree, tapping their chins from time to time, as if they were intoxicated, but when they got closer, they found that they hadn't opened their eyes at all.Some tore up the giant beast with their hands, wiped their blood, and plunged headlong into the lake. When they came out, their long hair was all wrapped around their bodies, as if they were tied up...

He knew that the people in the picture were all his fellow disciples, and even vaguely remembered that these people had joined the sect before him.That is not a famous sect, and it is completely unremarkable when there are mistakes in the level of cultivation sects.The entire sect has two generations from top to bottom, less than ten people, and only occupies a small cave, far from being a blessed place.The plaque standing at the gate of Lianshan was also carved by a certain brother himself after cutting a huge tree.

When he skinned the Zhu Fang beast a few days ago, he followed the technique of this senior in his memory.Armor making is probably just a hobby of this senior brother, just like erecting a plaque for the mountain gate, and he does it occasionally when he is interested.Most of the time, he still likes to stay by the stove, which is unbearable for ordinary people, sweating all over from the steam, letting the fire burn his cheeks red, and pounding the red-hot iron vigorously.

Nourishing.

Xiao Daoluan seemed to be able to hear the sound of the iron that was about to be forged being immersed in ice water.It must be an extremely sharp sword, the blade is as thin as a line, and it takes a moment to feel the cut on the neck.

This senior brother is very generous, after hunting exotic beasts, he often peels the skins to make armor, and presents one to everyone in the same sect.Over time, his leather armor was too much to wear, so he could only pile it up.

What about swords?

For someone who regards forging swords as a great pleasure, will he forge a spirit sword for each fellow sect?

His sword...will it come from this senior brother?

When Xiao Daoluan realized that these pictures were all memories from 800 years ago, and tried to find more past events, it disappeared completely like dried morning dew, and no one could miss a trace of it anymore. trace.

No matter whether he can recall more, but the same family 800 years ago either ascended or passed away, and now he will never meet again.But Xiao Daoluan liked this group of people very much, so much that he missed them a little.He was born in the Yuewang Sword Pool in this life, and he has hundreds of famous swords in Guanlan Lake and thousands of rare books in Fengge Pavilion, but he doesn't have a close fellow.

When Shen Ke was by his side, he felt like he had returned to the sect 800 years ago.It's just that the person being taken care of everywhere has changed from him to Shen Ke.

……

Shen Ke turned around in the posture surrounded by Xiao Daoluan, raised his head and said, "I also want to learn a lot, do you plan to teach me all of them?"

At this moment, the nostalgia for his classmates and the closeness to the person in front of him even made Xiao Daoluan feel that even if Shen Ke didn't have the sword that he was thinking about, he would still be willing to stay with him even for a while.

So he nodded.

When he is unwilling to speak, he often nods, which can not only clearly express his wishes, but also vaguely express the distance that can be reached.

Xiao Daoluan was still thinking about whether such an action was a little indifferent, and fell into an awkward situation.

The posture of the two of them at this time made this nodding move beyond the scope of intimacy and became intimacy.The whispers between lovers are nothing more than that.

Xiao Daoluan thought to himself, did he and those brothers from the same school have such an intimate act 800 years ago?He would wrap people in his arms and get so close that he could just bow his head...

Xiao Daoluan was stunned and did not move, Shen Ke naturally would not let go of this good opportunity.

He leaned forward lightly, wrapped his hands around Xiao Daoluan's neck, and pulled him towards him.The originally extremely close distance finally disappeared at this time.

There is no gap.

Xiao Daoluan's lower lip brushed against Shen Ke's forehead, as light as a pine needle falling to the ground.

"Relax." Shen Ke said with a smile, "Breathe in."