Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming slowly wiped his wooden sword with a piece of silk, and watched the juniors practice their swords for a while.

The swords used by the brothers and sisters are pure jokes, except for Li Yun who is somewhat human-like, the other two little things are basically two big monkeys holding sticks, juggling with wooden swords, and the master is still there to correct them. Sword gesture.

The master said to this in a while: "Wooden swords are merciful, but real swords have no eyes. When dealing with swords and soldiers, you must be cautious-Cheng Qian, don't put your fingers on the blade, and you can't feel it with your fingers connected to your heart." ?"

After a while, he said to him: "Donghai has an epee three hundred catties, and I just held it with both hands, Xiaoyuan, I think you are not practicing swords, but forging iron."

Sometimes he had to tie his arms and run here and there to save a fire lit by Li Yun's shit-stirring stick: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, oops, be careful of poking your eyes!"

...To say "unsightly" is simply flattering these cubs.

Young master Yan's eyes turned around, and finally fell on Cheng Qian, and took a few more glances at the child.

He is well aware of the fact that he is a dandy, but he thinks that he is so dandy that he does no harm to the world and does not harm anyone, so he feels at ease, never repents, and keeps pace with the times and intensifies according to his mood.

At the same time, Young Master Yan also admits that he is a little superficial - he is very self-aware of himself, knowing that he basically has no "knowledge" or "character", since he himself does not have these two things, It's also inconvenient to be too demanding on others, so Yan Zhengming's likes and dislikes towards a person naturally only has one "looking at the face".

According to this standard, people like Han Yuan are heinous in his eyes.

"Look at people and face" is Yan Zhengming's iron-clad principle of dealing with people. To this, he is only willing to make exceptions for two people: one is the master and the other is Li Yun.

Even though the master looks full of evil, but Young Master Yan practiced with him for eight years, he was almost used to him growing up, and he is very close emotionally, so he is willing to forgive this on the net.

And Li Yun...Even though Li Yun looked like a dog, Yan Zhengming still decided to hate him, that guy is really not a thing.

As for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming thinks that he is actually very pleasing to the eye, otherwise he would not have given him sweets as soon as they met - it's a pity that his third junior brother didn't appreciate it.

Of course, this pleasing to the eye is also very limited. After all, Cheng Qian is still young, and it is unknown whether he will be beautiful or disabled in the future. It is not enough to make Young Master Yan interested in staring at a little kid wielding a wooden stick.

The whole yard raised by the master was running noisily, while Yan Zhengming was idly carrying his wooden sword, standing on the side majestically, distracted, thinking about his stagnant progress.

Yan Zhengming has been practicing swords with his master for almost eight years, and the Fuyao wooden sword barely reached the third form.

Although the master gestured the starting gesture, which turned it into a five-animal show for middle-aged and elderly people, the sword technique itself is not ridiculous.

Yan Zhengming is not an ignorant little beggar Han Yuan. Before joining the Fuyao Sect, his family invited him the best swordsmanship master. Even though he is not good at learning, he is still not blind.

There are five styles of Fuyao wooden sword, which are "Pengcheng Wanli", "Searching Up and Down", "Backfired", "Flourishing and Declining", and "Returning to Basics". Each style has 25 moves and countless changes. With the growth of age in the past few years, Yan Zhengming sometimes almost has the illusion that this set of swordsmanship includes everything in the world. Stop and think about each point, and countless possibilities can be derived.

But his master never said these things, Mu Chun only trembled and gestured the basic moves, and understood everything else by himself.

Several times, Yan Zhengming wanted to ask him why he refused to explain those exquisite sword moves in detail, but without exception, the old weasel pretended to be crazy and fooled him.

Yan Zhengming thought about it for a while, stood up, and tried to do the third pose "It backfired".

It's not glorious to say it, although he neither pursues Wencheng nor martial arts, he is lazy, but he has been stuck in this style for two years, and he is somewhat embarrassed.

I don't know who came up with the name of this style of "things backfired". It is really appropriate. He has corrected it countless times, but he just doesn't know where he is stuck, and the awkward feeling lingers in every move.

Yan Zhengming stopped halfway through the practice, staring at his wooden sword and frowning.

The Taoist boy and the maid who were waiting in full force rushed forward, fanning some, wiping sweat.

It's a pity that this time the flattery was slapped on the horse's leg. The young master had a bottleneck in his sword practice.

He suddenly waved his hand and shouted in a vicious voice: "Go away, don't get in the way here! You are not allowed to come over when I am practicing sword!"

The maid Xiao Yuer hurriedly asked timidly: "Master, is this a new rule?"

Where did this word come from?Because Young Master Yan had nothing to do, he set up a lot of "rules" out of nothing - such as clothes and shoes must be the same color, when to come up to comb his hair, how many times a day to clean the table in the study, get up early in the morning to drink a drink He didn't open his mouth before the herbal tea... Wait, there are many more, all created by himself.

Someone with a bad brain might not be able to remember. The old emperor may not have many of his problems.

Young Master Yan's complexion hadn't recovered yet, when his upper lip touched his lower lip, a new rule came out: "From now on, when I'm practicing swords, I don't ask you, and you are not allowed to come around at will, show your eyes."

Cheng Qian, who unfortunately heard this sentence, was taken aback. He didn't expect that the elder brother knew what "showing eyes" was.

Master Mu Chun, who was leading Cheng Qian, coughed dryly beside him, and called, "Disciple."

As soon as Yan Zhengming turned his head, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian. The child didn't look at him directly. He looked like Xiaojia had never seen the world, lowered his head "shyly", and followed the master step by step.

... "Shyly" sneering at the strange status quo in the sect in a place where others can't see.

Mu Chun pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Your second junior brother can't take care of you alone, you can give your third junior brother some advice later."

Li Yun is not only unable to take care of him, he is almost taking Han Yuan to Jiewa.

Yan Zhengming hadn't learned his own sword moves yet, and he didn't have the mood to point others out. He frowned undisguisedly when he heard the words, and vented his impatient resentment at his master arrogantly.

Little did he know that the person who was more resentful than him was Cheng Qian. He didn't understand why the master refused to point him out in person.What can big brother do?

Can teaching him how to look in the mirror make his nose look taller?

However, Yan Zhengming did not refute Master's face in front of his younger brother. He suppressed the objection that he almost wanted to blurt out, and asked patiently: "Master, there seems to be something wrong with my 'things backfired'."

Master Mu Chun asked kindly, "What's wrong?"

Nothing is right, the whole body is not smooth. After practicing this pose, Yan Zhengming felt as if the river was going backwards, and it was extremely strenuous.

But although he knew it in his heart, he couldn't describe his mysterious and mysterious feeling for a while, thousands of words surged under his tongue, and he didn't know where to start. In the end, Yan Zhengming blurted out as if he was possessed by something: "It seems...not very pretty."

Cheng Qian, who was on the sidelines, confirmed again that this senior brother is just a big idiot wearing gold and silver.

The master practiced Tai Chi with a pleasant smile, and said: "Haste makes waste, you can wait for this pose."

Master Mu Chun always has such virtues, this bullshit master, no matter what questions his apprentice asks, he never answers directly, and Gao Xuan will have to talk dryly about it.

Although Yan Zhengming has long been used to this, he still couldn't help but ask coquettishly, "When will it be?"

Master Mu Chun said warmly, "Wait until you grow a few inches taller."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

As lazy as he is, there are always a few days a month when he wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

After finishing speaking, Mu Chun grandiosely threw Cheng Qian to the "Treasure of the Town School" of his sect, and leisurely went back to the pavilion to drink tea.

The Fuyao sect has carried out the ancient tradition of "the master leads the door, and the practice is in the individual". Their firewood stick master has never shown the slightest real talent and learning. He doesn't care about anything.

Yan Zhengming glanced distractedly at his third junior brother with a serious face, and had nothing to say to this little thing, so he found a random place to sit down in a fit of anger, and leaned against the stone on the side without style or money. On the table, a Taoist boy came forward, took away his wooden sword with both hands, and wiped it carefully with white silk.

Dao Tong washed his own face, probably never before with such gentle care.

Afterwards, Young Master Yan, who had already sat down, did not know what happened, and stood up suddenly like a fake corpse.

His slender eyebrows frowned, and he cast a displeased glance at Xiao Yu'er next to him, but he refused to say a word to remind him, which made the little girl pale under his gaze, and almost cried at a loss up.

In the end, Xue Qing, who was still waiting for Cheng Qian, couldn't see it, and pointed softly: "It's cool on the rock."

Only then did Xiao Yu'er remember that she had just let their young master sit on the stone stool directly, chilling the old man!

She hurriedly acted as if she deserved to die, and went up to the ground, weeping, and shot like lightning, laying three layers of cushions for the young master.

Yan Zhengming just glared at her, the boss condescended to sit down dissatisfied, and lifted his chin weakly to Cheng Qian: "You practice, I'll watch, if you don't understand, come and ask."

Cheng Qian directly regarded his elder brother as a cloud of turbid air that obstructed his eyesight and hearing, and didn't even respond, making up his mind to ignore him, and devoted himself to his wooden sword wholeheartedly.

Cheng Qian had been climbing a tree to eavesdrop since he was a child. At that time, he had no books or books, and it was impossible for him to ask questions, so he stole a stunt with a vivid memory.

The master's demonstration was so quiet and gentle. Cheng Qian recalled it for a while, and Mu Chun's gestures and gestures were all lined up in his mind.

Relying entirely on memory, he carefully imitated his master's trembling movements, and compared his movements with his memory at any time, so that he could correct himself before the dog behind him licked the door curtain and opened his mouth to correct him.

This kind of imitation ability makes monkeys feel ashamed when they see it. Yan Zhengming was still a little careless at first, but as time passed, his eyes slowly focused on Cheng Qian - the little boy actually followed the moves of the first form according to his master without authorization. The formula is disassembled and practiced.

He practiced the disassembled moves a few times in the slow way of his master. After he got familiar with it, his eyes suddenly became sharp. At that moment, Yan Zhengming involuntarily put down his hand reaching for the tea bowl——he found The spirit hidden in the tip of the sword is extremely familiar, this kid is imitating Li Yun!

After all, Cheng Qian was imitating, coupled with his young age and lack of strength, he was far from Li Yun's all-or-nothing youthful vigor, but as soon as that energy was added, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly changed—as if it had been a The piece of paper spread on the ground gradually bulged up at this moment, taking on a three-dimensional shape!

This shape is still vague, because Cheng Qian's sword is not to say compared with Li Yun, but whether the basic moves are accurate is still open to question.

Yan Zhengming felt something at that moment, he felt that he could clearly see the sword intent of Fuyaomu Sword.

Sword intent is not a peach on a tree or a fish in water, without decades of effort, without the realm of unity of human and sword, it is impossible to condense sword intent—as for Cheng Qian, that brat is of course even more impossible It was pretty good that he could hold the sword firmly without hitting his own foot, even if he showed some "sword intent".

However, the style of "Pengcheng Wanli" very cleverly fits the state of mind of young people who have just entered the fairy gate. Yan Zhengming recalled the feeling he had when he saw the mountain full of charms, fresh, curious, and irresistible imagination of the future...

That may not be said to be "sword intent", but the Fuyao wooden sword itself coincides with the state of mind of the sword holder, and it is the sword technique itself that guides the sword holder.

Yan Zhengming stood up at once. He was watching Cheng Qian's sword. By chance, he touched something that he couldn't understand before—the ever-changing invisible and intangible swordsmanship, and why the master never explained—— Because this sword technique itself is alive.

Why did Yan Zhengming feel that he was unable to do what he wanted from the second form of "searching up and down", and it was even more difficult to continue in the third form of "seeking up and down" - because he neither knew the feeling of seeking up and down, nor what it meant to backfire.

The wooden sword could no longer guide him.