Xianzun is collapsing every day

The next day, Lin Xu got up early again. Fortunately, Mu Chuihan had expected it, and was not so embarrassed when he was dragged up.

Kendo lessons are always early in the morning.This time Lin Xu and Mu Chuihan left early, and there were only a few scattered disciples in the Sword Academy practicing moves with spirit swords in their hands.

With both hands empty, Mu Chuihan lazily leaned against the courtyard wall to catch up on sleep.

Lin Xu had listened to some sword techniques in the past two days, and took an ordinary wooden sword to practice along the side.

But he is a newcomer after all, and he hasn't even memorized the movements neatly. After dancing for a while, he froze because he couldn't remember the movements clearly.

"Raise your hand," a voice came from behind: "The sword moves freely."

Lin Xu turned his head and saw that Mu Chuihan opened his eyes at some point, and was talking to him with his willow eyes.

Mu Chuihan walked up to him, took him to hold a sword flower, swung the long sword out, and stopped Lin Xu's stiff sword style.

Lin Xu was pleasantly surprised: "Fuyan, you haven't even attended class, how can you remember the next move?"

Mu Chuihan told the truth: "I don't remember, I saw you stopped and just picked it up. Actually, there is no need to be too strict in sword practice."

Lin Xu recited "The sword moves freely", and danced the wooden sword again.Although he still couldn't remember every movement, Lin Xu tried his best to use his own understanding to string together the sword techniques, which seemed much smoother.

"Fuyan, so you know swordsmanship?" Lin Xu seemed a little excited.

"Jing Yunjun taught it." Mu Chuihan did not hesitate to use Ye Tingjiang as an excuse.

"Didn't you just meet once?" Lin Xu asked.

"Yes." Mu Chuihan made up nonsense: "At that time I was being chased, Tingyun Lord descended from the sky and rescued me from the gang of thieves. Seeing that I was too weak, he taught me a few sword skills. "

I have read too many story books, and this kind of clichéd story of a hero saving the beauty is easy to come by.

Lin Xu was convinced: "Mr. Tingyun is indeed a kind and good person."

Mu Chuihan thought it was right, as long as this Mr. Tingyun was so upright and gentlemanly, he should have already lived the sexual|happy life he dreamed of by now.

Other disciples arrived one after another, and the swordsman who taught the class did not come today. From this class onwards, the disciples will practice on their own.

Lin Xu looked around and found that the other disciples were equipped with spirit swords, and they had already found a partner.And he only had the wooden sword with no spiritual power, which looked out of place in the whole sword academy, and he couldn't help but feel a bit cramped.

Mu Chuihan noticed Lin Xu's stiffness, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, you've been well prepared. Look at me, I don't even have a sword."

He frankly spread his empty hands.

Lin Xu sighed: "The wooden sword is provided by Linxianzong for free, and you can pick it up outside the sword academy."

"Is there such a good thing?" Mu Chuihan was a little surprised.

I thought that Linxianzong's posture of exploiting the labor force of outer disciples should be nothing.

Mu Chuihan also randomly picked out a wooden sword and pointed at Lin Xu with a smile: "Junior Brother Lin, please advise."

The focus of the young people was really different. Lin Xu noticed the address and immediately asked, "By the way, I haven't asked yet, how old are you, Fuyan?"

Following the age of his body, Mu Chuihan replied, "Eighteen."

□□Probably a fraction of his original age.

Lin Xu immediately stopped asking, and said vaguely, "I'm also eighteen, but I'll come here before you. You can call me Senior Brother."

Young people are scrambling to be older, while real old people are eager to pretend to be young.

Mu Chuihan immediately granted Lin Xu's wish, and changed his words: "Okay, Brother Lin, please advise."

The two of them took wooden swords and began to split their moves.What Lin Xu used was the basic swordsmanship practiced just now, and Mu Chuihan watched the other disciples practice it several times, and it was easy to memorize a few sword moves, so he went along with the flow and gave Lin Xu some moves.

Mu Chuihan knew Lin Xu's level, so he was naturally handy at feeding him.When Lin Xu got a little familiar with it, he led him to learn some changes from the basics.

After a morning, Lin Xu only felt that something he didn't understand before seemed to be cleared up instantly.Although he is not very experienced, he also knows that it is the credit of his partner, and said excitedly: "Fuyan, thanks to you. Your understanding is also very strong. You can master sword moves after meeting Tingyun-jun once. You practice the way of the sword. Definitely right."

Mu Chuihan has been praised too much in his life, so he just smiled slightly, concealing his achievements and fame, and lifted Ye Tingjiang by the way: "Jun Tingyun will teach."

"Isn't this Junior Brother Fuyan and Junior Brother Lin?" Zhao Jia appeared next to the two at some point, and asked with concern, "Why do the two Junior Brothers only use wooden swords?"

Lin Xu retorted: "Does it matter what sword you use? Why don't you follow Mo Jiao and come to us?"

Zhao Jia was thoughtful: "You two juniors, maybe you don't have enough spirit stones to exchange for spirit swords?"

Lin Xu was poked at the pain point, and gasped: "You!"

Mu Chuihan smiled lightly: "Yes, all the valuable things have been compensated to Mr. Mo, and it's normal without spirit stones, right Senior Brother Zhao?"

Not far away, Mo Jiao, who was secretly watching the movement here, felt hit by a sword.

Zhao Jia laughed and said, "Why, didn't Lord Tingyun prepare a spirit sword for Junior Brother Fuyan?"

Mu Chuihan's tone was puzzled: "Why can't Senior Brother Zhao understand? I clearly said that I have nothing to do with Tingyun-jun."

Zhao Jia was choked again, recovered quickly and sneered, "You don't have to always say the same thing, don't think that the person sent by Ting Yun can use the chicken feather as an arrow. It's better to earn it earlier. Spirit Sword, don't always think about these crooked ways."

He had formed a dispute with these two people yesterday, and even though he apologized, he was still dissatisfied.Seeing that the two of them were only using ordinary wooden swords today, he immediately guessed that Fuyan and Lord Tingyun had no deep relationship, and wanted to ridicule him again.

After all, this side has already offended so much, it's better to express your anger for Mo Jiao, if the Mo family is willing to support him, he will not lose money.

Mu Chuihan smiled innocently: "Actually, it would be beneficial not to change the spirit sword. Lin Xu and I were worried that the spirit sword would be too powerful. If we were to fight Senior Brother Zhao or Mr. Mo later, we would hurt both of you."

Lin Xu laughed out loud, and said, "That's right, we're doing it for the good of Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhao Jia's face turned ashen, and Mo Jiao finally stopped being an outsider, and came over and said, "Junior Brother Fuyan, even if he has Jun Tingyun's advice, he doesn't have to be so arrogant. I have only practiced swordsmanship for two days, but I still have to know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a sky beyond people." Someone."

Zhao Jia sneered and said, "Even Lord Tingyun dare not claim to be the number one swordsman in the world, and there is also Immortal Yuelin on top. You are very loud."

Yuelin Immortal Venerable looked at the two people who were provoking him lovingly, and reminded: "This is Linxianzong, isn't it good for Brother Zhao to grow others' ambition like this?"

Although he is quite useful.

Zhao Jia said, "I'm just telling the truth."

Seeing that Zhao Jia was about to be taken away by Mu Chuihan again, Mo Jiao came out and brought it back to the point: "Then since the two juniors said so, why not come to a sparring match, and we will know who wins and loses at a glance."

The disciples onlookers began to whisper.

"Brother Mo isn't bullying people? The two of them have only been getting started for a few days?"

"Shhh, be careful, that's what Fuyan said first."

Lin Xu looked at Mu Chuihan in embarrassment: "Fuyan, they started early. I'm not even proficient in this set of swordsmanship."

Mu Chuihan said lightly, "It's just a try. Anyway, you're a latecomer. If you win, you'll be a genius. If you lose, there's nothing shameful about it."

He promised: "Compare. Brother Lin represents the two of us. Who will come?"

Mo Jiao said: "Junior Brother Fuyan dare not play?"

Mu Chuihan laughed: "It's more procrastinating than two rounds, it's better to decide the outcome in one battle. If the two senior brothers want to compete, why not make an agreement that one will compete with swords, and the other will watch the battle and give advice?"

Mo Jiao only felt that he had many tricks, but he also agreed: "I'll do it."

He had a bad loss yesterday, and he wanted to vent a long time ago.Today's competition was agreed by Mu Chuihan himself, and even if he made a fuss with the elders of the outer sect, he couldn't find fault with him.

He was bluffed yesterday, but this wooden sword seems to prove that even if Fu Yan knew Mr. Ting Yun, the friendship would not be very deep.How could Elder Ye blame him for this little friction?

"Wait," Mu Chuihan proposed again: "But we don't have a spirit sword. For the sake of fairness, how about Brother Mo also using a wooden sword?"

"Yes." Mo Jiao agreed.Even without a spirit sword, it is impossible for him to lose to a mortal who has just started for a few days.

Lin Xu whispered, "Fuyan, I might not be able to beat him, why don't you come?"

Mu Chuihan also whispered: "We've practiced all morning, so you should try a different partner."

Lin Xu nodded hesitantly, and then heard Mu Chuihan say: "Since it's a sparring session, of course we have to win some prizes. I think Brother Mo's spirit sword is pretty good, how about taking it as a bet?"

The onlooker disciple hissed, Mo Jiao's sword is also a middle-grade spiritual weapon, much more precious than that sword spike.

Zhao Jia said disdainfully, "Then what do you bet on if you lose?"

Lin Xu also persuaded: "Don't do it, I don't have confidence."

But Mu Chuihan smiled and said, "We lost, so I will naturally find a better spirit sword for Mr. Mo."

Although Mo Jiao treasured his own sword, he was confident that he would not lose.Seeing that Mu Chuihan was still stubborn at this time, he also wanted to see where he could find a sword for himself, so naturally he would not disagree.

The two sides negotiated, and the competition has officially started.

The other disciples retreated to the two sides consciously, giving them the center of the Sword Academy.

Mo Jiao made a move, held the wooden sword and attacked Lin Xu, the sword was fierce.

Lin Xu also immediately fought back with his freshly practiced swordsmanship, but he was a beginner after all, so he clumsily left and right after a few strokes, and was at a disadvantage.

Just when Lin Xu was about to give up his sword and admit defeat, Mu Chuihan, who had been watching the battle, finally spoke out.

"The third form, attacking the right arm."

Lin Xu turned his sword and counterattacked Mo Jiao's right arm, forcing Mo Jiao to withdraw his sword to block back.

Lin Xu was overjoyed, and Mu Chuihan's voice came one after another:

"Twelve poses, waist and abdomen."

"The eighth form, between the eyebrows."

……

After more than a dozen moves, the situation suddenly reversed.

Hearing Mu Chuihan's advice, Mo Jiao wanted to change his moves, which made his movements even more chaotic, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

The most unbelievable thing is that no matter how he strikes, Mu Chuihan can always be a split second ahead of him and predict his movements.

Mo Jiao felt as if he was cursed, but he didn't know how to get rid of it.

Zhao Jia also wanted to learn from Mu Chuihan to help, but he couldn't see what was going on, so he stood on the sidelines anxiously.

After a while, following Mu Chuihan's words "right wrist", Lin Xu's wooden sword pierced through the heavy sword shadows danced by Mo Jiao, and went straight to his wrist.

With a clang, the wooden sword fell to the ground.

Lin Xu retracted his sword and stood up, unable to suppress his joy.

Behind him, Mu Chuihan smiled softly: "Mr. Mo, let me go."