Xianzun is collapsing every day

"Xianjun, are you here?" Mu Chuihan pretended to have just discovered Ye Tingjiang, opened his eyes slightly, and spoke with surprise.

"Is the injury healed? Why do you practice swords here so early in the morning?" Ye Tingjiang let go of his hand and asked lightly.

"Yeah." Mu Chuihan nodded, with a cute smile on his face: "Xianjun takes care of me every day, and I have recovered. I am afraid that I will forget the sword skills taught by the outer sect, so I want to hurry up and review it. .”

"But I'm so stupid," Mu Chuihan said while lowering his head, frustrated, "Obviously I memorized it well at the time, but I couldn't make it coherent after a few days of practice. Thank you, Xianjun, for teaching me."

When he said this, he tried his best to control his expression, fearing that Ye Tingjiang would see the clues if he failed halfway.It's not that Mu Chuihan doesn't know how to lie, but when he said something against his will, he always felt uneasy in his conscience, and even insulted his once-in-a-thousand-year talent.

If Zhuan Xing was here, he would definitely accuse his master of being too shameless again with an ugly face.

Ye Tingjiang is not good at comforting people, he just said: "Heaven rewards hard work, as long as you are willing to work hard."

Mu Chuihan looked up at Ye Tingjiang: "Has Xianjun also learned this set of sword skills?"

"Naturally." Ye Tingjiang said: "This is a compulsory course for Linxianzong Sword Cultivator."

"How long did Xianjun study?" Mu Chuihan asked curiously.

Ye Tingjiang was silent for a moment, looked at the young man's seeking knowledge, hesitated for a moment and said: "I was practicing sword day and night."

"En." Mu Chuihan responded, waiting for Ye Tingjiang's next words.

"I practiced for two days and two nights in total." Ye Tingjiang paused, but out of the other party's insistence, he still gave an answer.

Mu Chuihan praised Jun Tingyun in his heart that he was indeed talented, and his speed was almost the same as when he first started practicing swordsmanship.But there was an extremely complicated expression on his face, with a bit of frustration and inferiority behind the deep reverence.

He whispered: "Xianjun is so talented, do you feel that I am hopeless?"

"No." Ye Tingjiang encouraged: "It's good that you are diligent. Although the body of five yin and heart is troublesome, it is easy to cultivate. If you have difficulty learning swords, you might as well find another way."

To sum up, smart people have to learn to give up.

But Mu Chuihan shook his head, gritted his teeth and insisted: "Xianjun, I want to enter the way of swords!"

Ye Tingjiang said euphemistically: "Everyone has to find a suitable path, and the way of swordsmanship may not be suitable for you. If you want to learn the way of swordsmanship for me, you don't have to. Have you ever studied medicine and music courses?"

"No." Mu Chuihan denied against his will: "I'm not just because of Xianjun, but I really like swordsmanship. Xianjun, if you say that, does it mean that I really have no hope?"

After speaking, the corners of his eyes were already red, and he was about to burst into tears.

Now that it's all said and done, Ye Tingjiang won't try to persuade people to leave.He nodded and said: "If you like it, go on, hard work can make up for one's weakness."

Mu Chuihan nodded solemnly, and agreed: "Xianjun, I will! But, can Xianjun teach me more?"

After speaking, he grasped the wooden sword in his hand and looked at Ye Tingjiang expectantly.

Ye Tingjiang was silent again.

Without waiting for a response, Mu Chuihan was extremely embarrassed, and wanted to break the stalemate atmosphere by talking to himself: "Am I really too stupid..."

"That's not the case." Ye Tingjiang didn't mean to be innate, and explained: "I haven't taught others. In the past, when the disciples came, Xiaoyou accompanied them."

He said again: "It's just that Xiaoyou is always missing these days, otherwise it would be best to let him take you to practice swords."

Mu Chuihan said: "Xiaoyou was playing with the little bandit recently. The little bandit is a cat I picked up in the back mountain, and I usually don't have anyone to accompany it. I'm very happy these days, and I also want Xiaoyou to accompany me more it."

Ye Tingjiang thought for a while and said: "Yes, Xiaoyou always thinks the peak is boring. It's rare that he likes cats. Let him play more."

Mu Chuihan took a step back and begged, "You don't need to teach me, you just need to watch me practice sword and give me some pointers once in a while."

The young man stood in the middle of the courtyard, his figure was thin, and he was just recovering from his injuries.The morning wind blew his moon-white clothes, as if the wind was stronger, it could blow him down.This made his almost pleading expression even more pitiful.

Ye Tingjiang couldn't bear to refuse, let alone just let him stay by his side and give some pointers. He really should be responsible to a diligent disciple.

Ye Tingjiang said: "Okay."

Mu Chuihan immediately turned from sadness to joy, picked up the sword in his hand again, and made a gesture.

Next, he intentionally made a set of basic swordsmanship full of mistakes and omissions.

It's not a big mistake, his movements are generally correct, but there are some deviations in the details.But it was such a slight deviation that made a set of swordsmanship that should have been heroic become limp and sloppy.

While Mu Chuanhan was changing his sword technique, he spurned himself in his heart.It's really for the sake of a man that he has risked everything.

But he knew very well in his heart that sword cultivators like him and Ye Tingjiang would despise such mistakes the most.Especially Ye Tingjiang, since he is crazy about swords, after watching for a long time, he can't help but try it himself.

At this time, the benefits of being a sword cultivator are revealed.As long as Mu Chuihan guesses Ye Tingjiang with his own thoughts, he can make a good guess.

Ye Tingjiang was limited to giving pointers at first.When Mu Chuihan heard his words, he corrected that movement and never did it again.

It's just that in other places, it was right, but after practicing it a few times, it became wrong inexplicably.

He worked very hard and listened humbly to Mr. Tingyun's opinion, but he was too stupid, so what could he do?

Ye Tingjiang watched Fuyan practice his sword skills several times, and a word popped out of his mind, "tear down the east wall and make up the west wall".

Even if one action is corrected, the young man will not draw inferences from one instance, and instead make more and more mistakes in other places. In this way, the mistakes and omissions seem to be endless.

Rao Ye Tingjiang believed in the idea that hard work never fails, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

While Mu Chuihan was practicing his sword, he kept sneaking glances at Ye Tingjiang's face.He felt that the time was almost up, and as the swordplay was coming to an end, he began to count down in his heart "five, four, three..."

Sure enough, just after he silently counted "one", Ye Tingjiang slowly walked across to him.

Mu Chuihan stopped his sword and said in panic, "Xianjun, what's wrong?"

Ye Tingjiang said: "I'll take you."

Once again, his train of thought coincided with Mu Chuihan's.He also found a wooden sword, and tried to teach him to understand swordsmanship by splitting moves with the young man.

Mu Chuihan smiled inwardly, he had expected such an incident a long time ago.

This method worked quickly on Lin Xu, but he was far from satisfied with just fighting with Ye Tingjiang.

So Mu Chuihan went the opposite way, and when Ye heard Jiang's sword coming, he pretended to be too weak to catch the sword, his right hand trembled, and the wooden sword flew out.

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

He felt that he did not use much strength.Could it be that he is too unfamiliar with the level of disciples who have not broken the void and entered the Tao, so that he loses the importance?

Ye Tingjiang pulled back a little bit of strength next time, but no surprise, Mu Chuihan didn't have the slightest bit of power to block each time.

But he seemed to have used all his strength again, and his teeth almost broke his lower lip.

Ye Tingjiang frowned and withdrew his sword.

Like a frightened kitten again, Mu Chuihan asked cautiously, "Are you disappointed in me?"

Ye Tingjiang let out a long breath, walked around behind him, and held his right hand as he did at the beginning.

Their bodies were so close that Mu Chuihan could even feel the warmth of the man behind him.

Because Ye Tingjiang couldn't see his face, his expression completely reproduced the pride in his heart.

Ye Tingjiang, who knew nothing, held his hand, and from the first pose, he led him to dance the sword meticulously.

Mu Chuihan completely relaxed his body and let Ye Tingjiang play with it.At the same time, he also gradually emptied his mind, and his thoughts slowly drifted to what color carpet to use in the couple ceremony between him and Ting Yunjun in the future...

Ye Tingjiang's hands were warm and strong, and Mu Chuihan only blamed the short time for performing the sword technique once, and wished he could do it two or three times again.

But he remained sober, knowing that Ye Tingjiang could not let him have this opportunity.

In the last move, the sword holder was supposed to rise into the air, turn around and draw out the sword.

Ye Tingjiang's other hand rested firmly on Mu Chuihan's waist, leading him to jump up.

Even in such an ambiguous posture, Ye Tingjiang's hands are still regular, without any intimacy.

But Mu Chuihan's heart skipped a beat, and when the two of them were in midair, he suddenly let out a very light and awkward "ah".

With the sound of the wind in his ears, Mu Chuihan no longer cooperated as before, because of fear, the free left hand couldn't help but waved, trying to grab something reliable.

He struggled in the air and turned around, wrapping his arms around Ye Tingjiang's neck.