How to Raid the Flower of Low Ridge

In the early summer, the green shade of Guanfengyuan is lush, only the wormwood in front of the study window has withered, and a cool wind pours into the study from the window, bringing a hint of herbal smell, and also a small hairy head.

"Master!"

Si Junqi turned his head to the side, looking at the little figure who was turning over from the window sill, feeling a little helpless: "Ayun, I didn't lock the door."

"That won't work!" Shen Yun rode on the window frame and corrected solemnly, "It says in the book that those high-level heroes don't leave the door! I want to become a great immortal teacher as powerful as a sword master in the future, so I just Don't go through the front door!"

Si Junqi laughed: "What are you looking for?"

"I'm here to hand in my homework!" The boy jumped into the room. He took out a talisman from his arms and presented it to Si Junqi, "This is a talisman drawn by my apprentice these days. Please check it, Master."

Si Junqi took it over and took a look, "It's not bad, there's progress." He looked up at the child again, and asked, "Going to practice swords again?"

"Well, the senior sister said that as long as I finish my homework, I can do whatever I want the rest of the time!" Shen Yun raised his chin with his hips on his hips, looking quite accomplished.The braids that Ning Wei had combed for him in the morning were already messed up like chicken coops. As he shook his head, the unruly ends of his hair bumped into the small wooden sword behind his back from time to time, making a light grinding sound.

"Master, look, I practiced according to the sword manual Song Ge bought for me," Shen Yun said, pulling out the wooden sword frantically, and gesticulating in front of Si Junqi, "This is a big Peng spreads its wings, this is the dragon flying all over the world, this is the tiger roaring in the mountains, this is the sky-fly-immortal!"

The child turned around with the sword, staggered half a step, and finally stood up like a golden rooster: "How about Master, am I very powerful?"

Facing the apprentice's flickering blue eyes and swaying body, the corner of the teacher's mouth twitched, "...well, it's very powerful."

He hesitated for a moment, put down the talisman and stood up, "Follow me."

Si Junqi went to the depths of the study, opened a box of books in the corner, took out a book from it, and handed it to Shen Yun: "This is for you. The sword manuals you found by yourself are mixed, and many of them are just flashy. It’s not practical. You’ve just started practicing, and if you practice too much, you may go astray and damage your foundation. Why don’t you use this book to lay the foundation first.”

Shen Yun's eyes widened. He never expected to receive a sword manual from Si Junqi: "Master, don't you know how to use a sword?"

How can someone who doesn't know how to use a sword have a sword manual?

Si Junqi was silent for a while before answering: "I don't know how to do it, but I have friends who can. This is his swordsmanship experience written in his early years. It is very simple and suitable for beginners."

"Oh……"

Shen Yun nodded curiously and opened the booklet.The language of the booklet is simple, and it does not have the power that other sword manuals boast about. Even the handwriting is a little ugly, as if someone who has no schooling could forcefully write the words, but Shen Yun just glanced at it and was immediately caught by the words inside. The content attracts the past.

"Master, your friend is amazing! This sword manual is better than all the sword manuals I have ever seen!" The boy blushed with excitement, "He must be a great immortal master with sword skills as strong as a sword master!" ,Yes or no?"

"Not very good." Si Junqi shook his head, "Because something happened to him, his hand was injured, so he can't practice sword."

"Ah... how could this happen, he is too miserable!"

The boy's expectant brows drooped suddenly, he looked at his hands and thought for a while, and then said, "Then when will you take me to visit your friend, I'll bring Dr. Li from the mountain, he can heal hands That's right! The last time Fat Dong accidentally dropped his arm, he was the one who picked it up!"

Si Junqi smiled: "His injury is not so easy to heal, and he is wandering around in Shenzhou, I don't know where he is now." He rubbed the boy's head, "But if he knows that Ayun cares about him so much , and willing to learn his sword, will be very happy."

"Don't worry, Master, I will practice hard!" Shen Yun clenched his fists, "It doesn't matter if your friend can't become a very powerful swordsman. When Mi Yuan and I learn his sword manual, we can become a very powerful sword for him. Xiu! Then everyone will know that he is very powerful, right?"

These words were naive, fearless and arrogant, but Si Junqi laughed: "Well, that's right. If I still get the sword manual in the future, I will give it to you."

The boy immediately let out a cheer, and rushed out of the room with a gust of wind holding the sword manual and the wooden sword: "Mi Yuan - I have a new sword manual, come and play with me!"

Clang!

When the black sword blade collided with the black ghost aura, his wrists kept screaming so overwhelmingly, Shen Yun gritted his teeth, Tong Chun was as nimble as a swimming fish in the young man's hands, and he was still looking for it in the clumps of sword aura that covered the sky and the sun. The moment of counterattack.He twisted his wrist as he dodged the sharp blade swung by the Juggernaut, and stabbed obliquely with the long sword in his palm again——clang!

Tong Chun was once again blocked by the ghostly blade.

There are too many swordsmanship in Jiang Suhui, not only Zhanlong Wu, but he can already turn all the sword skills he has seen and acquired into his own law, and the ringing of soul-fixing bells keeps ringing high and low during the confrontation—— No matter what angle or footwork Shen Yun used to attack from the sword manual that he had learned, the opponent would always be able to substitute it into the Law of the Sword Master with the most precise rhythm, as if there were no moves in the world that he had never seen before.

Shen Yun was suppressed by Jiang Su's suffocating attack and retreated step by step. With every step back, the opponent's blade was an inch closer to his heart.

Will really die... really will die under Jiang Su's sword, and become one of the countless nameless souls of the dead.Shen Yun panted heavily.For some reason, the more he understood the date of his death, the more vigorous the unyielding flame in Shen Yun's chest burned, and the spiritual power gushing out from the spiritual source became more violent.

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly recalled the sword manual that Si Junqi gave him when he first learned swordsmanship, and an extremely bold idea popped up in his mind, which immediately shone like a ray of green light in the middle of spring— —

Shen Yun turned around suddenly, and the ghost blade burned through his collarbone, drawing a long bloody mouth, and at the same time, Tong Chun flew out, stabbing straight at Jiang Su's heart!

This sword came very quickly, and Jiang Su had no time to block it with his sword. For the first time, he wanted to dodge back, but he had just taken half a step, and he heard the screams of countless skeletons annihilated into ashes from behind!

A ghostly aura no less than that of Jiang Su roared from behind, piercing Jiang Su's chest at the same time as Tong Chunjian!The golden bell exploded in the black mist!

The thick smoke dissipated, and Jiang Su finally lowered his arms. His hands were empty and he didn't make any movement.And Shen Yun still maintained the gesture of stabbing forward with the sword. He should have continued to be on guard against the possible outbreak of ghosts at any time, but his gaze uncontrollably passed Jiang Su and landed on the figure not far away.

"Mi Yuan..." he murmured.

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……… I hate fighting, I don’t want to write anymore in my life [Can I really not write?]