Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Xiao Xun stopped looking at Xie Fengxuan, walked to the kitchen eaves, put away the umbrella, leaned against the wall, pushed the door and entered.The kitchen was very clean, without any miscellaneous smells, it seemed that Xie Fenglian had cleaned it with a cleansing charm, Xiao Xun was satisfied with him.

There are two stoves, and Xiao Xun walked straight to the left without casting his eyes on the right side of the kitchen.Both he and Xie Fenglue continued the choice they made at the beginning. In the past few days of cooking, neither of them has set foot in the other party's "territory".

Xiao Xun planned to boil beef bone soup and use it as the soup base to cook hot pot.

Since that day when he reported to Xie Ling that he would buy ingredients from Shi Laifeng, he had an extra ingredient storage area in his Hongmeng sleeve.He rolled up his sleeves, took out a beef bone of suitable size, washed it and blanched it, put it in an earthen pot, and cooked it slowly over low heat.

The next step is to prepare the dishes cooked in the pot.

He drew the knife, holding the handle with his long and thin fingers, the blade rose and fell, sliced ​​fish, cut meat and bones, his movements were smooth and skillful, crisp and neat.

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The sound of the blade hitting the chopping board is full of rhythm, and with the sound of rain outside the eaves, it is like a brisk and melodious song.

After about half an hour, Xiao Xun prepared all the meat dishes.The next step was to go to the field to pick some vegetables. He used a cleansing charm on himself, walked out of the kitchen door, and picked up the umbrella again.

He didn't forget to take out the compass to check Xie Ling's position.

The pointer turned, and Xie Ling was still at the previous position.

"What are you doing here all this time? Is there anything there?" Xiao Xun murmured in his heart.Xie Ling usually reads in the study room in the front hall, or in his own dormitory. There is no need to run so far for breath adjustment and meditation. If it is for alchemy and weapon refining, there is also an alchemy room in the Dao Palace... Could it be that he is practicing swords?

Xiao Xun remembered that he had just mentioned to Xie Ling last night that he wanted to learn swordsmanship, so he thought about it, and when he was free, he flipped through the introductory swordsmanship book, learned a move or two, and walked in front of Xie Ling .

Halfway through the journey, the rain gradually thinned out, the cloud cleared, and the mountain scenery changed from misty to clear.

Xiao Xun closed his umbrella.

He picked a basketful of vegetables before returning to the kitchen, picked and cleaned them, and took out the compass again.After probing, he found that Xie Ling's position had changed - this person was constantly moving, looking at that position, it seemed that he was getting closer and closer to Xie Fengxuan's residence.

Time went back to when the first thunder fell.

After the thunder, the torrential rain came, and the bean-sized raindrops smashed into the forest, and there were crackling sounds everywhere.Xie Ling couldn't help laughing when she saw the rainwater splashing on the cloud turtle's back shell.

A low "woo" rolled out of Yungui's throat, which sounded very aggrieved.It didn't want to get in the rain, but the entrance of the gazebo was too small to squeeze in, so it turned around and took shelter under a nearby tree.

Xie Ling looked at it striding forward like flying, then looked up at the rain curtains covering the mountains and fields, his consciousness sank into the mustard space, he searched here and there for a long time, and found a futon.He placed the futon in the middle of the gazebo, sat cross-legged on it, and carefully read the palm book given by Yungui.

This book has a sense of history at first glance, the book cover is so old that the words cannot be discerned, and the title page is also blurred, but fortunately, the content behind it is clear.

Xie Ling read the first form back and forth several times, put down the book for the time being, and raised his hand to gesture.When he was in college, he had taken Tai Chi and Karate in physical education classes, so he had a somewhat weak foundation.

He practiced sitting down first, making gestures, then got up and added pace.This is difficult to perform in a narrow gazebo.After thinking about it for a while, he threw the book and futon into the mustard space, walked out of the gazebo, walked into the rain, and turned back towards the dark road with big strides.

The dark passage was pitch black, Xie Ling came to the middle section, took out a luminous pearl table lamp to illuminate it, and began to practice the first form.

This set of palm techniques has its mystery. Xie Ling felt a faint flow of "Qi" between the rise and fall of the palm and the change of steps.

Xie Ling repeated the practice over and over again, and the flow of this qi became clearer.Countless times, Xie Ling felt that it was almost solidified.With a thought in his heart, he stepped forward and moved his palm towards the wall.

The moment the palm hit the wall, there was a sound—bang!

The wall was dented.

"Fuck!" Xie Ling stared wide-eyed, and jumped back in shock.

The outline of his palm was more on the wall.He looked back and forth between his palm and the wall, his face full of disbelief.

"Is this palm technique so powerful?"

Xie Ling changed positions, and raised the palm again.

There was another bang, and there was a second palm print on the wall.

Xie Ling didn't stop trying, and kept changing positions, hitting the third palm, the fourth palm, the fifth palm... After the tenth palm, Xie Ling stopped.He raised his head and swept away the high and low handprints on the wall, and let out a long breath.

Finally have an active skill with no side effects.

I'm a little tired.

He laid out the futon and sat on it to rest.

"If you continue to practice, it doesn't seem very good to keep hitting the wall here... Usually you will use a wooden dummy for practicing palms, right? No, depending on the situation, you need to use a titanium alloy stake." Xie Ling muttered.

But it is obviously impossible to get a titanium alloy pile.

Furthermore, once you are familiar with this set of palm techniques, you still need to find someone to practice in actual combat.

But he is Lord Xuesheng after all, his realm is there, the only one who can fight him, who dares to fight him, and who he still knows, is Gu Song.At his current level, he went to Gu Song to practice sparring, wouldn't he send him up and get beaten?And one hit will expose his secrets.

No, no, you must not choose ancient pine.Xie Ling rejected this idea,

In the dark passage, the wind breaks and rises again, blowing the corners of Xie Ling's clothes and hair hanging behind his back uncontrollably.He drank some water, stretched himself, and almost rested.

He rolled up his sleeves and got up, put away the futon and water bottle, took a deep breath, separated his feet one after the other, raised his hands, and said to the wind, "Let's practice with you first."

It was said to the wind here, the voice fell to the ground, the footsteps were wrong, and the wrists were turned.

Xie Ling learned the first three moves of this set of palm techniques, and practiced until her arms felt sore.

Walking out of the dark road, the rain stopped outside, and the mountains and fields were filled with the smell of earth and the fragrance of grass and trees.He was in a good mood, and when he saw the grass being tossed by the wind, he thought it was a messy beauty.

He took a road in a different direction from the previous one when he was sheltering from the rain, and went to the south of Hefeng.Although physically exhausted, he was full of energy and wanted to go around again.

Stopping and walking along the way, Xie Ling came to a place that he hadn't been to very often.There is a crystal-clear stream here, and a dense forest grows along the stream. Xie Ling glanced at it from a distance, and saw matsutake growing under the tree.

He couldn't help walking over, but he regretted it as soon as he entered the forest—he endured it for a long time before resisting the urge to pick all the matsutake mushrooms and make soup.

He was very sad, took a deep breath, stopped looking at those damp places, put on a straight face, and walked to the other side of the woods with the principle that everything has come.

The woods are not big, Xie Ling's footsteps are fast, and he came to the edge in a short time.

There are people outside the forest.

There were a total of three people on the Crane Peak, walking here, the possibility of encountering people is too small, Xie Ling couldn't help being surprised.

That person was Xie Fenglue, sitting on a rock not far away, with an ordinary iron sword beside him, holding a book in his hand, and was carefully flipping through it.

Looking further away, there is a courtyard on a higher ground.

It was probably Xie Fengxuan's residence.

Xie Ling's gaze fell back to Xie Fengxuan.He remembered that Xie Fengxuan had always carried a knife on his back before he came to Hefeng.Did you abandon the knife and take the sword now?It is true that he used a sword in the original plot, but Xie Ling did not expect this change to be so sudden.

Xie Fengxuan was looking at the sword manual, Xie Ling saw the words on the cover of the book, and recognized that it was not an entry-level swordsmanship in the human world.

Have you already learned basic sword moves, or do you disdain entry-level sword manuals and just skip and learn?Xie Ling guessed, and decided to stand here for a while to see what Xie Fenglian would do.

But Xie Feng has sharp eyes, but he just tilted his head and saw Xie Ling in the forest.

Xie Fenglue was very surprised, grabbed the sword, stood up abruptly, and shouted: "Mr. Xuesheng!"

The voice of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was clear.Xie Ling had a wooden face, with complicated emotions.

Now that she was discovered, Xie Ling walked out of the woods.He stopped about two or three feet away from Xie Fenglian, looked him up and down with a cold and profound air, and asked a question concisely: "Why do you want to change to sword practice?"

"Compared with using a knife, I prefer to use a sword." Xie Fenglue glanced down at the sword in his hand, and replied with a smile.

Interest is the best teacher.Xie Lingxin said it was very good, and nodded to Xie Fengxuan lightly: "Just like it."

He planned to leave after just saying a few words, and he didn't want to see how Xie Fenglue practiced his sword, but he heard this man say: "Mr. Xue Sheng, I have learned the basic sword skills of the sect, can you watch me practice it again?" ?”

Xie Fengxue looked up at Xie Ling, the amber eyes were as if seeping through water, sincere and earnest, with cautious expectations.

Ok?

Already learned?

Learned a whole set of sword skills?Should it be said that you are worthy of being a hardworking person?

Xie Ling's heart became more numb.Xie Ling naturally thought of his family's Schrödinger's salted fish, of his lazy and sloppy sitting posture, of his late sleep and late wake up routine, compared with the radiant Xie Fenglue in front of him, really... Xie Ling didn't know what to complain about. What.

Forget it, after all, he is the apprentice he chooses.He threw the salted fish Xiao Xun out of his mind, and said to Xie Fenglue: "You practice."

"Yes!" Xie Fenglue smiled again, with a hearty smile.

He saluted Xie Ling with his sword, stepped back a few steps, came to a flat and open place, turned his wrist, and made a gesture of opening.

The sword made an arc of light in the void, and at the same time, there was a sound of footsteps behind Xie Ling.rustle.The pace was a little lazy, so lazy that he had gotten used to it.

Immediately afterwards, a young man's gentle voice sounded: "Master."

...Why are you here too.Xie Ling was slightly startled, and looked back.

Xiao Xun came from the depths of the forest, with slightly curved eyebrows and a smile, and the red corners of his clothes curved like wings in the wind.He came in front of Xie Ling, raised his hand as a salute, then murmured, "Junior Feng Lue is practicing sword?", stood still, and looked at Xie Fengxuan very carefully.

He watched Xie Fengxuan turn around backwards, the edge of the sword deflected, and it came out flat.

"Junior Feng Lue's swordsmanship is really well practiced." Xiao Xun said in admiration.

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