The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

Feng Chiling raised her head slightly to look at Shangguan Yun, and suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled off his skirt, and said angrily, "Can you cover your mouth when you sneeze?"

Since he had just woken up, and his voice was a little hoarse, Shangguan Yun realized that the senior brother was woken up by himself and did not notice his intentions, and immediately said in a good voice: "Senior brother, I was wrong, I will definitely cover it in the future." Mouth, you continue to sleep."

Looking at his cheeky face, Feng Chiling felt a headache, and immediately pushed him and said, "You're still sleeping, what do you want to do here?"

If he hadn't sneezed from such a close distance, considering Feng Chiling's sleep depth, she might not have woken up.

Shangguan Yun's ability to lie is like an old horse knowing the way, waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, I just want to see what is written in the senior brother's book. Speaking of which, senior brother, why didn't you tell us about the master going down the mountain to eliminate the demon. I'm still waiting for him to teach me swordsmanship."

Feng Chiling twisted her sore neck, and said, "Why, you want to learn swordsmanship in such a hurry, can't you read these books?"

When he said this, his eyes alternated back and forth between Jing Wuyou and Shangguan Yun's faces.

Jing Wuyou kept silent and did not move, but Shangguan Yun nodded frantically and said: "Brother, I think you are not young, and you must have a long time under Master's sect, why don't you teach me?" Teach us swordsmanship!"

The muscles under Feng Chiling's mask twitched, and said, "How did you talk?"

Although he has lived for two hundreds of years, this is only limited to "hundreds of years", and he has not broken through a thousand years, so how can the word "old" be involved.

Shangguan Yun flattered and said: "I'm praising senior brother that you are very capable. Your swordsmanship must be on par with your master. Show us your skills and open our eyes."

Feng Chiling readily accepted the compliment, and said with a smile: "Well, since you want to see it so much, then I will do as you wish."

So, he stood up, walked straight out of the wooden house with his hands behind his hands, Shangguan Yun and Jing Wuyou hurriedly set off to follow after seeing this.

It was raining lightly outside, and the rain fell on the ground and splashed huge drops.

Jing Wuyou looked at it for a while, and then said: "Brother, wait until the rain stops..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Chiling put her hand on top of his head and rubbed it blindly, causing Jing Wuyou to frown, with a strange expression, but she didn't move to resist.

After he rubbed wantonly for a while and retracted his hand, an icy-blue sword aura lingered around his wrist, and several illusory ices in the air gradually took shape. Suddenly, a frost-white silver sword that seemed to be made of ice was born in the sky. In Feng Chiling's palm.

It was chilly, chilly.

The two junior brothers were shivering from the cold, before they took a breath to warm up, rubbed their palms, and folded their arms to keep warm, Feng Chiling had already stepped into the sky-filled water environment from under the eaves with his sword.

The black hair flutters and the water color is lightly painted.

The rain kept falling, and the jade hands circled so that the ice sword in the hand flashed like lightning, cutting off the falling water droplets.In less than half an hour, those raindrops that were supposed to settle down and turn into dust turned into dots of crystal and solidified in the air.

How much is there, how much is condensed.

The dense water spray is covered with a thin layer of ice, and the peach blossom trees on the mountain are faintly swaying, scattering delicate petals, flowing with the wind, interlaced with the blue ice crystals and rolling in the sky.

Su Xue turns around, and delicate flowers adorn each other.

One person, one sword, clouds flying in all directions, like a beautiful painting.

Faced with this situation, Shangguan Yun stared blankly, his mouth was slightly opened, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he couldn't utter a word.

And Jing Wuyou's situation was not much better than him, his eyes fixed on the water-colored figure spinning in the rain scene.

The skin of the person in his eyes is as white as snow, and he is wearing a light blue water suit that has never been seen before or since.

Different from his second senior brother who was labeled as a dandy, Jing Wuyou was neither stupid nor dumb. Instead, he looked carefully, held his breath, and took in all the small details.

When he saw his elder brother dancing his sword in the rain, not a single drop of rainwater wet his clothes, but turned into ice crystals floating beside him.

Although the sword was made of ice, it looked extremely light at first glance, but it was swift and fierce when it was drawn, making it unstoppable.

The sword stopped, and the body didn't stop. The moment Feng Chiling stopped dancing the sword, she rushed into the eaves of the wooden house like the wind and like a shadow. As expected, there was no water stain on her clothes, and she was still very romantic.

Feng Chiling withdrew the Suxue sword, said with her hands behind her back: "I haven't used a sword for decades, it's a little unfamiliar, you can just watch Le Yile as if it's nothing."

To pretend to be aggressive, you have to pretend to be capable, so that you can bluff people.

Shangguan Yun was still in a state of stupidity, Jing Wuyou was the first to come back to his senses, he suddenly grabbed Feng Chiling's sleeve, starlight appeared in his dark eyes, looked at him with incomparable heat, and said: "This What's the name of the sword?"

Feng Chiling glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Su Xue."

Jing Wuyou pondered for a moment, his expression was a little hesitant to speak.

After a while, his clenched fist suddenly tightened, as if mustering up his courage, he uttered a few words: "I want to learn a little bit."

Feng Chiling laughed and said, "Just a little?"

Jing Wuyou said resolutely: "Just a little bit."

Feng Chiling: "..."

"Don't pay attention to him, I want to learn very much!" Shangguan Yun pushed Jing Wuyou away, his eyes lit up, and said excitedly, "Brother, teach me, teach me!"

Compared with Luo Xiao's written instruction, he still prefers to try to practice swords in actual combat.

Feng Chiling glanced at Jing Wuyou, and then at him.I just feel very excited, why the difference in appearance and temperament between the two is so huge.

After a while, he led two people, one big and one small, into the wooden house, turned around and sat on the reclining chair, with a proud look on his toes, cleared his throat, and said, "Have you ever touched a sword before?" ?”

Shangguan Yun hurriedly said: "When I was 12 years old, my father gave me a golden sword and hired a famous teacher. I learned a little superficial kung fu!"

Feng Chiling said: "Golden sword? It's useless, have you thrown it away?"

Shangguan Yun was suddenly depressed, lowered his head and said: "I told Master that I was not willing to throw it away, and he asked me to bury it in the back mountain soil for the time being."

Feng Chiling: "Then did you bury it?"

Shangguan Yun said weakly: "Buried."

"Oh." Feng Chiling looked at Jing Wuyou again, and asked, "What about you, have you learned it before?"

Jing Wuyou was silent for a while, then shook his head.

Feng Chiling said: "How old are you this year?"

Jing Wuyou said: "Thirteen."

Feng Chiling said: "It may be a bit late to start learning now, but it's okay."

After all, Luo Xiao said that he has excellent muscles and bones, and he is a material for cultivating immortals.Since he said it, it must be true, and he will not be exaggerating.

Out of instinct, Feng Chiling asked one more question: "Besides swordsmanship, have you ever learned anything else? For example, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

The world is so big, it is not necessary to specialize in the field of sword repair.Qin Xiu, Dan Xiu, Talisman Xiu can still be very promising, and it is easier to learn than sword repair.

Jing Wuyou nodded.

Feng Chiling changed into a more comfortable position, took out a folding fan from her cuff, and said while fanning, "What have you learned?"

Jing Wuyou took a few glances at the fan, and replied, "Archery."

Feng Chiling: "Huh?"

Jing Wuyou raised his eyes expressionlessly and repeated: "Archery."

Feng Chiling: "... what?"

Shangguan Yun clicked his tongue and said, "Didn't you just say that you haven't learned it, why do you say you have learned it now?"

Jing Wuyou put his forehead on his forehead and closed his eyes and sighed, thinking that the IQ of these two people was really worrying. After rearranging his expressions, he raised his head and explained: "It's not a sword, it's a bow and arrow."

The arrow of the bow?Is that archery?

Feng Chiling coughed twice without embarrassment, and asked: "How are you studying, are you good at it?"

Hearing this, Jing Wuyou looked down at his thinly callused hands, and after a while, he said softly, "I think my technique is not bad."

... Could it be that the eldest brother doesn't want to teach me swordsmanship, so he asks this question.

This worry was pent up in my heart for a moment, and I was hesitating, but the next moment, Feng Chiling closed his fan and said: "Okay, from tomorrow onwards, you will follow me to practice swordsmanship and archery until Master comes back."

Jing Wuyou was startled for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Eldest brother also knows how to do archery?"

Feng Chiling said with a sneer: "Of course I know swordsmanship."

This sword technique is not that archery technique.

He had never touched a bow and arrow, let alone knew how to shoot one.

But after all, he has lived for hundreds of years and has seen countless scenery in the world. Even if he has never seen a pig running, he has never eaten pork.

He still knows about holding the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other, letting go of the hand holding the arrow after aiming at the target, waiting for the arrow to leave the bow, and hitting the bull's-eye accurately all the way without hindrance, which even a fool understands.