The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The golden fire is burning, and the misty hookah is basking in the hot air, lingering in the air.

The mountains, rocks, grass and trees outside the bamboo courtyard have just been harmed by Daoist Huantian, and the towering ancient trees that originally stood on both sides of the mountain road have fallen into a mess.

The supposedly cool mountain stream was no longer sheltered, and it was a bit hot under the scorching sun.

Although the monks who established the foundation have completed the Dao body, they will still bleed and sweat despite the cold and heat.

Daoist Juechen supported her waist and clasped her hands one after another, her mind went blank.

I don't know how long I practiced the sword, but when I stopped, I was already sweating a little.

"How, have you gained something today?" Taoist Juechen asked with a smile, "Sword moves are the foundation, and every move has to be swung thousands of times before you can become proficient in your mind."

"Building a good foundation is only the first step. How to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, understand the way of the sword, comprehend the sword energy, cultivate the sword intent, and finally enter the sword realm, you can only understand it by yourself."

"There are three thousand ways, and different hearts. The same Senluo swordsmanship, you, me, Qin Shi, and Fang Xiu, each comprehend the sword heart differently, and the sword intent and sword state are very different."

The fingers holding the sword tightened one after another, and the thin sweat on the palm made the hilt a little slippery: "The disciple is taught."

He understands the truth.However, after today's sword practice, not only did he fail to enhance his proficiency in every move, he almost couldn't use a sword anymore.

As Master said, different people have different understandings of kendo.

Even with the same set of sword skills, there are slight differences in the habits of using the sword and the way of making moves.

The master led him to dance the sword, every move was the opponent's habit, which completely disrupted the rhythm of his own sword.

Not only is nothing achieved, but it causes confusion and causes regression.

They sighed secretly one after another, unable to laugh or cry.

The two stopped their swords, and Qin Shicai came up to salute and greet the master.

Daoist Juechen nodded slightly, and explained a few words to him one after another. From then on, he would give instructions like this one after another every three days.

One after another: "..."

The master has stricter requirements on him, and began to supervise and guide him to practice swords, which is a great joy compared to letting him do nothing before.

But for some reason, it also felt inexplicably that a hole had been dug for him to jump.

You can't say no, you can only say thank you with gratitude.

As the master of a peak, Daoist Juechen is busy with affairs, and being able to spend most of the day practicing swords with others is already an extreme grace.Before returning to Dust and Wind Palace, he even helped his disciple tidy up the messy skirts with great care.

After respectfully sending the master away, he looked at Qin Shi with doubts one after another: "Aren't you going with the master?"

After Qin Shi greeted him, he didn't speak any more.

One after another, it was because he was here, and it was inconvenient for the senior brother to talk to the master if he had something to say.

Qin Shi was also slightly puzzled: "Why should I leave?"

Startled one after another.Qin Shi didn't come to find his master, but to find himself.

"What do you want me, brother?"

"I..." Qin Shi was speechless for a moment, "It's fine. I'm worried that Daoist Huantian is coming to trouble you again, so I came here to take a look."

In the name of guards, they also conduct surveillance.One after another, he sneered in his heart. It was not so easy for Qin Shi to find an opportunity to kill him secretly.

Qingyan's brows slightly curved: "Thank you for your kindness, brother. Master has returned to the mountain. With him here, Daoist Huantian can no longer be as unscrupulous as yesterday."

When the golden sun shines, the thick ink that can make the sky and the earth eclipse, under the outline of the golden light, dazzles people's eyes and mind.

Qin Shi paused for a moment, his eyes drifted subconsciously, looking left and right to cover up.

After a long while, I suppressed the inexplicable panic and shortness of breath in my chest: "I don't know that Master has returned to the mountain. Besides, Master is busy with affairs and often leaves Lingyuan Peak. It's okay for me to come and have a look when I have nothing to do."

"Junior Brother..." He paused for a moment and coughed, "If you have any doubts when practicing swords, feel free to ask me. I can also answer many questions on behalf of Master, so you don't have to bother him one by one."

Just now, when he saw his master teaching him how to practice swords one after another, a feeling of envy almost so strong as to envy suddenly surged in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't know how the master teaches his younger brother sword skills.

When they first came one after another, the master also taught them hand in hand, one move at a time.

He felt that the talent was dull, no matter how hard he was in practicing swordsmanship, it was an insult to his master.

He scoffed at this, and looked down on this junior at all.

But at this moment, a somewhat inexplicable thought suddenly arises, thinking that he can also guide his junior swordsmanship like a master.

One after another, he secretly sneered again.

In the name of instructing swordsmanship, beat him up to vent his anger. Qin Shi may have tried this method time and again.

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One after another thought that the master was at Lingyuan Peak, and Daoist Huantian would not trouble him under the nose of the master.

Unexpectedly, when the sun sank to the west peak and the bird returned to its nest, the other party would appear at his door again.

"What's the matter today, Peak Lord?"

With his right hand behind his back one after another, he secretly took a defensive posture, staring at the coming person with eyes full of vigilance.

Huantian Daojun doesn't talk about martial arts, and he may suddenly violently attack him at any time, so he can't be careless at all.

Liu Chang leaned on his chin, smiled with great interest and said, "Your master came to see me last night."

I was slightly surprised one after another.

Liu Changji continued to laugh and said, "I will ask you again, would you like to join my sect instead?"

Her clear voice was stained with indifference: "I don't want to..."

The words were interrupted after half a sentence: "But I am becoming more and more interested in you, and I want you as an apprentice."

What the hell is wrong with this crazy criticism!

One after another, he cursed inwardly, if he is good at being a teacher, Huantian Peak has so many inner and outer sects with higher aptitude than him, and he can pick out a lot of them casually, and the apprentice wants to accept as many as he wants.

——In the final analysis, it was because he was the apprentice of Taoist Lord Juechen.

"Your master said that if you are willing, he has no objection." Liu Changji smiled arrogantly and domineeringly, "You don't have to feel ashamed, you can change to the master's school generously, no one dares to blame you. you."

"I don't want to."

"My lord promised yesterday that I can also give you the elixir and magic weapon that Wenfeng gave you. Not only will I not treat you badly, but I will be more caring than him."

Can this crazy group understand human speech?

Talking to himself, he squeezed out three words again and again: "No, yes, yes."

Liu Changji was not in a hurry or angry, he just ignored it and snorted, "Staying under Wenfeng's door will do you all harm but not any benefit."

He didn't intend to forcibly pull people away, and after finishing speaking on his own, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves: "I'll put my words here, and I will give you time to think about it slowly. When you think it over clearly, come to me, Chen Su The gates of the temple are always open for you."

Then the long legs took big strides and walked away on the misty clouds.

Pooh!

Facing the fading back one after another, they made a disgusted grimace.

He cursed secretly in his heart, and suddenly felt something flickering beside him.

A glance out of the corner of his eye--

In an instant, it was like being struck by hail and lightning, and the bottom of my heart suddenly went cold, and the whole person was stunned.

Fang Xiu quietly appeared beside him.

He just stuck out his tongue at Liu Changshou and made a face, and he saw it.

This kind of behavior of a three-year-old child is really embarrassing to be seen by others.

I was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to my senses one after another, covered my mouth with my fist and made two fake coughs, and changed the subject abruptly: "When did the uncle come?"

"Ah? Oh..." Fang Xiu was also in a daze, and only recovered after hearing the words, "Just now Liu Changzhi said that the senior brother went to look for him last night."

He sensed the spiritual breath sent by Liu Chang, worried that he would be bad for Lian Lian again, so he hurried over to have a look.

The two were only talking, and he cared about what the two said, so he listened quietly from the side without disturbing him.

He saw all the actions one after another, but he didn't expect to have such a childish side.

That grimace was funny...and confusing.

The bright and elegant tip of the tongue, the exquisitely carved lips, and the lucidity that is as warm as a phoenix are tempered with a bit of intentional or unintentional temptation. open your eyes.

So early?Surprised one after another.

His cultivation base is low, and he can't detect Fang Xiu's existence. It is impossible for Liu Changji to be unaware.

The person surnamed Liu knew that Fang Xiu was on the sidelines, but turned a blind eye to it, and continued to talk to himself unscrupulously, clearly not paying attention to Fang Xiu.

"Xiao Qu'er," Fang Xiu looked away from Li Lian's face, and glanced at the direction Huantian Daoist left, "I don't know why he suddenly wanted to take you as a disciple on a whim, so don't pay attention to those lies. But he has a saying It's true."

The clear voice paused slightly: "You are under the apprentice brother's sect, indeed the harm outweighs the benefit."

"Wenfeng is really not the gentleman who is so bright and bright in the eyes of the world. Under his gentle, courteous and thrifty appearance, I don't know what he feels at ease."

Startled one after another, then secretly sneered.

He has long been used to Fang Xiu sparing no effort to slander his master's reputation.

The author has something to say:

Misunderstanding Little Theater

One after another: It's embarrassing to be seen making faces.

Fang Xiu: blushing, heart beating (he's so pretty)

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