[Sword III] Self-cultivation of brain-damaged fans

The collapse of Jiang Han's mentality is only a momentary thing. The most important thing right now is not to vomit blood for his own stupidity, but how to get back the muddled words he said.

In case Chunyang and Hidden Sword Villa become hostile, it will not be easy to be kind.

Although she regrets not being able to become the owner's domestic chicken, she still knows the most basic sense of responsibility and identity obligations.

——In this life, life is Chunyang’s domesticated baa, and death is Chunyang’s roasted sheep.

emmm... It seems that something is not quite right.

Wait, bridge bean sack, now is not the time to think about this! ! !How to fool the male god's father, he was actually just a slip of the tongue! ! !

No matter how you look at it, what Wo Cao said just now was ironic at the male god, right? ! ! !Wo Cao male god, listen to my explanation and don't hate me——! ! !

Jiang Han stared silently.

But in the eyes of Ye Mengqiu, the eyes of this tall and lonely beautiful woman suddenly became unfathomable.

It seemed to be in a trance, and also seemed to be whispering unconsciously, Ye Mengqiu could only hear her whispering, "...Impossible... The result of my divination should be..."

Before the words fell, the woman came back to her senses, pursed her lips as if she knew she had slipped her words, but she lowered her eyes to avoid Ye Mengqiu's probing gaze.

Keke, just click and stop, and the rest depends on the other party's own imagination.

After all, although she is a sheep, she has really learned nothing in all these years except swordsmanship and pretense. wxya

But in fact, Ye Mengqiu was as careful as a hair, and naturally discovered the reticence of the taciturn woman in front of him.

Ye Mengqiu has always been a gentleman, so he should have disclosed this matter considerately, so as not to embarrass the girl.

However, although he has neglected his eldest son Ye Ying for many years, he did not have no expectations for this son at all. It was just that he had higher expectations when the eldest son was born, and he became more disappointed when he found that he had no successor.

——If there is a glimmer of life, why would he give up the eldest son who he once regarded as the continuation of life?

Before Ye Mengqiu had time to consider the pros and cons, the words had already blurted out:

"If it's about dogs, can the girl tell Yu Ye?"

"Your Majesty also knows that secrets must not be leaked, but the matter of the dog has been a heart disease of mine for many years. If I make the girl difficult, I am truly sorry."

No, there is nothing to reveal. In short, your son is a little dumb, nonsensical, and a bit out of his mind, relying on the theater in his head to blow up the audience, but he doesn't know how to tell you.

The one who must not reveal the secret is actually you who smashed it! ! !It can only be understood but cannot be conveyed in words, do you understand? ! ! !

He's just a lone genius whose cute body can't keep up with the speed of his brain!How can mortals like you and me understand the vastness of the rivers and the sea of ​​clouds in the heart of my male god? ! ! !

Jiang Han's heart was full of bullshit, but he was already on the verge of riding a tiger, so he had to pretend to be aggressive.

"This... is really hard to explain. I wonder if Master Ye can let me meet the eldest son? After all, I am not good at learning, so I am afraid that the divination may be wrong."

——QAQ labor and management are really not good at learning skills, you always don't go to my master and brother for verification!

Naturally, Ye Mengqiu couldn't wish for it. After Jiang Han arranged the disciples of Chunyang who came with him, he followed Ye Mengqiu into the inner courtyard with a cold expression on his face.

Ye Ying was left out in the cold by Ye Mengqiu for six years. Although no one was embarrassed about her daily life, the courtyard next to the Sword Tomb still seemed a bit desolate compared to the elegant atmosphere of the Hidden Sword Villa.

But even so, when Jiang Han saw the young man with his back to them standing under the flower tree holding a sword and watching the flowers, he still felt a tug in his heart, as if the softest piece of flesh and blood had been touched.

The big owner she admired was strong, calm, firm, calm and humble.

He believes in the way of a gentleman and has righteousness and family and country in his heart.

She used to think that he was a nine-day banished immortal who was not stained with dust, but he was not, he was just the son of Ye's eldest son who held the sword and watched the flowers under the flower tree in the Hidden Sword Villa for half his life.

——The master Ye Dazhuang who realized the way of the sword of wisdom by watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, but finally chose to protect the sword in order to hide the sword.

——For this, I bound my feet.

—and blinded by it.

I don't regret it either.

Jiang Han thought that after so many years, she had practiced Taoism for a long time, and her Taoist heart was firm and resolute, and some obsessions from her previous life should gradually fade away.

But no, obsession is obsession after all.Fading does not mean disappearing, as long as there is a little spark, it will still start a prairie fire.

She thought of her previous life. During the most painful and tormented years, she looked up to the people in front of her and survived - instead of choosing a more cowardly escape and bowing to reality.

Could it be that she admires him so much because she longs for his firmness and strength, and hopes that one day, she can become a person like him?

There is no admiration and respect for no reason, and there is no looking up and chasing for no reason.

Even if she is standing here now, her martial arts is higher than his, and her status in the world is higher than his, Jiang Han knows that she can get to where she is today because she is chasing in someone's footsteps.

She looked at him, the corners of her eyes slightly moistened, and she had to lower her eyes to suppress the sourness that swept up at that moment.

She was used to that person's always strong and generous back, but when she saw this thin young man, an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

Seeing him like this, she really wanted, really wanted to——

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——Raise a child who looks like a male god_(:зゝ∠)_

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Wait a minute, bridge bean sack, what is going on with this inexplicable Mamasang mentality? ! ! !Could it be that my true love is Ye Mengqiu? ! ! !

Although I heard that most of the fans are divided into wife fans and mother fans, isn't this change too inexplicable! ! !

Wait, Jiang Xiaohan, wake me up, that's your male god, your male god is the one you admire and chase after, Master Ye, why did you see the live-action version, not a girl's heart but a mother's love? ! ! !

At this time, Ye Ying, who was only 14 years old, didn't know that for a moment, his brainless fan struggled and fell hopelessly into the team of his mother's fans. When he found someone entering the courtyard, he happened to look back.

Under the rain of flowers all over the sky, standing not far away was his father whom he deeply felt ashamed of, and a strange beautiful woman.

Her appearance was beautiful and cold, like frost and snow. The eyes staring at him were calm and gentle, but with an inexplicable warmth and affection.

——That is the tenderness that almost drowns people in it.

Ye Ying hugged her sword, lowering her warm brown eyes slightly.

He raised his feet and walked in the direction of the two, saluted slightly, and said, "Father."

After finishing speaking, he kept silent. Ever since his father discovered his mediocre aptitude in swordsmanship, the father and son had never spoken in a pleasant manner.

Ye Ying doesn't know how to describe his understanding of the way of swordsmanship in words. He is not mediocre, but his thoughts are faster than his body's movements, which makes him appear extremely clumsy.

He is a real wizard of swordsmanship, born with a pure heart, flat-minded but in harmony with the way of heaven, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the son of swordsmanship.

But now, the only one who knows this is Jiang Han, who has read half of Ye Ying's life from the perspective of a bystander.

The second famous sword competition was a turning point in Ye Ying's life. Aunt Gongsun, who wandered here accidentally, met Ye Ying and couldn't help but praise her, which made Ye Ying regain his father's attention.

But in this situation, Jiang Han can only replace Aunt Gongsun to complete this turning point of fate.

She has a very high status in the world, and she can barely be regarded as the same generation as Ye Mengqiu, but in terms of internal strength cultivation, she is still quite immature-so I can only find another reason.

"Young master Ye, I'm going to Jianghan." She clasped her fists in a respectful gesture, bowed slightly, and stared into Ye Ying's eyes.

Ye Mengqiu was surprised in his heart, he didn't understand why she lowered her figure so low and treated her so politely.

Ye Ying was also slightly taken aback, he didn't know the identity of the woman in front of him, but she was able to walk side by side with his father, she must have a high status - there was no need for her to do such an outrageous behavior.

Ye Ying's eyes are slightly closed at this time, a pair of warm brown eyes are like frozen amber, which is a kind of beauty that is full of beauty.

However, the 14-year-old boy, standing there without saying a word at this time, has a little bit of peace and tranquility.

Jiang Han shook his head slightly, but said in a concentrated voice: "I have a few questions I want to ask young master, I don't know if young master can cooperate with me, just nod and shake your head."

This request was obviously inexplicable, Ye Ying turned her head to look at her father, but seeing that Ye Mengqiu was silent, she just nodded her head obediently as her father's acquiescence.

"Can you write down all the swordsmanship taught by Master Ye to Young Master?"

Ye Ying quickly raised her eyes to glance at Jiang Han, nodded and said, "Yes."

"The Four Seasons Sword Art is the true inheritance of the Ye family. It has the true meaning of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Do you think this sword art is perfect?"

"no."

"Does the young master think that the Four Seasons swordsmanship is flawless?"

"……Yes."

"My lord, do you think that the Four Seasons swordsmanship can be improved to a higher level?"

"Yes."

"The flaw lies in the sword technique itself or in the understanding of the true meaning of the four seasons?"

"the latter."

"Young master uses the sword, do you feel that your mind is turning a thousand times, but you can't do it?"

"Yes."

"Son..."

Jiang Han asked one question after another, and Ye Ying became calm from the initial rigidity, and he answered decisively without hesitation.

Those eyes that were as deep as amber also shone with a slight light.

He realized that the woman in front of him was helping him, helping him express the realizations in his heart that could not be expressed in words through questions.

He has a plain heart and conforms to the way of heaven, but plain does not mean cold.

He knew that he could not bear the responsibility of being the eldest son. Ye Ying always felt ashamed of his father who placed high hopes on him, and his second brother Ye Hui who didn't like to learn swords but had to hold a sword because of what he did.

But even so, he couldn't think of any other way except to accept it.

He was extremely dull, speechless, and unable to express what was in his heart, so no matter whether it was his father or his brother, no one could see the tranquility in his heart.

But the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, every word and every word hit his heart.

Ye Ying was also a child once, and she also experienced the undeniable suffering, and felt guilty that she was ashamed of her father's high expectations.

That's why he can clearly feel what is the most rare and precious.

——How fortunate to have a bosom friend?

Jiang Han's questions got deeper and more detailed, but they didn't put too much burden on Ye Ying. Apart from nodding and shaking his head and making some choices, he didn't have to worry about the woman's thoughts being diverted. track.

In other words, the woman already had the answer in her heart, and she was just guiding herself and pouring it out to her mouth.

"My lord, do you think the flaws in the Four Seasons swordplay lie in the turning point when the four sets of swordplay are integrated into one, or are there flaws in each set of swordplay?"

"former."

"May I ask you to demonstrate it, sir?"

As soon as Jiang Han finished speaking, Ye Ying suddenly pursed her lips and kept silent again.

Jiang Han sighed slightly in his heart, but he knew that if he didn't come up with some evidence, it would not be enough to convince Ye Mengqiu after all.

"Young master, don't worry, you just need to demonstrate your sword skills, no matter how slow you are, it will be fine."

Jiang Han is also a swordsman, so she naturally knows where Ye Ying's biggest shortcoming is right now—it is precisely the phrase "Holding the sword to watch the flowers, but not making one move".

His mind is faster than his body, and ordinary people can only gain the Tao after practicing swordsmanship, but he did the opposite. He realized the truth of the sword, but he did not train this mortal body well.

His physical fitness can't keep up with his mind, so he needs to make up for it through exercise, but he was neglected by Ye Mengqiu for several years. The gap between them is no wonder that Ye Ying became famous ten years later.

But after all that, Jiang Han didn't want to force him, but there was encouragement and expectation in his eyes.

Ye Ying stood with her sword in her arms, silent for a long time, after all, she didn't want to let her father down again.

He drew his sword out of its sheath, and swung it slowly as his heart moved.

Sluggish, rigid, lifeless, and disorganized—no wonder Ye Mengqiu despaired of his aptitude, Ye Ying wielded the sword too much like an ignorant child.

"Slow down, slow down." Jiang Han watched him practice sword patiently, and when he stopped, he said, "Please demonstrate again."

"Please demonstrate again."

Time and time again, if you change someone else, I'm afraid your mentality will collapse.

But Ye Ying's mind is always calm, and she repeats it again and again, without any impatience or anxiety, and her expression is always flat.

When he stopped again, Jiang Han finally stopped asking him to demonstrate again. She just turned her head to look at Ye Mengqiu who was always silent, and said, "Master Ye may remember?"

Ye Mengqiu was taken aback for a moment, frowned slightly, but still nodded his head—he is a master of swordsmanship, so this trivial matter can't help him.

So Jiang Han laughed.

Her appearance is cold and beautiful, as far away as a cold mountain, as cold as a jade tree, at this moment she bent her lips and smiled, she was a little as stunning as Xiao Tianguang.

"Then please Master Ye forget his Four Seasons swordsmanship, and practice the swordsmanship again according to Mr. Ling's swordsmanship."

As soon as she finished speaking, both father and son were slightly taken aback.

Ye Mengqiu no longer hesitated, drew his sword out of its sheath, and followed Ye Ying's sword path, demonstrating the sword technique once.

Ye Mengqiu's rehearsal was many times faster than Ye Ying's.

The seemingly unknown swordsmanship, once accelerated, reveals its smooth and firm nature.

When the sword stopped, Ye Mengqiu stood on the spot holding the sword, his eyes were complicated but ecstatic.

"The original swordsmanship of the four seasons combines the warmth of spring, the cruelty of summer, the tranquility of autumn, and the coldness of winter. It can be said that it is wonderful."

Jiang Han expressed his feelings almost with a sigh - she may not have many strengths, but she has really put in a lot of hard work in the way of swordsmanship.

"But Young Master Ling integrated the four seasons into one year."

——Every succession is seamless, in his eyes, it is not the four seasons, but nature.

——That was the sword technique that Ye Ying developed after six years of deliberation in this lonely courtyard, regardless of whether it was cold, hot, dry or prosperous.

——Only by comprehending the principle of reincarnation, having a mind that coincides with the way of heaven, and possessing the wisdom of Zhongzheng and peace, can this almost perfect "Four Seasons" swordsmanship be perfected.

"The talent of the eldest son is really hard to come by."

Jiang Han said the last sentence with a smile, leaving the father and son with their eyes facing each other, and took their leave first.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

When Jiang Han coldly returned to the room arranged for him in the Hidden Sword Villa, he lay down on the bed as if paralyzed.

After a long time, she struggled and rolled like a dried salted fish dying in the sun.

"Ah, god, I'm sorry you stole the plot of Aunt Gongsun, but I'm not as famous as Aunt Gongsun, did I unintentionally lower your compulsion!!! No——!!! QAQ"

#Go to Qingchi with your body, and hang yourself on the southeast branch. #

#友友, have you ever experienced despair? #

# Excessive salt in the body has nothing to say to you. #