Cultivation

Zhang Linggu saw Shangguan Li's sword stabbing towards him, he quickly raised his sword to meet him, but he was a step too late, and Shangguan Li's sword hit his shoulder. They used iron swords without sharp edges, although they didn't get hurt in this blow. It also made Zhang Ling's bones ache.

Shangguan Li retreated as soon as he succeeded in the move, his brows and eyes were full of complacency: "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child and my skills are better than yours. You can try hitting me with your hands."

Zhang Linggu's sword turned and stabbed at Shangguan Li, the sword in Shangguan Li's hand twisted a sword flower, easily dodged Zhang Linggu's sword, and hit Zhang Linggu's shoulder again.

Zhang Linggu, who was suffering from pain in his shoulders, finally figured out that Shangguan Li had also used the opening gesture just now, but he did not use it from the head, but from the middle. Unconvinced, he swung his sword again, and Shangguan Li responded to him It is still the same as his opening gesture, but this seemingly ordinary move, in Shangguan Li's hands, seems to have more than a dozen changes, going forward, reverse, pinching in the middle, forward and backward, every time There are different changes in the opponent's moves, and each move is on Zhang Linggu's shoulder.

Zhang Linggu was hit on the same place more than ten times in a row, and finally his hand was numb after being hit, and he lost his grip on the sword, and the iron sword fell to the ground.

He also figured it out, he thought the opening gesture was too simple, and Shangguan Li had disassembled and practiced this move for countless times, and he had already mastered all the changes of this move by heart , really put his tricks to good use.

What Shangguan Li won was high-spirited: "We who learn swords pay attention to keeping the sword in our hands. The sword is with the person, and the sword is dead."

Zhang Linggu was reviewing his impatience at first, but when Shangguan Li said this, the tenacity and aloofness in his heart were stimulated again. He bent down to pick up the sword, planning to fight until his hand is useless today, and he will also fight. Once in Shangguanli.

As soon as he touched the hilt of the sword, he saw a petal blown off by the wind and landed on the back of his hand. His expression suddenly became dazed again. He felt a gust of wind blowing in the plum blossom forest, and he stood up straight. Waist looked over and saw a somewhat blurred image.

A sword and a piece of white sleeve were stretched out in front of him, the long sword brought a gust of wind, and the wind swept countless petals flying back and forth, the petals fluttered and danced in the wind as if they were alive, the young man holding the sword led them A gust of flower wind flew up to the treetops, and danced a move in mid-air. After the move, the wind scattered the flowers and fell, and a gorgeous rain of flowers fell from the sky.

The bright boy's voice sounded next to his ears again: "Idiot, is it good-looking?"

Shangguan Li saw Zhang Linggu standing there in a daze, she was a little impatient, but she had won so many rounds, she had to show some demeanor: "If you are tired, let's take a rest."

Zhang Linggu clenched the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes and used the move he saw just now based on memory. At the beginning, the movement was so jerky that his wrist didn't know how to turn it. Halfway through the move, he suddenly felt a gust of wind around him. As he flew up, the sword moves in his hand became smoother.

Shangguan Li took this move casually, but who knew that Zhang Linggu's sword deftly circled her sword twice, and with a skillful force, her sword flew out of his hand.

Shangguan Li was stunned for a moment in disbelief, and then stomped his feet in disbelief: "You didn't use the starting gesture!"

Feng Yulou, who was reading a book on the platform of a bamboo building, looked up from her howling, but saw Zhang Linggu sitting cross-legged, with the iron sword flat on his knees, and his hands resting on his knees.

Shangguan Li was startled: "What happened to him?"

Feng Yulou came over: "He has enlightened..."

"Is this enlightenment?" Shangguan Li's blow was not ordinary. She has always been extremely strong. She started to practice martial arts when she just learned to walk. Looking at the entire Qianshan, she is a character who can punch eight people with one punch. How can she let one Zhang Linggu, who just started learning swords, has enlightened first?

Feng Yulou glanced at the petals scattered on the ground, and he asked Shangguan Li: "Just now you said that he didn't use the starting hand, what kind of sword move did he use, please show me."

Shangguan Li went to pick up her sword sullenly, she was unhappy and her sword moves were weak, and she didn't pay attention to the move just now, and she didn't look like it after dancing twice casually.

Fengyulou didn't see what was going on, it felt like Zhang Linggu was beaten hard, he made a random move but accidentally knocked Shangguan Li's sword away, and then enlightened.

He said, "I'm here to protect him. You should go back today."

Shangguan Li pouted aggrievedly and left.

Fengyulou looked down at the scattered flower petals around Zhang Linggu again, walked a few steps aside, and a sword appeared in his hand with a twist of his hand, and he danced lightly, making a move that was exactly the same as Zhang Linggu's. One move, but the sword wind he brought up was even more violent. The rolled petals formed a flower dragon, followed his steps across half of the Merlin, flew into the air and scattered into a rain of flowers.

Among the falling bright red petals, Fengyulou's face was pale and somewhat lonely.

In the following three years, all the disciples who went up the mountain together realized the Tao one after another. Although Zhang Linggu was the first one, he has not made any progress since he realized it.

Shangguan Li has stepped into the imperial realm step by step through painstaking training. He can suspend the sword in the air and stand on it for a few hours, but he can't let the sword fly up as he likes. Yuan Qi even hangs a bunch of small things by his side every day. Like a peacock with its tail open, lest others would not know that he has stepped into the imperial realm with half a foot.

Zhang Linggu felt depressed and could only chop bamboo.

Now he cuts bamboos in a different way, standing on a bent bamboo tip, and then he cuts the opposite bamboo, and every time he cuts on the same node of the same bamboo.

Bamboo joints are the hardest part of bamboo, and the bamboo tip that shakes unceasingly with a little force under the feet, if you want to cut the same place every time, not only strength, speed, steady hand, boldness, but also hard work and practice. A day of hard training.

Zhang Linggu was sweating profusely from chopping, Wang Linhai strolled over under the moonlight: "You are alone, where is Yue Shenxi?"

"Going to play with the dragon horse." Zhang Linggu stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

In addition to Longma and the crow who followed them up the mountain, there are several animals with spiritual apertures on the mountain. Two monkeys cook in the kitchen, and a few snow foxes are responsible for daily cleaning. The lynx was a spiritual pet, and after living on the mountain for a long time, Yue Chenxi was no longer so attached to Zhang Linggu, but mixed with these animals every day, but she had to be next to Zhang Linggu to fall asleep every night.

Wang Linhai saw the sweat on Zhang Linggu's forehead, and he sighed: "It stands to reason that you are so diligent and willing to endure hardships, even if the demon bone swallows your cultivation base, your realm should not stagnate."

Zhang Linggu didn't talk to him. After getting acquainted with this master uncle, he knew that this was just a boring chatterbox. He could chat with anyone for two hours. He jumped off the bamboo tip and dropped the ax to pick up the long sword.

When he was practicing swords in the plum blossom forest for the past three years, he could occasionally see a sword and one and a half moves in a trance. These were drawn and pondered in his mind day and night, which really made him perform three and a half moves. Although the moves were incomplete, he felt that the sword moves were infinitely varied.

Every time he feels depressed, he only needs to dance these three and a half moves once, and his mood will be greatly relieved.

Today, Zhang Linggu was not in a good mood. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes calmly, his eyes were clear, the sword moved, and the wind moved with the sword, as if he was enveloped by a layer of wind. , separated from all things in the world, forming a climate of its own.

When the sword fell, the rolled up bamboo leaves spread out, and a rain of leaves fell, which was very beautiful.

Wang Linhai fell from the bamboo tip: "Why don't you dance in the back? This set of Tingfeng swordsmanship is very beautiful. If you want to dance, just finish dancing."

"Listening to the wind sword technique?" Zhang Linggu heard the name of this set of sword techniques for the first time. He always felt that some of the origins of this set of sword techniques were unknown, so he didn't dare to ask Fengyu Tower about it. Perform in front of people.

Seeing Zhang Linggu's surprised look, Wang Linhai made a very accurate guess based on his intuition developed over the years of gossip: "There are a few changes in your sword moves that are a bit wrong, and the sequence is not right... This set of listening to the wind sword technique It wasn't taught to you by Fengyu Building... Where did you learn it from?"

Zhang Linggu thought for a while, and told Wang Linhai what he saw in a trance. As for what the young man said every time, he thought it was irrelevant, so he didn't say it.

After Wang Linhai heard this, he was silent for a while, and then suddenly sighed: "Probably we all made a mistake. I'm afraid you didn't enter the way of swordsmanship."

Zhang Linggu didn't quite understand, he obviously realized the Tao when he was fighting with Shangguan Li: "Then what kind of Tao am I entering?"

"Have you ever felt like you have a yin and yang eye? Have you ever seen a ghost?" Wang Linhai asked in deliberation.

"Aren't you the one?" Zhang Linggu took a sip of water from the cowhide water bottle, planning to pack his things and tell Shen Xi to go back to sleep last month.

"The person you saw may be Xiao Erzi." Wang Linhai said hesitantly.

"Second son?" Zhang Linggu didn't quite understand.

"Feng Yu Lou and Sheng Bei's second senior brother, Yu Yuanzhou, the second apprentice of my short-lived senior brother." Wang Linhai seemed to have made a lot of determination before he said: "Ziweixing has a sword array that guards the mountain and the Big Dipper It takes seven disciples to perform the array, so each generation accepts seven disciples. Your master’s generation is really full of talents. The boss has a down-to-earth personality and only practices geomancy and astrology. Fengyulou is obsessed with swordsmanship, and Shengbei is too young Haven't enlightened yet, the other four are all amazingly talented swordsmans."

He sighed: "It's not enough to describe the double cultivation of swordsmanship. The four of them are involved in Taoism, formation, astrology, and swordsmanship, and they have learned everything very well. That year, when they appeared in the immortal meeting Just showing up has amazed the eyes of countless people."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of moonlight, rubbed it in his hand, and then sprinkled it out, like a handful of silver powder, which was fluttering in the air: "If they have passed by here, they can draw a rough outline. .”

The first to appear was a boy with single eyelids, with a nonchalant smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, playing eighteen tricks with a folding fan in his hand.

"This is the fourth son, Qi Yunfan."

Next came Mingying, without Zhang Linggu's thick and colorful beauty, but the lightness and liveliness of a girl in pink and willow waist.

Then Wu Jiuzi appeared, a skinny young man with a confident look, who did not have the downcast appearance of a drunkard later on, he was so high-spirited that he didn't know what to say, the smile on the corner of his mouth before it disappeared made Zhang Linggu's eyes blurry.

Just when the fourth boy was about to form, Zhang Linggu suddenly felt the demon bone on his back tremble, and he threw himself on the snow and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Shen Xi!"

The author has something to say: Yuan Qi: "Master Uncle, what is your spell to recreate the previous scene? I really want to learn it, can you teach me?"

"Come on, turn on your mobile phone, click on the device connection in the settings, go in and turn on the screen mirroring of the mobile phone, that's it!" Wang Linhai: "Memory reappearance, scene reappearance, pictures, videos, whatever you want to see, whoever clicks on it I know."