After wearing a book, I fell in love with an old man in the fairy world

The cultivation skills are boring, but the eloquence of the teaching brothers is still very good, and no one in the hall dozes off after taking turns explaining.

Even mourning is quite interesting to listen to. It would be even better if these senior brothers don't become narcissistic without finishing their sentence.

The whole morning passed, and the afternoon was the most important and wonderful swordsmanship teaching. Everyone didn't eat lunch. Those who could fasted would eat bigu, and those who couldn't fasted would eat bigu pills. They resolutely didn't waste any time on training and learning.

Everyone thinks it's normal, but Lian Mourning, who came from another world, is full of complaints. He doesn't have any big hobbies. After starving for ten years in the last days, his greatest wish is to eat and drink enough for the rest of his life. However, when he wears it here, he has to live without food. , Obviously the food is right in front of you!

But no matter how sad he is in his heart, he still has to follow the trend under the general environment.

Fortunately, he dared to be very interested in learning sword moves. He wasn't sure if he could practice the cultivation of immortals after wearing it back, but the martial arts moves could still be practical after returning.

Although the apocalypse of the real world is over, it is impossible to restore the once stable civilization all at once. There are no zombies, but there are still many threats of strange beasts hiding in the mountains and forests.

So no matter what, the more abilities and means of self-protection, the better.

He won't stay here forever, he doesn't belong here, he wants to go home, he has his own things to do, he promised his mother... not to break his promise.

Like Lian Mourning, the others are also looking forward to the teaching of sword moves.

The senior who is not for anything else but only for teaching is a senior in the Nascent Soul Stage, Yan Xiu, a well-known genius disciple of the Righteous Way Sect, has a taste of star effect.

"We are really lucky today. I just heard that Senior Brother Yan only comes once a year, and we bumped into it all. You said how lucky you are..."

"Who says it's not? I heard that Senior Brother Yan has excellent aptitude, and he formed a Nascent Soul at the age of only a hundred years old. In the early stage of Yuanying, you can't continue to break through, Senior Brother Yan can be said to be the darling of heaven..."

"That's right, envy, jealousy, fate..."

Everyone moved the teaching place to the martial arts training ground, chatting and discussing in low voices, with endless words of envy.

It is very interesting to hear all kinds of rumors from the people around.

Lian Mour also nodded in agreement in his heart, and had to admit that Yan Xiu was the darling of heaven. As a male protagonist, how could he be competent without some special talent in this kind of world where strength is the most important thing?

But generally speaking, Yan Xiu's cultivation to the late Yuanying stage at the age of a hundred is still very commendable and enviable.

Lian Mourn praised in his mind, and upon hearing that, Feng Yan responded with a calm voice,

"What is there to praise? As a single spiritual root, if you don't give birth to a baby at a hundred years old, you are lazy and have a problem. The road to immortality is really difficult after the Nascent Soul. Transforming gods, refining emptiness, fitting into one body, and ascending to the Mahayana, he still has something to gain There is a way to go, this deity is only [-] years old now, and he is only in the late stage of fusion..."

The calm tone, the faint voice, but no matter how you listen to it, there is an inexplicable taste of disdain and modesty and arrogance.

"Senior, aren't you jealous?"

Lian Mourning revived his spirit, and Le Zizi called out in his mind.

Feng Yan paused for a moment before speaking in a calm and unchanging tone, "This deity is only speaking the truth, what qualifications does this little junior have to compare with this deity."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

"Make it up, senior, you can continue to make it up, I believe you are a ghost... But then again, senior, you are three hundred years old, tsk tsk tsk, old man."

Lian Yule sighed.

The voice of the ruthless and high-cold boss recognized by Mo Dao was broken, "This deity will meet a ghost when I meet you!"

"Well, senior, you have the truth, but let's not discuss this issue in depth. The supernatural event is too scary. Let's continue to talk about you. You are really over 300 years old? It doesn't sound like it sounds, but monks seem to be unable to see it. In terms of appearance, senior, please tell me about your experience of living for so long. I am a little curious. We have known each other for so long. Don’t be stingy. Share your life experience with me. You are over three hundred years old I'm an old man..."

His answer was silence.

Feng Yan didn't want to answer, fearing that he couldn't help but lose his composure again.

Why is he old? He is only three hundred years old. The average age of young people in the world of cultivating immortals is over five hundred. How can he be considered an old man?This demon man!

But he didn't want to talk, Lian Moo was in high spirits, and he was doing two things at once, listening to lectures and deserting at the same time.

"Senior, senior, please stop talking, let's discuss, you must have lived more than 300 years of life experience, tell me what you have seen, what you have seen, what you have eaten, let me open my eyes..."

"Hey, I'm so stingy, I don't even want to share interesting things, so let's talk about other things, um, do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend is also fine, uh, I guess you didn't understand, it means wife, wife, concubine, Don’t tell me you are over 300 years old?”

"..."

"Don't talk... Then... Is there really no? Impossible! Damn, you are a 300-year-old virgin?!"

The devil who can't bear it, "It's common sense for those who have not leaked their Yuanyang to practice twice the result with half the effort!"

"Yeah, I know what I know, common sense, you don't need to emphasize it so loudly, but you are more than 300 years old and you still haven't leaked Yuanyang... Do you want to see a doctor?"

"I'm fine!" he roared, almost gnashing his teeth.

"Senior, your voice sounds a little bit annoyed. You can't really... You are an old man. Don't be shy. Your body is the most important thing. Only I know this secret, and I promise not to tell others."

"..."

There was no sound, the devil chose to play dead.

Then no matter how you call, you will not make a sound, this day is dead.

Not getting a response, always talking and chatting alone is exhausting and boring, and it is still time for desertion, even Mourning can only regretfully end today's entertainment and relaxation time.

Since the devil is so shy and unwilling to share interesting life experiences with him, we can only save the topic for later, he is really curious.

But now you have to keep going.

This is a short time to go, but at the other end, Yan Xiu's theory of sword moves has been explained, and the demonstration stage begins.

Because it was just a demonstration of sword moves to avoid accidental injury, Yan Xiu sealed his spiritual power and replaced it with an ordinary wooden sword, so as to ensure the safety of the onlookers.

The disciples also held their breath and watched carefully.

In the center of the martial arts training ground, a young man in white holds a sword in his right hand, and his left hand is behind his back, standing like a green bamboo pine.

The simple posture seems casual, but the sideways, angles, and the strength of the tendons are all precise. It is such a sword-holding posture that cannot be achieved without decades of precipitation practice.

"This move I practiced is not an esoteric sword move, it's just a common sword move that is widely seen in swordsmanship, but the way is simplified, the simplest is the hardest, I will only do it once, you are optimistic, you can understand How much is the capital of your understanding..."

Yan Xiu stood tall, his face expressionless, and his plain voice penetrated into every ear.

Everyone was solemn, and even Mourning put away his thoughts and focused on watching.

"The essentials of swordsmanship are only three moves..."

After the words fell, three seconds later, Yan Xiu's figure started to move.

I saw the other party's indifferent temperament suddenly changed, and the bland water eyes burst out with icy coldness.

Turning the wrist, the wooden sword pulled out the simplest stabbing sword flower, then turned around and slashed to the ground like a long knife, and the sword blade stabbed countless times at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Every time the stab turns, there is a deep trace on the ground, which is innumerable.

The cold light was endowed, and the sword energy radiated everywhere. In Yan Xiu's hands, the ordinary wooden sword was like a divine sword that cut iron like mud. With the last move, he slashed across the air, and the huge stone on the edge of the training ground was split in half by the sword energy.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless are the unchanging tenets of martial arts all over the world.

The onlookers exclaimed, full of excitement.

My God, is this a monk in the Nascent Soul stage?Just a few simple and ordinary moves can produce the taste of a peerless sword manual. No wonder it is rumored that Senior Brother Yan is a rare sword repair genius in Zhengdaomen.

"Okay, good swordsmanship!"

"It's such a beautiful trick!"

The excited disciples completely forgot that they were observing and learning, and clapped their hands one by one as if watching a monkey show.

Especially the female disciples, many of them covered their chests with red eyes, as if they were about to be overwhelmed by their idols.

"One more! Brother Yan, one more!"

Gong Changjun, a little rabbit with no brains, even jumped up excitedly and shouted, it's so beautiful, he has never been out of the house since he was a child, and he has never seen such a beautiful dance of swordsmanship, oh oh oh.

Hearing the sound, the excited crowd suddenly fell silent: ...

Su Jianqing pulled his hand down with a dull face, and accepted his fate to accompany him to meet the strange eyes from around.

Yan Xiu turned his head and looked at them with calm eyes.

Everyone was wise and unified in silence, secretly poking their fingers and making circles.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

"Yue, Brother Yue, Brother Su, what, what's the matter? Why are you silent..."

The sudden weird atmosphere made Gong Changjun finally stop his excitement, he pulled the sleeves of his companions, Lian Miao and Su Jianqing, a little perturbed and at a loss, and asked cautiously.

The confused Gong Xiaodi was extremely disturbed at the moment, he felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit wrong.

Wasn't it still lively just now?Why is it suddenly so quiet?Did something happen that he didn't know about?

Gong Changjun looked around anxiously, and to describe his mood more concretely, it was like during the final exam, when you saw everyone around you using rulers, but... you didn't know why you used rulers at all.

"puff"

Lian Mourn really couldn't help laughing, in the lifeless orthodoxy, Gong Xiaodi was the clear source of happiness, he was the perfect partner to form the evil duo.

However, the result of taking pleasure in other's misfortune is to replace the offender as the blame man and be kindly named by the teacher.

"Yue Xixian, come up and explain your understanding to everyone."

Yan Xiu stared at him, one sentence successfully made him the focus of the audience.

Lian Mourning's smile was stiff, and tears ran in his heart... Could this be the legend that extreme joy begets sorrow?