Yan Zhengming slowly wiped his wooden sword with a piece of silk, and watched the junior brothers practice swords for a while.

The junior brothers' swords were pure jokes. In addition to Li Yun, they looked a little bit human. The other two little things were basically two big monkeys holding sticks, and they were juggling with wooden swords. The master was still correcting their gestures of holding swords.

The master said to this later: "Although the wooden sword is merciful, the sword is really not eye-catching. Be very cautious when it comes to swords and weapons - Cheng Qian, don't press your fingers against the blade, can't you feel the ten fingers in your heart?"

After a while, he said to the one: "There is a heavy sword in the East China Sea, and I just held it with both hands. Xiao Yuan, I think you are not practicing swords, but making irons."

Sometimes he had to tie his arms and ran around to rescue Li Yun's stolen stick and fire: "Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, oh, be careful to poke your eyes!"

...It is like saying that "unbearable" is simply to praise these little kids.

Young Master Yan's eyes turned around and finally fell on Cheng Qian, looking at the child a few more times.

He knew the fact that he was a playboy, but he thought that he was a playboy and did not harm the world, and it did not disturb anyone. So he felt at ease, never repent, and kept pace with the times and became more and more serious with his mood.

At the same time, Young Master Yan also admitted that he was a little superficial - he was very self-aware of himself and knew that he had basically nothing at all, whether it was "learning" or "character". Since he himself did not have these two things, it was not convenient to be too demanding of others. Therefore, Yan Zhengming's likes and dislikes towards a person naturally had only the "face-looking" one.

According to this standard, in his eyes, Han Yuan and others are unforgivable.

"Looking at people's faces" is Yan Zhengming's ironic principle of dealing with people. In this regard, he is only willing to give exceptions to two people: one is the master and the other is Li Yun.

Even though the master looked so evil, Young Master Yan had practiced with him for eight years and was almost spoiled by him. He was very close to each other, so he was willing to forgive this one side.

And Li Yun...even though Li Yun looked so slutty, Yan Zhengming decided to be irrelevant with him. That guy was really a bad guy.

As for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming actually liked him, otherwise he would not have given him candy like a flowering iron tree as soon as he met - but unfortunately his third junior brother didn't appreciate it.

Of course, this is very limited. After all, Cheng Qian is still young, and it is unknown whether he will be beautiful or disabled in the future. It is not enough to make Young Master Yan interested in staring at a little broken child waving a wooden stick.

The junior brothers in the yard raised by the master were running noisily. Yan Zhengming was holding his wooden sword in vain, standing aside in a dignified manner, thinking about his unyielding progress.

Yan Zhengming has been practicing swords with his master for almost eight years, and Fuyao Mu Jian has only barely reached the third move.

Although the master gestured to the starting stance and turned into a five-animal show for middle-aged and elderly people, the sword technique itself is not ridiculous.

Yan Zhengming was not the ignorant little beggar Han Yuan. Before joining the Fuyao Sect, his family hired him the best swordsman. Even though he was not good at learning skills, he was not blind.

There are five styles of Fuyao Wood Sword, namely "A thousand miles of journey", "Searching up and down", "Things go against your wishes", "Surviving from the peak", and "Returning to the essence". Each style has twenty-five moves, countless changes. As he grows older in recent years, Yan Zhengming sometimes has the illusion that this sword technique contains the world and everything in the world. Stop and think about it carefully, and countless subsequent possibilities can be derived.

But his master never talks about these things. Mu Chun can only tremble and understand the basic tricks of the rest by himself.

After several times, Yan Zhengming wanted to ask why he refused to take apart the exquisite sword moves and explain them in detail, but without exception, the old weasel pretended to be crazy and foolish.

Yan Zhengming thought for a while, stood up, and tried to walk the third way "things went against my wishes."

It's not glorious. Even though he neither pursues literary success nor martial arts, he is lazy, but he has been stuck in this move for two years and is a little embarrassed.

I don’t know who gave the name of this move “thing goes against my wishes”, but it was really appropriate. He corrected it countless times, but he just didn’t know where he was stuck. The awkward feeling lingers in every move.

Yan Zhengming stopped halfway through practice, staring at his wooden sword and frowned.

The Taoist boy and the maid who were waiting for the battle rushed up quickly, fanning the sweat and wiping the sweat.

Unfortunately, this time the flattery hit the horse's legs. The young master had a bottleneck in his practice of swords. He was already impatient. After being mixed up by these idiots, he couldn't catch the faint inspiration in his heart.

He waved his hand suddenly and shouted in a bad voice: "Go away, don't get in the way! You are not allowed to come over when I practice swords in the future!"

The maid Xiao Yuer asked timidly: "Young Master, is this a new rule?"

Where did this come from? Just because Young Master Yan was idle and had no trouble, he set a lot of "rules" - such as clothes and shoes must be of the same color, when should he come up to comb his hair, how many times a day for the desk in the study, how many times a day when he got up early in the morning to drink a cup of herbal tea that he had to sip... etc., it was all his own creation.

If you have a bad mind, you may not even remember it. The emperor may not have many problems with him.

Before Young Master Yan's face could recover, as soon as he touched his upper lip, a new rule was freshly released: "When I practice swords in the future, I will not ask you to come around at will, and I will see my eyes."

Unfortunately, Cheng Qian was shocked when he heard this sentence. He didn't expect that the eldest brother actually knew what "seeing eyes" means.

True Man Mu Chun who was leading Cheng Qian coughed dryly next to him and shouted, "Advisor."

Yan Zhengming turned around and his eyes fell on Cheng Qian. The child didn't look at him directly. He looked like he had never seen the world before. He lowered his head "shy" and followed his master step by step.

... "shyly" mocking the many strange situations in the sects in places where others cannot see them.

Mu Chun pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Your second junior brother can't take care of you alone. Please give me some advice to your third junior brother later."

Li Yun was not only unable to take care of him, but he was almost taking Han Yuan to the room to remove the tiles.

Yan Zhengming had not yet mastered his sword moves and had no idea what others were feeling. He frowned without covering up when he heard this, and arrogantly ejaculated at his master.

Little did he know that the person who was more resentful than him was Cheng Qian. He didn't understand why the master refused to give him advice. What can the elder brother do?

Can he look high in the mirror?

However, Yan Zhengming did not refuse his junior brother's face in front of his master. He suppressed the objection that he almost wanted to blurt out and asked patiently: "Master, it seems that something is wrong with my 'thing goes against my wishes'."

Mu Chun asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Nothing is right, and the whole body is not smooth. When Yan Zhengming practiced this move, he felt as if the rivers were going against the wind, and it was extremely difficult.

But although he understood in his heart, he could not describe his mysterious and mysterious feeling for a moment. He had thousands of words under his tongue, and he didn't know where to start. In the end, Yan Zhengming blurted out as if he was possessed by something: "It seems... it's not very good-looking."

Cheng Qian, who was watching coldly, confirmed again that this senior brother was just a big fool wearing gold and silver.

The master smiled and tried Tai Chi, saying, "Hastyness is not achieved, you can wait for this move."

True Man Mu Chun is always a virtue. This bullshit master. No matter what questions his apprentice asks, he never answers directly. Gao Xuan must have a big frivolous approach.

Although Yan Zhengming had long been accustomed to this, he still couldn't help but ask in half a coquettish question: "When will it take?"

True Man Mu Chun said in a gentle voice: "Wait for you to grow a few inches taller."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

As lazy as him, he always wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors for a few days a month.

After saying that, Mu Chun threw Cheng Qian to our "Treasure of the Sect" in an open manner, and Lei Ran returned to the pavilion to have tea.

The Fuyao faction implemented the ancient tradition of "the master led the door and practiced in the individual". The master of Chai He Bangzi never showed any real talent and knowledge. He always used a shelf to put a big frame for them, and he ignored anything that was filled in the big frame.

Yan Zhengming glanced at his solemn third junior brother in dismay, and had nothing to say to this little thing. He looked for a place to sit down like anger, leaning against the stone table on the side without any shape. A Taoist boy came forward, took his wooden sword away with both hands, and wiped it carefully with white silk.

Dao Tong had probably never taken care of his own face so gently.

Then, Young Master Yan, who had already sat down, didn't know what happened, and stood up like a corpse-scammer.

He frowned and gave an unhappy glance to Xiao Yu'er next to him, but refused to give a reminder, which made the little girl look pale under his eyes and was at a loss and almost cried.

In the end, Xue Qing, who was waiting for Cheng Qian next to him, couldn't see it and whispered: "The stones are cold."

Only then did Xiao Yu'er remember that she had let their daughter sit directly on the stone stool and cold him!

She quickly committed suicide by committing crimes, and went forward cryingly, and took action like lightning, and put three layers of mats on the young master.

Yan Zhengming then glared at her. The boss sat down with dissatisfaction and raised his chin weakly at Cheng Qian: "You practice, I'll see, I don't know how to ask."

Cheng Qian directly treated his senior brother as a turbid air that hindered the audio-visual, and did not even respond to the voice. He made up his mind to ignore the other party and devoted himself to his wooden sword.

Cheng Qian had been climbing on a tree to eavesdrop when he was a child. At that time, he had no books or books, and it was even more impossible for him to ask questions, so he stole a unique skill that he could never forget.

The master's demonstration was so quiet and gentle. When Cheng Qian recalled a little, the every move of Mu Chun was arranged in his mind.

He carefully imitated his master's trembling movements with his memory at all times, so that he could correct it himself before the dog behind him licked the door curtain and opened his mouth to correct it.

The monkey felt ashamed of this imitation ability when he saw it. Yan Zhengming was a little careless. Over time, his eyes slowly focused on Cheng Qian - the little boy even opened the first moves according to the master's formula and practiced them.

He would practice the moves he disassembled in his master's slow way several times. After getting familiar with them, his eyes suddenly became sharp. At that moment, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but put down his hand reaching towards the tea bowl - he found that the spirit hidden at the tip of the sword was extremely familiar, and this kid was imitating Li Yun!

After all, Cheng Qian was an imitation. In addition, he was young and lacked enough strength, so he was far from Li Yun's desperate young aura. However, as soon as the spirit was added, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly changed - it seemed as if it was a piece of paper spread on the ground, but at this time it gradually bulged up and had a three-dimensional shape!

The shape is still vague, because not only compared with Li Yun, Cheng Qian's sword, but whether the basic moves are accurate is still to be discussed.

Yan Zhengming touched something at that moment, and he felt that he could see the sword intent of Fuyaomu Sword clearly.

The sword intent is not a peach on a tree or a fish in the water. Without decades of kung fu, it is impossible to condense the sword intent without the realm of unity of human and sword. As for Cheng Qian, of course, it is even more impossible for the little boy to show off any "sword intent". It is already very good that he can hold the sword firmly and not shoot himself in the foot.

However, the "Pengxing Wanli" style is very cleverly in line with the young man's mood when he first entered the immortal sect. Yan Zhengming remembered his feelings when he saw the talismans all over the mountains, which were fresh, curious, and irresistible imaginations about the future...

Perhaps it cannot be said to be "sword intent", but the Fuyao Wood Sword itself secretly matches the mind of the sword-holder, and it is the sword technique that guides the person holding the sword.

Yan Zhengming stood up at once, watching Cheng Qian's sword, and by chance he touched something he had been puzzled before - the invisible and intangible changes in the sword technique, and why his master never explained it - because the sword technique itself is alive.

Why did Yan Zhengming feel that he was unable to follow his strength from the second form of "Searching for the upper and lower searches", and the third form of "Things go against their wishes" is even more unsustainable - because he neither knows the feeling of searching for the upper and lower searches, nor understands what it means to go against their wishes.
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