Long Junchen came to this nameless village and was used to the loose rhythm of life in this village. However, he always felt a little painful every night because of the injuries he had suffered before. In the most painful nights, he could only try to hold his knees with his arms, curled up into a ball, and tremble. For some reason, he always wanted to hum the songs he had heard when he was a child, some were sung by his mother, and some were sung by his uncle to Zhuanxu. She couldn't even remember many songs, so she could only half-sing and half-sing.

As he sang, Long Junchen would think of some beautiful things, and he would get through them again, slowly calm down, and gradually fall asleep. In his dream, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, not only because of pain, but also loneliness. In the morning, everything would return to peace.

After a few rooster crows, there was a voice in the village gradually. Dazhuang, the old Litou family, rushed to Gao, the butcher who killed sheep, to buy mutton, such as tofu Xishi, bun Xishi, and bake Xishi. All kinds of beautiful bosses also began to "chew their heads and figures", using their beauty and the delicious food to attract the crowd. A few young men were busy on the streets, preparing to open the door to do business after dawn, and shouts gradually sounded, and the people in the village began to get busy.

Long Junchen held a bowl of mutton soup in one hand and a piece of cake in the other. He squatted on the threshold of the backyard, eating it in a sensation. The oil soup was dripping all over the bluestone steps, and there was no concern. Through the bluestone steps, there was a slope with two and a half acres of tomatoes and half a tea tree. Following the bluestone road in the middle, there was a river that was not wide, with clear water and willows swaying.

At this time, the sun was rising, and the water vapor on the river surface was filled with golden light, reflecting everything around. The wild flowers were blooming on both sides of the river bank, and the water birds rose and fell, which was very poetic and picturesque. Long Junchen looked and thought while thinking, looking at the swans swaying on the river surface, it was quite fat. It should be very good to catch two and roast them.

After a bowl of hot soup, Long Junchen burped, then picked up a lotus leaf to cover his eyes, lay on the straw mat on the haystack, stretched his arms against his ears, his feet merged, and his toes down. His whole body was as straight as a line, as if the body could be extended infinitely. The feeling of muscles and bones, coupled with the warm sun, the fragrance of lotus leaves was like a bone drinking wine, the beauty of a little drunk and slightly drunk, forgetting the pain of last night's refreshing night.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the door. The sound was not loud and very rhythmic. Long Junchen's mouth curled up slightly and said lazily, "Enter."

Yu Tongtong pushed open the door and walked in according to the previous agreement. Behind him, he was carrying an ancient sword, which was a gift from Long Junchen. Today, he was going to start teaching Yu Tongtong's sword technique, sword technique, sword consciousness and sword heart.

Long Junchen looked at Yu Tongtong in front of him and felt relieved. Today was his first time practicing sword. Long Junchen did not ask him to do any other moves. He just asked Yu Tongtong to lift an ancient sword with one arm and stood for half an hour. The sword body could not be slanted, his arms could not be shaking, and his body could not be shaken. As a result, Yu Tongtong did not disappoint Long Junchen. He persisted until an hour later and fainted on the spot. However, the sword in his hand was not tilted. To be precise, it did not even tremble.

Long Junchen looked at Yu Tongtong who couldn't get up. Although his tender face was closed, he still showed an innate stubbornness. He clenched his lower lip with his upper teeth. He walked over and pinched the boy's stiff right arm as hard as iron, and was amazed. He was indeed gifted and he read it right. If this boy had mastered it, he would probably be able to wrestle the arm of Chu Liuyun and Chu Sanjian in the world.

Long Junchen began to ask Yu Tongtong to repeat four boring actions, prick, twitch, chop, and sweep. One action after another, there was no time to rest, prick three thousand, thrust three thousand, thrust four thousand, thrust four thousand, thrust, break front, thrust, break side, chop, break up, sweep, and prevent back, one move after another, was boring, but Long Junchen insisted on let Yu Tongtong insist on doing these four actions.

After several months of this, every day at dawn, Yu Tongtong would go to the secluded courtyard where Long Junchen lived to start practicing swords. Every night, he staggered away, and the ancient sword in his hand never left for a moment. Yu Tongtong's arms were sunburned into bronze and became stronger and stronger. The blue veins in his hand rose like a green snake. If some scars were added, they would be no different from those brave cavalry in the northwest.

"Yu Tongtong, do you know that there is a kind of person in this world that is very different from ordinary people?" In the garden, Yu Tongtong sat on a rattan chair, and his fat body almost filled the entire chair. A few months after Long Junchen came, he taught swordsmanship. In the next few months, Long Junchen did not continue to let him practice swords, but asked him to study the way of heaven every day and calm his heart. During this period, after Long Junchen came, Yu Tongtong's family's food improved significantly. The thin boy at the time has now become quite strong and even a little fat. He is probably because he hasn't practiced swords for too long. In addition, because of that incident, he has developed some resistance to Long Junchen himself.

Long Junchen looked at Yu Tongtong on the rattan chair, narrowed his eyes and looked at the latter with a very surprised gaze. Yu Tongtong's eyebrows were full of the simple and harmlessness of a child, but his eyes occasionally showed a bit of deepness that was not his age, a deep and extremely sadness.

Yu Tongtong seemed not to hear Long Junchen's words, but just looked at a certain point on the ground. Long Junchen threw a stone at him. Yu Tongtong finally came to his senses. Looking at Long Junchen with high crown and gorgeous clothes, he drooped his eyelids silently, and he didn't feel very interested, and he answered seriously: "I know."

Long Junchen felt that Yu Tongtong was mixed with an extremely impatient look when he talked to him. He frowned and had to swallow the words that had already run to his mouth back to his stomach. However, he was still a little unwilling to give up and forced a smile and asked, "Yu Tongtong, do you really know?"

A young man from a small town with a mysterious background, his eyes were cold. He paused and said without raising his eyelids: "Do you want to say that some people in this world are different from ordinary people. They can practice, live forever, refine chaos, fight through the world, and ascend to heaven and earth?!"

Long Junchen smiled, nodded, clapped his hands, and said in surprise: "Yes, it seems that you still have a necessary sense of smell in the world of cultivation, so this is also the reason why I took you to the dragon blood magma. You must know that I and you are not the same as ordinary people, but as for why it is different, I cannot give you a clear explanation for the time being."

When Yu Tongtong heard the four words "difficult" and finally raised his eyelids. He glanced at Long Junchen from the corner of his eyes, and seemed a little absent-minded and out of the way. This did not seem to be disrespectful to Long Junchen, but he seemed to be distracted by something and was unwilling to speak.

Long Junchen didn't know where Yu Tongtong got his temper, so he forced himself to suppress the urge to curse in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and said openly: "Then I will open the skylight and speak out. During this period, I will stay at your house to teach you the art of practicing Taoism and the methods of breathing. There is no nerves, including taking you to that place. There is also a reason. You heard Yu Tongtong clearly, you are different from those people, so I want to cultivate you. In other words, you did not belong here."

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