Tang Yuan hadn't seen Qingjun for a while, and Qingjun still had that world-weary face that no one could approach. No matter who sees it, there will be a feeling that he owes Qingjun 18 million.

"Do you want to eat something, talk while eating?" Tang Yuan invited.

"Let's talk about whether you learn or not, and then talk about anything else. Qingjun said lightly.

"As the saying goes, you don't have to be pressured by more skills. Tang Yuan smiled and asked with great interest, "What are you studying?"

"Edgeworthiness!"

Qingjun's expression was light and expressionless.

"Learn the sword?"

Hearing this, Tang Yuan's heart shook violently, and the eyes that looked at Qingjun became extremely the same.

There is Hexin in front, and Qingjun in the back.

Thinking of Hexin's intention to give the Qing God Rune, how could Tang Yuan not know that Qingjun had the same idea as Hexin and was worried that he would die young.

If Hexin's behavior is the icing on the cake, then Qingjun's move is tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

The Qing Shen Rune is dispensable to Hexin, and it may not be very important, but the Imperial Sword Technique is Qingjun's means of taking care of his family, if it weren't for his concern to a certain extent, Qingjun would definitely not say such a thing.

"What's the matter, don't you want to?" Glancing at Tang Yuan, Qingjun became a little impatient.

"Of course not, I'm too willing. Tang Yuan immediately made a statement.

This kind of good thing, a fool is unwilling, he is neither stupid nor stupid, how can he refuse Qingjun's kindness?

Moreover, thinking of the scene he had seen on the old street a few days ago, Tang Yuan suddenly realized that in fact, he was not uneager for this aspect.

Qingjun intends to teach the sword technique, which is basically equivalent to sending a pillow while sleeping.

"It's good if you want to!" Qingjun bowed his head, and his expression returned to normal.

Although Qingjun knew that the possibility of Tang Yuan's refusal would not be very high, he did not know what Tang Yuan thought, that is, he was not 100% sure that Tang Yuan would not refuse.

If Tang Yuan refused, how could he save face?

"When will it start?" Tang Yuan was excited, eager to try.

"Anytime. Qingjun said casually, taking Tang Yuan's reaction in his eyes and expressing his satisfaction.

The courtyard of Tang Yuan's house is not big or small, and he can barely play it, so he leads Qingjun home, Qingjun naturally has no opinion on this, and he can't use a sword in public.

When she got home, Chu Luyue heard the movement and came out to take a look at it, and then she lay on the sofa and continued to play the game.

Tang Yuan was not surprised, but Qingjun, his eyes were suspicious.

"Do I have to buy a sword?" Tang Yuan said after thinking of something.

"Not necessarily!"

Qingjun casually untied the sword he was carrying behind him, handed it to Tang Yuan, and motioned, "You use this sword." ”

As he spoke, Qingjun walked to the side, broke off a branch, shook it twice, and commanded, "Let's start." ”

Tang Yuan's whole person was confused, how should he start?

I don't know if there should be a mantra or something?

Qingjun hadn't taught anything yet, and he didn't know how to do it at all.

"Attack me with your sword, whatever you do. Qingjun has already entered the state, following the teachings.

Tang Yuan glanced at the branch in Qingjun's hand, then looked down at the sword in his hand, and thought to himself, but you said it, don't blame me for destroying flowers with my hot hands...... No, the hot hands are ruthless.

Qingjun's sword has a lot of weight, it is heavy in his hand, Tang Yuan has never used a sword, and there is no way to pay attention to the posture of holding the sword, so he can only use the most comfortable posture to carry the sword in his hand.

Exhaling and exhaling, Tang Yuan took the sword and slashed at Qingjun's head and head. "Bang!"

Qingjun took the branch and twitched it at will, which was to swing away Tang Yuan's attack, and said in a deep voice: "Tang Yuan, you are using a sword, not a knife. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Tang Yuan didn't think there was any difference between the two, so he raised his sword and slashed again.

Tang Yuan didn't understand the sword and naturally had no rules, but what he lacked most was strength, so even if he used the sword in his hand like a burning stick, it was still strong and heavy, and it was not so easy to deal with.

Seeing that Tang Yuan didn't plan to change Qingjun, he was speechless, but since Tang Yuan didn't care, Qingjun didn't care, anyway, he had a way to make Tang Yuan make a change, in the final analysis, it was less bitter.

"Smack!"

The soft branch appeared out of thin air and slammed straight into Tang Yuan's wrist.

Tang Yuan was in pain, and couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, and the sword in his hand was almost about to fall to the ground.

"Come again!"

Tang Yuan was a little unconvinced, he had killed a few S-level anyway, he was not weak, there was no reason why Qingjun was so strong, it was outrageous.

Like a tiger descending from a mountain, Tang Yuan rushed towards Qingjun with his sword, full of might, at least it looked quite bluffing.

But you can't bluff Qingjun.

In Qingjun's opinion, Tang Yuan's behavior was simply to send people's heads.

Since Tang Yuan took the initiative to give away people's heads, how could it not be fulfilled, and the branch in his hand stretched straight and stabbed Tang Yuan's throat.

"Not good!"

Even if it was a scramble, it made Tang Yuan's face change miserably, and he staggered back, his neck suddenly tilted to the side, and he barely avoided Qingjun's attack.

"That's not right!"

Tang Yuan muttered in a low voice, looked at the sword in his hand, and was silent for a while.

Tang Yuan had a feeling that when Qingjun handed him the sword, it was not just a sword that was handed to him, but also the restraints brought by this sword.

No matter what he did, he couldn't let go, and he was bound by his hands and feet.

On the contrary, even if Qingjun uses a branch as a sword, he is like a fish in water, because the sword is Qingjun's weapon.

The comparison between the two, one trade-off, naturally makes him look very vulnerable, and he is far from being able to play his true level.

"This is what Qingjun intended?"

After reacting, Tang Yuan suddenly understood, why Qingjun did not teach the technique, but let him raise his sword to attack, which was clearly to let him understand it in advance.

If it weren't for that, even if Qingjun taught the technique, I am afraid it would be like a chicken and a duck.

"Don't hesitate. Qingjun urged.

"Good!"

Tang Yuan nodded vigorously, no matter what, let's cut it first.

There is no reason why he can't cut Qingjun with a real sword, as long as he can force Qingjun back once, it will be regarded as a phased victory.

Tang Yuan thought so, and did the same.

So Tang Yuan is no longer so tiger, it seems that every time he attacks, he is babbling, but in fact, there are many words in his heart, and there are mostly temptations.

Qingjun's eyes were bright, and from his point of view, Tang Yuan was definitely not a so-called genius, because Tang Yuan's progress was very insignificant.

But Tang Yuan has one thing that few others can compare, that is, Tang Yuan knows very well what his own advantages are, so even if he is bound by the sword in his hand, Tang Yuan is barely able to fight with him on an equal footing.

Moreover, as the advantages continued to expand, Tang Yuan actually began to look for his flaws.

Compared with talent, this point is even more important to Qingjun.

Water is impermanent, and soldiers are impermanent.

Even if it is the same swordsmanship, it is often very different if it is performed by different people, he taught Tang Yuan to practice swordsmanship, not Tang Yuan copied and pasted, but hoped that Tang Yuan would place his own ideas.

Obviously, Tang Yuan's idea is not a half-star!

"Smack!"

The soft branches whipped on the sword, Qingjun used the branch as a sword, and the speed of the sword became faster and faster unconsciously, but at the same time, every time the sword was moved, it became more and more concise.

Tang Yuan dabbled in this way for the first time, and he categorically couldn't understand the subtlety, but it didn't matter if he didn't understand, because when he was immersed, Tang Yuan could easily detect it, and every time Qingjun took out his sword, it was a degree of discipline.

It was an intentional teaching, just like a teacher teaching students how to write a good hand, gradually, Tang Yuan was not so reckless, and every time he took out the sword, there was a taste of rules.

The rules are not in the swordsmanship itself, but in Tang Yuan's quietly, he paid more attention to the sword in his hand, and the way of making the sword seemed to be not much different, but he also understood some skills in using the sword.

I have to say that Qingjun is the best teacher, although Tang Yuan may not be the best student.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

The strong wind was howling, and Tang Yuan and Qingjun hit from one side of the courtyard to the other side of the courtyard, back and forth, leaving footprints on the ground.

"Smack!"

The branch was in Qingjun's hand, as if it had eyes, and it was unexpected, it was clearly attacking Tang Yuan's lower body, but it was a sword momentum that turned into an attack on Tang Yuan's upper body.

Once he was stabbed, Tang Yuan's body would inevitably have an extra bleeding hole.

Tang Yuan didn't panic at all, let the branches stab, and swiped a backhand sword towards Qingjun's throat, this is a lose-lose play, Tang Yuan knows that he is taking risks, it is like stepping on a tightrope, but he has to do it.

"Smack!"

Qingjun took half a step back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, and took advantage of the situation to put away the branches, slightly exclaiming: "Tang Yuan, in fact, you are a genius!"

Qingjun originally thought that Tang Yuan was not a genius enough, but the slap in the face came too quickly, Tang Yuan was a genius, a rare genius.

"Prizes, prizes!"

Tang Yuan also put away the long sword, squinting his eyes and being happy.

It turned out that Qingjun would also praise people, Tang Yuan had never known about this, and for a while, Tang Yuan looked at Qingjun's world-weary face, which was much more pleasing to the eye.

"Is this pride?"

Qingjun sneered, "The sword path is complicated, broad and profound, at the moment you can't even use the sword, and you haven't been able to touch the threshold." ”

"It's okay, I'm a genius anyway, that's what you said. Tang Yuan said with a smile.

Qingjun was speechless for a moment, what is the situation when Tang Yuan is so happy, could it be that he has never been praised before, but it shouldn't be?

At least someone should praise Tang Yuanchang for his good looks.

Although Qingjun never thinks that good looks are an advantage.

However, Qingjun had a cold temperament, and after a little thought, he shifted his attention, raised his hand and pointed to a fruit tree in the courtyard and said, "Seeing that the tree is not, find a point, until you stab a hundred swords in a row, and a hundred swords are also stabbed in the same position, and the basic assessment will be passed." ”

"Okay!" Tang Yuan was no longer poor, and responded with a straight face.

He didn't understand anything, so naturally Qingjun would do whatever he said.

Looking at the fruit tree at this time, Tang Yuan had a little headache, Qingjun's requirements didn't seem too difficult, but to really achieve that level, what was tested was not only arm strength and eyesight, but also a test of endurance.

Without patience, it is simply not possible.

And whether he has that kind of patience, to be honest, Tang Yuan is not confident.

After giving a word, Qingjun didn't say a word, turned around and left, as for his sword, he stayed.

Tang Yuan rested for a while, just carried his sword and walked quickly in the direction of the fruit tree!