In the small courtyard, Qingsha held her chin and sat on a small bench in the eaves.

Originally, in this small courtyard, there were only two people, her and Fengchen. There are many kinds of chairs. The most comfortable is the purple bamboo recliner under the rattan trellis.

Fengchen played a habit that he learned from his grandfather Feng Yuanhao, that is, he sat on this chair and drank tea with Erlang's legs crossed when he was fine.

When I was a teenager, I looked like an old lady.

And Qingsha likes to sit on a small bench under the eaves. Fengchen used to move a wicker chair for her in the yard, but she moved it again. Then every time, Fengchen sat on the recliner and pretended to be a grandfather, she curled up on the small bench and watched with a smile.

When he saw that the tea was gone, the water was gone, so he ran as fast as he could. When the summer is hot, he also takes a big pu fan and fans Fengchen.

"Live like a stupid little daughter-in-law who doesn't live in the middle of winter!"

Fengchen scolded her before.

She was not annoyed, she pointed a finger on Fengchen's body, sent the blood of the heavenly demon over, and saw Fengchen lying there wanting to die, so she took Fengchen's arm, buried her face in him, and giggled.

Laughing wildly.

However, I don't have to play anymore.

Qingsha pouted and looked at Fengchen in the yard.

I came back very late last night, and before dawn today, Fengchen was already up. At this moment, he was standing in the courtyard, holding a black short sword in his hand, gesturing.

He's learning swordsmanship.

This set of swordsmanship is very familiar to Qingsha. It is the ancestral [Wind Resisting Sword Technique] of the Feng family. It is an untold secret that only the patriarch can grasp.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shangxue actually passed on the swordsmanship to Fengchen.

Qingsha heard that there is a second-level sister version of this set of swordsmanship, called [Tempest Swordsmanship]. It is derived from the derivation and streamlining of a certain part of the Wind Resisting Sword Technique.

On ordinary days, it is usually a major day in the clan, and the elders are in a good mood, so they demonstrate the [Tempest Sword Technique] to the disciples of the clan.

And ordinary people from the Feng family, if they don't enter the martial arts, they won't be able to learn this set of swordsmanship.

But first of all, it is not easy to enter the martial arts, in addition to reaching the realm of personal strength, you must also make a lot of contributions to the family.

Secondly, even if you enter the martial arts hall, you can't learn the Wind Sword Technique all at once.

The swordsmanship is divided into three parts: upper, middle and lower.

Ordinary martial arts members, at most learn the upper part. If you accumulate meritorious service and are promoted to the first level of martial arts commander, you can apply for the middle part.

As for the lower part, it will have to be after becoming an elder.

The conditions of the [Tempest Sword Technique] are so harsh, it can be imagined how precious the Wind Sword Technique, which is the highest secret sword technique of the family.

But now, Fengchen is learning the sword technique of resisting the wind.

After Qingsha saw him get up, he took out a divine seal stone, and while using his divine thoughts to investigate from time to time, he gestured with a black short sword in his hand.

At first, he was messy. The short sword in his hand is like a stick in the hand of a child, flying in the air, drawing a chaotic trajectory. I couldn't understand what he was doing. It's not so much a move as a flurry.

But the strange thing is that he can dance exactly the same way with this kind of flurry.

At that time, Qingsha didn't see that this guy was practicing swords.

"What are you doing?" asked Aosa.

"Practice the sword!" Feng Chen's face was serious.

"What sword?" Qing Sha was dazzled by his dance, and his face was stunned.

"Wind Resisting Sword Technique!" Feng Chen didn't look back.

"Fengchen," Qingsha was angry, and when she was angry, she would call Fengchen instead of the young master, "You haven't seen the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, have you?"

"It's really the Wind Resisting Sword Technique......" Feng Chen looked constipated, "However, this is the upper part." You have to learn this before you can learn the rest of it. ”

"How many are there?" asked Qingsha.

"Upper, middle, lower, three. Fengchen said.

"You can practice one like this, and if you add up to three, how many moves do you need?" Qingsha looked suspicious.

"Three thousand strokes in the upper part. Feng Chen said, "But when you get to the middle, there are only eighty-one moves." ”

Qingsha frowned: "The upper middle part adds up to three thousand and eighty-one moves?"

"No, it's the three thousand moves in the upper part, and the eighty-one moves in the middle. Fengchen said as he danced wildly.

It seems to be very mysterious. Qingsha's eyes widened: "What about the lower part?"

"Nine moves!" Feng Chen looked strange, looked at Qing Sha and said, "You don't know my father's Nine Styles of Wind Resistance?"

Qing Sha then remembered.

The nine styles of wind and snow and wind are not famous in the world, but at least everyone in this Fanyang City knows it.

She felt as if she was a little stupid, her face was red, but she didn't admit defeat in her mouth, and said with a pout: "I thought you were talented and would have one or two more moves." It turned out to be nothing remarkable. ”

Fengchen continued to dance.

Qingsha is good at everything, but when she is fine, she will deliberately find fault and use strong words. Something wrong with idleness. Just ignore her.

"Eh," Qingsha saw that Fengchen ignored herself, sat on the small stool, a little restless, and asked, "Young master...... Didn't you use a gun?"

Her voice was soft and penetrating, and some of the words were in a special tone. After finishing speaking, he bit his lip and smiled.

Fengchen, who was dancing wildly, almost went mad.

"Witch, shut up!" Fengchen almost stabbed with a sword. glared at her, and it was easy to regain his mind and continue to practice his sword.

After dancing like this for a while, his whole body gradually immersed himself in swordsmanship, and before he knew it, he entered the realm of meeting gods. It was almost two hours before he stopped.

"Finished practicing?" Qingsha said in surprise.

She watched from the sidelines. At first, I saw him dancing wildly, and later, the moves gradually became simple and clumsy. By the end of the day, it was hard to see what the move was.

I just feel that every sword that comes and goes, giving people a feeling like a breeze, gradually blending into heaven and earth, shadowless and invisible.

Fengchen thought for a moment and nodded.

"Will?" Qingsha's eyes widened, "Entry?"

Fengchen thought about it again and said: "Eight moves to get started, one move to get started." ”

"Liar!" Qingsha jumped up, and the small bench fell to the ground with a snapping sound.

How is the sword technique of resisting the wind, Qingsha doesn't know. But she heard that the children of the Feng family also need a year to get started when they practice the Hurricane Sword Technique.

Now among the Feng family's martial arts leaders, some of the people who have practiced the upper and middle two parts of the Tempest Sword Technique have been more than ten years, and they have only reached a small level.

The Wind Sword Technique is far more profound and mysterious than the Wind Sword Technique.

Fengchen danced like this all morning, and said that he would do it? And there is a trick that has reached the rough pass?!

"It really will. Probably because of the Divine Realm......" Fengchen couldn't explain the matter of the memory fragments in his mind, so he casually perfunctory and threw the short sword in his hand into the air.

With the rough passage of the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, the Sword Technique has already formed a mysterious magic circle on the spiritual platform. and Dajue marksmanship, wind and snow marksmanship and Lingyun duel are lined up. When Fengchen runs the spiritual platform, the sword technique is naturally urged.

Feng Chen's right index finger and middle finger were brought together, and he pinched a sword trick. An invisible force suddenly connected with the [Ghost Child], and the small black sword sank slightly in the air, but instead of falling, it floated up, with a taste of eagerness.

"Want to try it?" Fengchen looked at Qingsha, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Try it!" Qingsha didn't believe in this evil, jumped out, and a ribbon suddenly appeared in her hand, and without saying a word, she wrapped herself around Fengchen.

This waste young master of his own family, how many years has he been wasted. Now it's getting her a little unaccustomed.

The previous little trash was a little cuter. Now this guy is not only not affected by the Heavenly Demon Blood, but he can also do it with himself.

In just a few months, what happened to be promoted to the middle level of the human realm?

What's the deal with entering the Divine Realm anytime and anywhere?

What's the matter with the Divine Servant?

What's the matter with learning a profound swordsmanship with 3,000 moves in a few hours?

These are enough to make people jealous, and now they can actually do it with this girl, and they have a long ability! If you have the ability, you can become bad?!

Teach him a lesson!

In the blink of an eye, the ribbon was already like a spirit snake, circling around Fengchen's space several times, sealing his position in front and back, and at the same time, one end of the ribbon cocked up and slapped towards Fengchen's face.

Slap you!

Fengchen cast Lingyun Duel, his figure floated up, and at the same time, the sword trick in his hand turned, and the ghost boy swooped in front of the streamer, swinging his tail in the air, and slammed the ribbon head away with the hilt of the sword.

"Bump me with your ass?" Aosha pouted, jumped up in the air, and jerked the streamer.

Like a winding dragon, the ribbon rolled out several waves in the air, and then the lead position separated, from the bottom to the top, like a hand into the wind.

Plug in the eyes!

Feng Chen smiled and stretched out his hand, grabbed the flying short sword, and slammed it in front of him.

This is a very simple move, horizontal in the middle of the forked streamer, just to block the attack of the ribbon in the eye.

However, in the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, this is one of the starting moves.

Between heaven and earth, the wind has no direction and no shape. I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I'm going, suddenly I'm going to the east, I'm going to the west. Warm, cold, gentle, or violent. or hot on the face, or cold to the bone. Or roaring straight ahead, or tornado nine days.

The so-called wind control is to drive, change, borrow, and integrate. It can be welcomed, it can be smooth, it can be called, it can be drummed, it can be beaten, it can be multiplied, and it can be reversed...... The ever-changing existence is in one mind, which is to resist the wind.

Nine Styles of Wind Resistance [Wind Slash]!

As soon as he grabbed the sword, Fengchen's entire aura changed.

Then, with a sword, he slashed down.

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