When the sunset was about to disappear, Ming Yucai carried two pheasants in each hand, and came back from the forest with a disgraced face, "On weekdays, it is so easy for the master to catch it..." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoA faint heat wave was pouring out of the basement of the hut, making the thatched hut look a little hot on an early summer evening. It was the place where the old man had reserved a refining room. Mingyu tilted his head and thought for a while, although he didn't know what the old man was doing, but he decided not to disturb him, so he sat down on the haystack next to the campfire, lit the fire, and quietly waited for the old man to come out. At this time, the old man in the basement had already melted down the magic weapon of the Northern Dark Iron obtained from Song Si, he looked at the crimson molten gold in the refining furnace, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the difficulty of extracting the materials in the magic weapon that had been formed was not as easy as finding the same refining material, in most cases, the extraction would end in failure, so in most cases, the refiners would not use this seemingly convenient method. But he didn't expect it to go so smoothly this time, the old man settled down, and began to analyze this ball of gold water and the broken sword, he planned to melt this rare refining material into the recast black sword.

Because the black sword was originally mortal iron, the process of recasting the iron sword proceeded quickly, and after Mingyu yawned a few times, the old man walked out of the basement. From the time Mingyu entered the house to the present, Mingyu had already learned to pluck the feathers of the four pheasants like an old man, and it was only half an hour. "Master..."The old man nodded, walked over and handed a black sword with a trace of earth fire in his hand to Mingyu who stood up. The black sword is still the same black body, but there are many more beautiful carvings on it than the original, and the lines are simple but elegant. The sword body is also a lot thinner, although it is still too big for the current Mingyu, but it looks more like a woman's saber, the old man secretly rejoiced in his heart, he was also one of the best refining masters in the entire Kyushu back then, and this little girl will definitely respect me, who is a master. The old man stood in place with his hands in his hands, and said: "The spring flows and the stone is like hitting the jade." This sword will be called Moquan in the future. Put on a posture of being a master, waiting for Mingyu's admiration. "Wow, Master, this sword is so much better than the original one!" the old man tilted his head and listened with his eyes closed with a look of enjoyment. "I've always felt that the original sword was too wide. I only heard Mingyu say in a very emotional voice: "It's much more convenient to string pheasants like this." After saying that, he strung all the four pheasants that had already shed their hair on the Moquan Sword. The old man twitched his eyebrows slightly, and then took the Moquan sword in Mingyu's expectant eyes, and roasted it on the bonfire, the two sat together, and the old man turned the Moquan sword in his hand, and found very speechlessly that the roasted pheasant was indeed much easier than the original.

When the two of them had eaten and drunk enough, it was almost time, and Mingyu touched his stomach with satisfaction, revealing a satisfied expression. The old man was picking his teeth with a bamboo stick, and when he saw that Mingyu was already full, he said, "Girl, go and cultivate." Mingyu let out an "oh" and sat up on the haystack. Seeing that Mingyu had already settled, the old man took out the wine gourd, and the wine he bought halfway here should have been filled in it for a long time, so he drank it in a small sip. "Time is running out for the Life Continuation Pill, I have to hurry. The old man wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and took out the jade slip of the "useless sword technique" and studied it. Explain the jade again, after entering the meditation, refer to the useless exercises of the first layer of qi training, and begin to continue to absorb the aura between heaven and earth, so that it can enter his body. The golden and blue spiritual power continued to pour into her meridians under the operation of the exercises, turning into her own spiritual power through the dantian, and the newly integrated spiritual power began to slowly further expand Mingyu's meridians and qi sea together with the earlier spiritual power in her body.

In this way, after Mingyu finished his work and entered the meditation, three days had passed, "Girl, how is your cultivation, is there any doubt?" asked the old man while drinking. Mingyu looked at the dirt on his body with disgust because of his cultivation, and replied, "Not for the time being." The old man gave Mingyu a cleansing technique, and then said, "Girl, how are you familiar with useless swordsmanship now?" Mingyu stood up and moved his legs and feet, although now every time he finishes settling, he feels refreshed, but his legs and feet will always be sore. "The first three styles are already completely good, but the last two styles always feel weird to use. "Then you play all the tricks for the old man, and I'll see." Mingyu nodded, then took the Moquan Sword handed over by the old man and waved it.

The recast black sword was even more agile and light in Mingyu's hands, and when the useless swordsmanship was a little ordinary starting hand dance, Mingyu shouted in a low voice: "First style, don't laugh at the common people." The sword momentum has changed from the agility of Fang Cai to calm and powerful, but the trajectory is tricky, and the sword is unpredictable, but it can be seen that Mingyu is still very unskillful. "In the second form, my life is up to me. With Mingyu's voice, the sword edge turned sharply, if it was the depth of the bystanders just now, then it was the fierceness of the battle now, but there was something faintly unnatural in the sword momentum, probably because Mingyu was not familiar with swordsmanship. "The third type, the sword is pointing at Biluo. In an instant, the sword swept across, and the whole sword technique became magnificent, with the tendency to question the heavens. Mingyu no longer pronounced her name after a few styles of swordsmanship, and the old man saw that she was dancing obscurily and sluggishly, and she no longer had the momentum of the three-style swordsmanship. After Mingyu reluctantly finished dancing the final fifth-style Ten Thousand Swords and returned to the sect, the old man got up and said, "Girl, you have been practicing swordsmanship diligently for the past four or five months, and these three useless swordsmanship have been used very well, but there may still be a few things missing. Mingyu put away the Moquan Sword and listened carefully.

Time flies, Mingyu practices the first three useless swordsmanship and useless heart method every day, and the old man of the wine relies on his own years of experience and his own practice, plus the detailed reference to the jade slip, to guide Mingyu to cultivate.

The master and apprentice lived like this on this Qinglan Peak for more than half a year, until one morning, when Mingyu had just completed the practice of the first three styles of swordsmanship three hundred times, and was about to go to the edge of the waterfall in the dense forest to feel the sword momentum contained in the swordsmanship, only to find that the old man was not in the house, Mingyu looked at the empty thatched hut, and panicked for a while, "Master has been bedridden for the past few days, where did he go today?" Mingyu immediately ran out of the house and searched all the neighborhoods, and there was no trace. "Master!" she shouted as she walked until she was back in the open space in front of the house. Mingyu walked to the door and saw that the door was very well locked at this time, and when she left, she was obviously in a hurry, and the door was not locked at all. "Master!?" she immediately rushed into the house, but there was still no one, "Master......" Mingyu endured her tears and didn't flow out, because Master said that she couldn't cry, she wiped her eyes, and walked to the side of the wooden bed that her master had built not long ago, "Girl, remember not to cry, to laugh as much as I do." "Girl, don't eat too much pheasant, it's not easy to catch. Mingyu stood still, her eyes flashing images of her getting along with her master, and finally she lay on the edge of the bed and cried like an abandoned child.

Not far in the air, the old man stepped on the gourd, listening to Mingyu's cry, he sighed, a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed from his mouth, he dealt with the blood stains briefly, looked back at the thatched house on Qinglan Peak again, and then turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky. Mingyu in the room was already crying hoarsely, she gradually couldn't cry anymore, Mingyu raised her head, and suddenly found a well-folded note at the head of the bed, she quickly picked it up and looked at it. "Girl, in the future, the teacher may not be able to continue to teach you, when you read this letter, the teacher is already on the way back to the Qixia faction, although the teacher wants to leave after you appreciate the sword momentum, but now he has to leave. If your injury occurs again, just like you used to use your spiritual power to activate your soul nourishing stone as a teacher before, you have to remember that your life is now in your own hands, step up your cultivation, if our master-apprentice fate is not finished, after three years, Luoxia Mountain Qixia Sect, if you are successful in cultivation, you will come here to find me. Also, the teachings of the teacher must not be forgotten, Soyu. Mingyu read the letter silently, except for the necessary information, there was no extra pen on the letter, and the master should have left in a hurry. Mingyu saw the signature "Zhou Xuanmo" at the end of the letter again, and thought of what the three members of the Song family said, "Qixia Sect Moxuan Zhenren" and took the letter into his arms, "Master, Shuyu will definitely find you." She silently wiped the tears from her face, revealing a resolute expression that did not belong to a seven-year-old child, picked up the Moquan Sword, and rushed to the waterfall in the dense forest. Three years, sword momentum, she Zhou Shuyu will definitely be able to.

The author has something to say: Yesterday I was called home by my parents, I didn't upload it in time, and I just went back to the dormitory this evening. I'm really sorry dear.