Wen Yisheng recuperated in this room for ten days, and finally was able to lift the ban, who expected that it would rain heavily this day. A person is bored, sitting in the gazebo with his cheeks on his cheeks and watching the scenery, and the days pass like this day by day.

But this is too boring for Wen Yisheng.

"Yisheng! Yisheng!" She turned her head, Senior Brother Chenxu ran towards him in the rain, and wanted to hold an umbrella to pick him up, but who expected him to arrive in a flying step.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Wen Yisheng still looked at the beads falling from the eaves, and sighed boredly.

"I said, why are you still here, the front yard is lively!" Senior Brother Chen's eyebrows fluttered and his appearance was completely different from hers.

Wen Yisheng raised his eyebrows, "The front yard, what's there to be lively on this rainy day?"

Senior Brother Chen turned around and sat down, and said carefully, "My father and your master are competing for swords, do you say it's hot...... it's lively" Before the words fell, the little figure had disappeared into the depths of the rain curtain. Chen Xu knows that whenever it comes to the head of the house, this girl is the most concerned.

The wind is gentle, and the rain is delicate. When I arrived at the front yard, there were already a lot of people around, tiptoeing to look inside, and I could only catch a glimpse of the back of the black head.

Under the sound of the wind, the young man flew up with a long sword in his hand, Elder Chen is not a worry-free guy, he has learned a martial art in Lingshan, and he has not been defeated for decades. Wen Yisheng had to worry about her master, as if every time she struck a sword, she would exclaim.

The senior brother on the side was disturbed and complained, "Senior sister, don't shout, my ears are almost ......."

She rubbed the ears of her junior brother on the side, and squeezed into the crowd with a reluctant smile and covered her mouth.

I think that at the beginning, the matter of the head of the sect saving Elder Dechen in Lingshan was spread by the rivers and lakes, and because of this, after the first battle of that day, the prestige of the head of the sect was known to the world.

It's just that over the years, Elder Chen's martial arts have also grown a lot, and Elder Chen was injured and fighting at the beginning, so today's situation is probably uncertain.

The sword pierced the sky like a rainbow, and flew down with the sound of a subtle sword sound.

It is not false to say that this kid is a natural martial arts wizard, he can't start with a single move, not from any habitual swordsmanship, and he doesn't know how to crack it. Elder Chen's forehead couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, I'm afraid the situation today is not good.

Thinking like this, a sharp sword slipped out of the rain and stabbed him in the chest. There was no time to dodge at all, just relying on internal force to retreat, but this retreat was in the arms of the young man, and he turned around in the rain and attacked him, at this moment, how could Elder Chen care about the transformation under his feet, and immediately fell down.

And the sword was right in his chest, as if it would be pierced in the next moment. Victory and defeat were already clearly visible, but there was no respect in his eyes, as sharp as the blade of the sword.

A burst of thunderous applause accompanied Wen Yisheng's heroic shout, "Master, good sword, master, good sword......"

As soon as these words came out, the young man's face sank, his apprentice was really not a martial arts wizard.

Chen Xu followed his father with a sad face, but Wen Yisheng flew away and flew in front of him through the shoulders of others.

A little red umbrella was opened, and the raindrops made a sound but it couldn't cover Wen Yisheng's joy at this time.

"Master is really amazing, Elder Chen will definitely lose this time!"

The boy's hand hung over her head, but it was retracted, probably catching a glimpse of the water dripping from his sleeve, not wanting to get her wet.

Still speaking in a flat tone, "I'm just learning martial arts with Elder Chen, and I don't care if I win or lose." ”

Sure enough, the master is a martial idiot, and he doesn't even know whether he wins or loses. If Wen Yisheng plays chess, she must win or lose, and naturally she fights - if she wins the master, she will definitely be known to everyone.

"Master, why didn't you let me go to today's competition? If Senior Brother Chen hadn't called me, I would have missed such a wonderful situation. Wen Yisheng complained about him a little, after all, the last time the Northwest didn't take her, it was already very unspeakable.

The smile between the young man's eyebrows grew, "Haven't you always disliked watching this kind of competition?"

Wen Yisheng smiled flatteringly, "That's different, I don't want to fall behind in Master's competition." ”

Wen Yisheng buried his head, accidentally caught a glimpse of two lines of water stains dripping from his clothes, and leaned the umbrella against him again.

"Master, it's your birthday in a short time, what do you want?" Wen Yisheng's eyebrows on the side seemed to be even more excited than him, "Master, just say, I will definitely help you get it." ”

"Birthday-" There was no joy on the young man's face, "just let your subordinates prepare food and drink for the people in the door on weekdays." ”

Sure enough, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Ah, don't you have anything you want?" Wen Yisheng looked at him closer, and really had no other hobbies in his expression except martial arts.

Seeing that she was a little frustrated, the young man thought for a while and said, "If I can watch someone dance a hundred turns of sword during the banquet, I think it should be good." ”

Wen Yisheng nodded hurriedly, no matter what the hundred-turn sword was, he agreed, "Then let Yisheng dance!

……

During the three days of frowning, Wen Yisheng hated his mouth the most, and accidentally agreed to these things to the master. Everyone knows that Master's Hundred Turns Sword is difficult to learn, and even a martial arts talent like Senior Brother Chen Xu can't learn it, let alone her, a useless martial arts idiot.

"Yi Sheng, if you don't change to a swordsmanship, the swordsmanship created by the senior brother is not bad. ”

Wen Yisheng shook his head, the sword in his hand was still clenched, and he drove the sword to make four ellipses in the air, and then immediately turned around and stabbed-

Whenever you turn around, once you don't grasp the rhythm, you will definitely not be able to hold the sword. If this sound were put in normal times, it would definitely make people laugh.

But with a hundred turns of the sword, this footwork is really difficult to learn.

"Your sword-wielding hand can go up a bit. Chen Xu personally demonstrated one side, a gorgeous turn after four ellipses, and by the way, he danced a set of swordsmanship of his own creation. Wen Yisheng just sighed, no matter which swordsmanship she couldn't learn.

simply gave up the practice and sat aside, "Senior brother, did you say that I can't learn the Hundred Turns Sword in my life?" The lonely figure squatted aside holding the sword.

Chen Xu comforted her, "It's okay, your master is a rare genius in a hundred years, so he naturally thinks it's simple." But for ordinary people, it is difficult to practice the Hundred Turns Sword!"

Wen Yisheng's frustration is that she will never be able to follow in her master's footsteps. Even if the master took a step, it would be reasonable for her to take a step, but now the situation is that the master has taken a step, and she has clearly taken a step backwards.

Her wrist was twisted red and swollen from the sword practice, and she pulled down her sleeve to cover the area.

"Senior brother, I still want to practice for a while, so you can go first-"

Chen Xu leaned on the wooden pillar next to the courtyard and shook his head, "It's okay, my father is not here, I have returned to Lingshan, I can stay for a while." ”

"Yisheng?" A plain figure slowly stepped out of the rockery, and his face was beautiful and bright.

"Cousin, why are you here?"

Sister Shang looked at Wen Yisheng's posture carefully and guessed a lot, "Do you want to dance the sword at the banquet?"

Wen Yisheng nodded vigilantly, and the sword in his hand tightened a little, albeit sore.

"Yi Sheng, you should know that the master's favorite is the set of hundred swords. But that swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can dance?"

The corners of Wen Yisheng's mouth curled, "Sister Shang is right, so the big disciples in the Shiqing Sect are naturally the most qualified to dance this sword." ”

Sister Shang's face immediately became ugly, and her mouth was still as gentle as rain, "Yisheng said so, what more can I say?"

She bent down, picked up a long branch, and pointed it towards the air, and the plain color immediately flew in response to the sword flower. Suddenly, Wen Yisheng recognized this swordsmanship, it was the master's hundred-turn sword, and the moves were even more powerful than Chen Xu, especially the turning and stabbing, which was powerful but not brute force, and it was very light.

The branches of the trees fell countless yellow flowers, and the women flying up all over the ground flew up, turning around, and it was a perfect and commendable set of swordsmanship.

"Yi Sheng, this hundred turn sword is dancing like this, don't let me down-"

The long branch fell lightly to the ground, and the woman in front of her became a weak posture again.

Chen Xu later explained that Sister Shang grew up in Lingshan since she was a child, and although she was a daughter, she had a slight understanding of swordsmanship, and it was said that Elder Chen also valued her very much.

Indeed, in Wen Yisheng's view, Sister Shang's Hundred Turns Sword has surpassed Chen Xu.