Time flew by, stepping on the sonorous and powerful sword trick of the young man, and galloping westward around the sheath of the glazed long sword. In an instant, the young man had been learning the sword in the Houfeng Mountain Pass for a month, and it was from that day that the old man decided to officially teach him his own unique skills, and that day Yi Tianyun got his wish to see the old man's fast sword intent, and saw the sword in the old man's mouth from the brilliant sword intent.

On the cloud-shrouded peak attic, in the barren garden of the withered old man, Yi Tianyun held on to the ancient tree full of cracks and looked at the old man in front of him obsessively to refer to the sword, and there was no sword intent from the wind leaves.

The old man didn't speak from beginning to end, neither said the moves, nor made a request, but simply rehearsed the movements over and over again in front of Yi Tianyun's eyes.

In the attic of the big red lacquer pillars, the two sisters leaned on the wooden diaphragm and looked at the two people who were engrossed in the courtyard, and the girl's eyes reflected the young man's delicate cheeks.

A sword move came to the end, and the moment the old man's wide sleeved robe paused in the air, the wind stopped and the trees were silent for a moment.

Everything froze at that moment, at that moment there was a sword in the eyes of the old man, a light in the eyes of the young man, and countless layers of teenager appearance in the eyes of the girl.

The swaying of one leaf brought the throbbing of another, and the next moment the light flashed in his eyes, the old man danced in the strong wind, and the old man was as hearty as if he was drinking a good meal, and he threw back his sleeves to look at Yi Tianyun, "This sword is happy for the teacher?"

"It's so exciting!"

"Have fun with this sword for the teacher?"

"It's a lot of fun!"

"Then the teacher asked you, where is the sword?"

Yi Tianyun thought for a moment when he heard this, and after a moment, he said firmly.

"There is a sword in the hand, and a sword in the heart. ”

When the old man heard the smile, he came to Yi Tianyun's side with great satisfaction, looking into the distance and talking and laughing.

"Oh, as a teacher, I think it should be 'a sword in my heart and a sword in my hand'. ”

Yi Tianyun was puzzled and asked the old man for advice. The old man raised his arm and stretched out his palm in front of Yi Tianyun.

"If you have a sword in your heart, you will have a sword in your hand. If there is no sword in the heart, it is difficult to call it a sword with thousands of Qingfeng in the world, and it is regarded as a heart. ”

"Born from the heart..."Yi Tianyun repeated the words in the old man's mouth, thoughtful.

The old man looked at Yi Tianyun's contemplative appearance and became more and more satisfied, and took Yi Tianyun to the courtyard.

"Out of the sword. ”

When Yi Tianyun stopped, the old man suddenly said.

Yi Tianyun took out the glazed long sword and stood beside the sword.

"Sword grip pose. ”

Yi Tianyun followed the old man's voice to set up a sword style, pinched the sword fingers with one hand, and put the sword flat with the other.

The old man looked at Yi Tianyun's almost impeccable posture and nodded, and stepped forward to stand side by side with Yi Tianyun.

"Follow the teacher and hand the sword. The old man had nothing in his hand, but it didn't affect his movements in the slightest, Yi Tianyun imitated the old man dancing with the glass long sword in his hand, and the white mangs flew into the air.

"This decade, drunk dreams. ”

The old man's arm was in a trance, his fingers were handed out, and the sword was still a vast and lonely sail.

Yi Tianyun was extremely engaged, and inadvertently read it out with the old man, and at the same time handed out the glass long sword.

"Again... Remember, this sword is a fast sword, a sword that is fast, and the momentum is as fast as thunder and unpredictable. One point controls nine points of power, can advance or retreat, and is not reckless in bravery. ”

The old man pointed at Yi Tianyun and withdrew his hand to return to the first style.

Yi Tianyun followed closely behind, holding a sword and erecting it.

Handed the sword again and again, a layer of fine sweat slowly oozed from Yi Tianyun's forehead, and the handing out of his arm gradually trembled, Yi Tianyun gritted his teeth and stared at the old man's movements tightly, without falling at all.

Finally, the sweat dripped down his face, Yi Tianyun gasped for breath, this time the sword was handed over for an extraordinarily long time, but the old man did not have the slightest intention of taking it back.

"Tired or not?"

"Not tired. ”

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Yi Tianyun frowned, and while enduring the soreness in his arm, he recalled what he had just done.

"There aren't many moves, you just focus on imitation... For the division of this sword, the front and back styles are all accumulating, and the last sword is tilting, interlocking. At first glance, your movements look the same as those of your teacher, but the connection has been destroyed, and if you really use a sword, your sword is less powerful. ”