After practicing his sword in the secluded mountain pass, Liang Qiufeng returned to the courtyard, but saw him sitting on the steps in a daze, his eyes were a little red and swollen, as if he had just cried.

Liang Qiufeng's heart tightened: "Sorry, what's wrong?"

When he saw him, he cried and pointed to the small field reclaimed in the courtyard: "Little brother, the spiritual vegetables and spiritual rice I planted are all dead." ”

Liang Qiufeng looked over and saw a wither, so he comforted: "If it's dead, it's dead, and it's replanted." ”

Xiao Xiao shook his head and bit his red lip: "This is the fourth batch...... Also, "Five Elements Planting Book", no matter how I learn it, I can't learn it......"

"The Book of Five Elements Planting" is a must-learn skill for spiritual farmers, and it is self-evident that they can't learn it.

She looked up at Liang Qiufeng, and there was mist brewing in her eyes: "Little brother, am I stupid and can't learn anything?"

Liang Qiufeng's heart was like being pricked by a needle, sour, he reached out and took her into his arms, stroking his long hair: "It's okay, even if you can't learn, it doesn't matter, there is a little brother here." ”

Crying out: "But I don't want to be a burden to you." ”

Liang Qiufeng said: "Nonsense, how can you become a burden? The food you cook is so delicious that Senior Brother Zhang comes over to eat all day long; I don't know what to do without you. ”

Although I knew that this was a comforting word, I listened to it and felt sweet, and my depressed mood slowly became cheerful.

Liang Qiufeng said again: "I am born to be useful, I can't practice martial arts, I can't plant, there are other options." Don't be discouraged, you can do it. ”

"Squeak!"

The sample danced on the side, raising his paws and giving a thumbs up as a gesture of encouragement.

Seeing it at a young age, it is lively and lovely, and I can't help but laugh, like a clear sky, brilliant and charming. However, she knew in her heart: how easy is the other option?

Time passed, autumn went to winter, and the cold was pressing.

In winter, the annual lecture hall opens on time.

At this time, under the shouting of Deacon Luo, the miscellaneous servants of the foreign government had to come to the Sword Hall every day to help and take care of the hygiene.

"Brother Wang, long time no see. ”

The handyman looked up and saw Liang Qiufeng wearing a sword suit and carrying a sword, and hurriedly lowered his hands and stood solemnly, opened his mouth and snorted, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

In the past, Liang Qiufeng was a miscellaneous servant, and they could talk and laugh with each other, and even ridicule and ridicule, but now the young man is already a well-known disciple of the Sword Mansion, and when he faced it, he immediately lost his sense of proportion and was speechless. Although Liang Qiufeng has always treated people with dignity, the miscellaneous servants don't think so. Subconsciously, my attitude is shortened.

Different statuses and different world circles.

Liang Qiufeng sighed secretly, stopped speaking, and stepped into the sword hall.

The futons on one side are neatly arranged, and the position where the disciples sit is not a dead rule, but according to the order of entering the morning and evening.

In other words, the sooner you arrive, the more you can choose your location. As for the latecomers, they had to sit in a corner that no one liked.

This year, when it comes to the Sword Hall, the person in charge of teaching is no longer Elder Xiao Jihai, but Elder Wu Gumei.

If Xiao Jihai's personality is majestic and peaceful, then Wu Gumei is simply unkind. Dressed all over the body, meticulous, without the slightest smile on his face. Her classroom discipline is rigorous to the point of being harsh. Without permission, the disciples who listened to the lecture didn't even dare to fart.

Liang Qiufeng went to the sword hall for the first time, sat upright and straight, and listened very carefully.

For most of the disciples of the Sword Mansion, the Sword Hall is a very rare and precious opportunity. First, you can listen to the elders teach the mysteries of kendo and benefit a lot, and second, if you have questions, you can raise your hand to ask questions and ask the elders to explain all kinds of cultivation difficulties.

In normal times, ordinary disciples practice swords, and without the guidance of a master, there will be a backlog of many problems.

The existence of these problems is equivalent to the blocking stones on the path of cultivation, and if they are not moved and broken, it will be difficult to move forward.

Liang Qiufeng was favored by Xiao Jihai and opened the door to convenience. However, when it came to difficult issues in cultivation, he didn't have the opportunity to ask Xiao Jihai for advice in person, which was a pity. Now that there is an opportunity to talk about the Sword Hall, I refuse to let it go.

"May I ask Elder Wu, when a martial artist cultivates and runs Xiao Zhoutian, there will be a situation where the number of laps does not conform to the law of rank, one more lap, or one less lap?"

When Wu Gumei said that she could ask questions, Liang Qiufeng raised his hand and grabbed the first question.

Wu Gumei said: "Although this kind of situation is rare, it is also possible, after all, there are hundreds of millions of martial artists in the world, and there will always be some unusual dantians." If each grade, big and small Zhou Tian can run one more circle than others, then congratulations, you will condense a trace of true qi more than others, which belongs to the best of ten thousand, but if it is one less circle, it is called congenital dantian defect, which is a disease. Liang Qiufeng, why do you ask this?"

Liang Qiufeng hurriedly said: "It's pure curiosity, so I'll ask." ”

He became a martial artist, and Xiao Zhou Tian could run ten times per rank, one more circle than ordinary people. There is no doubt that all other things being equal, his true qi is superior in both strength and purity.

According to this theory, every time the cultivation is raised by one level, there will be an additional circle. Accumulate a lot, and when it reaches the ninth stage of the strength path, the number of small Zhou Tian laps that he runs has reached ninety circles, which is just nine more circles than ordinary martial artists, which is equivalent to one more level of cultivation.

That's amazing.

Thinking about the trick, Liang Qiufeng was ecstatic, realizing that this was probably the foundation of his rise, and it was the biggest secret.

So in the face of Elder Wu's inquiry, he didn't say it frankly.

"May I ask Elder Wu, how does the fast sword form a rhythm?"

Just when Wu Gumei signaled that he could ask the next question, Liang Qiufeng raised his hand again, far faster than others. This move made the other Sword Mansion disciples who wanted to ask questions not depressed, and they slandered: Those who dare to practice fast swords will raise their hands much faster!

Wu Gumei glanced at Liang Qiufeng: "This question, with your cultivation, is far from having the opportunity to come into contact with it, and it is even more difficult to understand, are you sure you want to ask?"

"I'm pretty sure. ”

Liang Qiufeng nodded heavily.

"That's good...... Rhythm is a university question, so there is a saying that 'the magic of use is stored in one mind'. Broadly speaking, there are two types: absolute rhythm, and relative rhythm. Absolute rhythm means that no matter how the enemy and opponent and the environment change, I am self-sufficient and eternal, and the relative rhythm, as the name suggests, changes with the change of the situation......"

This explanation lasted for half an hour.

Most of the disciples present were confused when they heard this, and Liang Qiufeng was also half-understood, and only occasionally showed a thoughtful look.

These were all seen by Wu Gumei one by one.

Now that I'm done, I'm ready to ask the next question.

Swish!

The first thing to raise was Liang Qiufeng's hand.

"Who are these people, raising their hands too quickly, the legendary invisible hand?"

"Damn, every session of the Sword Hall, the outer disciples can only ask two questions, and he has finished asking, what else do you raise?"

"I'll put your lungs on you, bring your sword, and I'll cut off his hands!"

Under the gaze of a murderer, Liang Qiufeng could only reluctantly put down his hand and listen to others' questions.