After twelve swordsmanship, Wu Yunfu was also exhausted, mainly because he was tired.

Originally, it was strange, but the onlookers had learned a similar way in the past few days, and his talent was quite extraordinary. Wu Yunfu almost blurted out: Can you change someone to teach.

But after all, this is what Lord Tongzhi ordered, and it will not work if Zhang Qingyang is not churched.

Finally at the end of the day's lessons, Wu Yunfu was distracted when he left, and muttered: "Why do I want to be cheap and agree to teach him swordsmanship, why do I want to be cheap, I want to practice closed-mouth meditation." ”

Ah Tu approached Zhang Qingyang and whispered, "Brother, do you have a grudge against him?"

"Huh?" Zhang Qingyang was a little confused.

Ah Tu said: "You see that you tortured him, he is almost desperate. ”

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Brother, you are obviously a genius, but you deliberately pretend that you can't learn. This swordsmanship is obviously not that difficult, I have already learned it after watching it a few times. Brother, your talent is so high, how can you not learn it until now. Ah Tu said confidently, "So, you must have an enmity with him and deliberately anger him." ”

Zhang Qingyang's face darkened, and he secretly said in his heart that if I want to have that kendo talent, do I still need to look at Wu Yunfu's stinky face every day?

Feeling that Zhang Qingyang suddenly became terrible, Ah Tu thought that he had debunked Zhang Qingyang's thoughts, Zhang Qingyang was annoyed and angry, and found an excuse to run away.

Zhang Qingyang was also strange in his heart, his talent in kendo seemed to be mediocre. However, with a big killer weapon like the Bridge of the Heart, even if the kendo talent is not good, you can still have super high swordsmanship.

In the dead of night, Zhang Qingyang began to initiate himself.

In the sword diagram, thousands of sword lights poured into his eyes together.

Zhang Qingyang felt that the light in front of him was in full bloom, and there were white flowers, and he couldn't see anything except the white light.

Just when he was worried in his heart, suddenly a sword light burst out, following a certain trajectory towards him.

That sword light came extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came to him.

When the sword light was close to his eyes, Zhang Qingyang saw that behind the sword light was a faceless man holding a sword, rushing forward, raising his arm and slashing down.

Zhang Qingyang felt the sharp downward slash, as if he was about to cut himself in half.

His heart was cold, he almost thought that he was going to die under the sword, a layer of white sweat appeared on his back, and the sword light slowly disappeared. Only Zhang Qingyang was still slowly tasting the charm of this sword.

The previous sword light disappeared, and another sword light rose in the white light. The same Facelings attacked with swords, and this time demonstrating another technique of the word chopping technique.

A sword light disappeared, and a sword light was annihilated.

Every sword light made Zhang Qingyang's scalp tingle, as if he was turning around on the edge of life and death.

Under the demonstration of the Faceling, the skills of the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword can be described as incisive, and all the details are displayed.

Zhang Qingyang is more miserable, he is like a dummy or sparring partner in the martial arts hall, every sword light is used to demonstrate his deep skills in swordsmanship, and he is ruthless.

Every time the sword light fell, Zhang Qingyang was on the verge of death once, and of course, he also had a deeper understanding.

It wasn't until dawn that Zhang Qingyang woke up from the initiation.

It took him half an hour before he staggered out of bed and got up, his eyes bloodshot, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

Sitting at the dining table, Ah Tu, who got up early, brought breakfast to Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang's hand holding the chopsticks was trembling.

Ah Tu said on the side: "Brother, the swordsmanship that Wu Yunfu taught you is quite interesting, I have practiced it a few times in the past two days, and I feel that my movements are much more flexible, and my ears and eyes have become a lot more sensitive." Brother, you should have learned it secretly, have you ever felt like this?"

Zhang Qingyang raised his head and looked at it with red eyes like rabbits.

"Uh...... , brother, I'll go to the kitchen to help my godfather. Ah Tu shook his head and turned around to leave.

Zhang Qingyang's hoarse voice came: "I'll go up to rest after eating, Wu Yunfu is here, you talk to him, just say that I practiced sword all night last night, and I won't learn sword from him today." It's so tiring...... I'm going to sleep......"

"Oh, okay. "Atu Dao.

After Zhang Qingyang finished eating, the hot mutton soup fell into his stomach, and his body was a little more comfortable.

Upstairs, he collapsed on the bed and began to snore loudly.

The empowerment of the sword diagram is really not done by people.

There are a total of three hundred and sixty changes in the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword, and Zhang Qingyang has personally experienced each change. It is equivalent to one night, Zhang Qingyang died 360 times.

Although it is not a real death, the mental damage is real.

Every sword light was deep in his body. But the benefits of three hundred and sixty deaths are also real, it can be said that Zhang Qingyang directly copied Wu Yunfu's decades of experience in the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword, and he also experienced it personally.

A day's time directly condenses the experience of others for decades, and it is worth suffering a little.

Zhang Qingyang went directly into a deep sleep, as long as it was not life-threatening, he would not wake up.

in the Inner Universe.

The sword marks imprinted on the sky above were shocking. This is the price to be paid for taking shortcuts, although Zhang Qingyang has mastered other people's decades of kendo experience overnight, but his mental will has been seriously injured because he has suffered three hundred and sixty deaths.

"Quack. The frog master suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

The golden circle of light behind him suddenly shook a few times in a row, and countless low frog chirpings turned into a torrent of Zen-like sounds. The deep, solemn voice was accompanied by circles of golden light, brushing over and over again on the sword marks above.

Seeing those sharp and terrifying sword marks, shattered with the sound of ten thousand frogs in unison, as if the most delicate yellow sand was sprinkled down.

The crane Taoist priest also opened his eyes, and in the clear crane chirp, the yin and yang fish behind him also accelerated.

Nine kinds of crane chirps one after another, either crisp, long, free, or sharp, and each of them brings a kind of power.

Ten thousand cranes roared in unison, and the yin and yang fish suddenly became extremely huge, enveloping half of the inner universe.

The stubborn sword light was sharpened by the yin and yang fish, and suddenly turned into a "puddle of ink" and dissipated into nothingness.

Zhang Qingyang, who was originally exhausted, was suddenly comforted by the sound of frogs and cranes. The frowning brow slowly relaxed, and the exhausted expression gradually relaxed.

As soon as he woke up, Zhang Qingyang suddenly felt refreshed and happy.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Atu's big eyes were coming up to him, staring straight at him.

Zhang Qingyang pushed him away by pressing his little head, "Why are you so close." ”

"Brother, you've slept all day and night. Ah Tu shouted, "Godmother is afraid that something will happen to you, so let me watch you here." My master has been here. ”

"Dean Zhang is here?"

"Well, who let you sleep for so long, my godfather and godmother were very worried, so I called Master over. ”

"How long did I sleep?"

"Well, brother, it's good if you're awake. I went downstairs to talk to my godfather and godmother. ”