"Be careful!" The national teacher was on tiptoe, and the volley flew up in the air, and in an instant, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

The hairband was scattered, and my originally loose braids suddenly poured down like a splashed ink landscape version, and my long hair was scattered in the wind, forming a black arc fan. In the trance, I only saw Master's eyes, as dark and deep as the waters of the Lanhu Lake in the green mountains, like the bright flashes of snow reflected in the clear sun, looking straight at me.

Time seemed to stand still, and it all fell silent at this moment, as if only Master and I were left between heaven and earth.

Then, slowly, we landed steadily on the grass.

The tranquil Du Heng breath on Master's body was in my nose, and my heart suddenly moved, and I felt a dull pain inexplicably, and I hurriedly said, "Amo, thank you Master." ”

He let me down, his face still faint, "It's fine." I just saw you practicing swords, you have empty moves, and your breath is insufficient. You need to know that Tianxuan swordsmanship is characterized by both fast and slow, rigid and soft, and the sword is required to walk with you when practicing, and you need to carry the sword with your body. **Among them, it requires hands, eyes, body, law, and steps; This swordsmanship, like a dragon out of the water, quiet like a civet cat catching mice, in motion, the hand is divided into yin and yang, hiding gossip, stepping on the nine palaces, the inner is in line with its qi, and the outside is in line with its shape. ”

"Yes, Amo understands."

"Come here and teach you for the teacher."

I nodded and walked over to him. The national teacher retreated behind me again, circled my body, grabbed my arm with one hand, and held my hand holding the Soul Exterminating Sword with the other, teaching me step by step how to move the sword and how to concentrate my energy.

He said slowly: "Pranayama, don't be in a hurry. ”

As I listened to his words, I moved as he held my hand, only to feel that the master was behind me against my back, and his breath was densely in my ears, allowing the slender and white fingers to teach me how to move the sword. But his hands seemed to be wasted, and he could no longer move. The heart is like a deer crashing into his arms, and the whole person seems to be soaked in the fragrance of Du Yu, no breath, no way out, as if he can't escape in this life.

"Keep in mind the mantra and mental method, slowly regulate breathing, concentrate on your hands, and most importantly, integrate with the sword, so that you can give full play to the greatest function of the Tianxuan Sword Spectrum."

I was stunned, I didn't hear what the master was saying at all, but I was thinking in my heart, the palm covering my hand was obviously so cold, and the cold breath seeped into my bones, but why was I so hot that I was sweating profusely and flustered?

"Got it?" The national teacher let go of my hand, looked down at me, and asked.

"Clear, understood."

The national teacher nodded and said, "You have to understand it well, pranayama is an overnight thing, and you will have to take time to practice every day in the future, you know?" ”

I said, "Yes, Master, Ah Mo will definitely practice hard and will not let you down." ”

The corners of his mouth floated slightly, there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and he said lightly: "That's good." Today, you should go to a place with your teacher. ”

"Where is Master going to take Ah Mo?"

He said quietly: "Go to Yingge Island and see an old man." ”

I thought that the old man in Master's mouth was Zhongtian or an immortal in the fairy world, but I didn't expect that what he took me to meet was a dead man who had passed away for a hundred years.

Yingge Island is an isolated island at the junction of the East China Sea and the Hui Blue Sea outside Zhongtian, and it is also the cemetery of immortals from which Zhongtian was expelled. Between the sea and the sky, the whole island is shrouded in a faint mist, and there is an air of dead silence. The waves crash endlessly against the reef, and the occasional seabird call is eerie and poignant.

The wasteland of the isolated island was lined with haphazard tombstones, cold and towering to the sky, surrounded by more than a person-tall bushes with curled branches that covered the ground, thorns growing everywhere, and the road was difficult to navigate. The sea breeze swirled silently through the cold grey clouds and through the vast fir forest.

I traveled eastward with the national teacher Edgeworth, lightly dressed, until we entered the mountain pass, and then slowly descended and turned to walk. I silently followed behind Master, who handed me a basket, which I took and hurriedly followed.

But seeing that the national teacher had a calm face, waved his sword to split the thorns, and walked up the mountain step by step, I carried the basket and followed the master up the mountain along the road he had opened. When I reached the middle of the mountain, I saw a small loess bag, which was overgrown with weeds, and there was only a wooden strip inserted on it, but no words were written.

Master walked to the tomb and bent down to remove the grass roots from the tomb. I was full of doubts, but I did not dare to make a sound, and when I saw this, I hurriedly put down the basket, and followed me to pull the grass and clean the tomb, and without waiting for his command, I opened the basket and placed the sacrifices in front of the tomb one by one, and then retreated behind him.

I thought that the Master was about to start the memorial service, but he didn't say anything, just stood alone in front of the tomb, silent