Out of the secret room, the sky was already bright, meditating all night, the two of them were not tired, they all seemed to be in good spirits; after washing and combing, Tang Ruting went to the kitchen to order two bowls of noodles, and specially added two eggs, and the two of them squatted in the courtyard, eating hotly, but saw Tang Xingjun and Murong Xiuxiu walking in from outside the courtyard.

Murong Xiuxiu was carrying a burden, and Tang Xingjun was carrying two baskets, straw mats and quilts, as well as some clothes, pants, shoes and socks, pen and ink books and messy things.

Murong Xiuxiu didn't agree to Tang Bai coming here, but Tang Xingjun's words made her understand the truth that her husband was not guilty and was guilty; she had no choice but to compromise; she didn't dare to gamble with her son's life.

The little black dog in the courtyard was sleeping quietly on the edge of the kennel, but when Tang Xingjun and Murong Xiuxiu came in from outside the courtyard, they smelled the smell of strangers, and immediately stood up and yelled at the two of them.

Tang Ruting called Xiao Hei, the beast could understand human words, shrugged his ears, and lay on the edge of the kennel again.

"Dad, mother, what are you?"

Tang Bai looked at the two of them as if they were moving, and he couldn't help asking.

Murong Xiuxiu said: "Mother doesn't worry about you, I moved here to take care of you, I can't let you suffer alone on this mountain." ”

Tang Xingjun called 'grandpa' to Tang Ruting, and when he saw that the old man ignored him, he had to shake his head helplessly, saying that he couldn't persuade Murong Xiuxiu.

"But there are only two bedrooms here. ”

Tang Bai put the bowl at the door of the room and hurriedly took over the big burden on Murong Xiuxiu.

"We're two in one room!"

Murong Xiuxiu said as a matter of course, since she was a son, she didn't sleep with herself since she was a child, which made her mother always feel that there was a lot less maternal love.

"No, I've grown up. ”

Tang Bai hurriedly shook his head and said.

When Murong Xiuxiu heard this, her eyes turned red, tears came, and she said, "You little conscienceless, how old are you? ”

Tang Ruting couldn't stand it anymore, and he didn't care about this family of three, after eating the noodles in three or two bites, he threw the bowl into the kitchen and entered the study, he just studied how to enter the kind of fixed state last night.

Tang Bai's head was big for a while, and he finally persuaded Murong Xiuxiu to promise to go back for one night every three days, and only after the two of them cleaned the bedroom where Tang Bai lived, made the bed and left, did he feel relaxed.

Tang Bai went to the study, saw Tang Ruting meditating with his eyes closed, called 'Old Ancestor', and then said, "I want to learn martial arts." ”

Yes, Tang Bai had a strong idea at the moment, because he sensed that a crisis was approaching, and he wanted to protect his mother.

Tang Ruting opened his eyes and said lightly: "Learn boxing, or learn knives." ”

"Learn the sword. ”

When Tang Ruting heard this, he stood up, walked to the small courtyard, picked up a firewood knife from the courtyard wall, went to the courtyard and sharpened a three-foot-long bamboo stick, and then went to the study, drew a sword book casually, and handed it to Tang Baidao: "Here are the eighteen styles of this sword technique, you practice it first." After saying that, he took a hoe from the corner of the wall and walked to the vegetable field at the edge of the courtyard to hoe grass.

"Eighteen Moves of Swordsmanship!"

Tang Bai took the basket book bound in the line, and saw that the book cover was indeed written with five big characters of 'Eighteen Styles of Swordsmanship',

He opened the first page, and the words "On the Sword" were written on the page, and the first two sentences were: "Swordsman, know the sword, raise the sword, love the sword." The sword is a fierce soldier, the sword, when the sword is not out, there should be good thoughts, after the sword is out, when there is a murderer, swordsmanship, when there is a style without a move, when the enemy changes with the enemy, with the style into a move。。。。。。

Turn to the second page to see. Sure enough, only an old man holding a sword was drawn, the tip of the sword was pierced directly, and the word "thorn" was written on one side, and then there were some assassination exercises, and then the third page was opened, talking about 'collapse', the fourth page was talking about 'washing', and the fifth page, writing 'mention' and then were some basic sword moves.

Tang Bai held the sword book in one hand and the bamboo stick in the other, and he didn't know where to start for a while. I can't remember who said that the easiest is often the hardest to do, and when I think about it, it is true.

Thorns, there are flat thorns, back thorns, upper thorns, lower thorns, left thorns, right thorns, oblique thorns, crooked thorns, Tang Bai couldn't help but have a big head, seeing Tang Ruting like an old farmer seriously hoeing grass, he couldn't help but take the bamboo stick in his hand, stabbed into the air, played by himself for a long time, and couldn't help shouting: "Ancestor, I have learned, teach me another swordsmanship." ”

When Tang Ruting heard this, he bent down, picked up a lump of soil from the vegetable field, didn't look at it, and hit Tang Bai casually, and then began to hoe the grass again.

Tang Bai was already looking at Tang Ruting, and saw that the lump of soil he threw flew straight towards him, and he hurriedly raised the bamboo stick and stabbed at the lump, his inner qi was deep and his five senses were sensitive, but he caught the trajectory of the lump.

At the moment when the tip of the bamboo was about to pierce the lump, he didn't want the lump to turn around, deviated from its original trajectory, and smashed on his forehead, although it didn't hurt him, but it was also smashed to the point that his eyes were full of gold, and his head was dizzy, and the scattered soil particles made his face and hair all over the place.

Tang Ruting snorted, and said without raising his head: "Go to the bamboo forest and practice with bamboo leaves." ”

When Tang Bai heard this, his heart moved, the bamboo forest was really a good place. He took a bamboo stick, out of the small courtyard, came to the bamboo forest, just saw a bamboo leaf falling off from the bamboo branch, couldn't help but fly up, shouted in his mouth 'duh', the tip of the bamboo just pointed on the bamboo leaf, he couldn't help but play with his heart, in the bamboo forest, saw a bamboo leaf, stabbed a sword, from time to time and split out a sword, so played for a while, and opened the sword spectrum, practiced other basic sword moves, unconsciously, actually played until dark, hungry 'coo' screamed, only to find that he didn't even eat lunch.

When I returned to the courtyard, I went to the kitchen to take a look, the old man didn't leave him food at all, and was about to do it himself, but Tang Ruting's voice came: "This is my thing, if you move it again, I will break your hands; ”

Tang Bai was stunned for a moment, which one was singing, he was not stupid, he thought that this was to exercise his ability to survive in the wild. He snorted and said softly, "If you don't allow, you don't allow." After saying that, he took the bamboo stick and walked out.

The bamboo forest is very large, but he doesn't know where to find food, he wanders around the bamboo forest, until the crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the starlight looms, only to find a snow-white fat rabbit, as if in a hurry to return to the nest, running in a mass of bushes.

"White Rabbit, it's you. Tang Bai shouted, jumped up, and the bamboo stick in his hand with the whirring wind sounded straight towards Xiao Baifu. Seeing that danger was coming, the little white rabbit hurriedly turned to the right to dodge, took a second look, and fled into the depths of the forest. For a time, one person and one person were constantly chasing in the bamboo forest.

Tang Bai completely forgot the swordsmanship he practiced during the day, but instinctively chased and beat with a bamboo stick, and the thick internal qi penetrated through the limbs and hundreds of bones, the more he chased, the more energetic he became, the more excited he became, and he shouted from time to time: "Look where you run, look where you run." The rabbit didn't fight, but he chased him out of his strength, and finally fell in a mess of vines.

When he caught the little white rabbit, Tang Bai laughed excitedly, and after laughing, he found that there were still many things to do to eat the little white rabbit, such as a knife for disemboweling and disemboweling, a fire for firewood and barbecue, and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, all of which were nothing. At this time, I was too hungry, but I didn't feel hungry. couldn't help sighing, and muttered to the little white rabbit: "I won't eat you tonight, remember to fatten yourself up, and come back in two days." ”

At night, in the bamboo forest, and in himself, he felt very relaxed, and by the hazy moonlight, he found a small stone and sat cross-legged. When he calmed down, he realized that the bamboo forest was different from before, he could feel the wind blowing on the green bamboo, like the tide crashing against the reef.

This is the confrontation and fusion of strength and strength, is it the bamboo forest that the wind blows, or does the bamboo forest produce the wind? Perhaps nature is a kind of law of mutual opposition and mutual integration.

He seemed to grasp a glimmer of inspiration, a glimmer of natural power.

Bamboo forest and wind, confrontation and integration.

The body is the wind, and all things are the green bamboo in front of them, so as long as the power is strong enough, then you can fuse the power of all things? power is the spirit? All things have spirits, and all things themselves also have strength. Thinking of this, he felt an unprovoked excitement in his heart, like a hungry baby who suddenly saw milk.

Immortals only represent a kind of power, martial arts and immortals, different paths to the same end, but the methods are different. He stood up suddenly, and the bamboo stick was swung out, and he immediately felt the resistance of the air, although this force was subtle, but it obviously affected the speed of the bamboo stick; he closed his eyes, breathed his luck, penetrated the tip of the stick, and stabbed in the air, only to hear a soft sound of "pop", as if piercing the air.

The sound was very soft, but it was real, it was the sound of the tip of the stick and the air opposing each other, and he clearly felt the air flow around him surging with the direction of the bamboo stick, which was called potential.

With his heart, he felt the ubiquitous air, the extremely irregular flow, and he could feel that the air was a huge cocoon, tightly wrapping himself. Perhaps the legendary road of cultivating immortals is to break this silkworm cocoon and turn into a butterfly between heaven and earth.