"Huh!"

"Hah!"

The bronze sword slashed out two swords obliquely, marking a trace of the word "rice" on the boulder, Ran Hanchuan took two steps back, and raised the sword again, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of the word "rice". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Taking a deep breath, Ran Hanchuan went all out, stabbed out with a sword, and in the center of the word "rice", only the muffled sound of "swish" was heard, and countless shallow cracks spread out from the center of the sword on the boulder.

As soon as the sword was successful, Ran Hanchuan was full of energy, and the big sword in his hand flew continuously, splitting and smashing the broken parts of the stone, and after a while, the front of the boulder was cut off a layer as thick as half an inch.

An hour later, Ran Hanchuan was lying on his back on the ground panting, his face was flushed, he was sweating profusely, and his small chest was rising and falling violently. The huge boulder that was one foot big had turned into small rubble everywhere.

On weekdays, two hours of training have now been completed in one hour, even if Ran Hanchuan has room to be lazy on weekdays, he is now seriously overloaded and has crossed his own limit. And he was only ten years old, and the pain after this limit was unbearable.

Ran Hanchuan only felt that his chest was burning like a fire, and he was short of breath and even a little dizzy. At this time, Yun Xingtian walked up to him, squatted down, put his two fingers together, and pointed at Ran Hanchuan's chest. Suddenly, a cool and soft feeling grew in Ran Hanchuan's chest, and he exhaled deeply a few times, and the uncomfortable feeling in Ran Hanchuan's consciousness gradually disappeared, and his head also sobered up.

Yun Xingtian nodded and said, "Good job."

When Ran Hanchuan heard this, a smug smile appeared on his tired little face.

"Starting tomorrow, we can reduce the fixed time of this training to one and a half hours."

Ran Hanchuan's smug little face was stunned, and he screamed miserably, as if he was about to cry.

"Okay, don't be depressed there. Go on, don't want to eat anymore? ”

"Hmm......"

In front of Yunlai Village

Chen Laohan was burying his head in the hoeing field, and the beads of sweat like soybeans kept swaying. Chen Laohan raised his head and wiped the sweat on his head, and suddenly saw three black shadows walking towards the front of the town outside the town.

When it got closer, it turned out to be three people whose whole bodies were shrouded in black robes.

The three of them walked up to Chen Laohan, and one of them suddenly spoke, making a hoarse and piercing sound, which startled Chen Laohan.

"Old man, is that mountain famous?"

The old man frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the rudeness of these guests, so he continued to hoe the fields, and said to the three casually: "Yunxiao Mountain!"

After hearing this, the person who spoke was silent, and suddenly asked, "Is there anyone living in Sanshang?"

"Of course, a kid, a young man who looks quite young."

"Huh!" The leader of the three suddenly let out a sneer, like a crow hissing in an open grassland, scaring the old man's hoe away.

Old Man Chen raised his head in astonishment and looked at the three of them, but found that there was no one in front of him!

Hallucinations? The old man couldn't help but think.

"Old Chen." A hand was gently placed on the old man's shoulder, and it seemed to be a woman's voice.

"Yo, girl Wang." Chen Laohan looked back and saw that it was a middle-aged woman, who was the widow of the king in the village.

"Old Chen, what's wrong with you?" Widow Wang asked with concern.

"There seemed to be three people just now, but then they disappeared."

"Three?" Widow Wang smiled, "Old Chen, I think you're tired." After that, the widow Wang stepped forward to support the old man and walked to the old man's house, and the old man sighed as he walked: "People are old, useless!"

Widow Wang shook her head with a smile, looked at the tall Yunxiao Mountain again, and helped the old man slowly walk to the house.

Yunxiao Mountain, at the top of the mountain

At this time, it was noon, and the clouds and mist at the top of Yunxiao Mountain had dissipated without a trace, and the towering peaks and peaks were prominent, with a sharp momentum.

In the open space on the top of the mountain, Yun Xingtian stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands, quietly watching the small figure in the center of the clearing.

Ran Hanchuan held the sword in his right hand, concentrating, and the sword in his hand had been replaced by a small stone sword two feet long and two fingers wide.

The breeze blew and the stone sword flickered. Ran Hanchuan's right hand changed to a positive grip, a sword stabbed out, and then the sword body went down, the stone sword danced behind him, and then the sword body was handed to the front body, between the clouds and water, the tip of the sword went to the left, the elbow was slightly raised, and the sword body continued to swim until it went around the body.

This set of swordsmanship, Ran Hanchuan practiced at the age of eight, called "Xingyun Swordsmanship", and the move he just used was the starting style of "Xingyun Swordsmanship" "Cloud Gathering".

The stone sword dances in the air, suddenly opening and closing, suddenly strolling leisurely, sometimes the sword body wraps around the body, and sometimes there is a basis for advancing and retreating. Ran Hanchuan was engrossed, and every sword was hard to use.

Yun Xingtian watched quietly from the side, sometimes nodding, sometimes frowning slightly. After a set of swordsmanship, Ran Hanchuan had a feeling that he couldn't stop, and was about to continue, when Yun Xingtian stepped aside and interrupted him.

"Stop"

"Uncle Yun" Ran Hanchuan looked at Yun Xingtian.

"Chuan'er, you have practiced this set of swordsmanship quite proficiently, but, do you remember what I told you?"

Ran Hanchuan's little eyes rolled, thought for a while, scratched his head and said, "Uncle Yun, you have said a lot of things to me, which one do you mean?" ”

Yun Xingtian's face stiffened, and a black line was faintly visible floating on his forehead. He waved his sleeves, turned his back, and said: "I told you, Xingyun swordsmanship, the artistic conception lies in the word 'Xingyun', and your sword only has its shape, not its god, the true meaning of Xingyun swordsmanship lies in its meaning, like..."

"It's like a cloud in the sky, free, unpredictable, freewheeling, endless." Without waiting for Yun Xingtian to finish speaking, Ran Hanchuan had already taken it.

"Well, that's good." Yun Xingtian nodded and said, "You still remember, little ghost." ”

"Of course" Ran Hanchuan smiled triumphantly on his little face, scratched his head with his little hand, and said, "But, Uncle Yun, what do these words mean?" I don't understand anything about the artistic conception, shape, or spirit. Ran Hanchuan pouted and looked at Yun Xingtian's back.

Yun Xingtian's face was very exciting, and then he sighed, his face was full of helplessness, after all, this is just a ten-year-old child.

"Chuan'er"

"Huh?" Ran Hanchuan suddenly felt hungry and a little absent-minded. I'm thinking about what to do today. That chicken? No, it's not enough to eat with Uncle Yun.

"Chuan'er, you have lived here for ten years, and since you can remember, you have been on this cloud peak every day, coexisting with the clouds in the sky, what have you seen in the past ten years?"

"Uh..."Ran Hanchuan looked dazed.

"Next time before you dance the sword, think about the clouds you've seen until you think of yourself as a cloud, and then start using this set of swordsmanship."

"Oh", Ran Hanchuan nodded as if he didn't understand, "But I'm not a cloud, there are so many clouds, I don't look like it." ”

Yun Xingtian covered his face and was speechless, "You just need to remember." ”

"Oh!"

"You go," Yun Xingtian waved his hand, "Presumably you are also hungry, and the pheasant you caught should be punished and will be mine." ”

"Hmm!" Ran Hanchuan excitedly agreed, ran into the wooden house, and after a while, he ran out with a hardwood bow as high as him, carrying a quiver on his back, and rushed straight into the mountains and forests. What is a chicken, I just thought about going to fight a bear, Ran Hanchuan muttered in his heart.

Yun Xingtian pursed his lips, he is still a child!

"This stinky boy makes me angry." Yun Xingtian muttered to himself, as if he was saying to someone, "Hey, I complained that I didn't read much when I was a child, and there is no teacher around here." But Han Chuan has done well enough at this age. ”

"Hehe, am I not calm enough?" Yun Xingtian spoke softly again, looking a little weird on the top of the empty mountain. Yun Xingtian sighed, looked at Yun Laizhen at the foot of the mountain again, and quietly fell into deep thought, and frowned after a while.

Yunxiao Mountain Forest

A brown bear that looks like it has just come of age wanders through the woods, it wanders around, and seems to be foraging for food.

The bear sniffed hard, and a faint scent of honey came, and the brown bear took a deep breath, snorted, and looked ahead. About twenty meters away, the brown bear stopped suspiciously, sniffed carefully, and searched around in the same place, but found nothing. The brown bear looked a little anxious, and one of the bear's paws was scratching at the ground, and suddenly, the sudden protrusion protruded, and the flat ground actually sank. The brown bear roared in rage and fell straight into a seven-foot-deep pit.

Just when the brown bear was in trouble, Ran Hanchuan, who had been hidden in the tree for a long time, jumped down, thrust a hardwood bow as high as himself into the ground, held the bow with one hand, and set the arrow with the other. I heard the sound of strings, and a feathered arrow was dazzling.

"Poof" the brown bear was angry in the sudden pit of earth, its bulky body struggling in the pit, and at that moment a feathered arrow shot into its fragile bear eye.

"Whew!" The brown bear howled in pain, blood spilled, and the bloody breath and the incomparable pain completely aroused its ferocity. The only remaining eye of the brown bear stared fiercely at the small figure in front of it, and the fierce light was revealed, and the bulky body struggled violently to climb out of the pit.

Ran Hanchuan shot an arrow, seeing the brown bear go crazy, but he was not in a hurry, and opened the bow and arrow, and then hit the bear in the eye. The brown bear was blind, and the intense pain made it even more furious, and in search of the smell, it crawled out of the dirt pit and made a heavy "whirring" sound.

Without waiting for the brown bear to make any moves, Ran Hanchuan's third arrow had already shot with all his might.

"Howl!" The brown bear's nose was hit by an arrow, the smell of blood was permeating, it completely lost its direction, its fragile nose was seriously injured, and in its rage, it still scratched around, waving a pair of bear paws.

Ran Hanchuan had already abandoned his bow and left, suddenly appeared behind the brown bear, raised a big stone from nowhere with both hands, and smashed it into the brown bear's head. "Hmm" The brown bear wailed, but it didn't fall, and a heavy bear paw slapped at Ran Hanchuan. Ran Hanchuan's little face was startled, and he hurriedly abandoned the stone and jumped back, sitting on the woodland. The brown bear snorted a few times, and its bulky body finally collapsed on its back.

"Whew! I'm scared to death, Uncle Yun should mean this when he says that the trapped beast is still fighting, it's so powerful. Ran Hanchuan sat on the ground, muttering with a small mouth, and a layer of cold sweat overflowed on his forehead.

Ran Hanchuan rested for a moment, and smiled smugly on his little face, "Hehe, there are bear paws to eat." As he spoke, he stood up, pulled out a small scimitar from his waist, and walked towards the brown bear.

Yunxiao Mountain, a clearing on the top of the mountain

Yun Xingtian still stood with his hands in his hands, silently facing the cliff.

A sound of footsteps gradually came from the forest, and the "rustle" sound got closer and closer, more and more clear, but it stopped abruptly. Yun Xingtian was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "Who are you?"

There was silence behind him, and Yun Xingtian chuckled: "Since you're here, why don't you speak?"

"Hehe" Behind Yun Xingtian, a hoarse voice smiled: "I'm a nameless person, and I'm not enough to worry about." Presumably this is the Xingyun Sword of the year, Yun Xingtian. ”

"Xingyun Sword, it's been ten years, and I've heard this title again, but I haven't found it, but there are still people who remember me Yun." There was a hint of amazement in Yun Xingtian's voice.

"Of course I remember, Qi Tian is broken, the clouds are broken, we might as well tell how it happened."

Yun Xingtian's eyes flashed, he snorted, turned around, and saw that not far in front of him, there were three people standing quietly, and three black robes covered their appearance. The first person laughed strangely, revealing a pale face, "Sure enough, it's Your Excellency, it's really heroic!" ”

"Why are the three of you coming to me?" Yun Xingtian said lightly, "It shouldn't be here to chat." ”

"Hehe," the man laughed, "The three of us are just entrusted by others and loyal to others."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"The customer said, what happened back then, it's time for today."

"Hehehe, hahaha!" Yun Xingtian laughed, shook his head, walked to the wooden house, stopped under the dusty long sword hanging in front of the house, and looked at the long sword silently, as if he was remembering something, after a while, Yun Xingtian stepped forward and took down the long sword. Yun Xingtian's sleeve gently brushed away the dust on the sword, and while wiping, he smiled, his eyes showing a look of remembrance.

Finally, Yun Xingtian spoke: "How are you waiting?" As he spoke, facing the three of them, he held a silver sheath sword lightly in his hand, and the silver-gray scabbard was carved with auspicious clouds, and the curves of three flowing waters passed through the clouds. There are two delicate reliefs of clouds on the sword grid, which are about to come out, and the silver-white hilt of the sword is shining in the sunlight.

"Is this the Shui Yun Meng?" The black-clothed man at the head frowned slightly, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"How's it over? Chop the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows, hehehehe. The black-robed man laughed strangely, and took out a pitch-black dagger, revealing a pale and thin hand, and the two behind him also took out two almost identical pitch-black daggers. The three of them raised daggers and pointed at the clouds, one in front and two in the back, and a faint black light flashed on their bodies at the same time.

"Zheng!" The long sword in Yun Xingtian's hand let out a clear sound, loud and crisp, and there seemed to be a kind of joy that had not been seen for a long time, and the sword light of the white sword body flickered, exuding a heroic righteousness.

The person at the head looked at Yun Xingtian and stared, the fierce light in his eyes was prominent, and with a roar, the black light on the three of them suddenly burst out and instantly condensed together, and the black ghost light formed a huge dagger, suspended above the heads of the three people, and the first person stabbed the dagger forward in his hand, and saw that the dagger black light rushed towards Yun Xingtian.

Yun Xingtian quietly looked at the black light dagger that rushed over, the long sword in his hand danced in the air, vast and elegant, if Ran Hanchuan was on the side, he would be surprised, this mighty and elegant sword move was the "Xingyun Sword Technique". But when he saw the sword moves of Yunxingtian flying, the top of the mountain, which was originally cloudless at noon, actually gathered a cloud of white clouds to envelop Yunxingtian.

The dagger of black light slammed into the clouds, and the sharp black light poured out from the point of the thorn, but it was constantly melted and assimilated by the clouds, and after a while, the black light disappeared completely.

Yun Xingtian waved his long sword, stopped, looked at the long sword in his hand, suddenly laughed, pointed forward with the long sword, and whispered: "There is no wind and flowing water and clouds pass by, and the sword is in the blue sky!" I saw a clear wave rise in front of it, and a wisp of white clouds formed in the middle of the clear wave.

The groan stopped, and the sword light came out! The wisp of white clouds surrounded Qing Bo, and that clear wave suddenly turned into a clear light, attacking the three black-robed people with the sound of breaking wind like sharp arrows. The black-robed man led by the pupils shrank, holding a dagger in one hand and making a "claw" shape in the other hand to face the clear light that shot out, and the black light around the two people behind him rushed forward, condensing into a black claw in front of the three people. The five fingers of the claws are closed, making a hook, and the front is facing the clear light.

"Huh" The clear light actually passed through in the face of the black claw's obstruction, ignoring the layers of black qi as if it were nothing! The face of the black-robed man at the head changed, and the dagger in his hand was swung forward, and at the same time, the two people behind him were holding daggers in both hands, and two hideous black gases poured into the dagger of the leader of the man. There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the three of them took a step back together, although they blocked the clear light, but it made the three people's already pale faces even whiter.

Yun Xingtian let out a light "huh", "What kind of formation is this?" It blocked my 'flowing clouds'. ”

"Hehe, you don't need to know, a person who is dying, it's useless to know!" The hoarse voice of the black-robed man at the head was obviously fierce.

"Humph!" Yun Xingtian's face flashed with anger, the long sword in his hand was slowly raised, and in an instant, the calm mountain top wind roared, and one hurricane after another suddenly roared repeatedly, gathering around Yun Xingtian, for a while, the wind roared angrily, and the howling sound was repeated, and the entire mountain forest was blown by this wind and wave at this moment, shaking violently.

In the mountains and forests not far from the clearing, Ran Hanchuan was dragging a brown bear to walk hard in the forest. The mountains and forests were quiet, but a strong wind suddenly blew from the front without warning, Ran Hanchuan was caught off guard and was suddenly overturned by this strong wind, he screamed in pain, and hurriedly bent over to cover the sore buttocks, and struggled to hide behind the brown bear corpse, his heart was shocked.

The howling of the wind did not stop, the faces of the three people in black were grim, and the black light was scattered and separated by the strong wind, but the black light on the three of them became thicker and thicker.

"Whew!" Another whistling sound, and suddenly, the trees were silent and the wind stopped, and everything around them became unusually quiet after the whistle, giving people a sense of emptiness of nothingness. The wind around Yun Xingtian also disappeared at this moment, the cold light in his eyes was pressing, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared above the three of them, holding the long sword high with both hands, the white sword body looked like there were no waves, there was nothing different, and even it looked ordinary, unusually ordinary, even the flickering sword light disappeared without a trace, but this scene made the faces of the three black-robed people suddenly change greatly, and the pale faces were extremely shocked, and even terrified!

The peaks of Yunxiao Mountain were silent, and a slightly excited light drink sounded faintly at this time.

"Heaven, heaven!"

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