When the two were talking, a lonely figure appeared in the depths of the dense forest, standing sideways by the tree, it was Master Zhang Xian, he looked up at the ice lake, let out a sigh, put his hand on his forehead, and walked back slowly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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Shang Yun followed Zhang Xian to learn astronomy and geography every day, four books and five classics, cutting bamboo on weekdays, and practicing marksmanship with the moon at night.

Shang Yun grew into fourteen years old, slender and refined, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, vaguely visible the appearance of the jade tree in the wind in the future, and the little junior sister Zhang Yi, one year older than him, is slim at the moment, like a hibiscus out of the water, although it has reached the age of the hand, but it is still stubborn, Zhang Xian is not in a hurry to marry her, so he went with her.

In the past three years, Shang Yun has not yet learned the art of Danqing, but his martial arts have improved a lot, and at this time, Ma Teng is also willing to bow down.

After three years of training, Shang Yun felt that the Danqing technique, he didn't know when he could learn it, and unconsciously, he looked down on it and only put his heart on martial arts.

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However, in the past three years, in addition to the two of them being busy with their daily homework, Su Mo has also been very busy and very upset.

Originally, Su Mo lay on the high place of the tree trunk every day, watching them practice marksmanship, just eating wild fruits in the mountains, happy and happy, who knew that as the little doll of Ma Teng's family grew up, it became more and more sticky.

I don't know why, this little Ma Chao was very happy when he saw Su Mo, and when he was about three years old, he saw Su Mo coming and going all day long, so he wanted to learn this swordsmanship from her.

Su Mo couldn't entangle him, so he had to teach him hard, but this sword technique could only be used by Danqing, or like Zhang Xian, he could drive Danqing.

Su Mo didn't understand the cultivation method of Danqing Master, and he couldn't teach him, so he could only teach him this step of the battle sword technique, which even ordinary people could use.

This Su Mo, although she is a Danqing Imperial Spirit, but this body of swordsmanship, crisscrossing the four seas, no one can match, if there is no copper bell on her feet to seal the nine-layer spiritual power, it is not an exaggeration to say that she can reverse the universe and open the heavens and the earth.

So Su Mo taught his original set of foot combat swordsmanship to Ma Chao, after this child was taught by her, not to mention that he was very peaceful, although he was only three years old, he practiced with a wooden stick in his hand every day, and he didn't come to disturb her, seeing his attentive appearance, he was actually a little martial arts idiot.

Su Mo was stable, and he was naturally overjoyed, and he could finally return to the days of eating fruits at leisure every day, and he didn't care about him, just lying on the tree to sleep and eat fruits every day, and raised his head to look at him from time to time, afraid that he would be lost.

Suddenly, a year has passed, and this kid has practiced this set of foot combat swordsmanship to a very good degree.

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One day, when Ma Chao was practicing swords alone in the forest, he happened to meet Shang Yun and Zhang Yi cutting bamboo.

Shang Yun thought that this four-year-old child knew something, but he was just playing with wooden sticks over there and cutting bamboo for a while, and his eyes looked at him from time to time, but the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became, so he only opened his mouth wide and looked at him blankly.

I saw that this little horse was dancing with a stick in his hand, and he was secretly killing and erratic, which seemed to be a very profound swordsmanship.

Shang Yun's heart was uncertain, so he had to put down the firewood knife in his hand and go to the stone house to find his father to see.

Ma Teng heard what he said, and hurriedly came with him, only watching from a distance, not daring to disturb this little Ma Chao, after looking at it for a while, Ma Teng's face was shocked, slapped his thigh, and said, "I'm going, my son, what kind of swordsmanship is this practice, it is so mysterious?" ”

Ma Chao was immersed in sword practice and did not respond to him.

Shang Yun smiled happily, "Uncle Ma Teng, you go with him, I think he should have learned from my sister Su Mo, looking at his appearance, I think he inherited you, he has been a martial arts genius since he was a child, and if you cultivate him more in the future, you may be able to dominate the world." ”

Ma Teng was praised by him, his face turned red, and he scratched his head and smiled, "Where, where." But in my heart, I thought so, and wanted to say that I had to cultivate this son well in the future, maybe he would be able to become a big man.

So since then, Ma Teng has been much more diligent in going up the mountain, but he came up the mountain to find Zhang Xian in two days to catch up with him, so that his son can learn more from Su Mo.

Shang Yun was also secretly glad that when he cut down bamboo every day, he could also watch Pony Chao practice swordsmanship, and unconsciously, he kept the swordsmanship he used in his heart and secretly practiced it at night......

He already has a foundation in martial arts, and if he learns this sword technique again, he will make rapid progress, but after more than a month, he will be able to use this step of the sword technique perfectly.

But in this way, it made Zhang Xian quite a headache, he wanted to teach Shang Yun Danqing's art, and also wanted to teach him what he had learned all his life, but before that, he needed to teach Shang Yun the principles of life, so that he could see his wisdom, he knew that he was smart, but he also knew that Shang Yun did not agree with and understand the way of heaven and sage he said from the bottom of his heart, and he was afraid that he would be mistaken by being smart, so he was reluctant to teach him the art of Danqing.

But who knew that Shang Yun was obsessed with martial arts, but he was getting farther and farther away from this way of danqing, and Zhang Xian always thought about it, always sitting and lying down at night, sighing again and again.

He thought to himself that if he continued like this, he would ruin Shang Yun's talent.

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Suddenly, when Shang Yun was cutting bamboo, he heard the wind blowing, faintly ringing the copper bell in front of the stone house, and was in doubt, only to see a few rays of light flying in the sky, impartial, just falling in the direction of the snow cloud Xuan.

"Yikes!" Zhang Yi also screamed on the side.

Shang Yun didn't know what it was, and his heart jumped heavily.

saw Zhang Yi's happy face, and he was overjoyed, pulling Shang Yun and running.

"Senior brother, let's go, someone is coming."

Shang Yun was dragged by her and ran all the way, and said blankly, "Who is here?" ”

Zhang Yi looked back at him while running, but saw that the wind lifted her long hair and spread it over her shoulders, and her red lips were as bright and moving as peach blossoms, Shang Yun couldn't help but feel a move in her heart.

Zhang Yi bent a pair of Yue'er eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't know, but this Imperial Jane Flying Technique is unique to the Danqing Sect, but I'm afraid that we are here from the same door." ”

Same door? Shang Yun had a hint of foreboding in his heart, and for some reason, his eyebrows suddenly jumped.

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In front of Dexue Yunxuan, I saw four figures standing in the snow.

The one at the head is quite old, with gray temples, only a beard, which is also black and white, wearing a white robe, spotless, and independent, like an immortal.

Behind him, there stood three young men.

The one on the left, about twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square nose and a wide mouth, a high protruding forehead, and a cyan robe.

The one in the middle, who was a little younger, was also seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long face and wide eyes, a slender figure, and a white dress like snow, he only raised one head high, and his expression was quite cold and arrogant.

Shang Yun looked at the one on the right again, and saw that he had a wide forehead and jade face, the youngest, and he was afraid that he would be similar to himself, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and only looked at Xue Yunxuan's plaque.

This Xue Yunxuan was originally written by Nanhua Patriarch, with strong pen power and three points into the wood, and there is nothing strange about ordinary people looking at it twice, it's just-

Shang Yun noticed that the youngest boy was quite different from the others in that he carried a three-foot long sword at his waist.

The hilt of the sword was deeply scratched, even the strip of cloth used to wrap it was mottled, and the scabbard was also worn, one side had been worn, and the sword body was faintly exposed.

Feeling a flash of cold light, Shang Yun couldn't help but sigh, although this sword is ancient, it is a good sword.

When he was secretly looking, he saw that the young man also raised his head and was looking this way.

The two eyes met in the air, and they were like lightning strikes, each avoiding their eyes.

Shang Yun thought to himself, in the eyes of this young man, there was so much anger.

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At this moment, only a squeak was heard, and Xue Yunxuan pushed the door, and a person walked out of it.

Zhang Xian stood in the Xuan, saw a few people, his face was happy, he bowed his hand to the old Taoist who was the leader, and said with a toothy smile, "Third Senior Brother, how can you have the leisure to come here to see me?" ”