"The cadre sword is not a fairy sword, but a magic sword with the grudge of the cadre...... At that time, the king of Chu ordered the cadres to cast swords from his wife, and the cadres Mo Xie collected fine stones and meteoric iron to cast swords, but it did not work in three years, and in desperation, the cadres threw themselves into the furnace, and the sword became ...... Mo evil entered together, and the male and female swords were born between heaven and earth......" Yan Chixia introduced the Mo evil sword to Yun Jiu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yun Jiu's brows furrowed when he heard this, this is different from historical records and legends.

The Ganjiang Sword, which is said to be the first iron sword in history, has never been said to be so, although the casting process is difficult.

It's as if Yan Daxia is talking about folk wild history records.

Nie Xiaoqian was on the side, using the exquisite tea knife made of red sandalwood, and gently pry some tea from the top of the Pu'er tea cake.

After thousands of years, Pu'er tea cakes are still round in color, and when the tea is opened, the crisp sound makes people hear it clearly in this silent night. Even if it doesn't have a thousand years, judging by Yun Jiu's experience, it has a history of several decades.

This voice is a little different from the sound of those decades-old Pu'er tea cakes when they open tea.

Let's talk about crispness, there is a hint of roundness in it, which is different from the crisp sound of ordinary century-old tea cakes when the tea leaves are separated from the tea cakes.

The tea pried off by the tea knife was originally scattered on the tea table, Nie Xiaoqian didn't care if the tea table was unclean, and didn't use spiritual power, Qianqianyu put the tea in a pile, and then used a Nanzhu teaspoon to scoop the tea into the small purple clay pot little by little.

After completing all this, he lifted the kettle next to him, which had cooled down a lot, and rushed into the purple clay pot......

The whole process, the completion of the flow of clouds, without the slightest sense of pause, looks, is so harmonious, natural.

Rao is Yun Jiu saw her movements, and he couldn't feel anything else in his heart, even the previous Yan Chixia cadre Mo Ye or something was also forgotten. The kind of rhetoric and thought when I first met Nie Xiaoqian was like the clouds and smoke that had dispersed, and I couldn't mention it at all.

Nie Xiaoqian made people ignore her existence in the whole process of making tea, just looking at the movements in her hands, it was like becoming one with nature.

At this time, she is no longer a thousand-year-old female ghost, but a fairy.

Fairies, too.

Put the water into the kettle, close the lid of the teapot, and pour hot water over the teapot.

The water vapor suddenly surged upwards and quickly disappeared.

As the water vapor rose, a sense of historical vicissitudes rushed into Yun Jiu's nose.

If it was original, he would have felt that it was musty and choking.

And now, this musty smell gives him a kind of vicissitudes of history.

This is too much artistic conception than he made tea before.

The sense of vicissitudes quickly dissipated, and a smell that I couldn't tell whether it was fragrance or something diffused again.

At this time, Nie Xiaoqian's Qianqianyu held the handle of the teapot in her hand and poured it on the three cups lined up in front of her.

The process of washing tea is like flowing water......

"Whether it is a fairy, a demon or a devil, you have to cultivate your mind. Tea is just one that can carry a lot of feelings and give different feelings to different people. This is more enlightening than the experience in the red dust. Demons and monsters, killing nature, if you can't keep your heart, it will be difficult to prove the Great Dao in the end......" Nie Xiaoqian continued to make tea with water, and lightly opened her lips.

The crisp figure, like a clear spring, soaked into Yun Jiu's heart and spleen.

Yun Jiu's heart completely calmed down at this time.

"The art of the sword, there is no art. The sword is shapely, but the sword move is invisible...... The heart is caused, and the sword is ...... The sword is the heart, the heart is the sword......" Yan Chixia glanced at Nie Xiaoqian gratefully, Nie Xiaoqian gave him a roll of his eyes, he didn't care, and then spoke softly to Yun Jiu, who was as calm as the whole person.

The voice was not loud, but every word clearly came into Yun Jiu's ears, and then, these words seemed to be engraved into Yun Jiu's mind, making him remember it tightly.

There were many things that he couldn't understand now, but he remembered them.

He had never had such a memory before. Otherwise, if you read a book casually before the college entrance examination, you will be able to get into a key university.

After the tea was brewed, Yan Chixia didn't say anything more, and sat quietly on the side to drink tea.

For the first brew of tea, he picked up the teacup, put it to his nose, sniffed it gently, and closed his eyes to appreciate the taste of tea.

In front of him, the scent of warmth did not emanate to the surroundings.

Yun Jiu was remembering what Yan Chixia said, and kept thinking in his heart, what is tangible and what is intangible.

Since it is invisible, what is there and what is nothing?

It doesn't matter if there is, it doesn't matter if there is nothing, what do you care about?

For a moment, there was a hint of inspiration that I wanted to grasp, but I couldn't grasp it anyway.

Something that has and doesn't is not so easy to figure out.

Unable to grasp that fleeting inspiration, he began to return to the beginning, that is, the sword technique, what Yan Chixia taught him was the sword technique, so he simply thought about the sword technique.

Since it is said that the sword is tangible and the sword move is invisible, doesn't it mean that there is no need to stick to the sword move?

I didn't know swordsmanship before, so wouldn't Edgeworth be able to succeed?

Yun Jiu kept thinking about it, and his mind kept on the Ganjiang Sword.

The sword that was originally outside slowly floated in, and then continued to sink up and down in this room.

Even, in the end, Yun Jiu's body floated directly, and the Gan Jiang Sword flew directly under his buttocks, holding up the weight of his entire body.

Yun Jiu felt that he was sitting on the sword, and he immediately became happy, if he could sit on the sword, wouldn't he be able to fly with the sword? This way, it's easy to get anywhere, and you don't even need a plane ticket.

This Edgeworth flight is faster and easier than an airplane, and you don't need to take a plane, and it takes a lot of time to wait for the ticket to be checked.

You don't need to be like an airplane, you need to take off in a specific place, you have to depend on the weather conditions, and you have to fly according to the prescribed route, you don't need to do this at all!

Thinking of these haves and haves and nons, Yun Jiu's whole person suddenly became nervous.

As his mind moved, the sword that was floating flat in the air under his buttocks also became unstable, and after shaking a little, the sword suddenly fell to the ground.

"Bang!" Yun Jiu's whole body fell to the ground.

Feeling that the whole ass was no longer his own, he grinned in pain, but he was embarrassed to scream.

By this time, he had already remembered his situation.

The old man and the old man are watching from his side.

"Boy, if you can't separate your heart, you can't keep your mind, and if your sword flies, you will be thrown to death......" Yan Chixia looked at Yun Jiu, who couldn't get up by rubbing her buttocks, with a smile on her face.

Even Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help it.

"Lord Taishan, what's going on?" Yun Jiu didn't have any points at this time.

The thighs of the immortals can't be given up, right?

"The mind is too mixed!" Yan Daxian glanced at Yun Jiu, and then continued to drink tea.

It took a long time for Yun Jiu to recover, rub his still painful buttocks, and sit down in front.

It's so hard to get back to the state of being free of distractions.

I simply drank the tea made by my mother-in-law and what I usually brewed.

Originally, the tea in the cup was already cold, Nie Xiaoqian held the rim of the cup with a tea clip, poured the tea inside into the sink on the tea tray, and then poured him a cup from the sea of tea.

As soon as the tea was in his mouth, there was a silky feeling spreading throughout his mouth, Yun Jiu felt that this was no longer tea, it was too glutinous, and there was no way to compare with any kind of tea he had drunk before, just like the viscous feeling of very thick rice soup......

Sure enough, mortals are not blessed to consume the elixir and jade liquid of the immortals.

When a cup enters the abdomen, the pores of the whole person are instantly opened......

"The art of Edgeworth, it's actually very simple. Controlling the sword with qi is the only one...... Whether it is mobilizing the aura around the body to provide the power of the flying sword, or it is supplied by its own spiritual power...... When he doesn't have the ability to mobilize the surrounding spiritual power, he can only rely on the spiritual power accumulated in his body to provide the flying sword...... The better the quality of the flying sword, the lower the consumption of spiritual power. In a situation that humans can understand, it is like the combustion efficiency of an engine. The higher the combustion efficiency, the more fuel-efficient it is......"

Yun Jiu didn't expect that this old man actually had an understanding of human technology.

The metaphor is also vivid.

"My lord, Miss's sedan chair has reached ten miles away...... Suddenly, a cold voice came from the courtyard, interrupting Yan Chixia's words.