"Chu Yu" waved his hand casually in the process of speaking, and the very real scene appeared in front of "Qin Ping", "Chu Yu" just showed the appearance of each character and decoration and the cultivation method in front of him, and let him slowly advance all this and perfect it all.

After more than two hours, "Qin Ping" slowly opened his eyes, looked at "Chu Yu" gently, and said, "Chu Yu, let's go to the next cultivation." "Chu Yu" and "Qin Ping" looked at each other and smiled.

"Chu Yu" opened his mouth and said, "Brother Qin, let's first practice swordsmanship, and then practice other techniques. Chu Yu put down the teacup in his hand, got up first, and walked towards the door of the thatched house.

"Qin Ping" nodded lightly, didn't make a sound, just got up and put on the clothes placed at the head of the bed, and followed "Chu Yu" out of the thatched house.

Outside the door was a small clearing, and the ground of the clearing was so bare that there was not the slightest grass. The clearing, surrounded by lush greenery, resembles a very ordinary farm yard, with the only difference being that there are no piles of debris.

The figure standing in the courtyard was wearing a plain white robe, with only the symbol of the Xuanyun Sect on the right chest, and there was no other pattern. This is an elegant old man, with gray hair, two slightly long sword eyebrows are also snow-white, and a pair of kind and gentle eyes revealing a firm feeling of reassurance.

Although the old man's face was now covered with wrinkles, he could vaguely see the shadow of his handsome appearance when he was young. The old man held an ancient long sword in his right hand, his right hand hung down, the sword body tilted downward, the tip of the sword did not shake at all, and pointed straight to a point on the ground.

"Qin Ping" involuntarily blurted out, "Master!"

A kind smile slowly spread across the old man's face, "Ping'er, you're awake, come, go and take down the sword." ”

"Qin Ping" walked to the wall of the room, took off the simple long sword, held it in his hand a little harder, and then turned to look at the master.

"Ping'er, you see, I'll show you this set of swordsmanship, the sword is amorphous, you must look at it carefully, the first time you see how much you can comprehend, it basically determines the height you can reach, understand?" Master Master Xuanqing stood in the middle of the scene, the original kindness and gentleness gradually faded, leaving behind the sternness of the teacher.

"Master, I understand. "Qin Ping" held the hilt of the sword with both hands and saluted Xuanqing.

Xuan Qing slowly closed his eyes, "Remember, the sword is not a dry sword, there is never a principle of constant change, but to change all changes, the long sword is light and agile, and it goes with the wind." ”

Xuanqing dragged the sword forward two and a half steps, the sword in his hand stabbed out lightly, the sword did not reach the farthest, the arm did not stretch out and then flirted back, and the body also moved, the sword followed the person, the person moved with the sword, and the breeze blowing around it was integrated.

"Qin Ping" stared intently at Xuanqing's movements, unwilling to let go at all. Xuanqing's sword was not stopped, and the sword in his hand became more and more light, but when he felt the performance of "Qin Ping", his brows were more and more furrowed. When Xuanqing was about to give up, "Qin Ping" closed his eyes and stopped looking at it.

Xuan Qing showed a pleased smile, and began to change his speed, sometimes as fast as rain and lightning, sometimes as slow as still water ripples, as the long sword was unsheathed, Xuan Qing's moving figure finally stopped, and the eyes that had been closed slowly opened.

"Ping'er, do you understand?" Xuan Qing looked at "Qin Ping", who was still tightly closed, and asked out loud.

Qin Ping slowly opened his eyes, but he showed a slightly annoyed look, "Master, I don't know, but I seem to have forgotten everything I just remembered just now." Qin Ping scratched his head in annoyance.

"Haha, it's good to forget, it's good to forget, the sword has no fixed pattern, if you remember the fixed pattern, how can you follow the sword as you like, and the human sword is one? Xuan Qing's hearty laughter came out, as if he didn't mind that "Qin Ping" had forgotten the moves he demonstrated, but was happy about it.

"Qin Ping" slowly walked to the middle of the field, stood opposite Xuanqing, and then slowly closed his eyes. "Qin Ping" didn't move at first, just felt, felt the blowing of the wind, felt the flow of qi, and then his body began to slowly shake it, but he still raised his sword and did not move.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, "Qin Ping" moved with the trend, and actually took three steps forward in succession, the sword in his hand kept hanging down and swinging left and right, until the third step was solid, and suddenly the sword came out, and the sword stabbed out like thunder, stabbing towards Xuanqing's chest, Xuanqing smiled slightly, and didn't see any movement from Xuanqing, so he suddenly accelerated and floated out behind him.

The sword of "Qin Ping" is not the farthest, and the arm is not stretched out to take two steps back towards the retreating Xuanqing, and the sword in his hand is obliquely picked up at Xuanqing, and the Xuanqing, who is not slow, looks like he can't avoid it for a while, and when Xuanqing turns around, he dodges this sword.

The wind slowly subsided, and the fierce sword momentum of "Qin Ping", which was originally pressing step by step, also changed, and slowly began to become supple, no longer as stiff as before, "Qin Ping" stepped lightly in the breeze, no more than a foot in step, and the sword did not leave his body, but it forced Xuanqing to turn around many times to speed up and avoid.

The breeze is slightly caressed, sometimes to the south, sometimes to the north, fluctuating, and the figure and sword momentum of "Qin Ping" also sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, and is light and unusual. "Qin Ping" slowly stopped and began to pant slowly, it seemed that he was exhausted, so he had to stop.

"Yes, yes, you don't have a cultivation now, but it's okay to be able to practice swords to such a point, take a break. Xuanqing's voice sounded in front of "Qin Ping", and there was joy in his words.

"Qin Ping" slowly opened his eyes that had been closed, but found that there was no Xuanqing's figure in front of him, "Qin Ping" turned his head to look, and found another familiar figure.

This is also an old man, his face is full of wrinkles and ravines, his body is slightly hunched, his steps are relatively small, and his white eyebrows are extremely long, hanging down to his neck, which is matched by his longer gray beard, which extends to his chest.

Although the old man's figure looked like he was old and weak, his bright eyes made people dare not speculate about his spirit at all, and he had a kind smile on his face that was even more kind than that of Master Master Xuanqing, and there was even a hint of doting on the well-behaved juniors.

"Qin Ping" turned around with a smile, took two steps forward to hold the old man's hand, and shouted obediently: "Second Master." ”