Master Xie praised. Qin Chengming hurriedly replied.

"From today on, I will look at the three of you together, although the foundation of swordsmanship is not the same, especially Qin Chengming, the swordsmanship is poor, but as long as you are willing to work hard, you can still catch up with them. After Ling Ji said a word, he gave each of the three of them a Fan Tie long sword.

At the same time, three spiritual powers shot towards the dantian of the three people, sealing all the cultivation of the three of them tightly, and no trace of spiritual power was used.

Qin Cheng knew that this was the beginning.

Ling Jiyi took the same mortal iron long sword, and without the slightest spiritual power, he began to teach, he first slowed down, while doing it, while talking about the main points, Qin Chengming and the three of them followed to learn.

The second time, Ling Ji was a little faster than the first, and at the same time, the three of them had to keep up with his speed.

The third time, the sword speed was already very fast, but Qin Chengming and the three of them were cultivators after all, and they could see it completely, but it was not easy for the body to keep up.

Ling Jiyi didn't take the teaching for the fourth time, but asked the three of them to keep practicing this swordsmanship, and Ling Jiyi pointed out the wrong place next to him and revised it.

Qin Chengming, Ling Yun, and Qi Yayun waved these boring movements over and over again, and Ling Yun quickly became proficient, although there were mistakes, but there were very few.

An hour later, Ling Yun practiced three times in a row in front of Ling Jiyi, but Ling Jiyi did not find out what was wrong.

Ling Yun could ask Ling Ji to break the seal and freely dispose of the rest of the time today, his main task was naturally to practice the exercises and build the foundation as soon as possible, so he went directly into the cultivation tower.

Qin Chengming and Qi Yayun were still working hard, meticulous and kept practicing their swords, Ling Ji found a reclining chair, lay down under the pine tree, stared at the two of them, and as long as there was a trace of mistake, he immediately pointed it out.

The two of them practiced from morning to eleven o'clock at noon, because they were sealed and cultivated, so the sweat on their bodies soaked their clothes, Qin Chengming was okay to say, at most, the clothes were stuck to his body.

In comparison, Qi Yayun was much more uncomfortable, her originally smooth hair was sticking to her face, and the palace clothes were also soaked with sweat, and she couldn't hold it up, so Qin Chengming felt a little sorry for her.

But Ling Jiyi was staring at the side, very serious, and Qin Chengming couldn't speak.

Fortunately, Qi Yayun has swordsmanship skills, and finally, at around eleven o'clock in the morning, she practiced three times in a row, and without any mistakes, she was unsealed by Ling Jiyi.

She didn't have time to say a word, so she went to her own room to take a shower.

In the courtyard, only Qin Chengming was left still practicing.

Qin Chengming was already sweating all over his body at this time because he was sealed for cultivation, his shoes were already wet, and his eye sockets were all sweat droplets, but he stiffened up, practicing the sword path of Professor Ling Jiyi over and over again.

And what about Ling Jiyi? Ling Jiyi was lying on the chair, looking at the pine leaves above his head with his glasses, but he kept talking to Qin Chengming.

His mouth kept chattering, pointing at Qin Chengming: "Three inches upward; the sword just now should be forced; the momentum is not right, it should be indomitable; the wrist of this sword should not exert force, the body should exert force to push the sword out; the pace and timing of the sword are wrong, just slow down the sword; this move is not right, the sword body should be raised flat, but the tip of the sword is downward, imagine that there is a drop of water on it, the water cannot flow to the left and right, it can only flow down the spine of the sword; the action is not to draw, it is to tear away, and there must be the strength to pull......"

Qin Chengming originally felt that every sword he sent out was similar to Ling Jiyi and Ling Yun, but the words that Ling Jiyi kept saying in his mouth made Qin Chengming feel that he was inferior to them by the breadth of a continent......

It was already twelve o'clock at noon, Qi Yayun came out of her hut, she had taken a bath, she was now dry, seeing that Qin Chengming was still practicing, she turned around and went back to the house, took out a white sweat towel from the house, and held it in her hand.

After a few more minutes, Ling Jiyi shouted: "Stop, eat first, after an hour, Qin Chengming continues, and the other two are free to arrange their time." ”

When Qin Chengming heard this, he was finally relieved, after practicing for such a long time, he only felt that the sword in his hand was ten thousand pounds, and as soon as he let go at this time, the long sword fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Qin Chengming wanted to stretch out his fingers, but found that he couldn't stretch them out, and he froze, as if he had been fished out of the water, and there was nothing that was not wet.

Trying to break the fingers of his right hand with his left hand, he finally straightened the fingers of his right hand, and Qin Chengming spread it on the ground, panting.

At this time, Qin Chengming, who had been sealed and cultivated, really felt that his body was so fragile.

At this time, Qi Yayun walked over, took a sweat towel, and was about to wipe the sweat on Qin Chengming's forehead.

Qin Chengming wanted to stop it quickly, he was not without hands and feet, how could he let his junior sister, who was also tired all morning, wipe his sweat?

Qin Chengming, who was already too tired to speak, could only raise his hand to get the sweat towel, and only said three words on his lips: "I'll come"

But he didn't expect that as soon as Qi Yayun hid, Qin Chengming had no trace of cultivation at this time, how could he grab it? And the two arms didn't look like his own, and after raising it, Qin Chengming also gave up.

Qi Yayun gently covered Qin Chengming's face with a sweat towel, and her soft little hands wiped Qin Chengming's eye sockets, nose bridge, mouth, and cheeks through the sweat towel.

Qin Chengming was so tired at this time that he could only gasp for breath, and it was really uncomfortable not to wipe it, so it was up to her.

But I only felt that these little hands, the place where they had kneaded seemed to have magic power, and Qin Chengming was extremely comfortable.

After another five minutes, Qin Chengming finally felt a little strength, stood up, smiled at Qi Yayun, and didn't say thank you.

Because there is still a month to go, do you want to thank yourself every day?

Qin Chengming went back to the room, took a shower in three or two, and ran to the back kitchen to see that it was Ling Yun cooking.

Qin Chengming is now struggling to speak, and can only express his meaning in a few simple words: "I cook, you don't interfere." ”

Ling Yun smiled and agreed. Obviously, he knew what Qin Chengming was tired of, and he had suffered all these hardships.

Qin Chengming started cooking, very quickly, very skillfully, in twenty minutes, five dishes were fried.

With all the color, flavor and flavor, Ling Jiyi set up three dishes on his own table.

Qin Chengming had a small round table for three people and two dishes.

Qin Chengming only felt that he had been cooking for so long, and he had never made it as delicious as today, and he ate five bowls of white rice in one go, which surprised Qi Yayun so much that he didn't want it, Ling Yun also stared at him with an expression of disbelief.

Qin Chengming doesn't care what his image is, he can only practice swordsmanship when he is full, otherwise he will be sealed in his cultivation, and he will not be able to support it.

After eating, Qin Chengming started again under the supervision of Ling Jiyi.

It's still the same as in the morning, and there are so many mistakes in Qin Chengming's sword moves that Ling Ji doesn't have time to say them all, so he has to say as much as he can.

But Ling Jiyi, like a little old man in the countryside, lying in the shade of a tree, looking like a beautiful and wandering person, the greedy Qin Chengming felt even more bitter in his heart.

Time flies quickly, especially for Qin Chengming, who is concentrating on practicing swordsmanship, except for feeling tired, he can't feel the passage of time at all.

The sky was inadvertently black, and Qin Chengming was still full of mistakes.

After dinner, Ling Jiyi temporarily lifted the seal for Qin Chengming, Qin Chengming immediately used the Jinghua spiritual power to run his whole body, and the muscles and flesh that were originally sore were nourished by the life spiritual power, and all the fatigue was removed, and Qin Chengming was alive again.

Qin Chengming took the opportunity to give Ling Yun and Qi Yayun a piece of life spirit power each, ensuring that the two of them would not be tired from their cultivation tonight, and then they were cultivated by Ling Ji and continued to practice.

This practice is one night.

Finally, at five o'clock in the morning, Qin Chengming practiced these twelve sword moves three times without any mistakes and omissions, and these three times, whether it is: sword path, sword intent, sword momentum, sword god, sword qi, and sword moves, all of them were completely consistent with Ling Jiyi's requirements, and they were all in line with Ling Jiyi's requirements, and they were all perfect, so he finally got Ling Jiyi's affirmation.

Ling Jiyi unlocked Qin Chengming's seal and said, "Yes, it took twenty-two hours in total, now let's rest, at six o'clock in the morning, the three of you will gather here." ”

6 a.m. ...... It's five o'clock...... Qin Chengming wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, so he still took the opportunity to quickly nourish his tired body with his life spiritual power, and by the way, take a bath!

Qin Chengming was all over his body, and his clothes were stuck to his body, which was very uncomfortable.

Taking a bath is what Qin Chengming desires most in the depths of his heart.

In a short hour, Qin Chengming couldn't help tossing at all, Qin Chengming only felt that he hadn't done anything, it was six o'clock.

But finally, with a pair of dry clothes, when I took a bath in a wooden barrel, I used my life spirit power to wash away all my fatigue.

As Ling Jiyi, who was in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty, stayed up for a day and a night, without any fatigue at all, at this time, he was full of energy, and said to the three people in front of him: "Practice a new set of swordsmanship today, today's swordsmanship, there are fourteen moves, I still practice it three times, you take a closer look." ”

Qin Chengming already had experience, and this time, his eyes widened, and he didn't blink at all during the whole process, and he saw these three times thoroughly.

The three of them practiced separately.

Ling Yun was still more than an hour, passed the test perfectly, and went to practice again.

Only Qi Yayun and Qin Chengming were left in the field.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qi Yayun also passed the test smoothly, leaving only Qin Chengming......

At two o'clock in the morning the next day, Qin Chengming passed the customs.

Time passed like this, Qin Chengming had never been taught by Ling Jiyi any "Combined Attack Technique" and "Cracking Necromantic Sword Technique", these things that Qin Chengming had in his heart, he had never even seen a single one......

There is only one good news, that is, Qin Chengming can practice a set of swordsmanship, and he is even faster.

On the third day, Qin Chengming successfully passed the test in sixteen hours.

On the fourth day, it took thirteen hours.

On the fifth day, the nightmare came.

When Qin Chengming tried his best and successfully passed the level in eleven hours, Ling Jiyi immediately came up with another set of swordsmanship and asked the three of them to continue practicing.

Poor Qin Chengming practiced directly until four o'clock in the morning of the next day.