The sun rises, and the sun rests. Yan Du held an axe and chopped from late autumn to frost, and from frost to winter. Mr. Bei Guo's Jiaowei Guqin also touched "White Snow" from "Flowing Water".

The remnants of snow are dripping with the ice shoots, and the New Year is stealing to the willows. Yan Duan, a little girl like a spring bud, finally split the axe in her hand neatly and neatly, and also split a spring!

Now in the early spring, Mr. Bei Guo's song "Spring Breeze" fell, and Mei Chuan glanced at each other, and both of them were relieved.

"Master! Uncle Achuan! I'm finally splitting it! Twilight took a large basket of neatly chopped branches and ran to them happily.

Mei Chuan picked up the branches that Yan Du had split and looked at them, each of them split in half, all of them hit the heart of the wood, and none of them were biased. He slowly lowered the branch in his hand, glanced at Yandu's calloused hand, and finally nodded to the child.

Mr. Bei Guo looked at the little apprentice he brought back, and now he was closer to Ah Chuan, and he felt a little aggrieved, so he immediately stood up and said to Yan Dui:

"Good apprentice, bring me the sword! From today onwards, I will teach you my lifelong mastery of 'Yishui Sword Technique'! ”

As soon as Yan Du heard this, the eyes hiding the galaxy immediately lit up, and he looked at Mr. Bei Guo who was standing tall in surprise, and hurriedly said, "Okay! Master, go get the sword now! ”

Mr. Bei Guo proudly looked at Yan Duan's hurried back, and glanced at Mei Chuan, who had just fought with him, only to see him stand up silently and clean up the refreshments on the table.

He actually ignored her!

Mr. Beiguo began to be aggrieved again.

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At the foot of the Octagonal Mountain, on the bank of the Yishui River, Mr. Beiguo, dressed in white, waved the sword in his hand in the green mountains and green waters. The plain white and thin figure, the more on the surface of the river, lightly raised a ripple, as light as a flying swallow.

Then like a dragon, it flew to the top of the woods, and its figure was ethereal like a ghost. The grass and trees did not move, but the birds in the forest were startled, and before they could fly out of the lush bushes, Mr. Beiguo's figure had already fallen on the green space by the river.

"Yishui swordsmanship is the ancestor on the bank of the Yishui River, feeling the blazing liver and gallbladder of Jing Ke stabbing the king of Qin, Hou Zhu Erzhuang's (Hou Huan Zhuhai) to save the danger and create it, the sword momentum comet hits the moon, the sword light rushes to the stars in the daytime, and the sword wind is white and rainbow through the sun, it is the world's most victorious swordsmanship!"

Mr. Beiguo's voice sounded in the heavens and the earth, and Yan Du stood aside, staring intently at her every move, only to see the sword light dripping, the speed was as fast as lightning, and the mountains and rivers were integrated.

The cyan sword light was drawn in an arc in the air, and there were endless changes in it, and it was impossible to catch a trace of prying into the gaps.

"Yishui swordsmanship is not like other Jianghu sects with a variety of moves, a set of only ten styles, the so-called 'ten steps to kill a person', ten styles will be killed, and the tip of the sword will be stained with the blood of the enemy."

After the ten styles were completed, Mr. Bei Guo lowered his hand and scattered the sword momentum, pointing at the green grass, and the sword body reflected the sun, leaving no trace for thousands of miles.

Yan Dui's tightened heart suddenly relaxed, she had seen all the ten styles, all the footwork of one move and one style, and where the sword danced in her hand, she had completely memorized it. However, she couldn't do half a trick!

Yan Du sighed deeply, let's take it one step at a time!

"Master, you've just finished the Ten Styles, and you haven't seen any dead people?" Yan Du pondered what Mr. Bei Guo said, 'Ten Styles must die', and squatted on the ground looking at her Qingluan Sword.

"Little apprentice, you are wrong! Take a look at the tip of the sword! Mr. Bei Guo was still immersed in the chic of swinging the sword just now, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Hearing this, Yan Duan looked at the blade of the sword and wondered, "There is blood?" ”

"Look at the ground again!" Mr. Bei Guo looked smug and continued to say.

"Hmm, a grey-haired rabbit." Twilight looked at the grass and found the source of the bloodstains.

"That's right, add vegetables tonight......"

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Under the warm sun of early spring, Yan Du was wearing an emerald green men's brocade robe, waving away the childish and delicate of last year, with a heroic spirit on her jade white cheeks, and her straight waist was as slender and strong as an aspen.

The small knuckled hand reached out to the pitch-black scabbard, clenched the hilt, and with a slight lift of the wrist, the sword was unsheathed with a brush. The shining sword body reflected the black and white eyes, as bright and firm as the stars.

Mr. Beiguo looked at Yan Dusk, who had grown a lot, felt nostalgic in his heart, and continued to teach: "Yishui ten styles, the first five styles practice swordsmanship, and the last five styles practice sword heart!" ”

Mr. Bei Guo turned around and jumped on the sparkling river, lifting his sword:

"The first type, through the hall. Fly lightly, dragonflies point to water, eyes like torches, lock and kill others. A sword pierces the hall, and it is superfluous not to take a step. ”

Yan Du nodded in response, intending to guard the dantian, jumped on the water, and according to the posture of Mr. Beiguo who had just swung his sword, raised his hand and stretched out his sword, drawing wave marks on the water surface.

"The little apprentice learns very fast! I'll give you a bunny leg tonight! ”

Mei Chuan quietly rowed the bamboo row into the river, and Mr. Beiguo, who had praised the little apprentice, jumped on it when he saw this, and inadvertently, there was a small wave.

Suddenly, Yan Duan was distracted by this small wave, and his dantian was distracted, and with a plop, he fell straight into the lake.

Mei Chuan's eyes flashed, he raised the oar, slowly rowed to Yan Dui's side, and scooped up the child.

Mr. Beiguo, who was standing on the bamboo raft, was still light and light:

"Practice swords without being alarmed, and then practice."

Yan Duan, who was covered with water, spit out the river water in his mouth with a bang: "Yes! Master! ”

A small figure, day and night, stepping on the Yishui River, until the light body stepped through, the fish in the water did not know, the wild geese in the river did not hear, the bamboo row of Meichuan went to it alone, startled the layers of waves, and could not stop the sword shadow in the hand of Yan Dusk......

"The second type, crossing the mountain. Go up the mountain and cross the wood, shuttle endlessly, disappear, no trace. There was no shadow under the sword, and there was not a trace of wind. ”

Mr. Beiguo's figure is like a ghost, shuttling between the mountains and forests, and his plain white clothes should be abrupt in the emerald green, but at this moment, people can't catch the figure at all.

Yan Du fixed her eyes on each move, her eyes were fixed on Mr. Bei Guo's moves, her kicks leaped among the branches, standing behind Mr. Bei Guo, only to hear her tone relaxed, smiling and instructing: "Little apprentice, draw your sword and pick off this mountain of red fruits." ”

Yu Ba reached out and picked a big red fruit and threw it to Yan Dui, who was quick to see it, reached out to take it, and looked at the plain fruit in his hand carefully.

"Remember! Don't eat a green one, don't eat a crooked one, don't eat one without a stem, you have to be full and juicy, just like the one in your hand! Mr. Bei Guo turned his head to look at the little apprentice and said:

"In a quarter of an hour, pick a hundred!"

Yan Du took a bite of the red fruit, and sure enough, the juice was sweet and the meat was crispy: "Yes!" Master! ”

Mei Chuan, who came out of nowhere, inserted a pillar of incense sticks for a quarter of an hour on the soft land, and hung a fruit basket between the branches by the way.

At the beginning of spring, the green fruits all over the mountains and fields are indeed rare to pick this red fruit. Yan Du walked through the mountain, the sword wind did not arrive, the fruit had landed, the incense strips were burned out, and the sweaty Yan Du stood in front of Mr. Beiguo with a large basket of fruit on his back.

Mr. Bei Guo picked up one of the red fruits, only to see that the plump flesh was bitten by the worm:

"Sword training should be meticulous, and then practice!"

A small figure, towards the twilight, jumped on the octagonal mountain, until the sword passed the fruit and fell, a short incense pillar on the ground had not been burned, and the fruit in Mr. Beiguo's hand had not been eaten......

"The third type, clever. The ears are deaf and the eyes are clear, the hands are faster than the eyes, the ears hear the six directions, and the eyes reach the eight directions. Seeing the sword, don't miss the enemy's life! ”

The flowing water is long, the clear stream is transparent, Mr. Beiguo stood on a smooth stone in the stream, his body did not take a step, the sword light had already crossed all directions, and Yan Du suddenly felt that the surrounding breath was slashed by the sword.

After the sword, Yan Du took a deep breath, the breeze passed, and the breath was normal again. She stepped on another stone in the creek that had been washed and polished by the stream.

The dantian sank and stabilized his legs, but he heard Mr. Bei Guo say gracefully: "Little apprentice, look down!" ”

Yan Du looked down when she heard this, the clear stream under the stone, the little fish and the little loach were scurrying around quickly, and she heard the master's beautiful voice: "Little apprentice, look up again!" ”

Twilight looked up and saw that when it rained, the river was full of dragonflies, their wings fluttering slightly, and they were as red and gold as color in the sunlight.

"Centered on the stone you're standing on, shoot down all the fish and insects that swim around you." Mr. Beiguo looked at Mei Chuan from a distance and said with a smile:

"Pick out all the fish, remember! The tip of the sword hooks the fish's mouth, rotates the blade, and does not hurt the fish! ”

Yan Du looked at the fish the size of his palm, and froze: "Yes!" Master! ”

Raising the sword and waving, the sound of chaos in all directions. Hearing and raising his eyes, the dragonfly had already flown into the distance, and when he heard the sound and lowered his head, the loach did not know where to go. In a hurry, Yan Du suddenly felt his feet slip, and he fell straight into the mud, and a drop of mud was stained between his nose.

Seeing this, Mr. Beiguo instinctively laughed and forced a smile:

"Martial arts training must be one, and then practice!"

A small figure, day and night, stood on a rock, closed its eyes and listened, and then closed its ears and gazed until it listened and stared, from the surroundings to a radius of thirty feet, all within the eyes and ears. With the sword swiped, the dragonfly's wings trembled, and all of them fell to the surface of the water, and the fish had an itch in its mouth, and it had already been picked in the basket......

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The Yishui River is clear day and night, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and silent, and the Shengjing Imperial Capital is full of fireworks, and the gongs are full of firecrackers.

On the festival of Shangyuan, every household was full of red lanterns, Zhuang Lin hurried home, wanting to see his sister who was more pretty than the lanterns a little earlier, but only saw that there were only two little maids left in Badouju, one fat and one thin, cleaning.

When I asked, I found out that my sister had already left Shengjing and went to learn art.

"Daddy! Mother! Zhuang Lin approached Lord Zhuang's study in a hurry, and saw that his father and mother were talking and laughing, eating Lantern Festival.

"Yo! My son is back! Song Qi looked at his son, who had grown a little taller after half a year away from home, and then ordered his subordinates: "Mama Xu, go and serve a bowl of Lantern Festival to the young master!" ”

"Mother! Where did my sister go? Xu didn't believe what he had heard before, Zhuang Lin hurriedly sat next to Song Qi and asked.

Song Qi glanced at Zhuang Hao when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Your sister followed Mr. Beiguo to learn art!" ”

"Where did you go to study art, and did you come back?" Zhuang Lin listened to his mother's words, like five thunderbolts, and the sister he missed left the Zhuang family without even leaving a portrait.

"Look at what you're talking about." Master Zhuang looked at his nervous son, and he was not easy to tease, so he said bluntly: "She went to Youzhou to study, and she went home naturally after learning!" ”

Returning home after studying? How many years will it take! Zhuang Lin looked sad, and the dealer and his wife were confused. Mama Xu had already brought the Lantern Festival in, and she picked out Zhuang Lin's favorite fillings, Song Qi was relieved when she saw this: "Son, eat quickly!" ”

"Hey!" Zhuang Lin sighed deeply, his heart was blocked, thinking that he couldn't see Yan Du for a long time, and he didn't know if she would forget herself like this: "I can't eat!" ”

"Let's eat!" Song Qi glanced at her son, but she still knew how to make her son happy, so she said, "Twilight said that every year on August 15, she will bring a letter to the foot of Tianji Mountain for you, remember to ask someone to pick it up!" ”

Letter? When Zhuang Lin heard this, the breezy and moonlit face suddenly became angry, yes! He had previously instructed his sister to send a letter to him on August 15 every year! Therefore, my sister will not only not forget him, but will also think of him from time to time, and only I can receive her letter in this world!!

When Zhuang Lin thought about it, half of the anger just now disappeared, but he was still worried about Yan Du in his heart, and the Lantern Festival in his mouth was not as sweet as in previous years......