In some dimly lit courtyards, the rain on the stone slabs reflected a few candle flames, I don't know whether the candles were swaying or the water surface was rippling, the reflection in the water was flickering and dimming, and outside the courtyard was a forest, and the dark blue mist was floating in the rain.

The girl dressed in white stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard holding a white paper umbrella printed with light yellow flowers in her hand, and the rain flowed through the umbrella surface to form a curtain, so the woman in white was more soft and secluded.

Just now, Yun Tombsheng was worried that Yun Qianyu's clothes would be wet from the rain, so he took an umbrella that he was leaning on at the door of the room next to him and threw it out of the window, presumably it was the personal belongings brought by those officials of the military department.

Xiao Mishu stood under the simple stretched out eaves, quietly looking at the cold figure in the center of the courtyard, originally wanted to step forward, but after feeling a certain breath, he retreated under the eaves and slowly closed his eyes, and the scenes since he was a child practicing swords appeared in his mind, not that he had a mood before the war, but that he did not notice the terrifying aura under the appearance of this cold girl who was praised by Yun Tombsheng.

When he was very young, his grandfather, who had retreated to the back mountain to concentrate on cultivation, discovered his talent in swordsmanship, so he often let himself go to the back mountain to practice, but he had never touched the sword before he was ten years old, and he had been practicing some basic skills, and when he was ten years old, his grandfather began to teach himself to practice heavy sword.

The swordsmanship of the Xiao family has been passed down from generation to generation is called Xiao Xiao Falling Leaves, which is extremely light and swordsmanship, and after the swordsmanship is completed, the whole person is like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, which seems to be soothing and weak, but in fact it is murderous and restrained, just like his own weapon, although it is as soft as a belt, but it is a real killing weapon.

As for why you want to practice heavy swords, according to the old man, it is like lifting weights lightly, no matter how complex the exercises are, you can't avoid the word light and heavy, you are familiar with the heaviest sword, and you practice the lightest sword, all the exercises and routines of the hostile person are between your light and heavy, no matter how cumbersome and delicate he is, you can easily find out how to deal with it.

Mingxi trembled slightly, it was an extremely thin soft sword, and it swayed with the slightest wind, and the few people watching the battle upstairs quieted down when they saw it, although they were puzzled, but they didn't make a sound, and it was expected that Xiao Mishu had some understanding before the battle.

I don't know when, Xiao Mishu's forehead was covered with sweat, and on Yun Qianyu's body, he felt a sense of oppression that could not be described in words, the girl with an indifferent face and a white umbrella printed with small yellow flowers standing on a rainy night had a faint quaint atmosphere.

I remember that my grandfather once praised himself: "Mishu, your talent in the sword is superior, unless there is really a natural sword immortal in this world, otherwise in fifty years, the sword of the world will be the sword of your Xiao Mishu." ”

At that time, I also asked what was the innate sword fairy, and what my grandfather said was: "I can't tell, I was also curious before, but there has been no answer, I have visited famous mountains, and I have seen a number of famous predecessors, most of these predecessors said that according to the inheritance of the sect, the innate sword fairy should be born with the two rhymes of mountains and rivers." ”

In a night rain, the old man took the grandson who was pinned on the family's high hopes to a remnant in the barren mountain, and told the story of the broken mountain gate little by little.

"See that fallen half-butch? If I understand it well, this is the breath of the innate sword fairy, when the rain washes down, it looks like the broken copper is as soft as water, but you can see the hardness and heaviness inside through the water. ”

Outside the dilapidated mountain gate, the young man looked at it for a long time, and carefully understood the so-called two rhymes of mountains and rivers, and the old man taught lightly on the side:

"If one day you really see the born sword immortal, remember, winning or losing is not important, the indomitable heart is unshakable, you can lose, but the heart must be as solid as a rock, those with mediocre talent can surpass one by one Tianjiao to become a generation of grandmasters, you have extraordinary talent and the cultivation of the family, why can't you do it? As long as you are tenacious, even the sword immortal needs to bow to you, and you must firmly believe that hard work can make up for talent to a certain extent. ”

The young man lowered his eyes and thought quietly for a while, but the old man did not urge, and finally the young man looked back and said: "What Grandpa taught is that Sun Er may not be the smartest person in the world, but he must have the most perseverance and perseverance. ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction, holding a dim oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and holding a dusk oil paper umbrella with one hand behind his back, it had rained all day, and the mountain road was a little muddy and difficult to walk, and on the way back to the two, the old man thought again and again and said to his grandson beside him: "I don't have any worries about your talent, and I don't worry about whether you will work hard to cultivate, what I'm worried about is your sword heart."

Martial artists with low talent have been working hard all their lives, and they have seen many people with better talent than themselves, so as long as they go far on the road of practicing martial arts, most of them are more tenacious; With a talent like you, cultivation is indeed unstoppable, but your growth comes from hard work based on talent.

Once you see a sword cultivator that is more powerful than your talent and is easily defeated by it, it is very likely that your mood will be shattered in an instant, and you will doubt yourself at light, be depressed and depressed, and live in the shadow of others for the rest of your life; The worst is to go crazy and go crazy.

There is never a shortage of wonderful and brilliant young talents who were famous all over the world when they were young, and there is never a shortage of decadent people who collapsed after a martial arts competition; The higher the talent, the faster the entry will naturally be, but the easier it is to be destroyed by one's own talent.

When you encounter an enemy, the more talented you are, the more you should regard it as a whetstone, remember, it is a whetstone and not a roadblock, if you directly see him as a roadblock, and his talent surpasses you, you may never be able to break through this roadblock. And the whetstone is different, it doesn't matter if he is stronger than you, he is just your sparring partner, just your whetstone, use his talent to sharpen your sword, as long as you don't die, your sword will always be sharper and sharper. ”

Under the rain curtain, Xiao Mishu slowly opened his eyes, and the young people and girls upstairs all jumped down, one by one squeezed away from Xiao Mishu in the corner of the eaves, Yun Tombsheng and Han Difu ran to the stable, grabbed a handful of hay and jumped on the railing to pad it under the buttocks, dangling his legs to see Yun Qianyu in the yard and the light rain independent, watching Xiao Mishu slowly breathe.

They are all people who practice martial arts, and everyone knows that a little bit of learning has become a real competition when they see Xiao Mishu adjusting their breath to the most suitable state, Han Difu stretched his head to the side of Yun Tombsheng and whispered to ask who would win, Yun Tombsheng whispered to Xiao Mishu to lose, and looked at Yun Qianyu after speaking, just as the woman in white turned her head to look over, Yun Tombsheng smiled, and the cold woman in white nodded slightly.

"Hey, Dizi, do you know what I communicated with Qianyu just now?"

The yard was a little dark, and the horses behind him were chewing the grass unhurriedly, and the handsome young man was a little confused, and said casually: "What communication?" ”

"I knew you wouldn't have thought of it." The handsome young man looked arrogant, and then said: "I just glanced at Qianyu, she looked at it for the first time, this is called a heart, I smiled at her, she knew that I was asking her to keep her hand a little bit, sparring a little, this is called a little through, together it is a little bit of a heart." ”

Han Difu tilted his head, his face full of curiosity: "Really fake?" Such a tacit understanding? “

"That's, we've known each other since we were kids, we have a good relationship, Chiba she's very smart, and she's very nice to me......"

In the middle of the courtyard, the cold woman tugged the corners of her mouth slightly under the umbrella that everyone couldn't see.

"Smack......

The water under the eaves was heavy, and a foot wearing black boots fell gently but unusually firmly, Xiao Mishu took the first step, and there were not many rules on the slates, and there was just water between the gaps, and the rain was not heavy, but it still quickly fell from the chin after the young man's face converged together.

Xiao Mishu, who was dressed in black, exhaled deeply, his battle was very important, and it had nothing to do with winning or losing.

The girl in front of her may be the legendary natural sword fairy, at first glance cold as water, weak and soft, and then a fine feeling, and exude a simple and heavy atmosphere in the bones, and then look at it, or the girl who is as cold as autumn water, and finally regard it as an opponent, can only see a sharp long sword against his eyebrows, it seems that he can't do it himself, but he doesn't know what to do.

The young man muttered to himself: "Talents practice martial arts, and geniuses practice their hearts." “

Twelve steps.

Eleven steps.

Ten steps.

The young man holding the slender long sword quietly looked at the white and delicate chin exposed under the eaves of the umbrella, without the slightest pause under his feet, the farther and nearer, the rain was very small, almost not wet, but it condensed into water droplets on the Mingxi sword, and quickly slid down, never stopping on it.

"Brush."

Five steps away, Xiao Mishu was like a foraging leopard, quickly pounced after observing the prey, Mingxi slashed through the air, cut a drop of rain in half, and then stabbed at Yun Qianyu who was dressed in white Shengxue, only a sword, which seemed to be wrapped in the momentum of a landslide tsunami, and then condensed all the landslides and tsunamis into a point at the tip of the sword, silently stabbing at the figure standing quietly.

Falling leaves are silent!

The strongest sword in Xiao Xiao's fallen leaves, pouring all his energy into the sword to launch the most ferocious attack, and then letting this pure violent sword hide in the soothing of falling leaves.

Seeing that Xiao Mi's first move was a trick that had never been shown, several people watching the battle in the courtyard were a little surprised, in the eyes of everyone, the indifferent young man in black stabbed a sword very soothingly, but this sword was extremely fast, it was a very strange aura fused together, and when the pure power was expressed outside, it was an irrelevant gentleness, like the purity and softness of the water column when the beautiful woman carried the teapot and poured water.

Yun Qianyu has always cultivated alone, at most Yun Yazhi has free time to give advice, and the only opponent on weekdays is Yun Tombsheng, so Yun Tombsheng deliberately took the opportunity to let her, a genius among geniuses, understand what level of geniuses of this age is, but this trickling rain has given her a lot of help.

Yun Qianyu's flexible waist bent like a willow branch to let go of the sword body, and the white umbrella in his hand rotated and stuck to the Mingxi sword, and the same gentleness concealed strength, as if it was pulled by the qi machine on the white umbrella, the Mingxi soft sword was stuck to the downward umbrella surface for a while, and the white umbrella turned over again, and the girl in white staggered the cold long sword, and the sharp figure was already close to the young man.