Following.

The sky is bright, the morning glow stains the eastern sky red, and the mirror lake becomes lively.

Some disciples woke up from their cultivation and walked out of the stone room.

Some disciples stopped their morning practice and put away the swords in their hands.

There was a flat preaching hall in the middle of the mirror lake, and all the disciples walked towards the preaching field.

This sermon was preached by the senior brother of Aoyama Neifeng, which can give them a good understanding of Aoyama swordsmanship, which should not be missed.

At the same time, it can also make them have a great role in this autumn test.

...

Beisheng walked out of the stone chamber and looked at the hut halfway up the mountain.

Because of the collision with the mentor, she was punished last night to think about it.

Although she didn't think it was useful to think about it.

Today is the autumn exam, all the outer disciples must participate, and I don't know if the young master will come?

If you don't come...

Beisheng didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Although she had always believed in the young master, this was the Qingshan Sword Sect after all.

When Beisheng's thoughts diverged, the gate enclosed by the fence halfway up the mountain opened.

A white suit walked out of it.

The boy was still so flat that he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Looking at the young man in white, Bei Sheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Lin Shan, who also walked out of the stone room, glanced at Beisheng, and his eyes fell on Li Ping'an's body along Beisheng's line of sight, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you finally reluctant?" Lin Shan whispered expressionlessly.

Bei Sheng walked towards the young man in white.

Chen Nan glanced at Bei Sheng, shook his head slightly, and said flatly, "Let's go." ”

With that, Chen Nan stopped looking at Li Ping'an.

When Zhou Qi heard this, he hurriedly followed.

...

There are many disciples who found Li Ping'an.

Many people looked at Li Ping'an curiously, with all kinds of emotions in their eyes.

Ridicule, arrogance, jealousy, and vague schadenfreude.

Everyone knows that the mentor is dissatisfied with Li Ping'an.

Of course, all of them have so many emotions, naturally because of that Beisheng girl.

Li Ping'an naturally didn't mind the gazes of those disciples and the complex meaning in their gazes.

There is a wind blowing, and the wind carries the coolness of the green mountains.

Li Ping'an walked down against the wind of the green mountains, and his eyes fell on the waiting girl.

In the wind, the girl wearing a cyan long skirt, the delicate and graceful curves of her body are outlined by the wind-blown clothes.

"Young Master, last night..."

Bei Sheng looked at the young master and opened his mouth to explain why he didn't come yesterday.

Li Ping'an reached out and touched Beisheng's head, motioning for her to follow.

He naturally knew why Bei Sheng didn't come.

And, more importantly, he doesn't mind if Beisheng comes or not.

...

There is a high platform in the middle of the Mirror Lake, and at this moment, on the high platform are the Jiufeng disciples who have given this lecture, and the teachers who have already taught the outer disciples.

When Li Ping'an arrived, the front row was already full, leaving only the back seat.

Li Ping'an didn't want to sit at the moment, so he stood in a pavilion nearby.

Seeing this, Beisheng stood behind Li Ping'an.

Looking at the man in Tsing Yi in the center of the high platform, Bei Sheng knew that that should be the senior brother who preached this time.

"This time, Senior Brother is explaining the way of the sword, and I heard that Senior Brother Bai Hua is already a cultivator in the realm of the Destiny Palace. Beisheng introduced behind Li Ping'an.

"I don't know if Senior Brother is the peak of Qingshan Nine Peaks?" Bei Sheng was a little curious.

The realm of the life palace is a realm higher than Tongxuan.

The fallen leaves of the Tongxuan Realm have already been able to create the Yunxia Sect and become a sect master.

But in the realm of the Destiny Palace, in the Qingshan Sword Sect, he is only a disciple of preaching.

Just thinking about it, Bei Sheng could understand why so many cultivators were extremely jealous of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

...

Li Ping'an looked at Bai Hua in the center of the high platform and said softly, "Generally speaking, the preaching of outer disciples is in charge of Zhishangfeng. ”

Qingshan Jiufeng, Burning World Peak is responsible for all kinds of mundane affairs and communications.

Zhishangfeng, on the other hand, is responsible for the arrangement of the sermon.

Hearing this, Bei Sheng nodded lightly.

...

On the high platform, Bai Hua looked at the many disciples below and chuckled, "The entire cultivation world knows that the Qingshan Sword Sect naturally cultivates the way of the sword. ”

As soon as Bai Hua spoke, everyone knew that the sermon began.

Chen Nan, Lin Shan and other disciples at the front, their expressions became solemn.

Even Bei Sheng, who was in the back, was listening carefully at the moment.

She's just a beginner and there's still a lot to learn.

For the Qingshan Sword Sect, and even the Qingshan Sword Dao, it is even more necessary to understand and learn.

...

"The swordsman, the straight also, the gentleman also. ”

"From ancient times to the present, for the sword, it is better to bend than to bend. ”

"Therefore, we who cultivate swords are the meaning of sword cultivation. ”

"The way of the sword is ten, do not forget the heart, it is the king. ”

"The swordsman is to express his chest directly, that is, to give up who he is, no one dares to touch his edge. ”

"If you want to cultivate a sword, you must know the sword. ”

"And sword cultivation requires a humble heart, so that you can continue to move forward in the incomparably complex sword path. ”

...

On the high platform, Bai Hua talked eloquently and constantly explained the way of the sword.

Offstage, all the disciples listened attentively, for fear of missing a word.

This is the sermon of the inner brothers, which can better stand on their understanding of kendo.

On the seat behind Bai Hua, Bai Chengmo looked at the serious Chen Nan, Lin Shan, Zhou Qi and others, and finally his eyes fell on the pavilion behind him, looking at the young man in white with a slightly dull gaze.

Even Chen Nan listened so carefully, but Li Ping'an hid at the end, how could he have humility?

What made Bai Chengmo hate iron and steel the most was that Li Ping'an himself would be degraded, and he would have to take Bei Sheng, a disciple with outstanding talent from the Qingshan Sword Sect.

However, fortunately, Li Ping'an's time to stay in Qingshan is running out.

Thinking of this, Bai Chengmo's eyes became calm.

...

The whole sermon was quiet, only the sound of the white birch echoed in the mirror lake.

In the pavilion, Beisheng listened carefully for a long time, but he still didn't understand anything.

What Senior Brother Bai Hua said was too vague.

What is Kendo?

Is it straight?

Is it an indomitable momentum?

Is it the arrogance that would rather bend than bend?

Or is it a complicated and obscure supreme avenue?

The gentleman in the sword, the king in the weapon.

It's all about describing the sword.

But what exactly can be called kendo?

Bei Sheng's eyes were a little dazed, as if he had grasped the point, but he felt that it was not the point.

Specious.

Bei Sheng shook his head gently, his thoughts came back to his senses, and he subconsciously asked, "Young Master, what is the way of the sword?"

Beisheng's question is as simple as asking the young master if he wants to make tea, whether he wants to mop the floor, or whether he wants to eat.

I wanted to ask, so I asked.

However, after Beisheng asked, she suddenly realized that the timing of her question was wrong.

Now it is Zhishangfeng's senior brother preaching.

In the whole scene, except for the voice of Senior Brother Bai Hua's preaching, there was no second voice.

Now, she spoke suddenly, and her voice was so clear that it resounded throughout Mirror Lake.