"Training?" Xin'er was taken aback when she heard this, and asked, "Shouldn't you take us out to practice?"

"With your current strength, going out will only be embarrassing, and you still need more practice, especially to hone your naïve concept of fighting. After saying this, Wu Jian seemed to feel that it was not enough, and added: "Just like the battle just now, when did I say one-on-one, you can attack together, the real battle is that no one will reason with you and be fair, only victory is the truth." ”

Wu Jian counted the three of them, and took small steps to the shade of the tree on the side, perhaps because the sun was getting higher, Wu Jian sat down in the shade, and his mouth still kept saying sarcastic words.

The rest of the cold words, Yang Ming didn't listen to it, but there was a sentence, he heard it, only victory is the truth, okay, this is what you said, seeing that Wu Jian completely unloaded his guard and sat in the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade, Yang Ming gave Xin'er and Lin Dong a look, this is a good opportunity, you must give this drunkard uncle some color to see. The two of them comprehended, only to see Yang Ming swing the blade, Xin'er, Lin Dong followed, waved his palm and raised his fist, and rushed towards Wu Jian, just when the three of them were about to rush to a distance of one meter in front of Wu Jian's body, when they thought they had succeeded, suddenly the soil on the soles of their feet collapsed, and because the momentum was too great, the three of them all fell into the pit fiercely.

When Yang Ming recovered from the pain, he realized that they had fallen into a trap. Just when the young man wondered why there was such a deep pit on the ground, Wu Jian's laughter rang out from above.

Looking at the three dirty children, Wu Jian was like a proud hunter, looking at the captured hare, and said with satisfaction: "You are still too young." ”

Suddenly, Yang Ming understood that this pit was a trap prepared by Wu Jian early, he first used words to ridicule and provoke us, and then deliberately put on an unsuspecting appearance, just to lure us into being fooled, "You despicable old thief, you are playing tricks?"

"Tactics are tricks. If I put a few sharp nails in the pit, I'm afraid you will have to go to the underworld and scold me. It's not that I'm mean, it's that you're stupid, three little fools. Looking at the three of them in turn, Wu Jian's tone changed sharply, "Start training from tomorrow, listen, give me a twelve-point spirit when I train, this time it's just a reminder for you, next time I won't be so merciful." When the time comes, don't blame me for dying. ”

After saying that, he threw up his sleeves and left.

On the first day of practice, Wu Jian poured a lot of cold water on Yang Ming and them, first frustrating their edge, and then explaining his tactics, first suppressing and then raising, which is also in line with the way of teaching. In addition to being frightened, the young man's heart was more indignant,

"Who is afraid of whom, don't let me get a chance, or I will make you look good. ”

The night was deep, and the heat of the day was gone.

Next to the lake, Yang Ming leaned on the rock, looking at the moon as big as a silver plate above his head, the taste in his heart was indistinguishable, thinking of the battle between Bai Ri and Wu Jian, Yang Ming frowned. There is a huge disparity in strength, and it is inevitable that you will lose. It's just that losing, it always makes people feel a little emotional.

"Why is the young master frowning and sighing?" Sensing that Yang Ming was unhappy, Zu Ze floated out of his body like a wisp of white mist and hung in the air.

"Alas, it's not because of that Wu Jian. With someone to speak, Yang Ming spit out the dissatisfaction in his heart, "The god is mysterious, one moment serious, the other like a drunkard, not serious." ”

"Hehe, haven't you heard such a sentence young master? But most of the people who have real skills are weirdos. There is a way that only by relying on talent can you be proud. Zu Ze's face remained unchanged and comforted.

Yang Ming glanced at the corners of his mouth, noncommittal about it, "Today he sparred with me, and he was defeated without even seeing his mental image, which is too infuriating." ”

This sentence is the real reason for Yang Ming's unhappiness, the other party defeated himself without even releasing his heart, for Yang Ming, today is undoubtedly a day of shame, he has never hated his incompetence as much as today.

"That's what the young master cared about. Although Wu Jian did not release the mental image, I know that Wu Jian's mental image is the same as the young master, it is a sword. However, he hid his mental image in his body and did not release it, figuratively speaking, like a sword with a scabbard. ”

"Sword?" Hearing this, Yang Ming's face suddenly became curious, "You mean that his mental image is also a sword." ”

"That's right, his sword is hidden in his left hand, and the sharp finger that he defeated you came from the edge of his sword. Seeing that Yang Ming was still half-understood, Zu Ze continued to explain: "But every sharp blade will have a sharp edge. The sword slashed across the lake, and although the blade did not touch the lake, it still caused ripples, relying on the edge beyond the blade. A truly sharp sword, even if it is not unsheathed, can also defeat the enemy with its edge. ”

Zu Ze's explanation made Yang Ming secretly surprised in his heart, and he was surprised and admired Wu Jian a little more, "He defeated me just by the edge of the sword, if he pulled out the sword, then wouldn't I be ......." Yang Ming didn't dare to say any more, because he couldn't imagine what kind of situation Wu Jian would be like if he really fought against him with his sword, and he must have been a fiasco. In addition to being amazed, Yang Ming also began to have a strong interest in Wu Jian's sword, after all, his own mental image is also a sword, he really seems to see, what kind of sword is such a sharp sword.

After half a ring, the young man seemed to think of something, and suddenly muttered, "His sword is in his left hand, could it be that he uses his left hand to make the sword?"

......

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Ming and the three of them all changed into clean and neat suits, ready to meet Wu Jian's training. Because of the lessons from the past, this time they were extra careful, checked the training ground in advance, and after confirming that there were no traps, they relaxed a little.

Wu Jian faced the three of them, stood with his hands in his hands, his face was still unwavering, and said indifferently: "The three of you have different mental images, and each of you also has its own specialties. ”

After that, Wu Jianxing walked in front of Lin Dong, took out a book from his arms, and handed it to him, "This is a martial art used for defense, tortoiseshell skills, and those who have cultivated are like armor and shields, but they are invulnerable, and they can even practice steel and iron bones." The martial arts you practiced before, Qi Chong Fist, good at attacking but unable to defend, you can only improve your defensive ability by exercising the hardness of your body, but cultivating this force requires enduring inhuman pain, and many people are discouraged from this, are you willing to cultivate?"

"I do, thank you, teacher... No, thank you, uncle. Lin Dong immediately accepted it with joy, this force just made up for the lack of Qi Chong Fist, which was exactly what Lin Dong needed.

As soon as his figure turned, Wu Jian came to Xin'er again, also took out a book, and said: "This Qianyu Ling is an elephant technique practiced by one of my old people, and her heart is like a dart, I think this is also suitable for the white snow blade of the county lord of Xin'er." If the cultivation is complete, this elephant technique can reach the highest level of the ground level, it all depends on the cultivation talent and hard work of the county lord. ”

Elephantism is simply the use of mental imagery, so it is not that different types of mental images cannot practice the same kind of imagery, and in the same way, the same kind of mental imagery may not be the same, everything depends on how the practitioner develops and uses it according to his own characteristics. Although Xin'er's heart is like a natural type, white snow, she turns white snow into a sharp blade, light and sharp, which is most suitable for making hidden weapons, and the woman's body is light and flexible. This Wu Jian really teaches according to his aptitude, and he just humiliated the three of them yesterday, but today he generously gave him elephant magic, which is like slapping you in the face and giving you a piece of candy to eat, but this piece of sugar is too sweet, so that the two of them have long forgotten yesterday's unhappiness.

After Xin'er got this Thousand Feather Ling, the girl's delicate cheeks were even more smiling, it can be seen that she is very fond of this elephant technique, the highest level of elephant art she is cultivating now is only at the advanced level of the dust level, if you can cultivate to the level of the ground level, it is a qualitative leap, you know, looking at the entire Jiang country, there are few people who can cultivate to the ground level elephant technique.

After giving away the Elephant Technique respectively, Wu Jian asked them to go back and ponder and practice on their own, and check the results of their cultivation for three days. After the two of them left, Wu Jian said to Yang Ming, who was looking forward to it,

"You come with me. ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the forest not far away, although Yang Ming was puzzled, he had no choice but to follow him.

Along the way, Wu Jian didn't say a word of explanation, and Yang Ming didn't say a word.

Soon, Wu Jian stopped in a woodland, then pointed to a big tree in front of him and said, "Cut it." ”

"Huh?"

Although he was puzzled in his heart, but after looking at Wu Jian's indifferent eyes, Yang Ming had no choice but to do so. Immediately, he stretched out his right hand and released his mental image, and in an instant, a broken sword was held in his small hand.

With his feet not moving, he used his waist to exert his strength, raised his sword and swung it, and a light blade slashed, and the tree more than ten meters high fell to the ground in an instant, like a strong wind destroying rotten wood, effortlessly.

Yang Ming's light blade, even if it is a rock, can be easily chopped, and it is a big tree, so it is naturally not a problem. Eyebrows raised lightly, Yang Ming cast a smug look at Wu Jian, as if to say, cut off, it's a little meaning.

However, Wu Jian did not make a sound, but raised his left hand, and with a wave of his fingers, another flash of light flashed, and a big tree suddenly fell to the ground.

"Look, what's the difference between these two big trees that have been cut down?"

Hearing this, although Yang Ming's heart was strange, he also stepped forward to check it carefully, and soon found that it was different, the big tree cut by Yang Ming was rough and rough, and the stubble was protruding, on the other hand, the section of the tree cut by Wu Jian was as smooth as paper, and there was no stubble.

Looking at Yang Ming's slightly understanding expression, Wu Jian said the purpose of cutting down the tree this time, "The swordsman, the first of the weapons, is all about the word sharp." Ordinary sword blades rely on the polishing of craftsmen, and one sword is sharpened in ten years, and in the same way, the sword of the heart image also needs to be polished. The cross-section of the tree you cut is uneven because your sword is not sharp enough. ”

"Ordinary swords can be sharpened with whetstones, but how can I polish this sword?" Yang Ming shook the broken sword in his hand and asked helplessly.

"This is to control Wu Yao, refine the appropriate Wu Yao, and then condense it into a shape, thus gathering it into a mental image. The condensation process is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in how to condense the form of superior quality, especially the sword, which is even more difficult. Because the amount of martial arts required for the sword is very subtle, if there is more, it will not be sharp, and if it is less, it will not be able to take shape. So, this requires a lot of control. ”

Yang Ming's eyes lit up at this moment, staring at Wu Jian, listening carefully to every word he said.

"And controlling Wu Yao is also very important in the battle, in the battle, if your own Wu Yao is exhausted prematurely, no matter how strong you are, it is useless, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, so controlling Wu Yao is to be able to give full play to every trace of Wu Yao in the body, make the best use of it, even if it is only Xingyao, he can also cultivate a high-level elephant technique far beyond his strength. ”

Yang Ming immediately understood what Wu Jian meant, although he had cultivated the high-level Elephant Technique of Instantaneous Arrow, but because of the strength of Wu Yao of the Second Force Star Yao, Yang Ming always felt powerless when using the Elephant Technique, so the Instant Arrow Strike was also greatly reduced.

"Then how do I train to be able to control Wu Yao proficiently and make the sword sharper?"

"You have to cut down the tree a hundred times a day, and each time the cross-section of the tree must be as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of stubble. Although Wu Jian's tone was light, he did not have the slightest intention of negotiating.

Yang Ming was slightly stunned, and immediately said affirmatively: "No problem, don't you just cut down the tree." ”

There are no complaints, no complaints, this kid has good ambitions, I don't know how perseverance is. There was also a hint of expectation on Wu Jian's indifferent face.

"Remember, the sword, with its sharpness, slashes all things, and everything breaks. Once you understand this, your training is over. ”

Then, the training of the three of them began......

......

Under the woods at the foot of the mountain, the sound of trees falling to the ground was heard frequently, and one tree was cut dozens of times until there was nowhere to cut it, and then another tree was replaced, and just like that, one, two, one day, two days......

In order to ensure that the broken section of the tree is as smooth as a mirror every time, Yang Ming must carefully control Wu Yao, who condenses the broken sword, and cut the tree with the sharpness of the sword rather than his own strength.

After a while, the fatigue crept up to the body, the breath became undulating, the arms were sore, and the body was weak. A day later, the small palm of his hand was grinding into a blister like a bean, but Yang Ming still insisted without the slightest complaint, because he knew that there were people who worked harder than him.

Because Lin Dong practiced tortoiseshell skills, he beat rocks with his fists every day, and hit the cliffs with his body, and at the end of the day, he was scarred all over his body, which was really not a pain that humans could bear.

"This tortoiseshell skill is really torturous, Brother Lin Dong, you better give up and ask Uncle if he has any other force?"

However, Lin Dong rejected Yang Ming's kindness, "I'm not as talented as you, you can choose, I don't have to choose, only hard work." ”

Looking at Lin Dong's firm gaze, Yang Ming admired him a lot, although he was also worried about Lin Dong's body, but the next day, when he saw Lin Dong again, he found that the injuries on his whole body had healed overnight.

Although Xin'er is the county lord, the task assigned to her by Wu Jian is not easy at all, in order to improve the accuracy of her snow blade, she needs to shoot the target a thousand times a day, and she has to constantly change the position and distance.

Although Xin'er is a little willful, she is not slacking off in her cultivation, and the snowflakes that are as light and beautiful as cherry blossoms have become a sharp blade for killing people in her hands.

One day, Yang Ming came back from cutting down a tree and walked on the tree-lined path, but he didn't want to suddenly shoot two points of white light in the woods, the speed was extremely fast, and it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Looking along the path of the light point, I saw two snowflakes inserted in the stones on the side of the road, and after a while, they turned into water stains, leaving only two small holes.

"Haha, I knew you could get out of the way. Xin'er walked out of the woods with a mischievous smile on her face, which made people unable to get angry.

"County Lord, don't make this kind of joke, I just have a few lives that are not enough for you to play. ”

"What's the matter, I'm just here to say hello to you, didn't Uncle say that you should be energetic when you practice? And everyone is a partner in cultivation, so don't call me the county lord, call me Xin'er." ”

The breeze blew, raising the girl's long black hair, and a touch of blush appeared on that delicate little face, like a little blush blooming in the snow, shallow and faint, but it made the young man lose his mind.

"Xin'er. ”

The boy whispered as if intoxicated.