Ling Huwen and Leng Erdao went to Ji Xuan'er's Chaoyang Pavilion, and saw that Ji Xuan'er actually didn't have any information to sort out. What Ji Xuan'er said to You Xingyu about the swordsmanship, in fact, does not exist at all.

Ji Xuan'er smiled and said: "The sword art is to be practiced in practice, so what kind of written materials are used." Only Senior Brother You can deceive him like this. ”

Ling Huwen and Leng Erdao drank a cup of tea at Ji Xuan'er and left, but when they left, Ling Huwen saw a copy of "Ancient Dreams" at Ji Xuan's ear, which was very interesting, saying that it was a record of some legends and stories in ancient times, and I didn't know whether it was true or false, Ji Xuan'er saw that she liked it, so she asked her to take it back and look at it, just let her not sleep in You Xingyu's class in the future, otherwise, he can't always have information here to sort out.

Ling Huwen went back to the room with the book of "Ancient Dreams", and he couldn't put it down, and even Leng Erdao knocked on her wall next door and asked her if she wanted to drink, but she casually refused: "Forget it today, I'm in a good mood today, and I will forgive you if you don't drink this wine." ”

Leng Erdao's room was quiet, and there was no more sound at all. The window of his room was open, and the cold wind was blowing, but he sat on the windowsill, letting the cold wind blow his hair, holding a white jade gourd in his hand and playing with it, laughing at himself: "Since I returned to the Aoki Clan's Divine Consciousness Yuan and found you on the shore of the lake, I knew that she was still alive, and now, Yuhu is here, and she is also there, but she doesn't recognize me at all, how can I give you to her again?" ”

On the second day, it was Meng Tingshu's introductory class on mental methods, although Meng Tingshu was also a rigid scholar, but it was much better than You Xingyu, at least he knew that he occasionally gave a vivid example, or occasionally told a cold joke to adjust the atmosphere, although the class was still very boring, but Ling Huwen finally survived Ji Xuan'er's sword class.

Early in the morning of this day, everyone gathered at the back of the Danchen Pavilion, everyone sat around, Ji Xuan'er was alone in the center, there was a wooden sword in front of him, he said: "You have already taken Senior Brother You's class, you must have learned some methods of condensing internal breath, this sword art is to let you learn to use qi to resist the sword." If the realm is reached in the future, it can still be turned into a sword, and the sword can be combined with the intention and even the human sword. You'll see me do it first. ”

After speaking, Ji Xuan'er's hand flicked the wooden sword, and the wooden sword flew up to the ground, hovering three feet from the ground in front of his feet, he stepped on the wooden sword, and the wooden sword flew away with him into the sky, only to see his sleeves fluttering, walking through the clouds, the white figure from large to small, suddenly disappeared into the clouds, and suddenly flashed out of the clouds.

There are several girls among the new disciples, and at this moment, they can't help but hold their chins in their hands, look like, and talk like sleepwalking: "Senior Brother Xuan'er is so handsome, it would be nice if every day was a lesson in swordsmanship." ”

"Yes, when I also learn the sword technique, I will be able to live and fly with Senior Brother Xuan'er."

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Ling Huwen turned around and glared at the girls, but was glared back by a few of them, and said, "What are you staring at us for?" Brother Xuan'er is not your own. ”

At this time, Ji Xuan'er passed back to the center of the crowd from the clouds, he jumped down from the sword, put the sword in his hand, and said: "This swordsmanship pays attention to the fact that people and swords should be connected, the sword goes with the wind, and people follow the sword intent, so you can go against the wind, everyone has seen my demonstration, now, I will pick someone out and give it a try." ”

His gaze roamed over everyone, and when he saw that all the girls had expectant expressions, as if they wanted to be drawn by him, and finally, his gaze stopped on Ling Huwen's body, and said to her: "Ling Hu, you can try it." ”

Ling Huwen was stunned for a moment before slowly standing up from the crowd. Those girls were all staring at Ling Huwen like poisonous snakes at the moment.

Ji Xuan'er comforted beside him: "Linghu, you try to condense all the internal breath into your hand, and then with a flick of the sword, the sword will fly with your breath." ”

Ling Huwen said "oh", and did according to Ji Xuan'er's words, the first time, the wooden sword did not move at all, and there were some small laughter in the crowd, the second time, the sword still did not move, and the noise in the crowd became louder, and the third time, the sword still did not move at all, and everyone seemed to be unable to stand it, and all around were "Can you do it?" "If you can't do it, just give up first, don't waste everyone's time."

Ji Xuan'er couldn't help but stare around, his eyes were irresistibly fierce, like a 10,000-year-old ice peak, which made people's hearts suddenly chill, and everyone quieted down, stopped talking, and waited quietly.

The sixth time, when Ling Huwen's hand flicked the wooden sword in a hurry, the sword actually miraculously flew up and swayed unsteadily in front of Ling Huwen. Ling Huwen's face was happy, and with a kick of her feet, she jumped on the wooden sword, her hand flicked forward again, and said to the wooden sword: "Go!" The sword swayed up with her, and flew forward, flying three meters above the ground, ten meters away from everyone, and then spun, in full view of everyone, Ling Huwen fell from the sword, and fell into the mud.

Ji Xuan'er was about to reach out to pick it up, but he didn't expect that she would suddenly fall down, and Leng Erdao didn't have time to rush over, and when he rushed over, Ji Xuan'er had already rushed to Ling Huwen one step ahead of him, and stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground.

When everyone saw the mud in Ling Huwen's mouth, they all laughed instantly, and they were glared at by Ji Xuan's icy eyes, and immediately stopped.

At this time, Leng Erdao suddenly picked up the wooden sword on the ground and said to Ji Xuan'er: "I'll give it a try." After speaking, the wooden sword flew in the air, he stepped on the wooden sword, just like Ji Xuan'er just did, circled in the air several times, and then flew back, got off the sword, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and said, "I don't know what Senior Brother Ji thinks of my swordsmanship?" ”

Although Ji Xuan'er knew that Leng Erdao was angry with Ling Huwen, the expression on his face was still faint, and he said, "Very good." ”

Leng Erdao continued to ask, "So, I don't know how my swordsmanship compares to Senior Brother Ji's swordsmanship?" ”

There was a sigh in the crowd. Leng Erdao's imperial sword flight just now was no worse than Ji Xuan'er's, and he asked like this, wasn't he deliberately slapping Ji Xuan'er in the face to make him admit that he was not as good as the students in his class.

Ji Xuan'er was still faint, and only said: "The sword technique is not a flower fist embroidered leg to be tested, everyone has their own different ways of sword fighting, some people are fast and some are slow, some are anxious and some are Xu, what is there to compare?" ”

Ling Huwen always felt that in the conversation between the two, the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't care about his disgraced appearance, so he walked over and said, "Senior Brother Xuan'er, can I go back and change my clothes first?" Second knife, I was slightly injured, can you send me back? ”

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