Ah Bao followed Xiao Se through the square in front of the main hall, along the corridor on the west side of the main hall all the way to the north, passing by the ancestral hall, and then walked west for about a cup of tea, and then entered the depths of a lush purple bamboo forest, only to see an elegant and quiet courtyard. Surrounded by flowing water outside the courtyard walls, it looks quite secluded, but it seems to be a good place to escape from the world.

Although Wufang Zhenren sent Xiao Se to deliver the message early in the morning, Ah Bao, who was late at noon, didn't say anything at this moment, but directly asked her to take out the sword that she used smoothly on weekdays. Ah Bao hesitated, showing the white iron sword that had rusted out of shape, this sword had always been used by Gu Aweng to replace the burning stick before she was easy to bone.

Wufang Zhenren has long seen the tattered sword, and the most important thing he can't see on weekdays is that someone spoils the sword, if it is replaced by someone else, he will inevitably reprimand, but thinking of Gu Aweng's hanging and unorthodox appearance, he endured the words that came to his mouth.

"Judging from your performance in recent days, although you are gifted and intelligent, have a good understanding, and your ability to comprehend the Shangyao Gong is above most of the disciples, but you lack systematic guidance and guidance in the way of the sword, and you can only blindly win by skill, which is not a long-term solution."

There is no real person who said it implicitly, but Ah Bao understands what he means, just like Xiao Se said before, she can win in the competition, largely because no one can predict that she has some ability. To put it simply, there is a bit of a "leakage" meaning. It may sound harsh, but it's true.

Po looked at him and nodded.

Wufang Zhenren has always liked self-aware disciples, and seeing that Ah Bao is so well-behaved, he has more patience in guiding her to practice. A golden light flashed in his right hand, and an extremely slender sword appeared out of thin air.

In the world's famous sword spectrum that Xiao is responsible for compiling, the sword Taihe of Wufang Zhenren ranks sixth, and in the ranking of the other version of the "most beautiful sword", the Taihe sword ranks third, and has earned the reputation of "gentleman of the sword" because of its graceful, slender appearance and the reason why it can defeat the opponent without blood even when it is unsheathed.

The sword is the gentleman of weapons, and the Taihe sword is the gentleman of the gentleman.

Ah Bao looked at the glowing Taihe Sword, and thought of Yun Yan's Frost Sword, Zhong Caiwei's Sky Shadow Sword, or Chu Zhaoran's Flying Star Sword, and Tang Sancai's short sword, which was still unknown but knew to be of extraordinary quality at a glance, and suddenly felt that the tattered white iron sword in his hand was really shabby, and he couldn't help but show a little envy from the bottom of his eyes.

Seeing this, the true person of the party said, "The sword bearer and the sword he holds can only achieve each other through mutual choice. You don't need to be in a hurry, when the opportunity comes, you will naturally find a sword that suits you. With that, he waved his right hand, and the Taihe Sword drew a sword light in the air. Now, try to stab me with the white iron sword in your hand. ”

Wufang's real words turned too fast, Ah Bao didn't react for a while, and looked at him in a daze for a long time, until Xiao Se next to him coughed lightly before coming back to his senses.

Although he didn't know why, he still did it, raised his breath, shook his right wrist, and the scabbard of the white iron sword in his hand bounced out, and it was done in one go, and then he kicked hard under his feet, jumped up, and stabbed straight towards the real person of Wufang. Wufang Zhenren did not dodge, and quietly defused Bao's seemingly sharp attack.

After dozens of rounds, Po was already sweating profusely and panting, but Wufang Zhenren was still calm, and he didn't even move the slightest bit under his feet.

"There was no hesitation in my heart when I took out the sword, which is commendable. It's just that there are too many unnecessary moves, and it is easy to be caught by the opponent, and the opponent is the main one. He put away the Taihe sword and said to Xiao Se on the side: "You stay and teach her the first three of the nine styles of the Tibetan sword." ”

Xiao Se responded.

The Nine Styles of Tibetan Sword is one of the three sets of swordsmanship created by Wufang Zhenren based on the above swordsmanship, paying attention to the convergence of the body, not arrogant or impatient, and waiting for movement. According to legend, those who have seen Wufang real people fighting with people say that they have never seen a more beautiful posture than Wufang real people, the scenery is beautiful, and the fairy spirit is awe-inspiring, it is because of this set of Tibetan sword nine styles.

Seeing this, Ah Bao didn't have time to calm down his chaotic breathing, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to ask the elders about their views and decisions on yesterday's events, but he was worried that Wufang Zhenren couldn't understand sign language, and was hesitating how to express it, but he heard Wufang Zhenren: "Because you went down the mountain privately, the acting head punished you for being grounded for one month, and you are not allowed to walk around on the mountain at will." You stay here to practice the sword, and as for other things, we will talk about it after you have practiced this set of swordsmanship. ”

After that, he didn't give Bao time to react, and left the courtyard directly.

Ah Bao looked at the back of Wufang Zhenren, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, only feeling that he, like Wen Huang, seemed to be deliberately hiding something, as for the reason, she racked her brains and couldn't figure it out. All sorts of images were stacked in a chaotic way in my mind, and at last it was like a huge dye vat that had been thrown away, tumbling and stirring in it until it became a mess of paste.

The blood and qi surged, and a feeling of suffocation blocked his chest, Ah Bao couldn't control his emotions for a while, and threw the sword he originally held in his hand on the ground hard, his eyes were dark, he shook a few times, and almost fell.

Xiao Se on the side just watched quietly, and after Ah Bao's mood eased slightly, he stepped forward, picked up the white iron sword that was thrown on the ground, returned it to Ah Bao, and said, "I can understand Senior Sister's feelings, but you shouldn't be angry with Master." ”

Po didn't take the sword, just looked at the ground and bit his lip.

Seeing this, Xiao Se sighed: "I thought that my junior sister was delicate and clear, and she must be able to understand Master's painstaking efforts, but I didn't want to be so easily blinded by a temporary predicament. ”

Hearing the word "painstaking heart", Ah Bao seemed to be moved, and looked at Xiao Se in puzzlement, but he didn't know what he meant by this.

"Senior sister has also suffered a lot when she goes down the mountain this time, don't you understand, no one can give you the answer you want. The reason why you can't find a solution to your problem is because you don't have enough strength yet. If you really have something to do even with your life, find a way to make yourself stronger first. ”

Xiao Se's words were like jade colliding, clanging, falling in this empty courtyard, and there was a loud sound. Po looked at him in shock, only to feel as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from the top of his head, extinguishing all the flames that had almost devoured her reason in an instant.

Yes, even if she knows the truth now, what can she do? Thinking of the demon man named Xuan Chi, even Chu Zhaoran and Wen Huang couldn't get a little advantage under him, and with his little cultivation, I am afraid that he is not even qualified to be frustrated.

At this moment, she realized that Wufang Zhenren and Xiao Se were right, she was able to win in the martial arts, mostly because of luck. In the past, she would only blindly work behind closed doors, practicing the mind method based on her own understanding, and she was complacent when she achieved a little success, and even thought that she had reached the level where she could compete with all kinds of masters on the rivers and lakes at the sword test conference.

And this time she went down the mountain to really recognize her insignificance, so thinking about it, it can be regarded as a blessing in the dark.

After a while, Po finally calmed down completely. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and silently took the white iron sword from Xiao Se's hand.