"I only practice sword moves once, if you can't remember it, you won't have a chance!"

Seeing that the kid in his house was still staring at the stone lamp, Yan Bei reminded coldly.

When Song Qingshu heard this, he hurriedly suppressed his doubts for the time being, and stared at Yan Bei's movements intently, not daring to blink his eyes, for fear of missing some important node.

Yan Bei saw that he was finally concentrating, so he began to explain the essentials while swinging his sword moves.

In the past, Master Tailang said that she was not suitable for sword practice, so he taught her sword moves, but she was not born to practice swords, and many exquisite sword moves were only learned in shape, but she did not really understand the trick.

I have learned and learned, and I only remember one word "Jane" until now.

One trick and one style, you don't need any tricks, and you don't care if it's good or not, just practical and suitable.

The same sword move, different people use it, the effect will be different, Master Tailang taught her only one sentence: how comfortable to use, do whatever you want!

Now it was her turn to teach swordsmanship to others, and she naturally taught the same.

There is no specific fixed point for one move and one style, and there is no special technique, just seek one move to defeat the enemy!

Master Tailang said that swords and knives are actually the same, no matter what kind of opponent you meet, in fact, you only have one chance to play the sword.

A sword, dead or alive, don't have any luck thoughts, and don't deliberately show off in front of the weak.

Song Qingshu listened on the sidelines, and kept all the words that his mother said in his heart, even if he couldn't understand the true meaning now, he wrote them down first, and then he could ponder them carefully in the future.

And those sword moves, which at first glance seemed extremely simple, but when he picked up the branches and wanted to imitate them, no matter how standard his movements were, he always felt that something was wrong.

Looking at the white figure in the courtyard again, at this time, I suddenly felt a mysterious and mysterious breath of freedom.

"The sword moves at will, there are no sword moves in this world, it's just that there are more people who do the same action, so the so-called sword moves are set."

Yan Bei suddenly put away his sword, threw it to Song Qingshu, jumped lightly under the corridor, and encouraged: "You don't need to be constrained by those rules and regulations, you just need to use the sword in the most comfortable way for you." ”

"You know, it's not the sword that controls people, it's people who control the sword! Get your feet wet. ”

Yan Bei raised his hand and gave him the courtyard to perform.

Song Qingshu clenched the hilt of the sword, felt the residual temperature on it, his heart warmed, he raised his head and nodded at Yan Bei, and stabbed with his sword!

At first, those sword moves were not easy to use, just like he usually used swords, he always felt very tired, which was completely different from Yan Bei's light and relaxed state just now.

Of course, maybe it's because she has deep internal strength, so she doesn't feel tired.

But recalling what she said, it wouldn't be so tiring if it was suitable, Song Qingshu tried dozens of stabbing methods over and over again, and finally was pleasantly surprised to find that it was so comfortable to use the right sword.

Gradually the practice of swords began to become a pleasure and immersion.

Yan Bei silently watched the changes in Song Qingshu under the corridor, and began to understand a little why his master Tailang was so obsessed with sword practice.

When something becomes enjoyment, no one will dislike it.

The dark night quietly receded, the sun slowly climbed up from the horizon, and when the stone lamp went out and the sunlight sprinkled down, Song Qingshu suddenly realized that he had actually practiced the sword all night.

This is nothing, and what is even more terrifying is that he doesn't feel tired, but has an indescribable feeling of comfort all over his body.

Happily put away his sword, raised his eyes to look down the corridor, Yan Bei closed his eyes and rested against the pillar.

Song Qingshu thought she was asleep, but while she was moved, she felt a little guilty, walked into the house lightly, took a coat and covered her, and then left lightly.

He wanted to carry her into the house to sleep, but thinking about the action, he felt that it was too intimate, and it should be something that could only be done by his father, so he had to wronged his mother and let her continue to sleep under the corridor.

However, as soon as he left on his front foot, Yan Bei opened his eyes on his back foot, looked at the coat on his body, and only felt that this night's company was worth it.

Put away your clothes and get up and walk to the kitchen, inadvertently passing by a little Taoist boy, causing Yan Bei to stop.

The other party didn't seem to expect that he would be found out of the way, and under the weakness of his heart, his steps became faster and faster.

However, to his surprise, the man in white who stopped in front of him did not catch up.

Yan Bei watched the little Taoist boy walk away quickly, the corners of his mouth curved, revealing a playful smile.

Zhang Wuji, your disguise technique is too bad.

That's right, the little Taoist boy just now is the current Mingjiao advocate Wuji, and I don't know what he was doing sneakily going to Wudang Mountain.

After all, no one in Wudang is missing now, and no one is seriously injured, and the reason why Zhang Wuji is here is really curious.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he just wants to come back and recognize his relatives.

But Yan Bei had just thought like this, but the sweeping boy who was guarding the gate of the Taoist temple suddenly rushed in happily, and shouted loudly while running towards the main hall:

"Senior brother! Mowgli is back! Mowgli is back! ”

Yan Bei: "......"

It's amazing, the main owner just walked in front of her, and here is another one, has the name Zhang Wuji reached the point of rotten streets this year?

was puzzled, Song Yuanqiao had already led all the junior disciples and his son Song Qingshu to greet him together.

Catching a glimpse of her standing in the corner, Song Yuanqiao didn't forget to wave at her, signaling her to hurry up and meet the team.

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, glanced in the direction of the main hall, and caught a glimpse of the bewilderment on Zhen Wuji's face, and suddenly felt that his heart was balanced.

Okay, it's not like she's stunned alone!

followed Song Yuanqiao and the others to the gate, and saw three people with a strange aura appearing at the door.

The one in front of him had Zhang Wuji's face, but his figure was a little shorter than him, not only that, Yan Bei could see at a glance that this was a woman.

And, there was a faint pink glow hovering above her head.

Behind this woman stood two bitter gourd-faced old men, whose faces didn't look like good goods.

It's a pity, Song Yuanqiao is blind, obviously he has seen Zhang Wuji before, but now he is happy, and he doesn't realize that this is an impostor.

Instead, they stepped forward together, cared about the other party's situation, and greeted people warmly into the door.

The group came to the main hall happily, and Zhang Wuji, who was dressed as a Taoist child, was also shocked when he suddenly saw a face exactly like himself.

However, he didn't know the other party's origin yet, so he couldn't act rashly for the time being.

Thinking like this, Zhang Wuji was far more calm than Yan Bei imagined, serving tea to everyone one by one, and he didn't even shake his hands during the process.

After pouring the tea, he silently stepped aside, just like a real Taoist child.

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