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The next day, Tang Lan, the master of the Sword Casting Pavilion, personally came to the courtyard under the Ming Sword Peak.

Tang Feng was one of the few kendo masters in the Sword Casting Pavilion, and he was also a pure kendo cultivator.

If the rest of the elders and masters of the Sword Casting Pavilion are the façade of the Sword Casting Pavilion, then talents like Tang Feng are the foundation of the Sword Casting Pavilion.

After the sun rises in the east, the fog around the courtyard has not yet dissipated, and the faint mist can also show the outline of the mountain peaks and the courtyard, quiet and ancient.

Tang Lan is dressed in Tsing Yi, with a slender physique, about forty years old, with a handsome face, flowing hair, revealing an elegant temperament, if it weren't for the deep and resolute eyes, I really thought that this was a scholar.

No matter what sect, there seems to be an unwritten rule that almost all the people who are really in power have passed the fifty-year-old mark, and only when they know the destiny of heaven can they be sensible.

Tang Lan was an accident, becoming the head of the Sword Casting Pavilion at this age, he could be called a young man's ambition.

Although the Sword Casting Pavilion has no external troubles now, but the internal worries are serious, Tang Lan sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart, Tang Feng has become a person he can rely on, and he is also the person he believes in the most.

He knew that Tang Feng attached great importance to his apprentice Shan Rong, and now that he had returned, he had reached the Elephant Realm, and his kendo cultivation had reached a higher level, and vaguely, Tang Lan saw the hope of the revival of the Sword Casting Pavilion, but unfortunately, Shan Rong was a woman after all, and the road in the future was destined to be difficult.

There is no extra red tape between the two, sitting on a bamboo chair, the aroma of tea in the early morning is quite tempting.

Tang Feng said: "I have accepted a new apprentice, he will practice here for a year, and he will leave after a year, and he will not officially worship under the Sword Casting Pavilion." ”

Tang Lan didn't see Yuan Zheng when he came here, nor did he see thousands of miles of smoke and clouds.

"Your new apprentice, what kind of person can make you so attentive and kind to me. Tang Lan asked curiously with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tang Feng is a person who does not understand the world and understands the rules and regulations, in Tang Lan's impression, Tang Feng has hardly spoken for others.

At this moment, Yuan Zheng rode thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, and calmly entered the courtyard, Tang Lan looked sideways for a moment, looked at the past, didn't know what he was thinking, and felt that his heart was beating hard.

Tang Feng said: "This is my new apprentice. ”

Tang Lan probably understood what was going on.

Tang Feng beckoned to Yuan Zheng and said, "This is the pavilion master of our Sword Casting Pavilion, come and sit down." ”

Drinking tea with the pavilion master, Yuan Zheng didn't react much, and sat beside Tang Feng naturally.

"I've seen the pavilion master, maybe I will make the pavilion master very embarrassed by this, but a thousand taels of gold, it shouldn't make the pavilion master embarrassed. Yuan Zheng said straight to the point.

Tang Feng is a pure kendo cultivator, but as a pavilion master, there are many things to consider, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and the daily expenses of the Sword Casting Pavilion.

Such a straightforward approach made Tang Lan feel uncomfortable, but he was also quite happy, this kind of young man had a high spirit, and he hadn't seen it in the Sword Casting Pavilion for a long time.

Tang Lan hummed and said: "That's not it, you have a fate with Senior Brother Tang Feng, you can practice here, you don't need a thousand taels of gold, when you want to leave, you can leave at any time, but this is the appetite of thousands of miles of smoke, I'm afraid you need to solve it yourself." ”

"For the rest of the expenses, I will take care of all the expenses of the Sword Casting Pavilion. ”

Tang Feng didn't expect the pavilion master to deal with this matter like this, and Yuan Zheng didn't expect it either.

Yuan Zheng pondered: "The pavilion master is so generous, and it is also a small favor to me, I will remember this favor." ”

Tang Lan smiled softly: "It doesn't matter if people are kind or not, in the Sword Casting Pavilion, that is, your master really studies the way of the sword, whether the younger generation of the Sword Casting Pavilion can spread out or not, your master also bears half of the hope." ”

"Since he has taken you as an apprentice, I will naturally let him go. ”

Yuan Zheng probably understood that adults do things and talk like this, ambiguous, and difficult to peek into their hearts.

Tang Lan didn't ask Yuan Zheng's heels, that would be too deliberate, Tang Lan is not that kind of person, as the pavilion master of the Sword Casting Pavilion, Tang Lan is different from the previous pavilion masters in that he not only has the wrist of the pavilion master, but also has the elegant spirit of a literati.

After three cups of tea, Tang Lan left, without explaining anything, just when Tang Feng returned, he came here to take a look.

Tang Feng said to Yuan Zheng: "Your Ling Evil Sword Technique has been completed, do you have any understanding?"

Yuan Zheng thought about it for a while, if there was no famous sword blossoming resonance, his practice of kendo was only modified on the basis of the Canghai Liuhe, but after resonating with the flowering, he found that he really liked kendo.

And he had his own understanding, and said: "Changing is the essence of the sword, but the foundation also needs to be thick, although my swordsmanship is good, but the foundation of the sword is really vain, and it still needs to be tempered." ”

Tang Feng said: "I don't know what kind of exercises you practice, but you have to remember that there is no shortcut to the way of the sword, just an inconspicuous drawing of the sword, after a long period of practice, there is also a different power, the details, you carefully perceive." ”

"Remember, don't rush or rest on your laurels. ”

With Yuan Zheng's foundation, Tang Feng only needs to dial one or two slightly, and Yuan Zheng can understand it.

Yuan Zheng roughly understood that this time Tang Feng did not give Yuan Zheng a new sword book, as long as there was "Green Mountains and Green Water Sword Records", Yuan Zheng could calmly and blossom smartly, and the practice of swordsmanship seemed to be slow, but in fact, it was a thousand miles a day.

In the bamboo forest, Shan Rong sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

I didn't practice swordsmanship as I imagined, I just meditated alone, and there was no true element around me.

Yuan Zheng came, and Shan Rong opened his beautiful eyes slightly.

"I'm going down the mountain and go to the rest of the mountains for a walk, I don't know what my sister needs, I can bring it to my sister when I come back." Yuan Zheng smiled.

Shan Rong glanced at the smoke and clouds, eating demon beasts, but he could manage it for a longer time.

"Actually, I want to go with you. "Shan Rong said so.

Yuan Zheng was stunned for a moment, in his impression, he and Shan Rongke had never acted alone, but they didn't even say much.

Yuan Zhengdao: "I'm free, but I'm afraid that my senior sister needs to report to the master." ”

It can almost be confirmed that Shan Rong is the heir to Tang Feng's mantle.

Shan Rong said: "It's okay, it's just some small things, now that I have just entered the elephant realm, the sword in my hand is not bloody, and I also want to experience it with my junior brother." ”

That's good, being able to go out on an adventure with such a beautiful senior sister as Shan Rong is also a beautiful thing that Yuan Zheng can't ask for.

The senior sister and brother descended from a strange path at an extremely fast speed.

At first, Yuan Zheng thought that Shan Rong was very uncomfortable with this kind of driving deer hunting, and would ask his junior brother in many places, but later found that he didn't need it at all.

Calm, calm, and very familiar: "Within a hundred miles of the Sword Casting Pavilion, there should be no demon beasts, but there are many demon beasts in the Wuliang Mountain Range, and I don't know how deep the water is, let's go and see it for the time being." ”

Obviously, Senior Sister's realm cultivation is lower than herself, but Ke Yuanzheng feels a long-lost sense of security in Shan Rong's body.

The Infinite Mountains are about five hundred miles away from the Sword Casting Pavilion.

In normal times, these 500 miles will definitely take a lot of time.

But there are thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, so naturally there is no need to be so troublesome.

Yuan Zheng invited: "If the senior sister doesn't dislike it, you can ride with me on the smoke and clouds, I'm in front, and my senior sister is behind me." ”

The handle raised his head and stared at Yuan Zheng, vaguely repulsed by Shan Rong, Yuan Zheng touched the head of the handle as always, and lowered his head before carrying the handle.

I thought that Shan Rong would be repulsed, but Shan Rong agreed very crisply, just humming.

Yuan is in front, Shan Rong is in the back, if you change directions, it is difficult for Yuan Zheng to guarantee that his right and wrong roots will suddenly harden, and at that time, if you want not to have contact, I am afraid it will be difficult.

Thousands of miles of smoke and clouds did not soar into the sky, but galloped at a very fast speed.

Traveling thousands of miles a day, it is not possible to carry the handle for the time being, but it is only 500 miles, and for the handle, it is at most an hour.

The infinite mountain range, majestic and magnificent, a wilderness, no one around, far away from the official road, is the best habitat for demon beasts.

When he first came here, Yuan Zheng looked forward to it, his face was still expressionless, and his demeanor was cold and beautiful, which was moving.