Chapter 17: The Sword

When the fiery red sunset was hidden behind the mountain, and the black curtain covered the sky and the stars lit up the night, Li Bezhi had already taken a bath and washed clothes, sat on the rattan chair in the courtyard, and wiped his wet hair with a linen cloth.

On the side, Li Changfeng held a knife and kept practicing the knife and swinging the knife.

He had practiced this simple action a thousand times, sweating profusely and getting wet all over, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and sticking to his skin, but his eyes were firm and his eyes were only on the tip of the knife.

Li Changfeng brought out the knife from Chenjiagou and threw it somewhere in this 700,000 mountain, fortunately, this is not a precious blade, the most valuable thing on his body is probably the red pill that Wenren Lixue gave him, but even if he only has a firewood knife in his hand, he can't stop his heart of cultivation, this is his way, fighting for his life with the sky!

Li Changfeng Li Bezhi is not a martial artist, so he can only live alone in the courtyard of the firewood house, fortunately, this place is spacious enough, Li Bezhi cleaned up and vacated some places, and scrubbed it a little, which is no different from Chen Jiagou's home.

She specially arranged the tables, chairs and benches like Chen Jiagou, and Li Changfeng didn't say anything, because he was also homesick.

Li Bezhi looked at the sky and said to Li Changfeng: "Brother, those two fools are ready to go to the martial arts, you go and cook for him." ”

Li Changfeng's blade retracted, and he withdrew the scabbard, exhaled and said hello.

He packed up and walked out of the door, and walked downhill along the stone steps towards the stove room, but suddenly saw a dark shadow on the corner of the street, and said in his heart At this time, Wusheng had returned to the bedroom, who was this person?

Following Li Changfeng all the way, he found that this person was actually heading towards the stove room, if it was Zhou Xiuye, who had already finished class, he would not be so cautious.

As soon as the black shadow rushed into the stove room, he was familiar with the road, Li Changfeng followed behind and held the black stick, and when he saw it, he was suddenly angry, and the black shadow was groping for the cupboard with sophisticated techniques.

It turned out that you, the king of eight calves, stole my braised pig ears and pig head meat every day!

Lao Tzu hid so deeply and was discovered by you, Li Changfeng trembled with anger, and the black stick in his hand was raised high.

"The stinky boy stole something from me to eat!" Li Changfeng shouted, and smashed down with a stick, the man was smashed to the ground, and the pig's head meat that had just been served was spilled on the ground.

Li Changfeng said angrily: "Okay, you, I said that the food I hid every day is gone, it turns out that you ate it, you don't even keep a bowl for me, let me see who you are?"

The man was swept away by Li Changfeng's arm, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Two fools?" Li Changfeng was startled, Zhou Xiuye bared his teeth and his face twitched, obviously being beaten by Li Changfeng.

Zhou Xiuye squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Eat your bowl of braised pig ears and be beaten by you, let's even, and put more vinegar on the pig ears next time." ”

Li Changfeng is a stick again: "It's still unpalatable after eating my food, and I have the ability to spit it out." ”

Zhou Xiuye stood up with the cupboard and said seriously: "It's useless to spit it out, it's all from last night." ”

Li Changfeng was disgusted for a while, and said viciously: "No wonder every time I am punished by Yan Jiaoxi, I don't see you hungry, it turns out that I have touched the door, and people who don't know still think that I opened a small stove for you, but in fact, I have arranged all my supper." ”

Zhou Xiuye smirked and said: "In fact, there is no food, only vegetables are always not filling, but every time I get out of teaching, I have no food to eat, so I can only make this decision." ”

Li Changfeng snorted coldly: "Say, how do you know about this place?"

Zhou Xiuye pointed to the gap in the dark grid of the cupboard, and said with a smile: "My ancestor was a carpenter, and this gap is rough and has a hidden grid at a glance, and I opened it out of curiosity and found it." ”

Li Changfeng kicked him in the ass and said angrily: "I found out, which bastard let you eat? You can eat it, isn't it okay to leave some for me?"

Zhou Xiuye smiled bitterly and said: "I'm really hungry, I can't control myself, and tonight this pig's head meat is also smashed." ”

Li Bezhi carried the hem of his loose green robe down the mountain, and just walked to the door of the stove room and was stunned and said, "What are you two doing, why is my brother holding a stick?"

Li Changfeng said: "You ask him." ”

Li Bezhi stared at Zhou Xiuye with apricot eyes, Zhou Xiuye seemed to have never talked to a girl, and bowed his head with a red face.

Li Changfeng snorted coldly and said, "What a fool, are you hungry?"

Zhou Xiuye said shyly: "I haven't eaten yet, and I'm very hungry." ”

Li Changfeng threw away the stick, walked to the side, opened the lid of the pot, added water and burned firewood, and it was done in one go.

Zhou Xiuye wanted to help, but was scolded by Li Changfeng, standing aside and smirking.

Li Bezhi probably understood something, cleaned up the pig's head meat and reloaded the bowl, and said to Zhou Xiuye: "Second fool, my brother is kind-hearted, if you are hungry and want to eat, just tell him directly." ”

Zhou Xiuye agreed to come down and smiled.

Li Changfeng boiled the noodles, scooped them up and threw them into the bowl and handed them over, Zhou Xiuye was just about to take them, Li Beizhi glanced at his brother, added salt to the noodles, poured oil and sandwiched a few slices of pig's head meat.

Zhou Xiuye smirked, Li Changfeng saw him so angry, and said angrily: "What kind of pig's head meat do you add to him, he himself is a pig's head." ”

Zhou Xiuye was not angry, and he was snoring when he mixed the noodles.

Li Changfeng thought of something, and suddenly said with a smile: "Second fool, if you are punished by Yan Jiaoxi in the future, will I leave you food every day?"

Zhou Xiuye was moved in his heart, and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, you are really a good person." ”

Li Changfeng waved his hand: "Don't hurry to thank you first, I also have a request for you." ”

Zhou Xiuye asked him: "What do you want?"

"I heard that you have been cultivating the "Cloud Flirting Sword Technique" recently?" Li Changfeng said with a smile: "You teach me." ”

Zhou Xiuye's face was embarrassed: "The martial arts of the academy can only be taught and taught, and cannot be taught privately. ”

Seeing that he shouldn't, Li Changfeng glared and said, "You just ate the noodles I cooked, do you want to play tricks?"

Zhou Xiuye is also an honest man, scratching his ears and cheeks at a loss.

Li Changfeng continued: "If you shouldn't, you are punished by Yan Jiaoxi every day, I observe outside the martial arts field, and when you get out of the training, you have to tell me the geometry of the sword moves, so that you don't have to teach each other in violation of regulations?"

Zhou Xiuye thought about it, Yan Jiaoxi really didn't say anything about such a violation, so he agreed and nodded.

Li Changfeng laughed happily, that look fell in Li Bezhi's eyes, and he could only laugh at the fact that it was not the first time that this stupid man was deceived.

Li Changfeng just used the excuse to let him teach him the sword, and there was naturally a second time with the first time, and then there were countless times.

The only drawback is that Zhou Xiuye has always been a low-level disciple, and he can only practice the basic "Cloud Sword Technique", if he wants to practice more advanced martial arts classics, he can only wait for Zhou Xiuye's realm to be promoted to an intermediate disciple.

Do you want to sprinkle some croton in the meals of Shu Mingyue, Situ Qianjin and others, so that they don't have the strength to practice?

If they were punished by Yan Sect, wouldn't they have a better chance of cultivating high-level classics?

Li Changfeng thought of this in his heart, laughed happily, and suddenly calmed down again, the meals were all together, if dozens of people in Jingzitang had diarrhea at the same time, I was afraid that they would be killed by Yan Jiaoxi.

Thinking of this, Li Changfeng could only temporarily press his restless heart and put this grand plan on hold for the time being.

The night is sultry, the starry sky is like a waterfall, Li Changfeng walked in front of him, hummed a song with a black stick on his shoulder, and walked towards the courtyard in the breeze and moonlight.

Li Bezhi knew that he was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Wouldn't my brother be able to practice in this way?"

Li Changfeng laughed: "Although there is no famous teacher to guide me, but fortunately, I can observe a leaf and know the autumn, although this "Flirting Cloud Swordsmanship" is not a superior swordsmanship, but I currently have no foundation and is suitable for beginner practice, once I enter the Dao Gate, I will be an ascetic for the rest of my life, haha." ”

Because Li Changfeng was in a good mood, Li Bezhi was also in a good mood, she let go of the wide green robe and held her brother's arm, and she could feel his sadness and pain for more than ten years.

The elder brother is proud and never bows his head, he doesn't believe in Buddhism, and naturally he doesn't believe in the blind man's that he was 'born rough'.

But no matter how hard he tried, the vast gap between ordinary people and cultivators was always in front of him, and he had never told anyone about his inner grievances, but Li Bezhi knew that he had always been sad.

He didn't complain about his mother, he didn't complain, all he could do was keep swinging his knife and leaving his hometown to seek cultivation, and at this time he found that there was suddenly a glimmer of hope in life.

So he was very happy, he smiled presumptuously, Li Bezhi smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes were crooked like the moon, and he had never been so happy.

"Hahaha... I, Li Changfeng, finally have a chance to practice!"

The closed window of the Wusheng house was suddenly opened, and a cloth shoe with the smell of sour sweat and feet was thrown out, and someone in the house shouted: "What time have you changed?

Li Changfeng's face was embarrassed, and he looked at Li Bezhi and walked up the mountain, Li Bezhi stuck out his tongue and lifted his green robe to follow behind him.

When the moonlight was quiet, and only the snoring in the house was left in the breeze, a beautiful black figure walked down the mountain from the ethereal peak, and she took one step at a time, her clean embroidered lace cloth shoes stained with the wet soil of the night.

Yan Jiaoxi, who was wrapped in strength, suddenly paused and looked up at the firewood room on the mountain, there was a faint fire like fireflies in the night, Yan Jiaoxi muttered: "A girl with a heavenly root and a strange spirit, but you don't let her practice, and another person whose meridians are retrograde, but you let him practice, why?"

She looked back at the room on the Ethereal Peak, which was also shining with a little light: "Dean, what the hell are you thinking?"