This is the fifth day of Yan Ruyu's apprenticeship.

On this day, Wu Cuo's body had another scar, a full twenty wounds.

For charlatans, adding a wound is as common as eating a meal, and they will even show off their scars to women.

But Wu Cuo is not such a person, he is dressed in white like snow, his body is long and jade, and he only wears the softest clothes. Such a refined person must hate ugly scars.

On the first day, Yan Ruyu was anxious and focused on practicing the sword, with his qualifications, he would be able to get the sword spike back tomorrow, right?

The next day, he couldn't get the sword spike back, so he thought: If you work hard, you will be able to do it tomorrow.

On the third day, of course, he didn't get the sword spike. He couldn't help but ask himself: A hundred miles and ten steps are so strong, can Ma Yue learn his swordsmanship in the Year of the Monkey?

On the fourth day, Yan Ruyu thought hatefully: Maybe you didn't want to teach me well at all......

Now, he didn't want to practice swordsmanship anymore, he decided to go to save Wu Cuo immediately, at least he had been learning from Baili Ten Steps for 5 days, and he always made some progress, if he was lucky enough, maybe he would have been able to defeat Xiong Wuye.

"Are you going to save people, or are you going to die?"

It wasn't a hundred miles and ten steps that were asked, in fact, except for an hour when the two of them fought each other every morning, Yan Ruyu couldn't see a hundred miles and ten steps at all at other times.

It was Baili Yiru who asked, this was the first time he had returned home since he went out to learn sword casting.

Baili is as tanned, the young man's immaturity is receding, and even his eyebrows and eyes have become thick and clear.

He was dressed in a lean skit, bound his legs, and looked like a craftsman.

Yan Ruyu was very embarrassed, he had to hide from Baili Yiru, but fortunately, Baili Yiru didn't mean to take the initiative to greet him.

But when he was about to save people, Baili Yiru asked this sentence.

"Are you going to save people, or are you going to die?"

If someone else asked, Yan Ruyu could ignore it, but he was sorry for Baili Yiru.

He had no choice but to reply: "Of course, to save people." ”

"So, you've been able to defeat Fifth Master Xiong?"

Yan Ruyu was silent, and when he realized that he had no chance of winning, his lungs were about to explode, and he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Baili Yiru can finally laugh at Yan Ruyu.

But he didn't.

He just smiled and asked, "Is my father's swordsmanship particularly difficult to learn?" ”

Yan Ruyu nodded.

Baili Yiru sighed, and said: "I think so too, otherwise how could I have studied for more than ten years and still haven't grown?"

"I'll tell you a secret," Baili leaned over and whispered, "My dad doesn't know swordsmanship at all." ”

"What?!"

Yan Ruyu really suspected that Baili was deliberately mocking herself.

"My father's swordsmanship has only one word: fast. As long as you are fast enough, even if you don't know swordsmanship, you can beat someone slower than you. ”

Martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

Yan Ruyu understood this truth on the first day of martial arts, but he had never seen anyone who put this truth into practice thoroughly.

The truth is different from the trick.

Every time you learn a trick, you can use it in a real way, but even if men clearly understand the truth that "women are not fuel-efficient lamps", there are still countless men who secretly poke and poke at women.

There is no doubt that the hundred miles and ten steps are special, and unlike those masters who only know how to move, he has his own "way".

"Why are you telling me this?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Didn't you help me too?" Baili Yiru's eyes were sparkling when he smiled, "If it weren't for you, how would I know that being a blacksmith is the happiest thing in the world." ”

This was the only good news Yan Ruyu had heard in the past twenty days, and he couldn't help but be moved: "Do you think what I did that day was right?" ”

"That's right, I'm so glad to have a master like you."

"But I'm not your master." Yan Ruyu lowered his head, and he was a little awkward when he heard Baili Yiru call himself "master".

"Of course you are, although you haven't taught me a single trick or style, but it's more important than what anyone has taught me, even if you don't recognize me as a disciple, I still have to recognize you as a master."

Yan Ruyu thought of Xiaobai.

Xiaobai once predicted that Baili Yiru was Yan Ruyu's most satisfied disciple.

Now, he believes that Xiaobai is really a living immortal!

Yan Ruyu finally settled down to practice the sword, because Baili Yiru said: "You are much stronger than me, at least you can practice to the level of my father, I believe you will definitely be able to rescue Bai Gongzi." ”

From this day on, Yan Ruyu never slept at the door of the firewood room again. Baili Yiru moved into the guest room and gave up his room to him.

When Baili Yiru watched Yan Ruyu practice swordsmanship from the sidelines, he could always give the most practical advice.

"Don't bother with anticipating your opponent's moves, concentrate on your sword to get up quickly."

"It's really windy today, maybe you should chase this strong wind to see if you are fast or the wind is fast."

"Don't rush to make a move, you have to see my father's sword first."

……

If others see it, they will definitely think that Baili Yiru is a master and Yan Ruyu is a disciple, who said that a disciple can't teach a master?

On the 13th day, Yan Ruyu finally saw the sword in his hand at ten steps from one hundred miles to ten steps.

Once that sword moved in the hand of Baili and Ten Steps, it always turned into an afterimage, but this time, Yan Ruyu really saw this sword.

There was still no chance to make a move, but he dodged an attack of 100 miles and ten steps.

In the past thirteen days, every time he made a move, he could cut a piece of fabric from Yan Ruyu's green cloth robe, but this time.

Baili took ten steps to collect the sword, stood in place and walked for a while.

"Not bad."

With a few words, he turned and prepared to go back to the house.

He didn't want to look at Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu is his disciple, and his disciple's progress is flying, he should be happy, but he is worried that a look in his eyes will reveal the disappointment and unwillingness in his heart.

Why can't my son be so good? This was his truest thought at that moment.

"Master." Yan Ruyu's eyes were full of heat, "Can I defeat Fifth Master Xiong?" ”

Baili and ten steps paused, but he didn't even look back, "If you don't want to live, try it." ”

Even though he was poured a basin of cold water, Yan Ruyu was still full of joy, in the past, he didn't even dare to ask this question.

"You'll be able to rescue Bai Gongzi soon!" Baili Yiru's attitude was diametrically opposed to his father's.

Hearing Baili Yiru's voice, Baili Shibu suddenly turned around and said, "Didn't you go to learn to forge a sword?" How do you spend all day at home? ”

Baili stuck out his tongue, "The emperor summoned a famous swordsmith, and I heard that he was going to forge a very powerful sword, and the master went to the royal city at the emperor's request." The master is not there, and I am fine, so I can only come back. ”

Baili and ten steps scolded secretly, and I didn't know whether it was a "little rabbit cub" or "unlucky", shook his head, and went back to the house with his hands behind his back.

Yan Ruyu's talent is secretly amazed even by a hundred miles and ten steps.

On the 29th day of the training, Yan Ruyu was not only able to dodge the attack of a hundred miles and ten steps, but also parry with a sword in a decent manner.

The faster Yan Ruyu's progress becomes, the more unpleasant it will be for a hundred miles and ten steps, and the whole person will be separated by contradictory thoughts.

On the mountain, the weather is cold in the morning and evening, and you have to put on a long coat when you go out, but it is already hot under the mountain, and Yan Ruyu wants to rescue Wu Cuo before midsummer.

Midsummer is the season when wounds are most susceptible to infection and suppuration, can Wu Cuo survive? Yan Ruyu didn't think about it for a day.

"Master, can I defeat Fifth Master Xiong?"

On this day, Yan Ruyu asked the same question again.

Baili and ten steps sighed in his heart, what should come will come after all, why is it this child?

He decided to tell the truth, and the next choice was left to Yan Ruyu.

"You're pretty sure."

This is really great news, a month ago, Yan Ruyu was not even the slightest bit sure, but now, there is already the possibility of rescuing Wu Cuo.

"You've decided to go?" Baili Yiru asked.

"Yes." Yan Ruyu held the sword and paced quickly, he couldn't wait to start now.

"But you're not completely sure."

"There has never been a thing that is completely certain, and when I refused to accept you as a disciple, I was not sure of your forgiveness."