Ximen Feng followed Shiyuan to the Question Center, this was the first time he stepped into the elder's room.

The elder's room was really big and quite imposing, and the master had the first intuitive visual impact. But it's just big.

Although the room was almost the size of a small training ground, it was really a hole. Except for two floor bunks, a huge jade-bordered bronze mirror, a table and two chairs, a copper basin, and a shelf with a cloth towel hanging from it, there is nothing, it is really space. Shiyuan motioned for a disciple who had come with him to come to his side, leaned over and said a few words, and the disciple went out to get ready to go.

"This bunk and chair are for your new addition. Shiyuan said lightly: "From today on, if you practice with me here, you should be in retreat, and if you don't succeed, don't go out, even if you miss the martial arts exam, it has nothing to do with me, so I'm afraid your persecution of yourself will reach an unprecedented height." ”

The little official Ximen was a little nervous, and he wanted to go back to say hello to the senior brothers in the dormitory, but even this basic request was refused.

"Your presence here is the old man's request, and that's what I mean. You are the most suitable person to inherit my martial arts that has appeared at the moment. Before success, Mumen no longer had your name, of course, if it was not successful, there would be no need to have the name Ximen Peak in the future, this is the price for me to go out of the mountain. Shiyuan's tone was still flat, but Ximen Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and cold sweat kept flowing down his cheeks. The meaning of this sentence is too heavy, and it cuts off all his retreat. Ximen Feng was a little slanderous, but he couldn't say anything if I didn't let you out of the mountain, after all, he swore that he would pass the trial and practice martial arts, and for the first time he found that he was really a person who cared about promises, for the sake of face, so be it.

"Now, as long as you can, I'll come and see your qualifications. After saying that, the disciple came back with an iron sword and an incense burner. He bowed, put down the incense burner for timekeeping, lit it, handed the iron sword to Shiyuan, and bowed out of the room. Shiyuan threw the iron sword to Ximen Feng and signaled that he could start.

A stick of incense burned out.

Ximen Peak was already tired, and even standing needed perseverance to support, sweat dripping down, dripping everywhere on the smooth stone floor.

Shiyuan still stood in place, not so much standing as floating, as if there were no roots under his feet. His face was as calm as ever, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his face. If at the beginning, Ximen Feng was afraid of hurting the elder's subordinates, but later he was almost a little angry. No matter how hard he tried, he used his sword palms and legs together, and even realized a lot of combinations of tricks during the period, but he still couldn't touch the corners of Shiyuan's clothes. Shiyuan looked at him and said lightly: "Yes, in such a short period of time, all the routines are played well, you are very hard working and talented, but you are just imitating, these tricks do not play their original subtlety." But now I'm not telling you tricks, but how I managed to dodge your attacks effortlessly. Shiyuan took the iron sword from Ximen Feng's hand, pulled out a silk head from his silk green clothes, raised his hand and threw it into his empty hand, and then waved a few sword flowers at random towards the silk, which was the cold Quartet in the Cold Moon Sword Technique. The sword aura was fierce, making bursts of sound breaking through the air, and the speed was dazzling, but the silk threads floated around along these attack traces and fell to the ground unharmed. Shiyuan said: "I am more powerful and faster than you, do you admit it?" Ximen Feng nodded. "Then why do you think I can't cut this silk? Ximen Feng said: "If the silk is fixed, it will be broken a long time ago." ”

Shiyuan smiled: "Do you think your opponent in the future will stand still and fight you?" Ximen Feng understood, no wonder Shiyuan avoided all his attacks without moving his feet, I am afraid that Shiyuan itself has reached a situation that is even more extreme than this silk just now. You don't use your strength to dodge at all, it is you who causes the flow of qi, and the source only flows with the flow of qi, like a leaf floating on the surface of the water, drifting with the current, you reach out and paddle through the water to pick up the leaf, but the leaf will divert to bypass your hand.

"This is a method of defeating the strong with the weak, and it is also one of my basic exercises, the thoughtless floating current in the Feather Leaf Thousand Dance Heart Method, do you want to learn?" Ximen Feng hurriedly nodded, and Shi Yuan's expression became serious, and asked, "Have you found that this is contrary to the basic idea of this sect's internal strength." Simon thought about it, and it was indeed so. Shiyuan said: "If you are very principled, you can not go to school with me, if you are just to catch up with the trial competition, I will not teach you, you must give me a reason to satisfy me." If it weren't for the old man who felt that he was too late anyway, he wouldn't have bothered me. ”

Ximen Feng relieved himself this time, he pondered for a while, and said: "The Great Elder thinks that I am a vulgar person who will be bound by the so-called view of the portal, right? Since you are the Great Elder of this sect, it means that the Great Master Ancestor does not mind, why should I mind." ”

Shiyuan smiled, regained his composure casually, and said: "It seems that you are really smart, yes, my martial arts are not my own martial arts, and I am not from the Hanhai country······" The little official of Ximen thought that Shiyuan was going to start explaining his life experience, and he listened carefully to the gossip, who knew that Shiyuan's words turned around: "The martial arts of this door can be traced back to the origin of Wuji, and my martial arts are Taiji, one pays attention to breaking the pole, breaking through the flaws in the shortest way, and the other pays attention to circulation, pays attention to following the trend, and dials thousands of catties." Seeing that Xiyuan was not ready to say, Ximen Feng could only say that he was careful to be taught and hurriedly turned over this article, but the curiosity written on his face could not be hidden. Shiyuan also sensed this, and coughed slightly embarrassed. Zhao Ziji, who was peeking outside the crack in the door, turned around and said to the door: "Oh, Elder Shiyuan is embarrassed, see you for the first time, see you for the first time!" Shiyuan asked, "Do you want me to tell the old man that you are here to steal the teacher." Before he finished speaking, Mentong and Zhao Ziji ran away.

"These curious stinky boys. Shiyuan shook his head and muttered. Ximen Feng couldn't hold back a laugh, thinking to himself, Elder Shiyuan seems to be an arrogant person.

Shiyuan seemed to remember something, and was embarrassed for a while, his face turned red: "You still have to go out..." Go and bring your own washbasin and cloth towels... I can't stand using one with someone else..."

The sky is thundering! Tsundere, definitely tsundere! Usually that look is just the same, what kind of tsundere can endure the loneliness of not communicating with others for so many years! Our great elder! Look at the name of this set of martial arts, Haba Senmai, this is a name that is given by what kind of sullen type in the heart.