White City College, in front of the Low Mountain Falls.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the calm water, and when it is refracted by the waves, it has a sparkling feeling.

Sitting lazily by the lake, with a piece of hay in his mouth, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, the wind and snow sword was tied to his back, his eyes looked at the waterfall in front of him, as if he was in a thought, and he shook his head more rattle after a long time of silence and said: "I don't have to teach, I don't have to teach!" Because I was too late in cultivating martial arts and was tied up by the way of martial arts, I didn't have time to regulate and refine my true qi, to learn martial arts, to practice tricks, and the opportunity for hand-to-hand combat was destined to be scarce as a warlock, and your achievements in martial arts were limited, so teaching you too advanced martial arts would be useless, so what should I do?"

Mu Yun stood beside him with his hands behind his back, but he didn't refute it, and nodded slightly in agreement: "Because of this, I don't need profound tricks, I don't need cumbersome and complicated routines, I just want simple, practical, easy to learn, quick, and a move and a half that can save my life at critical moments." ”

The wind slept and spit out the hay in his mouth, glared and said indignantly: "You kid, when I am a fairy!"

Mu Yun said confidently: "I believe you have." ”

Sleep in the wind sighed, "You say there is, who do you think you are, no is no, how can there be such an ideal thing in the world." ”

Mu Yun said with a calm gaze: "Three buckets." ”

Feng Zhongmian's brows moved suddenly, and he looked up at the afterglow, hey, today's sunset seems to be particularly beautiful!

Mu Yun said slowly: "Four barrels." ”

"I remember, I do have a similar trick. Hey, I just forgot about it after I didn't use it for too long, but if it gives me a little inspiration, maybe I can remember. ”

Mu Yun said directly: "Five barrels." ”

Feng Zhongmian patted his head and said: "I remembered, I remembered, there is indeed a trick, if there is more inspiration, maybe I can remember it more clearly." ”

Mu Yun's heart lit up in vain, he wanted to learn some simple basic tricks, but he never expected to fish out the unfathomable master who slept in the wind, and immediately increased the chips: "Six barrels." ”

A trace of excitement flashed in the wind, but he quickly suppressed the excitement and put on a struggling look: "No, I am a dignified sword saint of wind and snow, and I am a good man in the mainland, how can I sell the secret skills of the master for a little tongue temptation." ”

"Six barrels are six barrels. Mu Yun saw that he was pretending, and he really couldn't stand it anymore, "You can stop in moderation." ”

"I'm a handsome and good young man with moral integrity, and you want to buy me off for this benefit? Do you know how to write the three words "Sleep in the Wind, am I such a person?"

"Eight barrels at a fixed price!"

"Deal!"

Feng Zhongmian's eyes lit up, as if he had picked up a big bargain, and this amount was already beyond expectations, because Mu Yun didn't have many crimson dreams brewed in total. Feng Zhongmian recalled the tempting aroma of wine in the crimson dream, and his saliva was about to flow out: "This set of martial arts is very simple, because there is only one move. ”

"Only one trick?"

"One trick is enough, I'll demonstrate it first. Feng Zhongmian held the sword with the sheath in his hand, he glanced at Mu Yun and said, "Withdraw ten steps, so as not to be injured by mistake, keep your eyes open and look carefully." ”

Mu Yun retreated outside the designated range.

"Ten more steps back!"

"That's all right, right?"

"Almost. Mu Yun pushed out dozens of steps in a row, Feng Zhongmian held the scabbard in his left hand, slowly raised his hand, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was preparing something, and his mouth explained: "The so-called Dao is simple, although this move is very simple, the ninth-rate apprentice can learn it, even if it reaches my realm, it is still a sharp killing move!"

Feng Zhongmian always raised his sword without drawing it, and Mu Yun felt a trace of confusion in his heart.

What kind of trick is this?

"I'm going to make a move, look carefully!" Feng Zhongmian's scabbard rotated in his left hand, and his right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and suddenly drew his sword, accompanied by a light roar: "Draw the sword and slash!"

The moment the sword was pulled out, the bright sword light was instantly brought out, the forest was as cold as the moon, and the killing intent soared to the sky, as if it had been suppressed for thousands of years, and finally tore the embankment, and suddenly vented out, and the momentum was very amazing.

Burn!

The sword that sleeps in the wind is unsheathed.

Mu Yun showed a look of astonishment, the entire lake was separated by the sword light, and it had not yet recovered, and a few solid rocks were like fragile tofu, easily cut in half. Mu Yun watched the whole process intently, unable to distinguish the speed of drawing the sword and returning the sword, and he couldn't even see the appearance of the blade clearly, the attack speed was too fast.

Feng Zhongmian turned back to Mu Yun and said, "The full name of this move is 'Drawing the Sword and Breaking the Moon Technique', which is one of the most powerful moves in my martial arts, what do you think?"

Mu Yun stared intently at the surface of the water, those splitting the lake stagnated for three or two seconds, flowing back and refilling the ravine, he sighed sincerely: "From the perspective of a martial artist, the destructive power of this move is already very amazing!"

Feng Zhongmian put the scabbard on his shoulder and said lazily: "That's true, but it's a little limited to use it." First, you need to have a good scabbard so that the weapon can coalesce in the sheath, and then suddenly pull out and attack the enemy. This trick is too insidious and not quite in line with my style, so it is rarely used, and I will teach it to you today, count yourself lucky!"

There is only one trick, but the magic is endless.

It is generally biased towards defense or sneak attack, or as a starting hand before the two sides meet. Before drawing the sword, there was no trace at all, because the true qi was hidden in the sheath, and suddenly the blade was drawn out of the sheath and caused a fierce blow, making it impossible to defend against it.

The disadvantage of this trick is that it takes a long time to gather qi, there is only one chance to attack, the true qi is highly condensed, and the pursuit of the most violent blow is pursued, but it is not easy to control, if the attack fails, if you want to continue to attack, you will not be able to keep up. If the opponent is an experienced warrior, he will definitely seize the opportunity to counterattack violently.

Therefore, Sleep in the Wind is not very fond of using it.

"Good, good!"

This move is indeed very suitable for Mu Yun, Mu Yun is a warlock, no matter how he cultivates martial arts, if he fights a pure martial artist, it will definitely not be a fair thing. Therefore, Mu Yun is not suitable for long-term combat at all, as long as there is one move, it is enough!

Warlock status is a very desirable cover in itself.

Feng Zhongmian was in a hurry to go back to drinking, so seeing that Mu Yun was more satisfied, he explained the essence and mystery of drawing the knife without reservation. This trick is taught by the mysterious master who sleeps in the wind, and the advantage is that the apprentice is a strong martial artist, and the applicability is very high.

Mu Yun naturally can't cause a momentum like sleeping in the wind, but it can greatly increase the speed, strength, and momentum of the sword swing, if in close combat, a sword attack is suddenly attacked, and the idle people can't dodge.

Feng Zhongmian finished drawing his sword and explained: "This trick seems simple, but it is not easy to practice, you are practicing the Phaseless Heart Sutra, so learning any martial arts, the speed will be faster than that of ordinary martial artists." But martial arts can't be achieved overnight, and according to my estimate, if you can perform it in half a month, that's good. Without three or five months of practice, it is impossible to use it proficiently, and if you want to thoroughly integrate it and cultivate it to the Great Perfection, it will take as little as one and a half years and as long as ten or eight years. Anyway, you can do it!"

Mu Yun tried several times on the spot, but all failed.

As a result, I was very sad and helpless to find that he, who basically didn't even know luck, what else did he talk about practicing drawing a knife and slashing?

Mu Yun has true qi and can't use it, just like holding a gun full of bullets, but he can't find where the trigger is, if he doesn't even learn how to shoot, how can he expect to become a marksman? Martial arts must take one step at a time, Mu Yun must learn to use true qi as soon as possible, and this practice process must not be short.

It's not easy to learn the arts.

Cultivating martial arts is not easy.

It is difficult to reach the sky with dual cultivation of martial arts!

Mu Yun didn't think about giving up, he didn't know what level he could cultivate his martial arts, but it was certain that within his ability, every trace of true qi was an unimaginable huge advantage for ordinary warlocks.

Because he couldn't practice drawing the knife for a while, and he couldn't wait to go back to drink in the wind, Mu Yun could only put it aside for the time being, first memorize the drawing and slashing skills and methods, and practice when the time was ripe.

Sleeping in the wind, he returned to Mu Yun's house happily, and before he entered the courtyard door, he smelled an incomparably strong aroma of wine from a distance.

"Hell!"

Feng Zhongmian's face changed greatly, and he suddenly burst into a foul language, accelerated suddenly, and jumped into the courtyard, and the sight made him stunned. I don't know when there were four or five long tables in the small courtyard, which were filled with grilled sausages, barbecued meat, fruits and other foods, and each transparent wine jug was full of crimson, crystal-like liquid.

The small courtyard is like a party, dozens of people shuttle through it, everyone holding a delicate and noble crystal goblet, and is drinking the beloved crimson dream of sleeping in the wind.

"Ahh

Feng Zhongmian let out a miserable scream, like a dead father and mother, the barrels placed in the corner have been sent away, and now there are only 8 barrels left, of which 2 barrels are basically empty.

"My wine! How dare you drink my wine?" Feng Zhongmian was furious, and shouted angrily: "Spit it out, spit it out, or Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Qin Yue walked out with her hips twisted, her cheeks flushed slightly, she had obviously drunk a few glasses, holding half a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes were a little dissatisfied and said, "What kind of drunken madness are you playing again?"

Most of the dozens of people at the scene were acquaintances, such as Meng Hu, Zhao Pu, Weng Lianhai, Gu Boyun, and Nalan Yan, Feng Zhongmian immediately figured it out, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire, and he was tricked by Mu Yun. Mu Yun called Feng Zhongmian out, on the one hand, he asked for martial arts, and on the other hand, he asked Qin Yue to invite guests, and he was drinking his own wine.

Mu Yun saw the expression that he was eager to peel him alive, and smiled slightly and said, "Don't be angry, the wine I promised you is indispensable for you." Lao Meng, prepare four buckets and let him take them away later. The other four barrels are owed first, and the wine that I drank here today is all mine. ”

Feng Zhongmian held the sword, snorted dissatisfied, but reluctantly accepted: "It's about the same!"

Mu Yun did promise to give Feng Zhongmian eight barrels of wine, but he didn't say that he would pay it all at once, and now Mu Yun deliberately owes Feng Zhongmian a few barrels of wine, let him worry about it first, and it will be much easier to ask Feng Zhongmian to help in the future.

Feng Zhongmian couldn't wait to pick up a wine bottle, took a deep breath, revealing an extremely intoxicated expression, and then tasted it carefully, and suddenly a strong aroma spread, and the strong spiritual feeling created a pleasure beyond the senses.

"Good, good!"

Feng Zhongmian was overjoyed, and drank most of the bottle in one go, only to feel that his whole body was burning, and he was even a little drunk. Sleeping in the wind is a monster that is difficult to get drunk with a thousand cups, even if it is a strong wine, it can drink several large altars. This crimson dream is different, although the taste is not violent, but it can make people get drunk quickly, and it is just right, so that the pleasure fills the whole spirit.

This is caused by the spiritual energy in the crimson dream, which is no longer a drunken state of physiological, but a kind of intoxication of a mental state, which is even more obsessive.

Feng Zhongmian wanted to drink one or two barrels on the spot with the mentality of not suffering a loss, but he found that even with his own amount of alcohol, he couldn't drink too much. It was a magical wine, one of the things he was looking for.

Nalan Yan was in the crowd, dressed in white and holding half a cup of scarlet dreams, like an elegant fairy. Now the development momentum of the Snow Swallow Chamber of Commerce is very strong, because it has cooperated with the Warlock Guild and the Academy Alliance, and has also received the support of Baicheng, Shicheng, and Medicine City, and has also signed an in-depth cooperation agreement with the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group, and has begun to recruit troops, start to cultivate a research team, and recruit a group of warlocks.

The Snow Swift Chamber of Commerce has become the climate.

Even if it is the behemoth Nalan family, it is difficult for its tentacles to reach into Baicheng, because the Snow Swallow Chamber of Commerce involves more and more interests, and it is not easy to uproot Nalan Yan.

This confrontation with the family has been won in the first battle.

In fact, Nalan Yan is a very unambitious person who does not like to pursue money or power, such people are often not enterprising, and generally cannot do anything. It's just that there is a firm belief that always pushes her forward, that is, her mother who is under house arrest in the compound of the deep house, her brother who is crazy all day long, and the majestic and domineering uncle who is sitting on the throne of the head of the family and is strategizing ambitiously.

Just when Nalan Yan lost his mind, the calm and elegant young man with the warlock sword hanging from his waist came to him.