A long sword made of black iron is about three feet long, without ornate patterns but shining with a little cold light, which looks simple and agile. Qing Yun was very happy to hold this sword in her hand.

This is the first sword that Qing Yun got, although it is very rough and just an ordinary iron sword, but it is of great significance to Qing Yun who has not yet owned a sword.

The cold sword danced in the court in his hand, and Qing Yun also began to practice sword life today.

A small iron sword is too ordinary to be ordinary, and even an ordinary family can easily buy it, and it is difficult for such a weapon to really play any role in real combat, but it is enough to practice a sword.

Qing Yun can't master those advanced swordsmanship realms, and now her task is to practice moves and bring the sword into real lethality. Instead of relying on brute force to attack, as before.

Although it is possible to crush the opponent with strong strength, the so-called one force to ten will be the same. However, if the strength is strong, once it encounters an opponent of the same level, it will inevitably fail miserably. It's like two ordinary people with the same strength, one is proficient in martial arts, the other is nothing, and the person who learns martial arts when the two meet will inevitably win, which is indisputable.

Therefore, for today's Qingyun, cultivation to achieve the spirit into the body, although a weak woman also has the power to surpass ordinary people, but she has not learned various attack techniques and has not been able to make her a strong person who truly surpasses ordinary people. It's just better than the average person.

And today, Qing Yun is learning swords in order to be able to turn his strength into a powerful attack and killing force.

No matter what its meaning is, it is a weapon of killing, and swordsmanship is a means of killing. Even the sword was designed to kill, and the techniques were to the point, which was very exquisite. But subtlety also means difficulty.

Qing Yun repeated the simple movements over and over again, whether it was splitting, stabbing, or sweeping, all kinds of movements were very simple but also the most direct moves.

Sword practice is very boring, the same action has to be repeated hundreds or even thousands of swords, under her terrifying power, only the sword shadows left in the slashed iron sword can not see the rapid movements.

The sword danced in the air, and Qingyun's limbs were also dancing, like a girl practicing beautiful dance steps, either swinging or jumping to show her graceful posture. It is like a fairy in the dust of the nine heavens, and every move is surrounded by an elegant atmosphere, with a few wisps of dusty temperament.

The sword is still dancing, as if she is the only one left in the world, leaving only the fluttering figure and the flowing sword brilliance in the world.

However, she was not alone, practicing her sword in the courtyard.

In the corner not far away, the grass was still watching every move ahead, and the small leaves were fluttering in the air in the wind.

The leaves are as green as jade, and the spiritual light flashes on the leaves, and the grass is also practicing the sword in the same way as Qingyun.

But he looked very clumsy, after all, he was just a small grass. Now his movements were still a little jerky, and a turquoise blade sometimes twisted and sometimes impacted, and it looked very unpresentable. It can almost be said that no one can associate it with swordsmanship.

The blades are weak and weak, and he can't exert powerful destructive power at all. But the grass is still trying again and again, a thorn, a pick, a horizontal, and constantly swinging, this is a humble grass attempt!

He has always been at the bottom of the food chain, there is no life more miserable than him, insects can be eaten, beasts can be stepped on, he has little power to speak of.

However, today, he is not willing to be humble from now on, and practices swordsmanship with a grass sword.

He felt that swordsmanship was the most suitable for him, after all, his blades were like swords, and he could exert the power of swordsmanship. As for other knife techniques and the like, they don't have much advantage for Xiaocao. In fact, all he can learn now is swordsmanship.

The sword moves that the human body can exert Xiaocao can't play, but because he keeps watching Qingyun practice and Aunt Lan's last explanation. Xiaocao constantly experiments and deduces sword moves from the various essences of swordsmanship.

However, every sword move may not be correct, and you can only constantly analyze whether it is correct, and constantly improve it and swing your blade again. There is no one to correct and guide. This is a huge challenge for Xiaocao, and it is extremely difficult.

Now he was wielding the blade hard, but unfortunately the blade was too soft to wield a sharp sword momentum. The green blades are narrow and sharp, like a green jade sword, which has an otherworldly momentum.

However, he looked like he wanted to bend when the wind passed, but he was very helpless. Xiaocao can only make up for it with constant practice, and at the same time, Xiaocao also absorbs the warm sunlight of spring and the aura in the air to constantly replenish the lost power. I can barely hold on.

Time passed, and the morning sun gradually shifted towards the middle of the day.

Qing Yun didn't know how many times he had practiced, and his swordsmanship had also improved subtly through constant practice. Although Xiaocao's swordsmanship is not lethal, it is an extremely obvious improvement for him now.

And his leaves have become more flexible with constant practice, and they are no longer like a toddler as before.

Qingyun walked over and couldn't help but smile when she looked at Xiaocao's serious practice, because Xiaocao's current appearance was too interesting.

A small and long leaf is very cute with constant stinging movements, especially his jasper-like leaves sparkling in the sun, which is also very smart and interesting.

"Okay, take a break. It's time for us to go inside. It's noon, and it's time to eat. Qingyun touched the grass affectionately and said slowly.

Qingyun carefully picked up the pot of green grass, with a happy smile on her face, although she was really tired now, and her face was dripping with sweat. She has learned a lot through constant practice, and she believes that she has enough ability to protect herself and is not as prone to danger as before.

"Aunt Lan, is the meal ready, I'm so hungry!" Qingyun rubbed her flat stomach and shouted helplessly, she looked at the wisps of cooking smoke floating from the kitchen, and knew that the meal was almost ready.

She felt like she was really hungry now, as if she hadn't eaten in days.

"Alright, already. What's the hurry, just wait!" Aunt Lan's voice also came not far away, and I saw that she was busy preparing lunch with a few maids, and the kitchen was bustling with all the people. Coupled with Aunt Lan's shout, everything was like an ordinary family.

Qingyun was very happy when she looked at this scene, maybe this was the life she once wanted, but she had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Ordinary life is constantly staged in this small Luoshan Town, and Qingyun and Aunt Lan live a life like ordinary people. Everyone seems to have forgotten the bloody battle.

After all, life is always moving forward.