In the middle of the night, when a heavy rain fell, the girl leaned sideways against the cliff wall with her sword in her arms, and a white kitten in her arms.

As for Liu Jingxun, he didn't know when he took out a book, and in the darkness, his mind wandered between the words.

When the book is used, Liu Jingxun wants to tell Jiang Yu a truth, but he can't always collect the thoughts in his heart.

When he was a young man in his early twenties, he went to Qike Mountain, although he turned a lot of books, but he always felt that he had to go on the road first and then read on the road when he was on the road.

The story in the book shines into reality, and there is still a big difference between people on the road and suddenly walking into the book.

When Liu Jingxun was practicing boxing at Chi Dusk Peak, he heard the old Xiaoxue Peak Master who always had a smile on his face say a truth, a crooked reason about the unity of knowledge and action.

If you want to achieve the unity of knowledge and action, it is actually not difficult, just know less.

Because the more you understand the truth, the more things you can't do, so it's easy to get into fights with yourself.

So Liu Jingxun closed the book suddenly, what do you read? When I read a book! Hurry up and fart!

Jiang Yu suddenly trembled, and the canoe emitted bursts of sword qi on its own, as if it was going to follow the girl's dream to slash the nightmare that scared her.

Liu Jingxun smiled helplessly, took out a blanket and came out, walked over and covered Jiang Yu's body, and at the same time transmitted a warm aura, so as not to get wet and sick again.

When he went back to the fire, Liu Jingxun put his hand on the fire and roasted it, the fire almost burned his sleeve, but he still didn't withdraw his palm.

It's a pity that the martial arts have reached the peak of their vitality, and they have the Gang Qi to protect their bodies, and this mundane flame can't burn themselves at all.

The small courtyard in Jingyang Palace, and the house where Bai Xiaodou lived later, was actually the house where Liu Jingxun once lived. Entering along the small door, against the wall on the right-hand side, there are still faint yellowish marks, which are blood marks left by Liu Jingxun when he was a child when he was angry at the wall and smashed his fist.

Some people like pain, not because they are sick, but because it calms him, and it is a punishment for their powerlessness, and it is also an escape.

This is the problem that Liu Jingxun wants to change the most.

From the news from Yuyan Tower, I learned that the wall building is no less than a top sect force, with his current realm, he rushed to go, that is, to hit the stone with an egg.

Liu Jingxun took a sip of wine and stayed in the Vermilion Bird Dynasty, but his ability was not enough, so he left, but he was unwilling. Even if you continue to go south, you can use a few small countries and a mountain as a breakthrough to learn a hand. Working hard from small to large, this is what Liu Jingxun is very good at, but he is still unwilling.

Obviously, he has already come to Lizhou, and he knows that Hanging Wall Building is one of the murderers who robbed and killed his godmother back then, but he just can't do anything.

Turning his head to look at the dead girl, Liu Jingxuan smiled helplessly, and said to himself, "Who am I going to lose my temper with?"

It was finally the next morning, but in fact, it was impossible to tell when it was just looking at the sky.

Liu Jingxun set up a tripod, hung a clay pot, cooked a pot of millet porridge, and then carried the mountain bridge to practice swords in the rain.

Jiang Yu woke up from the whistling sound, glanced at Liu Jingxun, still a little angry, and said when did that guy have a sword again? Ahh

As a result, when she saw the pot of hot millet porridge, the girl almost cried on the spot.

It's been a month, and I haven't eaten at all in the morning, and I have one meal a day at most.

She hurriedly hugged Bai Xiaomeow over, and did not forget to carry the canoe, and then took out her own bowl and Bai Xiaomeow's bowl from the treasure bag, and poured them full, not too hot, and drank them after sucking.

Jiang Yu secretly glanced at the green-shirted swordsman, and said in his heart that the Qi Refiner is good, and it can't rain it.

At this time, Liu Jingxun just put away his sword, Jiang Yu hurriedly lowered his head, I didn't peek.

Liu Jingxun retracted the Shanshui Bridge and stood in the pouring rain, but when the rain was above him, it was as if it had been dried up by a heat wave, and it couldn't fall on him anyway.

Raising his hand slightly, the wine gourd flew into Liu Jingxun's hand on its own, he took a sip of wine, and it was the last sip. I had to lick it

Licking his lips, he said softly: "Starting today, I will teach you boxing techniques, and if you want to learn the sword to move the sword, look at it."

Pulling up a fist fight, Liu Jingxun punched extremely slowly, and he was even a little clumsy when he looked at it.

"My boxing was learned from the old man of the eighth or ninth peak of Chi Dusk Peak in Qingxing Mountain, and I only learned two sets of boxing from him, and the set I taught you is a real boxing method, and even Bai Xiaodou has not been taught."

Jiang Yu looked extremely seriously, but he could still distract himself and ask, "Why is it different from what you fought before?"

Liu Jingxun didn't answer, but said, "The first form, winding the wind. Pay attention to a sticky, extremely soft, to be like a dog skin plaster, the opponent can't shake it off."

Soon the drill was over, and the wine gourd was tied back to the bottom of the cliff, and before he could stand still, Jiang Yu's eyes widened, "One set of punches, just one style?"

Liu Jingxun shook his head and said, "There are a total of six styles, winding wind, Xingqiu, Liuhe, Baji, backer, and reckless. You've learned the first form."

As he spoke, Liu Jingxun turned around and picked up a shelf made of branches prepared in advance, and hung it on Jiang Yu's neck like a yoke. Then he took out a piece of white paper and hung it on the tip of the branch, the white paper was only a small arm's distance from Jiang Yu's chest.

"That's how I practiced back then, before learning the second style, you have to be able to punch at this distance to break the white paper, and then you can break the white paper at this distance, and then shorten the distance by one palm, until you can also break the white paper when you are half a palm away from your chest, and you can learn Xingqiu Boxing. Don't be clever, this blank paper is invulnerable, but other than this one is no different from ordinary paper."

Jiang Yu threw a punch and exerted all his strength, but he just hit the white paper and floated it.

How is this possible? What's the use of practicing this, beating cotton?

Jiang Yu turned his head and asked, "Then how long did it take you to do it?"

Liu Jingxun smiled, knowing that she would ask like this, if it was Bai Xiaodou, she would never ask, what the master said was what it was.

"I'm different from you, I have a foundation, before learning boxing, I had been fighting on the battlefield for several years, and I was named a general, so I naturally knew how to use skill, so I practiced Wind Twisting Fist for three days."

Jiang Yu blinked and said in surprise, "Are you still a general?"

Liu Jingxun raised his hand and was a brainstorm, "Don't ask, you will know about me in the future." After that, you have to punch a hundred times every morning, and when you walk, you have to carry this and look for that skill. Don't think it's useless, those who practice boxing, if you are not afraid of fighting with people close to your face, you can be seriously injured with one blow at a distance of half a palm, and no one in the same realm of martial artists will be able to get close to you, dare to get close to you."

Jiang Yu rubbed his head and sighed, but suddenly a little annoyed.

Knowing that he was slapping a sweet date, he was still happy.

It was already very close to Tangjiang, but when the rain stopped and was about to be Shen, the two walked to the bank of Tangjiang.

Far away, Liu Jingxun heard a fisherman singing on the river, so he listened carefully.

Two mountains and a river, in the clouds and mist, the singing is lingering.

The fisherman sang, "Fold the willows to make a flute to help the warbler sing." Looking forward to the rippling spring water, looking forward to returning to the boat in the evening.

I shine at dusk on the riverside, and the flying glow also shines on me by the mountain, so far the sail shadow is not seen, only the water day is in February and the long night is singing. Huer Dari slowly climbed the building, and so far there is no return to the boat, and the mountains and rivers are also worried, and the people are also worried."

Looking forward to returning to the boat every year, the boats on the river are waving their hands.

It is another year of spring, the pear blossoms on the riverside are blooming, the flower path is alone, the moon shadow is scarce, the mountains and rivers are also worried, and the people are also worried. The rippling spring water, peeking people in the waves, I haven't seen me for more than 30 years, is it the tip of the moon? Is it full of flowers? Am I white-headed? Is it frost to cover your head?"

The song is loud, but the meaning of the words is a little sad.

Liu Jingxun held down Bai Xiaomeow, who was holding back to catch fish in the river, turned his head and asked, "What is this singing?"

Jiang Yu shook his arm and said casually: "Tangjiang trumpet, the fishing song passed down by the fishermen on the river, I will sing it. Legend has it that a couple who live at the foot of Tangzi Mountain, the man joined the army on an expedition, saying that he would return to his hometown in the spring of Tangshan in the moonlight, hoping to see his own pear blossoms blooming on the riverside when he returned to his hometown. The woman went to the pear grove every day to be busy, waiting for the next year when the moon shines on Tangzi Mountain, and the pear blossoms on both sides of the bank bloom. Of course, I didn't wait, so every year when the pear blossoms bloomed, women would shout at the river to return to the boat, yes or no

I've seen my husband. This shout is thirty years. The pear blossoms bloom every year, and when the pear blossoms fall on the woman's head, you can't tell whether it is a flower or a hair, and the man still doesn't come back. It is said that a passing luthier made up a song about the story, and Zhouzi, a fisherman from the country, was impressed by the woman's steadfastness, so he spontaneously sang it, and it has been passed down to this day."

Liu Jingxun said softly: "A mortal's life is only a few decades, and it is very powerful to be able to wait by the river for decades."

Jiang Yu smiled, "Yes! They all admired that woman, but they didn't want to be that woman. It is said that before that, half of the Tangzi Mountain was full of archways of chastity."

Liu Jingxun said curiously, "Half a seat? Before?"

The girl nodded, and while punching the white paper, she said softly, "There is only half of Tangzi Mountain now, and it seems that the other half has been chopped away by a sword. But it's all legends! It is said that the woman moved the heavens, so a fairy came and moved the virgin tomb and half of the Tang Mountain to the fairyland."

Liu Jingxun was suddenly dumbfounded, also called the virgin's grave? It can't be the virgin grave in Baishui Cave Heaven, right?

There was a sound of paper tearing, Liu Jingxuan turned his head, and saw Jiang Yu with a smile on his face, "Change paper and paper."

How long has it been? In just a few hours, you can already break the paper?

Liu Jingyun's face did not change, he took out a piece of white paper and hung it, and then said softly: "It's okay, but don't be arrogant, those who learn boxing with me can break the white paper at a distance of half a palm in an hour."

Jiang Yu grinned, "I don't care, I'm better than you anyway!" By the way, what's the name of the one who learned boxing with you? I'll talk to him later."

Liu Jingxun's heart is galloping, where the hell is there someone who learns boxing together? It's not a shame to hang on, just a casual remark.

But if you don't say a name at this time, you will definitely be looked down upon by this dead girl.

After a pause, Liu Jingxuan pretended to be indifferent and said, "His name is Zhang Wuwei, and he is a Taoist priest. But it's a bit of a problem, to put it simply, there are two people living in his body, and the two of them don't know what happened."

Jiang Yu was surprised, "And this strange disease?"

Liu Jingxun nodded, his face was the same, but he felt guilty in his heart!

But friends! When?

Seeing that Liu Jingxun didn't speak, Jiang Yu asked again, "Then where are we going?"

Liu Jingxun's face was complicated, and he said, "Wait here for the ferry, go to Halberd Mountain, and then go south."

Jiang Yu thought so, nodded and said, "Yes, you have to leave quickly, you can't be in the territory of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty."

The girl, who has never cared about the feelings of others, naturally didn't notice that the young man next to her, who hadn't been called a few times by him, was full of momentum and powerlessness at this time.

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