"Not bad" The man in the yellow shirt just said two words, and then swung his sword to knock Lin Manliu's surprise move off the course.

Lin Manliu reacted immediately after seeing that Shan Yexing was blocked, and continued to move forward to distance himself from the man in the yellow shirt. Then he turned around sharply and threw the mountain field again, the short sword poked out from the young man's left hand and shot out of the whirlwind, and the figure also chased after him, if Fei Guluan didn't succeed, it was a double sword and used the yellow dragon.

The man in the yellow shirt seemed to see through the young man's expectations, and the long sword stabbed straight at the whirling mountain field, and at the moment when the sword body collided, it was not knocked down or bounced back, and he held up a hand of sword flower so that the sword body kept colliding with the mountain field, and the mountain field line seemed to be guided from the tip of the sword to the hilt of the sword, and the speed of the spinning was getting slower and slower.

The young man in the short shirt looked at this scene, stopped and seemed to be ready to finish watching the sword flower in his hand first, the movement of the long sword wandering is like a bamboo forest blown by the mountain wind, the green bamboo moves with the wind and sways in the air, and then compares the sword moves that belong to it, looking at this bamboo sea from a distance in the mountain wind, there are waves echoing in the sky.

Finally, when he reached the hilt of the golden long sword, Shan Yexing was easily provoked without any movement, and it was only a moment. The man in the yellow shirt shook his right hand, and the short sword was picked up in the air to draw an arc, and the man's left hand probed and learned to play with the mountains and fields in his hand like a teenager. Then he said: "If there is a big difference in strength with the opponent in the future battle, try to use Fei Guluan to control the enemy as little as possible", the young man nodded and continued to move.

After speaking, he didn't plan to return the mountain to Lin Manliu, and saw that the short-shirted boy was still rushing forward with a sword, so he learned that the short-shirted young man's right hand horizontal sword seemed to be about to play a sword in front of him.

The follow-up competition became a change of moves between the two, and the man in the yellow shirt was very deliberate to only be faster than Lin Manliu's sword every time, although the short-shirted boy was getting faster and faster, but the whole process was a bad move, and the faster the sword was issued, the more he was introduced into such a situation, and the whole person's sword had been pinched to death by the other party.

The short-shirted young man who fell into such a situation, slowly sweating from his forehead, he wanted to get out of this situation but there was no way to get out, the two of them fought with their swords, and the spring window butterfly kept leaving subtle white marks on the golden long sword wrapped in the iron clothes, as if he was about to cut off the iron clothes, but he could only do this, and he couldn't let the black cloth strip have more damage.

Just when the two sides exchanged moves thirty-six times, Lin Manliu's speed was obviously slower than the previous one, and there was no longer any meaning in the fight, so the man in the yellow shirt swung his sword more forcefully, and the fight ended with just one sword.

The short-shirted boy was shocked back a few steps, his steps were a little vain, and he wanted to use the spring window butterfly to touch the bottom to stabilize his body, but as soon as the sword pointed to the ground, the entire turquoise long sword came out of his right hand and fell to the ground, and the whole person fell backwards.

Before Lin Manliu's eyes turned black, someone seemed to be sighing and someone was calling his name, only to see a blue figure running towards him quickly, as if he was still shaking his shoulders, and he didn't know what else was behind him, and the whole person fainted like this.

"It's just a loss of strength, I guess I didn't sleep all night last night, and today I came to drink tea again, just take it back and rest for a while," the man in the yellow shirt looked at the two in front of him and said, then put Shan Yexing on the side of the short-shirted boy and walked to his small courtyard.

Yue Hanzhi looked at the back of the yellow shirt with some anger, but he didn't say anything, he just helped the young man to pick up the spring window butterfly and the mountain field line into the sheath and walked towards the gate of the Lu Mansion.

After the two walked out of the Lu Mansion, they saw Chongying sitting and waiting next to the stone carved lion, and there was a carriage beside him.

"But I've been waiting for a long time, I originally thought that Man Liu would come out in a while, how could he still fight for so long, did the old liar release the water?" the young man next to the carriage chattered.

As a result, there was no response, Chongying was interested in the comatose Lin Manliu into the car, and only after Yue Hanzhi also entered the car did he sit in the carriage and act as a temporary coachman, sending the two back to the inn.

Lin Manliu, who returned to the inn, didn't wake up suddenly until nightfall, and he found that he was already in the inn, and after the two short swords were also placed at his side, he felt relieved and relieved, recalling the competition in the Lufu school field during the day to review.

It becomes the last tragic situation, and it has a lot to do with throwing a mountain trip and finally wanting to fight with the man in the yellow shirt to seek a strange move again, and in the future, you should really test the difference between the other party and yourself before making plans.

But thinking about it, Lin Manliu remembered again, the action of the man in the yellow shirt when he picked up his flying lonely luan, the sword flower in that hand was like a forest landscape, and it was also that sword that made his mountain trip not create a chance for him to continue to play the sword, and it also led to the short sword being taken away. When recalling the movements of the man in the yellow shirt, the young man couldn't help but feel that his fingers were together and he was walking in front of him in the shape of a sword.

"There is only its form, not its god," a voice suddenly came from the doorway. The young man who closed his eyes and thought about it quickly turned his head to look over, only to see that the door had been opened at some point, and there was a moon cold branch in a blue coat and hat next to the door.

"During the day, I saw the man holding the sword flower, as if walking into the bamboo forest, the mountain wind around him suddenly rose, blowing between the bamboo forests, the bamboo sea bursts, and the waves are surging" Lin Manliu said with his fingers together, still gesturing the movements of the memories in his heart.

"It's really stupid, his sword move style is based on your short sword flying whirling at that time, you are comparing it many times in this time, isn't it just a comparison of how to stop the short sword in front of the flying spin, isn't it the root of the sword pointing at the flaw, break it one by one" Yue Hanzhi looked at the young man who was still comparing with a fool's eyes.

A word woke up the person in the dream, and the young man once again did not realize that he had been obsessed with imitating the man in the yellow shirt before, and wanted to pursue the way to crack it by imitating his sword, and only then did he wake up after being broken by the woman in blue, Lin Manliu made up his mind to pay attention and decided to ask the man in the yellow shirt again tomorrow.

The young man quickly got up and went to the door, looked at Yue Hanzhi with a smirk, and said to him, "Miss Yue, I don't know if we can visit the Lu Mansion again tomorrow?" ”。

An unexpected answer happened, and the woman in blue didn't refuse, and turned around and went to her own room next door.

Lin Manliu thought that he would have to grind and soak for a while, and he had already calculated the rhetoric in his heart, such as the master still had things to explain, his swordsmanship suddenly had a new understanding and wanted to ask for advice again, and he didn't talk to his new friend Chongying on the way back today, and wanted to bother for a while tomorrow, and so on.

When he was a teenager, he had already brought the truths, reasons, and excuses that Mr. Xuetang casually said, which were commonplace, and he could talk to others a lot when he opened his mouth, but today he didn't have to perform this skill and suddenly felt a little regretful.