The wooden stake suddenly exploded in the school yard, and what was even more amazing was that the cut surface of the broken wooden block followed the white marks of the blade just now, and there was no trace of being forcibly broken by brute force.

"This sword is called Chunshan Bamboo Surge, and it was also passed on to me by others in the early years, and then supplemented by the landscape sword I handed over to you, it is a good move" The man in the yellow shirt held the long sword in front of him.

When Lin Manliu heard these words, he knew that if he was going to learn this hand, he would be able to learn this hand, so he respectfully bowed his hand to the man in the yellow shirt and said, "I hope that the seniors will give advice."

Then I saw the man in the yellow shirt standing on the ground with his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand were together as a sword, standing half a foot in front of him, looking at the young man in the short shirt and shouting: "Raise the sword."

Hearing the news, the spring window butterfly immediately took out of its sheath and appeared in front of Lin Manliu in the shape of a standing sword, and silently recalled the qi cultivation method handed over to him by the man in the yellow shirt, and as the man in the yellow shirt combined his two fingers to stir and stroke in the air, the turquoise short sword held by the young man also moved.

"The spring mountain breeze is slow, and the green bamboo is swaying" The two fingers moved with the sound under the twist of the wrist, fluttering tactfully in front of the man in the yellow shirt, as if the green bamboo in the mountain was moving slightly in the wind.

The young man's wrist twisted and pulled the sword up, and a touch of green was smart and elegant in front of the young man in the short shirt. At first, the sword swing was slow and soft, and as he repeated it over and over again to feel the sword intent brought by the two fingers together, Lin Manliu gradually let the spring window butterfly rise and fall more and more quickly in his hands, and finally held up a blue shadow sword flower in front of the young man, which seemed to be the green bamboo swaying in the gentle spring breeze, which was very beautiful.

"The wind comes from the forest, the waves are surging" The two-fingered sword flower that was originally gracefully turned suddenly became fierce, and the man in the yellow shirt suddenly felt like a violent wind, and his two fingers broke through the wind here, and there was a sound of cutting the air.

Lin Manliu was only a little stunned, and he also swung his sword more than ten times on the school field, completely different from the sword he had learned before, and at this time he only heard the trembling sound from time to time on the sword body, and the trembling sound went wherever the sword went, and the body was swift and sharp, and the same was true of the spring window butterfly in his hand, a big opening and closing posture appeared on the young man's body, and the trembling sound of the short-shirted boy from the sword body to listen, think, and feel, and he could experience the close connection between the sword and the sword move he had learned.

The beginning of the sword raising duel is about the spring scene of one of the four seasons, and the sword moves I am watching now are in line with the spring meaning that the method pays attention to. The man in the yellow shirt who used his fingers as a sword on the side saw the situation of the young man in the short shirt practicing the sword, and cast an approving look.

Then he said to the short-shirted young man in front of him: "I will pass you the second sword first, you can try to match the sword forging peak sword momentum that your master learned, and then play with me in the future to see how effective you are."

"Kid got it".

"After that, I won't leave you to continue drinking tea, go back and practice diligently, you will first deal with the caravan affairs and the letters to be sent home, if you can trust it, you can hand it over to me," said the man in the yellow shirt after a slight thought.

"Thank you very much, ...... ago" Lin Manliu wanted to continue to thank him, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man in the yellow shirt in front of him.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank you, you came to welcome the village for your master, there is something you need to do on the day of the opening of the village, and young talents from all over the world will be invited to compete in the sword, you also need to play, but you are all juniors don't worry."

"I don't know what the strength of these juniors is, I've only been practicing swords for two months, and I only have some brute strength to do farm work" The short-shirted young man looked a little embarrassed.

This time it was not the man in the yellow shirt who answered, but Yue Hanzhi, who was sitting on the side and never spoke: "It must be a new disciple in the Jianghu sect in the Jiangnan area or some mountains and grasses, it shouldn't be a problem for you to go all out."

"As this girl said, you don't have to worry about just competing, and the world knows very little about your master's name, and there is no shame in losing," the man in the yellow shirt clapped his hands and smiled, but he secretly smiled in his heart and made up his mind to pay attention If you dare to embarrass Eleven, you will not have spare time to travel to the mountains and rivers in the future.

Lin Manliu nodded in response to this comfort, and looked at the woman in blue clothes and hats sitting on the side of the mountain rock embarrassedly, seeing that Yue Hanzhi didn't mean to get up, he had to look at the man in yellow shirt and said, "That kid asked his seniors for some pen and ink before leaving, and wrote a letter to send home."

"It's okay, follow me to the Jiangtai, there is a pen and ink book, you just need to tell me what you want to say and write, and I will send it to your master to ensure that you are in the village."

"More seniors..."The short-shirted boy thought that his handwriting was a little ugly, and some words might not know how to write, so it would be much better to think so.

Yue Hanzhi did not follow the two people who went to the general platform, but casually swept the position where the two of them were standing just now, as if recalling the scene of the two people competing just now.

"Say what you want to send home," the man in the yellow shirt sat behind the table, and had already taken out his pen and ink and put it on the desk.

The short-shirted boy paced back and forth on the edge of the guardrail of the point-and-shoot platform, thinking for a moment before he thought of the beginning.

"Master Qi, today by the predecessor ghostwriting for the disciple book, although the road is difficult but ultimately live up to the master's trust, now I need to prepare for the village to talk to the master and my father, I will definitely rush back to southern ......Xinjiang as soon as possible," Lin Manliu thought while looking at the western sky, as if he could look west again with a few more points, and see the small phoenix city in the southwest.

After hearing this, the man in the yellow shirt wrote in the book: "Master Father, today Brother Ye ghostwrote this family letter for the disciple, although the journey was difficult and dangerous after entering Hangzhou by Brother Ye's advice and experience, the disciple has made further progress in swordsmanship, and now I need to stay in the villa for a little more time, and I hope that the master will talk to my father and mother, I will definitely rush back to the southern Xinjiang ...... earlier."

The young man in the short shirt who was pacing the fence and looking into the distance, naturally did not know that the letter he wanted to send back had been slightly modified by the man in the yellow shirt, and after Lin Manliu finished talking about what he had encountered in these days and what he wanted to say to his father and mother and master, he turned to look at the man in the yellow shirt who had just stopped writing, and said with his fists clenched: "Although the master has arranged it first, but in the past few days from entering Hangzhou to the present, Man Liu has thanked his predecessors for all kinds of kindness."

After the man in the yellow shirt closed the written letter and put it in his sleeve, he waved his hand and said to the short-shirted young man in front of him: "Since you are a disciple of your master, if you are a member of our villa in the future, you must be so humble in your own family, and there are still a few days of sword competition in the village, although we are not much older than you, but we can't act, and it depends on you."

After Lin Manliu nodded in agreement, he said goodbye to him and turned around and left with Yue Hanzhi, after returning to the inn and the shopkeepers would only live in Hangzhou, there was not much consolation and retention, whether it was the caravan man or the caravan steward, it seemed that because of the experience along the way, he had a sense of awe for the young man in front of him, and he couldn't interfere too much with his stay.

In the following days, the short-shirted boy still lived in the inn, but it was early in the morning, and Chongying drove outside the door to wait for Lin Manliu and Yue Hanzhi to go to the mansion to "drink tea" with the yellow-shirted man.