Li Shangyang sat on a tree stump and said to Zhuohua: "Your Uncle Wei Jing uses the Pure Yang Sword Technique, wait for me to fight him again, you can see how I block his sword moves." ”

Zhuo Hua nodded a little stunned, he was still thinking about the two of Fang Cai's moves, and when he came back to his senses, the two had started fighting again, as if he was taking care of Zhuo Hua's can't see this fast sword clearly, and even the shot was a little slower, so that it was still Fang Cai's few moves.

But looking at Li Shangyang's side, it seems that he has slowed down a little with him, but he still keeps it tight, Zhuo Hua knows that the old man wants him to pay attention to how he blocks, rather than learning this pure yang swordsmanship, so he keeps an eye on it all the time.

Seeing Wei Jing using the same move 'White Rainbow Through the Sun', he rose up and stabbed Li Shangyang in the shoulder, Li Shangyang did not back down, pointed forward with the bamboo pole, and the two of them were in the air together, and he didn't see how hard he used it, so he took Wei Jing straight back to the ground.

Zhuo Hua was amazed by the side, he remembered clearly that when Wei Jing used this trick, the old man didn't respond like this, he only dodged to the right and dodged this stab.

Seeing Wei Jing's moves, there are still rules to follow, but Li Shangyang's sword move has no rules at all, just like a relaxed freehand and doing whatever he wants, but where to learn this, Zhuo Hua couldn't help but think secretly.

In this instant, the two of them have passed more than ten moves, Li Shangyang's swordsmanship is similar to just now, but it seems to be irrelevant, Zhuo Hua didn't think much about it, so he secretly remembered that his memory since he was a child was a first-class good, and he used to be a young master in the house, so he didn't need this good memory, but now he can use it.

Seeing that the two of them had passed more than 300 moves, Zhuo Hua watched from the side and memorized a little, and after a while, the two of them stopped.

Wei Jing bowed to Li Shangyang and went back to the courtyard.

Li Shangyang sat back on the stump and asked Zhuohua, "I fought against your Uncle Wei Jing just now, and you have all the swordsmanship moves clearly?" ”

Zhuo Hua was still a little childishly proud, and said: "Although I don't necessarily remember it completely, but there is also an eight or nine that does not leave ten, how about it, old man, according to my memory, isn't it a talent to practice swords." ”

Li Shangyang expected him to say this, so he straightened his face and said seriously: "You have learned a mess, these sword moves I made, I forgot them in a blink of an eye, what is the use of you remembering these Laoshzi sword moves?" ”

Zhuo Hua was scolded by him like this, his head was full of confusion, and he had some grievances, and said: "Then how to practice this sword technique, I can't remember this sword move, is it just because I was beaten?" ”

Li Shangyang laughed, showed a satisfied expression, and said to him: "You kid can be regarded as right once, our nameless swordsmanship is based on this move, taking defense as an attack, and using it to practice swordsmanship to break the enemy." ”

"Nameless swordsmanship? This swordsmanship is called nameless? Seeing Li Shangyang nodding, Zhuo Hua cautiously asked, "Then when you practiced at the beginning of the year, you were beaten like this?" Hearing him ask, Li Shangyang snorted coldly, as if he had been right, turned around and picked up Wei Jing's bamboo stick and threw it into Zhuohua's hand.

Zhuohua had some difficulty catching it, these bamboo sticks more than three feet long were really not a good match for a six-year-old child. I only heard Li Shangyang say: "If you think this bamboo stick is too heavy, go to the forest to break the small ones yourself, and I will use the pure yang swordsmanship that your Uncle Wei Jing made just now, but see how much you remember." ”

Zhuo Hua checked the weight in his hand, and thought about it, he was beaten like this, and it was better to block it if the stick was bigger, so he shook his head at the moment, and still remembered the move just now in his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, Li Shangyang had already stood in front of him, and he didn't speak again, and made a gesture, which was the white crane with bright wings that Wei Jing had used just now.

Zhuo Hua remembered this beginning move clearly, holding the stick in both hands like this, just blocking in front of him, Zhuo Hua couldn't help but be a little happy, and said in his heart that he didn't have to be beaten all the time.

He just thought about it without half a thought, and the bamboo stick in front of him changed his move again, but this time it was not the same as what Wei Jing came out of, Zhuo Hua only remembered the original move, where could he react this time, and his left arm was hit at the time, this time it was not tight, the bamboo stick behind him hit like raindrops, and after two moves, he picked up his head like yesterday.

Seeing him like this, Li Shangyang stopped after two moves, and before he could speak, Zhuo Hua complained unconvinced: "Old man, if you want to hit me, just say it, it is completely different from Uncle Wei Jing, this is not a pure yang swordsmanship at all, how can I stop it." ”

Li Shangyang listened to him and smiled: "How am I not?" Even if the Pure Yang Ancestor is here, I have to say that I am a Pure Yang Sword Technique, I will make a few more moves, you can be optimistic. ”

After that, he set out to draw his sword in this open space, and made so many dozen moves, Zhuo Hua looked at it from the side, it seems that these few moves have nothing to do with Wei Jing, but if you look closely, it is more like a god, so that in the hands of Li Shangyang, it is even more elegant as the wind, uninhibited, Zhuo Hua looked sluggish next to him, but he never refuted it on his lips, and secretly thought in his heart that he would have to suffer a lot in the future.

Thinking about it, although it is the same swordsmanship, compared with Uncle Wei Jing, the old man is more agile, obviously the old man's swordsmanship is more profound.

After another half an hour, Zhuohua lay on the ground again, not as red and swollen as yesterday, but he was also beaten with a stick, and couldn't help complaining hatefully on the ground: "What kind of nameless swordsmanship is this, in my opinion, this is simply a method of being beaten with a stick, is it possible that after this, you will be beaten every day, right?" ”

Saying that, the young master's temper still broke out, and he was not to blame, no matter who was beaten so much, he didn't even have to return his hand, and it was hard to guarantee that he would be unhappy, let alone a five or six-year-old child.

Hearing him say this, Li Shangyang was not annoyed, especially when it came to being beaten with a stick, he was even more smiling, thinking that when he first practiced this swordsmanship, he was beaten every day, but back then, the master went out with his left and right hands, and there was that person next to him who was beaten together, but it was much stronger than the kid now.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart softened a lot, and he turned to Zhuohua and said, "Get up, it's time to have breakfast." When Zhuo Hua heard this, he quickly got up from the ground, and Fang Cai's resentment was no longer there, and he followed Li Shangyang and walked towards the courtyard.

Time flies, the years fly by, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, this small mountain villa in Yunzhou, just like that paradise, completely separated from the outside world, these ten years, except for some necessary purchases, no one goes in and out, and the food and clothing on weekdays are self-sufficient.

During this period, many things happened in the outside world, which are unknown to the people in this paradise.

In the bamboo forest in front of the bamboo house, I saw a young man in white and an old man, each holding a bamboo sword.

Seeing that the old man's body was like an electric switch, which was completely inconsistent with this old body, the tip of the sword pointed forward in the blink of an eye, and instantly pointed to the left and right shoulders of the white-clothed young man.

The young man was not in a hurry, raised his hand with a bamboo sword to block, and instantly 'bang' twice, these two moves have been blocked, the old man did not relent, in the blink of an eye, like a meteor shower, it has shrouded the young man's body everywhere, the old man made this Hengshan swordsmanship, this move is called 'meteor chasing the moon', it is about this fast as lightning, so that people seem to have the feeling of swords at the same time.

I saw that the young man flashed to the right side, and at the same time raised the long sword upside down in his right hand, which just collided with the tip of the sword in the opponent's hand. Seeing that the old man still didn't put away his sword, he shot faster and more violently, and the young man in white didn't dare to take it lightly, and continued to fight with the old man.

After about two pillars of incense, the two of them have fought with each other for four or five hundred moves, seeing that the old man is almost exhausted, the young man in white only defends and does not attack, and he has become more and more familiar with the road.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think in his heart, this was the first time he had lasted so long under the old man, and besides, looking at him, he was already a little physically exhausted, could it be that today was the day to win against the old man? I secretly rejoiced when I thought of this.