Just when his thoughts were in a trance, the old man suddenly changed his moves, the tip of the sword was raised, the young man's wooden sword was opened, an arc was crossed in the air, and the pause was directed at the young man's chest.

The young man saw that the tip of the sword was pointed directly at his chest, so he no longer resisted the move, turned around with a wooden sword in his hand and found the bottom of a tree to sit down, and said to the old man with annoyance: "It's all because I was stunned at the end, otherwise according to ordinary days, this can be blocked later, compared to these other factions, this point of cangjian is the most proficient." ”

In the past two years, every time he has been defeated, because this old man's swordsmanship is too strange and unpredictable, he has casually used the swordsmanship of the major factions, as if he had made it by hand, and these tens of millions of changes are no longer comparable to the original sect's sword moves, and today they can dismantle each other's more than 500 moves, which is already due to luck.

Then he turned to the old man and complained: "Old man, when did you become so cunning, so you deliberately pretended to be unsupportable, which caused me to be stunned, otherwise I would have been defeated by me." ”

The old man listened to his grumbling, and did not understand his words, but smiled slightly, put down the wooden sword casually, and sat down cross-legged on the old stump.

This old man is Li Shangyang, in ten years, although he is over seventy years old, his appearance does not look old, but his original bloated body is now a lot thinner, but occasionally his face is a little pale.

Seeing that the old man had stopped moving, the white-clothed young man got up from under the tree and walked quickly to the south of the bamboo forest with a bamboo sword. After walking for a while, he saw a small stream in front of him, and the boy didn't think about it, so he stripped off his clothes and jumped down.

This young man doesn't need to say much, since he is Li Zhuohua, he is about the same height as Li Shangyang at the age of sixteen, due to the long-term soaking in water, his skin looks a lot fairer, his eyebrows are resolute, and his facial features are positive.

After soaking in the water for about a stick of incense, he saw the smoke rising from the village from a distance, and Zhuohua knew that it was time to eat, and slowly walked from the stream to the shore.

Looking closely, Zhuohua's fair-skinned face, with its thick eyebrows and deep eyes, made this face more mature. In the past ten years, his figure has been taught by the old man to practice swords every day, and he is slightly stronger.

He took out a cloth from his clothes on the shore, wiped it a few times, tied up his hair, got dressed, and walked to the villa.

In the past ten years, Uncle Wei Jing has not been as strict with Zhuohua as Li Shangyang, but he has practiced swordsmanship and moves as usual, and now in the face of Wei Jing, he has been able to keep a drop of water like the old man at the beginning, and he has practiced swords for more than ten years, and now he can be regarded as a small success.

As for Concubine Jing, the old man didn't say exactly what she was doing in this villa, after all, in this village, except for a few old slaves, there was such a young and beautiful master.

Zhuohua has grown up like this day by day, and sometimes I can't help but guess that this Aunt Jing is the little wife raised by the Yunzhou prefect in this villa, but in the past few years, this so-called Yunzhou prefect has not returned to the villa once.

I have asked many times on weekdays that the old man is nothing more than saying that he is busy with official business and has important things to do, or that some wives and concubines have too many wives and concubines to take care of.

However, this Aunt Jing can be said to love Zhuohua in every way on weekdays, and even the clothes on this body are sewn by her own hands, just like his own mother back then

In the first three years, Zhuohua spent every day in the beating, no matter what kind of swordsmanship Li Shangyang used, he fell to the ground in three moves, day after day, month after month, every time he wanted to give up, Li Shangyang would sneer beside him, saying that if even he, a second-rate master, could not be crossed, it would be delusional to take revenge in the future.

Zhuohua was skeptical of this statement, but he had never been in contact with the outside world, and he had no concept of it, so he had to believe it.

After three years like this, one day Zhuohua suddenly realized that the old man's sword had slowed down a little in his eyes, at least it was no longer as fast as lightning and elusive as before.

At first, I thought it was the old man who felt sorry for himself and deliberately slowed down, but later I realized that it was a long time, and this eye became more and more adaptable.

This made him also see some hope, and he became more and more diligent in practicing his sword every day.

After more than three years, Zhuohua was able to get more than 100 moves in Li Shangyang's hands, and then Li Shangyang used various swordsmanship to fuse into a furnace, which made it more difficult for Zhuohua to resist, and it took another three years to be able to dismantle more than 100 moves.

Before today, the old man went all out, Zhuohua had been able to get more than 300 moves, and today he was able to dismantle each other more than 500 moves, which was also a great improvement.

Zhuohua got out of this memory, and practiced the old man's sword moves in his mind for a while, and was just about to sleep, but he heard the old man's thick voice coming: "Recently, have you been slightly better at the fire poison in your body." ”

Zhuo Hua complained lightly: "Where can I see that it is slightly better, but it is just as usual, I still have to soak in the cold water for these two hours every day, otherwise I will not wait for half a day, I am afraid that I will burn like a fire, and I will lose half my life." ”

As if he hadn't heard his nagging, Li Shangyang said to himself: "That's good, you are now old, and your meridians are maturing, and it is time to suppress and relieve them." ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhuohua jumped up from the ground like a thunderbolt on the ground, and pulled Li Shangyang who was sideways over, and said excitedly: "Is this true? Will you have any more seizures in the future, and you won't have to soak in water every day to suppress them? ”

Li Shangyang turned around, didn't open his eyes, and the old god was still on the ground and continued: "You kid wants to be beautiful, but it's just relieved, you don't have to soak in water every day." ”

Although Zhuohua was a little disappointed, he was still happy: "That's better than the status quo." ”

Li Shangyang said again: "The process is extremely painful, you have to endure it." ”

Zhuohua didn't think about it after hearing this, so he replied: "Of course you can bear it, what is the temporary pain compared to this long-term pain, I am only afraid that one day, if I leave this water stream, I will die tragically on the street in less than half a day, and I will never suffer from this flesh and skin in the future, and the world will be able to get it." ”

When Li Shangyang heard him, he laughed and said, "You can go, where do you want to go?" ”

Zhuohua blurted out: "Of course I'm going to take revenge, I've been practicing my sword diligently over the years, isn't it just to avenge my parents, as for where to go," he said and grinned, and said, "I haven't thought about it yet." ”

In the dark, I only heard Li Shangyang sigh and said: "There is naturally nothing wrong with wanting revenge, but if you want to take revenge in the future, remember to find a good target, don't act rashly, but make a wedding dress for others." ”

Zhuohua listened carefully, listened to the confusion on his head, and before he could digest it slowly, he only heard Li Shangyang say again: "In the future, you will always step into the rivers and lakes, neither I nor your Uncle Wei Jing can accompany you for a long time, I want you to promise that as long as you go out of this mountain, the name Li Zhuohua will never be mentioned to others again." ”

Zhuo Hua faintly felt that this might be related to his life experience, so he still asked, "Why is this so, what does this name mean?" ”

Li Shangyang only said lightly: "You will know in the future." Zhuohua asked again: "Then who should I have in the future?" Li Shangyang turned around at this moment, seeing that he didn't want to answer anymore, and after a while, he spit out a few words faintly: "You can make one yourself." ”

Zhuohua was still a little reluctant in his heart, and muttered: "But I just think that this word Zhuohua is really good." ”

As he spoke, he saw the old man turn around, with a look of anger on his face that he had never seen before, and said to him word by word: "If you still want to save this life, and do not want to repeat the mistakes of ten years ago, keep in mind everything I say to you, and do it honestly." With that, he turned back to himself.

Zhuohua was stunned for a long time, and secretly wrote it down in his heart.

Naturally, there was nothing to say all night, but Zhuohua didn't fall asleep until late, and when he woke up, it was already outside and the old man was no longer in bed, so Zhuohua washed his face, got dressed and went out.

In Yunzhou in the middle of November, the morning air was already slightly cold, Zhuohua shivered, looked at the smoke rising in the courtyard on the slope, and walked up in three steps and two steps.