Ning Chu began to practice swordsmanship.

Li Muxuan asked the young man to repeat an extremely simple move in the house, that is, to stab the sword a thousand times.

Although he looks thin, he has been helping his mother do some farm work since he was a child, and he has followed the old beggar to run around day by day, and he has long been accustomed to his strength, Ning Chuyi doesn't know how strong those reckless men are, but sometimes he is not inferior when he thinks about it.

But in the past few days, even if Ning Chuyi stabbed from the rooster to the sun, he only stabbed out more than 400 swords on the first day, far less than a thousand times; Although the Huaimu sword was light, it was held in his hand all day, and the young man was still a little unbearable, and his arm was numb.

In the middle of the night, Ning Chu felt that his mind was in chaos, all the spiritual qi in his body had been drained, and his body was no longer under the jurisdiction of his brain, so he fell down very honestly, but his right hand was holding the wooden sword tightly, and the direction of the tip of the sword was Lang Lang Changkong.

So much better.

Li Muxuan was not annoyed by this, he didn't say anything, but instead brought a small wooden stool and sat under the eaves to watch it with relish, and from time to time he was still cheering loudly from the side, where would there be a little bit of the spirit of a cultivator? Looking at this momentum, it is like a gambler in the market who has won a few taels of money, like a treasure.

After a few more days, Ning Chuyi's hand finally stopped shaking when he held the sword, and he was also handy with the sword stabbing style, and the daily stabbing time was a little less than the day before, and he could even stab hundreds of times on the basis of a thousand times.

The night wind blew, and the young man stabbed his sword with a bit of the demeanor of a sword-wielding person.

Li Muxuan nodded, a person who learns swords should be like this, today's swordsman should be a little stronger than yesterday, try his best to complete it, there should be no slackness, this is the cultivation mentality that a swordsman should have.

In the end, Li Muxuan became silent, the young man didn't ask, he pretended to be stunned, and still let Ning Chuyi stab the sword every day, while he went out to hang out leisurely, and when he saw the wine banner swaggering, he would sit down with a scholar and call for a plate of peanuts, buy a few taels of green bamboo wine, and drink happily, as if he had forgotten this young man.

This pair of masters and apprentices, one is drinking outside, and the other is practicing swords.

It's interesting.

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Tomorrow and yesterday, the years pass in a flash, and the summer is July 18.

The sun is blazing, the older generation is leaning on the shade of the tree and fanning weakly, and the summer cicadas are shouting noisily in the trees, but they are unwilling to move a step; Most of the young people take advantage of this time to exercise their physique, and when the autumn season comes, they will reap a good harvest. And the child also took this opportunity to babble and hum something behind the adult, moving his hands and feet, and learning in a good way.

Ning Chuyi didn't realize that without Li Muxuan by his side, he didn't leave anything to do every day, but it was not a matter of lying down and looking up at the sky in his spare time, so he began to wonder why he kept stabbing the sword.

Li Muxuan once told him that everyone's Tao is different.

What is the Tao? Where is it?

Li Muxuan replied at that time: The way of mortals lies in the sunrise and sunset, the way of the scholar is in the book, the way of the childish is on the face, the way of the older generation is in the children, and the way of the walker is under the feet.

A few days ago, the young man kept recalling the kendo he showed when he first met Li Muxuan, and he began to learn it in a good way, not surprisingly, a sword swing only had a stiff sword move, and there was no sword intent.

Ning Chu thought about it for a while, so he held the sword in his hand and stabbed forward gently, and then his body jumped up, still a stabbing sword, but he slashed it hard in the back, no! It's not enough, he follows his body and moves one by one, and he doesn't chop indiscriminately like a woodcutter within the rules, which is particularly understanding!

Finally the boy fell.

The word Feng Chuyi, Ning Chuyi seems to have touched the threshold, but he always feels that something is missing, and after thinking about it carefully, he can't explain why.

Ning Chuyi lay on the ground, holding the back of his head with his hands, and suddenly found that a large dark cloud was floating through the sky.

Well?

He stood up abruptly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked intently, where were the dark clouds?

It is clearly a group of high-level sword cultivators, stepping on their swords under the sky, like locusts crossing the border!

The sword-wielding boy was shocked and couldn't say half a word, where did he not recognize this direction? Isn't this exactly the direction of Li Muxuan's flying sword biography?

Shushan!

After a while, the dark clouds dissipated, and Ning Chu was stunned, and sighed for the first time: "When the monks of the highest city look up at the sky, will they find that there is far more than one high city in the whole world?" Or do you think the sky is full of stars but ants? ”

Retracting these thoughts, there was a smile on his face for the first time in a long time, Li Muxuan didn't come to see him again in the past few days, and the meal was delivered by a girl in a green shirt.

Even Ning Chuyi, who has been with the girl for many years, can't figure it out, how can she only have a soft spot for green shirts, the young man once asked Li Muxuan about this, but he just smiled and didn't say anything, he had to give up.

"Brother?"

At this moment, the girl happened to step in the door with food, and when she saw Ning Chuyi staring at her thoughtfully, she couldn't help asking.

Ning Chuyi was a little stunned and had no words.

The girl in the green shirt was absent-minded, and her eyes kept secretly staring at the hot meal on the ground, and she knew that there were a few soup dumplings in it.

Ning Chu couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this, pretended not to see it, and practiced his sword by himself.

Ning Que sat up and took small bites, peeking at Ning Chuyi from time to time, a pair of willow eyebrows bent into a line, smiling shallowly, and suddenly felt that the young man who danced the sword seemed to be quite good-looking, innocent.

Today, the moonlight is waving, and Ning Chuyi did not pick up the lights.

The boy practiced his sword.

The girl looked at him.