For the next ten years, Ning Que came with food, but most of it still went into her stomach.

Li Muxuan has nothing to do, and he "beats" the teenager every day, and is known as "feeding the fist and forging the body".

Bang!

A fleshy figure fell from the sky, tumbling several times in succession, and finally landed heavily on a piece of bluestone.

Ning Chuyi really couldn't remember how many times he was kicked away, even if he woke up the next day and his injuries were all good, but he didn't want to remember that pain in his life.

However, after the sixth day of "Feeding Boxing", the boy suddenly felt that it was not so painful, and he fell down with one punch from the beginning, and now he can still stand proudly after three punches.

When the pain was no longer so severe, the young man began to pay attention to Li Muxuan's gesture every time he handed his fist, and gradually he could see the flaws in it and choose to dodge, his five senses were more agile, and even his strength was still better than three months ago, and his body could move at will with his mind.

At the end of the day, when the rooster crowed, the two faced each other again, and Ning Chuyi had no thought in his heart, so he could only stab with his sword.

But at this moment, Li Muxuan made a silent gesture and laughed, "It's okay." ”

"Huh?" The wooden sword stopped in mid-air, and the young man looked dazed.

Li Muxuan was also stunned, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the young man's chest, a little helpless: "I mean, your physique is qualified." ”

Ning Chuyi then remembered that he was going to practice swords, and his brain was confused after being beaten in the past few days, and he could only think about how to carry his master's fist.

Li Muxuan looked at the young man who stayed in place and smiled: "You think I have so much time to play with you." ”

Ning Chuyi nodded without hesitation.

A hairy chestnut popped on his head in the air, and the young man said angrily: "That stinky rat in the southern Xinjiang directly gave you Gu, which is an opportunity for a monk who has embarked on the path of cultivation, but for you, a mortal boy, it is to pull out the seedlings and help it." Hmph, if you don't meet me, you kid think about the consequences for yourself. ”

Ning Chuyi smiled awkwardly.

In the middle of summer, the days are extremely long, and the sky is already bright at midnight, and the mountains on both sides of the valley are surrounded by greenery and cicadas.

Li Muxuan yawned and said a digression, "Ning boy, you have to remember that even if the eggs in the whole world are put together, they can't stop a stinky stone in a stinky pit, eggs are born eggs, and they can only be eggs for a lifetime, but stones have always been indestructible." ”

"So boy, do you want to be an egg, or do you want to be a pit stone?"

The boy did not answer at once, but sat down, a question that would not hesitate to answer to him, who was not more than twelve years old, or in other words, to a child of this age, who would not have seriously thought about it or not in the years to come.

Even if a momentary high-minded talk can please the elders in the family, can you really keep your heart and have a clear conscience?

There is no such truth in the world.

Ning Chuyi looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, and slowly replied: "I don't want either, I, Ning Chuyi, just learn the sword so as not to be abandoned, and I don't want to protect the person who should be protected."

Li Muxuan muttered something like this in a low voice, but there was a little more smile on his face.

This answer is not top-notch, but it is just an appetite for him.

That's enough.

"Do you know what the first thing is right now?"

The boy seemed to have made up his mind, "Practice the sword." ”

Li Muxuan's smile gradually disappeared, and he categorically vetoed, "I haven't even practiced any sword skills." ”

Ning Chu was stunned, obviously a little surprised, "Then before me!?" ”

Li Muxuan didn't talk nonsense, stretched out his fingers, and gently wiped it on the scabbard, half of the original natal sword that belonged to him came out of the sheath, and said in a deep voice: "There are not many people who will be the master, but they are not the obscene people who 'taught the apprentice to starve to death the master', and accepted such an apprentice as you, after all, I will lead you into the kendo door, Ning boy, I will only make one sword next, which is my Li Muxuan's true understanding of the word kendo in the past thirty years, you can comprehend as much as you can, don't be spoiled by it!"

Without waiting for the young man to answer, Li Muxuan's hands slowly raised, and in his hands together was a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword was missing, but a fluttering sword shadow was faintly cast in the sky, and the sword shadow only existed for a moment.

The black figure was as light as a young swallow, holding the unsheathed green sword, the wrist rotated slightly, and the green sword walked around like a swimming dragon, but the sword light fused with the youth.

The raised hands drew an elegant arc and waved towards the acacia tree in the distance, and there was a soft "click" in the ears, and the tree shook slightly, but there was no change, but soon after, the lush pine cover fell in a gentle summer wind.

The darker the sky became, the sword returned to nothingness, the ancient twilight closed silently, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

It is rumored that when this sword was baked, "Jiao divided the shadow, and the goose fell and forgot to return", which was delicate and elegant, so the name was Chengying.

After that day, Li Muxuan never came again.

......

......

In addition to eating and drinking every day, Ning Chuyi sat on a slightly flat black stone for more than half a month, and just kept quietly staring at the acacia tree that was split by the Chengying Sword in the distance, silent.

The years passed, the girl came and went, Ning Chu didn't notice it, and even forgot where she was.

This fallen acacia tree, as the boy gazed carefully, the more he felt that there was nothing strange in the world.

Li Muxuan's sword is not random, but his true perception of the word "kendo".

......

On the night of August 30, the autumn wind suddenly rose.

Half rainy, half sunny, the other side of the sky showed a winding rainbow, reaching the valley.

The autumn rain was sprinkled and dripped on the boy's eyebrows.

"Rain...... It's raining......"

Ning Chuyi, who was sitting cross-legged, muttered to himself for a long time, a little absent-minded, simply stretched out a hand, took a few drops of rain, and stared at it so casually.

The next moment, the young man's eyes tightened, and his figure suddenly jumped up.

This is the first time in a month since Li Muxuan left, he has stood up.

His eyes were full of perseverance again, and the sword dance of the cheap master appeared in his mind, and his right hand subconsciously held the side of the wooden sword, and his whole body was agile, without hesitation, the hand holding the sword swayed up and down from side to side, and began to imagine that he was also a swordsman, and he also danced the sword, and soon the boy entered a state of selflessness.

One person, one sword, one board and one eye, learning is in a good way, between one move and one style, in addition to most of the obscure and rigid imitation sword moves, you can see from it that one ten-thousandth of the shadow sword covers the sky and the sun jerky sword intent.

At this moment, all the dust in the valley is rising, and the dark clouds are obscuring the sun, and that's it.

The young man's body was up with his thoughts, his hands and feet were used at the same time, he suddenly exerted his strength, his body was tense, and the next moment he bounced to the ground, as if he was shocked, the young man swung a sword forward again, and said loudly: "The sword is coming!" ”

There was no response.

Suddenly, when those teenagers were wielding wooden swords, the dissipated birdsong, wind howling, and water falling all the sounds suddenly rose in Ning Chuyi's ears like nectar after a long drought.

Ning Chu woke up like a big dream, his expression was dazed, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his back was also shocked with sweat without knowing it, he trembled and wanted to say more, the corners of his mouth seemed to be stitched together with needles and threads, and he was speechless.

The young man lowered his head and stared at the locust wood sword, his eyes couldn't take his eyes off, a hot current surging in his body, he had entered the phoenix primordial realm.

He came back to his senses and sighed heavily, and the wooden sword fell.

Ning Chuyi squatted down and picked up the wooden sword and carried it back, when a sycamore leaf floated in the wind and passed in front of his eyes.

The young man stretched out his hand and caught it in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding the entire rivers and lakes.