Sixteen-year-old Chen Jing gives people a gentle and easy-going feeling, Dong Chuanhai and Meng Wei are not blind, they can see that the young man is involuntarily learning Mu Hongfeng's speech and behavior.

The grace of saving lives is unforgettable, and the grace of preaching is never forgotten, Mu Hongfeng's influence on the young man is too profound and far-reaching, and the young man may not realize that his words and deeds have been affected by his respect for the master.

Dong Chuanhai and Meng Hao waited to see the joke of the tiger dog, but after a few years, they couldn't laugh, and the temperament of the young man and his master became closer and closer.

There is a heart to think, and there is a intention to be like.

Sometimes gentle and elegant, sometimes cynical, it looks like it comes out of a mold, which makes Dong Chuanhai a little worried.

Chen Jingda envied his master from the bottom of his heart, he was cynical, and he was cautious in his words and deeds. When it comes to playing, there is no distinction between the old and the young, and the solemn clothes are solemn and the teachers are dignified. The transition between the two is sleek and wishful, with a sense of exquisiteness and clarity without dust.

Dong Chuanhai looked at the young man's room, and his worries were all in that room.

Sure enough, if no one restrains it, it will deviate from the original intention.

In Chen Jing's impression, Meng Hao belongs to the kind of person who can break into the red dust and stir up the wind and waves, and finally leave alone, and is the kind of tenacious person who goes in and out of the red dust without being stained.

Master said that this is a very high state of mind training, especially suitable for sword cultivation, once they choose to be born into the world, they often have to cut off the distracting thoughts in their hearts, and only the attachments in their hearts.

For their sword cultivation, tempering their state of mind is conducive to fighting and fighting, and they can devote themselves wholeheartedly to it, of course, it does not mean that there are no defects, the master sneered when he said this, "If you can't cultivate at home, you will usually be dull in talking and doing things, and the stones in the pit are the same, smelly and hard." ”

As for sword cultivation, Chen Jing is not qualified to criticize.

But you can still say a few words about other places, such as the reason why Meng Hao taught himself to practice swords, it is inevitable that he will be accidental.

Chen Jing already knew about Meng Hao's agreement with his master, but Meng Hao taught himself to practice swords, maybe it was just because he was the first to do it, nothing more.

A few years ago, when he was a little child, Meng Hao still joked with himself from time to time, and had the intention of teasing children, but now he is left with scolding and disdain at every turn, which naturally has a reason for growth, some passive and some active.

Passive is the teenager himself, active in others.

Dong Chuanhai has been working hard for Chen Jingduan since a year ago, but he has come to the last game every once in a while, which is regarded as checking and filling in the gaps, but it is becoming more and more unpolite, so that the young man is not unable to adapt to obedience, sometimes the old man's hands are itchy, and he directly grabs the young man and throws it into the blue brick house and begins to stretch his muscles and bones, and the young man complains bitterly and helplessly.

The old man who is idle is more like an old farmer in the countryside, except for the threat and bullying when beating people, the old man's temper has always been an old naughty boy and a little naughty boy in private, and the change is not very big, and now it is moving towards the point of "family treasure".

Meng Hao's attitude towards Chen Jing has changed step by step over the years, these two elders have watched the teenager grow up, and some changes have been remembered in their eyes.

The body and soul are like striking iron, and you have to keep up with the sword practice, and even not only the sword practice, but also the boxing must continue, the original beam has been cut by the teenager, beaten, cut and cut again, only the last section is left, no sword only with a fist, Chen Jing can slowly beat it into gravel, according to what the master said, "I have a few hundred catties of strength." ”

The blunt sword was also replaced with a green steel sword, which also made Chen Jing understand that to be a sword cultivator, and at the same time a wild cultivator, he must have the consciousness of planning to be a "blacksmith" early.

Sword cultivation often fights and is fierce, whether it is a sword used when the realm is low, or a natal sword that can only be possessed by a high realm, fighting and slashing are common things.

Perennial tinkering forced Jian Xiu to become a blacksmith, of course, there are exceptions.

"If you are a giant of the Immortal Family, then I have nothing to say." When Meng Hao said this, he was envious and even more disdainful.

Chen Jing didn't know if his disdain involved him, but he knew that he had nothing to do with the giant, and it seemed that there would be no shortage of opportunities to pick up a sledgehammer in the future.

Meng Hao recounted his opinion, "The objects created by the blacksmiths in the mortal world belong to ordinary products, and they are still not in the flow if they are lucky enough to be fine-grained. ”

The ignorant Chen Jing picked up the blunt sword in his hand and asked, "This is also the case?" ”

Meng Hao glanced at the blunt sword and said in disgust, "That's a waste product." ”

The embarrassed Chen Jing had to twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Some craftsmen with the nickname of 'master craftsman', choose good materials, spend a lot of effort to create things, belong to high-quality products, often also named heavy weapons, big weapons, if the master craftsman skilled ancestors blessed to create a treasure, is to sharpen iron such as clay and other magic weapons, master craftsmen will also be promoted to 'master craftsman'. These people are either worshipped by secular dynasties, or serve as registered elders in small sects with weak power, and few of them are idle and wild. ”

"On top of these, it is the blade that true cultivators and immortal figures should use. It should be used, as for whether it can be used, whether it can be afforded, whether it can be found, whether it can be found is another matter. ”

Speaking of these, Meng Hao smiled treacherously, like a fox who stole an old hen.

"Spiritual weapons, magic weapons, and immortal weapons, the latter two also have names called magic weapons and immortal soldiers, each one is more rare than the other.

Spiritual weapons have entered the ranks of rarities, and monks are the first choice for beginners to learn psychic, because of the number of heavenly materials and earth treasure levels, and the control of things can get twice the result with half the effort.

The magic weapon, it can be regarded as the upgrade of the spiritual weapon, there is a trace of the law of the avenue contained in it, if it is used well, the power will collapse, and if it is not used well, it can only be used as a spiritual weapon.

The last immortal soldier, it is estimated that you can only watch others call you in this life, so I won't tell you. ”

"You don't have to throw away that blunt sword, bring it to me, I'll try to give you a green steel sword, and then teach you a mantra for controlling things, and you can try to drive things away after you have a spirit, if you really want to use it, you have to refine qi, and you can keep it until you have the natal sword."

Chen Jing looked at the green steel sword in his hand now, the inconspicuous ebony scabbard, and the rope hilt, without much fancy.

It is said that the hair can be broken, but it is that he puffs up his cheeks to blow hard, and it does not match the legendary divine blade, until he went to Zhao'an City, he understood that the so-called cutting iron is like mud and blowing hair can be broken, and there is a suspicion of selling and boasting in it, but compared to the blades sold in the city, the green steel sword is worthy of the name of the blade.

While walking and thinking about reminiscing, slowly walking through Chengnan Village, near the hills inevitably touched the scene, remembered the embarrassment of catching wild boars for the first time, caught wild boars but did not eat a few pieces of meat, listened to Grandpa Dong's words, only to know that he was stupid, some days have not fought wild boars, the group of wild boars has been so many that it can roar the mountains.

The breeze was blowing, and there was a sound of breaking the air inside.

"Qiang"

Chen Jing drew his sword and slashed at the object.

A leaf was split in two, and the two pieces of the leaf were nailed into the trunk behind it.

Comprehending the heart, he looked at the grass hut at the foot of the hill, and Meng Hao was lying in it, obviously disappointed by the lack of success just now.

I have to say that Meng Hao is very ranger-like, he doesn't live in a house at home, he always chooses a place to rest outside, and often moves a place, Chen Jing can't see anything special, and finally it comes down to Meng Hao's unique habits.

"I haven't been here for a few days, do you want me to invite you? Lao Mu is not here, you are thinking about turning the sky upside down? ”

When the young man approached, Meng Hao opened his mouth and a big hat was buttoned up.

"A few days ago, I wandered around Zhao'an City, bought and sold some small things, and I came here a little less, but I still came."

The young man could not speak humblely, let alone be arrogant, otherwise he would surely suffer later.

"It seems that I had a lot of fun, but I don't know if the sword in my hand is still open, why don't you mention the sword for two hours and let me see it?"

"Uncle Meng, can we stop making such a fuss?"

"What's the fuss? Isn't I thinking about you, let's start from scratch, what's wrong? ”

"Uncle Meng, I'm not welcome if you do this again."

"The young man's swordsmanship is complete, and this is disrespectful?"

Chen Jing is not interested in blindly losing his own mouth, if he continues, Meng Hao can say anything unpleasant, only by trying his skills can Meng Hao know whether he is lazy and slippery in sword practice.

"How dare you?"

Chen Jing said that he didn't dare, but he stepped forward with his sword, and both of them tacitly said that they were talking about this, if they really didn't dare, then they really didn't deserve to practice swords.

Chen Jing made a quick decision, hoping to end the school examination as soon as possible in this way. It's not that I don't want to try to fight for a while, but that's just wishful thinking, I want to fight with the two of them with my little wit, it's a dream, there is no word to win in front of Meng Hao, and I entangle endlessly until the end, only lose miserably, and lose even worse, and the first hand can at least lose decently.

In total, it was only more than ten steps away, and it was only two steps to run, and there was a sudden change, and a dozen fallen leaves were scattered around him, shooting towards the boy like an edict, and at this time the man in the grass shed was still in the same horizontal position.

Chen Jing started to split the first two leaves, flipped his wrist to block the three, and stabbed forward two steps sharply, or stabbed or picked or teased, and it was about to end, and the fallen leaves rose again.

There are more than last time, and when you think about it, you know that there will definitely be a next wave after this fight, and the number must be more, but Chen Jing is unwilling and dare not admit defeat, Meng Hao is not the master who discusses everything, so he can only bite the bullet.

Meng Hao felt upset when he saw Chen Jinglai's actions, what to learn is not good to learn from the old Mu Wenshi style.

Although Lao Mu is your master, he is supported by his own cultivation, how does it look, and what does it look like? Truly becoming stronger inside is the foundation, where is the gentle and elegant knife sharp, rangers and wild cultivators are so snobbish.

Pedantic heaven and man and virtue can certainly make people look at it, but it is far from enough to make people look at it.

Besides, you kid only saw the kind side of Lao Mu, and never saw the other side of domineering, and it was precisely because of his ability to be as thick as a mountain that he was able to easily relax between his gestures.

Can you learn this? I haven't lived for 20 years, I don't have enough knowledge, but I have a lot of imagination. Today, Lao Tzu will practice and drill you, and dare to hide!

Chen Jing is now dealing with the third wave of fallen leaves, this time at least thirty, left and right to move and hold the sword flower, to defend instead of attacking, the leaves hit the sword body "ding" sound, the slightest gap on the offensive instead of defending, stabbing, splitting, teasing, vertical splitting, horizontal chopping, over the years these basic sword moves have been imprinted into the bones, steady and fast display of the incisive, out of the sword and the sword round and smooth use freely, there is a strong and ingenious force.

Twisting the sword body one after another to cut down a few flying leaves, holding the scabbard with his left hand to block the tricky fine pine needles, thanks to the medicinal bath over the years, the ears and eyes are different from ordinary people, otherwise they will be reduced to the end of the meat board every time, and turn over to avoid the last few pieces that followed, and without waiting for the leaves to leave, they are as quick as lightning to slash them down.

After looking around, his expression relaxed after making sure that there were no flying leaves, and finally it was over, and he looked down at his body, and his clothes were torn in several places, revealing the blood stains on his inner skin.

Meng Hao made the flying leaves like flying swords, maybe others would scoff at them, Chen Jing must take it seriously here.

Chen Jing was sure that Meng Hao was merciful enough for his subordinates, otherwise he would only be miserable, not broken.

Fighting this fight, dredging the muscles and bones is not counted, at most it is a warm-up, Chen Jing is now just a general realm, and he can't learn to control things, and the sword moves he learns are all derived from the basics, which are nothing more than fast, stable and accurate, because it is an examination school, all the dead things are used, so he can't say the word "ruthless", if he can successfully control things in the future, he can add another "strange" word.

Meng Hao said that in the rivers and lakes, this level can already be famous on one side, but how big is this side, Chen Jing guessed, it is only within a country, it is likely to be a small country, and he clearly remembered that he pouted when he said that.

Many people will not be able to refine qi for a lifetime, some are unable to learn the method, some are not enough roots, in short, all kinds of karma will meet.

Those who have no hope of refining qi and wander around the rivers and lakes are called rangers, of course, if they are lucky enough to refine qi and become monks, those rangers will usually be regarded as wild cultivators.

Meng Hao is an exception, he himself likes to call himself a ranger more than a wild cultivator.

Fiddle with the broken clothes a few times, and after going back, sew and mend them and wear them, in this family, the elders don't know how to needlework, they are all big men, and this kind of work is a bit difficult for them.

I went to the village Wang Po garment shop to sew and mend a few times, and I saw that the broken mouth was like a sharp knife cut and I would ask, the first few times it was okay, and I passed after a prevarication, and I couldn't help but be suspicious of others when I was too many times, and finally I simply didn't go, and I taught myself to sew lame feet, and I couldn't help it when it was ugly.

Hit and beat, Chen Jing raised his head and planned to talk enthusiastically, as always.

What I saw was that the man's face was full of anger, his mind turned sharply, thinking back to what had gone wrong just now, and his heart suddenly slammed, "Negligent!" ”

You can defend and block, but you can't hide or retreat.

According to Meng Hao's concept, as a sword cultivator, even if the sky collapses and the landslide and tsunami in front of him, he must move forward, otherwise, where does a sword come from to break ten thousand laws.

Chen Jing has always disagreed with this, you can expect others to have mana to the heavens and Taoism, now you are at most a martial artist, do as you say, I am afraid that if you can't wait for the fame to shock the rivers and lakes, you will be like a reckless man, nine times out of ten you will die as soon as you enter the rivers and lakes.

Meng Hao, who was grumpy, sat cross-legged and slapped the wooden plank under him, and the fallen leaves on the ground between the two of them automatically began to converge without wind, and a small tornado of several people thick was formed between the snap of his fingers, rustling between the movements, and the number of leaves was so large that it was impossible to see through the other side.

If it is said that the previous flying leaves were like scouts sneaking attacks and besieged and killed, at this time they are already going to be surrounded and suppressed by a large army, and they want to use the assembly of the army to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.

The tornado rushed towards Chen Jing before it formed, and the young man left the place in a hurry, and waved the green steel sword in his hand to cut it off, and a gap appeared in the waist of the tornado, and other leaves immediately filled it.

The tornado rushed back and forth like an enraged wild boar, and after the boy tried to chop it a few times, only a few broken leaves were left on the ground, and there was no decline, and no one could help anyone as if they were deadlocked.

Meng Hao was originally watching the play on the side, but after going back and forth a few times, he was a little tired, so he simply added fuel to the fire, spread out his palm, and slightly bent his fingers, and pushed forward violently after turning his hand.

With the movement of Meng Hao's hand, the tornado a few steps away immediately changed, and the upwind outlet bent down, like a person bowing his head and bending over, and the tuyere was facing Chen Jing, which was more like a giant python that opened its mouth to swallow the boy's belly, and the sound of the leaves also had the taste of a python spitting letters, and the mouth grew bigger and bigger, making the boy feel unavoidable.

Chen Jing understood that this was Meng Hao forcing himself forward, and since there was no way to avoid it, he would stride forward through all obstacles.

Bend your knees to help you run, follow the force of your back, spin your body and jump into the mouth of the giant python, the right hand crosses the head, and the left hand makes the scabbard as a sword behind the waist, cutting the inside of the python in the way of the left and right spinning knives, and the cut leaves fall off one after another, but there are more leaves that plan to grind him, one straight and one reverse sharpening each other's swords.

Obviously, there was only a few breaths to jump, and the miserable young man was extremely difficult, feeling that his arms, legs and feet were cut out of many blood lines, and it seemed that Meng Hao did not intend to let himself go hastily.

I was in a hurry and came up with a stupid trick, it doesn't matter if I can do it or not, I have to fight after all.

After landing in the air, he rolled over, and the sword scabbard in his left hand was rounded and projected at Meng Hao, hitting him was unlikely, at least let the leaves behind him stop for a while, so that he could rest assured for a while.

Good things don't go as planned.

Meng Hao looked at the scabbard thrown at him unimpressedly, and bent his fingers to pop out a pine nut and crash into the scabbard.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the scabbard seemed to hit the boulder and was bounced back, spun a few times and fell to the ground.

Seeing all this, Chen Jinger immediately lay on the ground without saying a word, protecting his head with his hands and putting his feet together, thinking that he would be like what he loved.

Seeing that the young dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, Meng Hao chuckled twice, his fingers circled and then slammed to the ground, and the flying leaves stabbed to the ground like a torrential wind.

A miserable cry rang out in the forest.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Uncle Meng, you get started lightly."

"The skin is very thick, you should have used your face to catch the flying leaves earlier."

"Uncle Meng, why don't you just take off the leaves one at a time, you have to pick them one by one."

"Lao Tzu is willing."

“……”

Chen Jing grabbed a little wild boar and roasted it as if he was angry, but the taste was not as good as it was at the beginning.

When I went back to the house at night, I looked to the other side by the candlelight, sighed for a long time, and went to sleep with the candle fire.

Today, he is still alone.