The wind of Qingping Mountain will always rise at the end of the day, driving the wind and clouds in the sky.

After the peach blossoms bloom to the extreme, they seem to wither overnight, and the grass is abundant and the green mountains are verdant.

The bluestone on the flat ground, the old man with the negative sword sitting on the plate, and the young man who never fell half a little bit every day witnessed the peach blossoms in spring, and witnessed the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, when the frost and leaves were red all over the mountains in autumn, Gu Yusheng found that Mr. Qin's clothes were too thin and could not withstand such a deep autumn cold and dew.

Qin Jiu's brows are covered with the ravines of time, his body is also a little rickety, his eyes are sunken in his sockets, his slender and pale hands, and the calluses are still very thick.

He was also accustomed to teaching the boy who ran like the wind every day, and there were inadvertent marks on the stones under him, which were all places where the boy's head could reach, and grew up little by little.

On the flat ground and on the walls, there were sword marks.

It was the growth mark that the teenager had insisted on leaving every day.

The bluestone, which has been sitting for a long time, has now become smooth.

But the old man with the sword still sat tirelessly, day after day.

On a bleak autumn afternoon.

On the steep road of Qingping Mountain, the boy walked like the wind.

Qin Jiu opened the wine cork and took a sip of wine, with a faint smile on his face.

Gu Yusheng is gradually getting closer.

He slowed down, straightening his shirt and hair in a bun that he didn't dare to offend at all.

In half a year, Gu Yusheng's body has been raised, and the whole person looks more plump and handsome, and his eyes are bright and bright.

The boy walked quickly to the stone, and instead of drawing his sword as usual, he took out a blue shawl and carefully tied it to the old gentleman who carried the sword.

Qin Jiu tightened his shoulders, stroked the material of Dayu with his hand, and sighed: "This cloth is a good material, the ramie in Qingping Prefecture can't weave such a cloth, it should be the cotton and linen of Xianhuzhou after being peeled off a little bit and sewn it carefully, and silk is added, which feels really good." ”

The boy stood up straight, trying to shield his husband from the wind.

But the wind can't be stopped, blowing the old man's silver frost hair, and the bleak wind pours into the body, always cold to the bones.

The young man first pursed his lips, then plucked up his courage and said, "Sir, I won't come tomorrow." ”

Mr. Qin, who had stroked the big man over and over again, heard Gu Yusheng's words, and raised his head little by little, the young man in front of him had indeed grown a lot taller, and he was already taller than he was sitting.

"Because it's cold?"

Gu Yusheng nodded, shook his head again, and said: "Sir, I'm not afraid of the cold, I'm afraid of freezing sir, I don't want to come, look at the top of the mountain, there is new snow." ”

Qin Jiu turned around and stared at the top of Qingping Mountain, for a while, before he suddenly said: "Yes, time is really fast, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, as if it was just yesterday, the rest of your life, you have grown a lot taller in the past half a year, but you haven't learned swordsmanship yet, you still have to come every day, I'm waiting here." ”

Gu Yusheng was silent, looking at the old gentleman with a pair of clean eyes.

"Then I'll bring some thick clothes for my husband tomorrow."

Qin Jiu twisted his beard and said: "I have been adrift all my life, and I have long been accustomed to the ups and downs of this world, whether it is sunny or snowy, it is the same for me, but today I found that it seems to be a little different, it may be that I am old, and my body bones are indeed poor. ”

Gu Yusheng stood straight.

Qin Jiu walked around the stone, and when he walked in front of Gu Yusheng, he raised his hand, took out a sword scabbard from his wide sleeve, and handed it to Gu Yusheng.

"Try it, if it doesn't fit with your wooden sword."

Gu Yusheng took it with both hands and looked at it carefully, this was also a wooden scabbard, which was polished smooth and felt very comfortable to touch, and there were several strange runes engraved on it.

A few days ago, Gu Yusheng saw the old gentleman sitting on a stone and carving carefully with a small sword.

Take out the wooden sword at your waist and fit it with its scabbard.

The wooden sword became a little heavier.

Gu Yusheng likes it very much.

"Thank you, sir."

"If you like it, it's fine." Qin Jiu also showed a kind smile, pointed to the hilt of Gu Yusheng's wooden sword, and said with some regret: "It's just a sword spike with a little bit of embellishment, young man, you should have a style." ”

When Gu Yusheng heard this, he was slightly stunned, his hand subconsciously touched the red rope at the mouth of his heart, put his hand down a little greenly, and secretly glanced at the old gentleman, for fear of being blamed, his eyes were a little trance.

That night of parting.

Now snow is falling again.

Thinking about it, I haven't seen Miss Mo for almost a year.

Qin Jiu noticed the young man's loss of mind and despair, he didn't care, and when the young man came back to his senses, he spoke: "In the past half a year, the sword path you should comprehend has almost been comprehended, and now that winter is approaching, it is time to pass on a useful sword trick to you." ”

Gu Yusheng said happily: "Mr. is going to teach me the sword technique?" What grade! ”

"Very high."

Qin Jiu commented, took out a picture scroll from his sleeve, twisted his fingers, and the picture scroll unfolded in his hand little by little.

Gu Yusheng looked intently, and saw that in the painting scroll, there was a person with a sword on his back, obviously only with his back, but the feeling of ancient mystery that came to his face seemed to instantly pull him into the world in the painting.

Just like back then, he had followed his father countless times, and his back was extremely tall.

It's just that Gu Yusheng only saw the back of the person carrying the sword, and he didn't see the sword trick, so he was puzzled.

Qin Jiu put away the scroll little by little, handed it to Gu Yusheng's hand, and explained: "This is the brush and ink left by the painting saint of the Holy Academy Book Mountain, called the back of the world, it has been ten thousand years, when the demon clan ravaged the world, there were countless such people who carried swords out of the mountain, so this painting has been admired by countless descendants. ”

"Some people say that it contains the supreme mystery of the sword, but my qualifications are dull, I can't understand it thoroughly, sixty years ago, I went to the book mountain to ask the truth, but unfortunately I still didn't find the answer, fortunately it was not in vain."

When Gu Yusheng heard this, he had a deeper impression of the Sacred Academy Book Mountain in his heart.

What kind of place is that, it seems to be even more mysterious than the three holy places.

Gu Yusheng heard the old gentleman speak again: "I found a sword trick in the Book Mountain of the Holy Academy, called Futian Jue, a total of nine swords, I will pass on your sword moves first, and then pass on your mental formula, you are optimistic." ”

Qin Jiu made a move casually, a wooden stick in his hand as a sword, in an instant, his body became straight and straight, and his movements were smooth, with a wooden stick as a sword, one move and one style, all of which were slow and clear, between attack and defense, there were fourteen basic sword moves, and there was a hidden royal sword way, and a hidden sword technique.

At this moment, Mr. Qin, who had an old face, gave the wooden stick the glory of a lifetime, and it turned into a sharp sword, and the moves were stacked and exquisite.

Gu Yusheng stood motionless, his eyes were full of surprise.

His mouth squirmed several times, trying to speak, but he couldn't get the words out.

Because of the nine sword tricks that Qin Jiu taught him.

He learned!

Those were the sword drawings that Miss Mo brought casually.

It's just that Gu Yusheng didn't care too much about the sword moves when he first learned them, and each move didn't have the subtlety in front of him, and naturally he didn't have the true meaning of the sword as Qin Jiu showed it.

He's missing something central.

Sword trick mind.

"The rest of your life, do you see clearly?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

Qin Jiu put down the wooden stick in his hand, sat down again, and said, "I will pass on your mental method of the Futian Sword Technique, you must remember it well, and you must not pass it on to others in the future, after all, it is someone else's thing." ”

"The disciple remembered."