The days don't seem to have changed much, Haoma is still selling rouge in front of Lin Huaju, Tang Ji is still reading the sage book in the house, Su Yu is playing with squeaks in the courtyard as always, Autumn Leaves returned to Liu Yan Pavilion after being rejected by Su Wen, and Su Wen went back to sleep in the bedroom after finishing breakfast.

The only difference is that Yanbei decided to stay in Lin Huaju for another day.

After not sleeping all night, Yan Bei still seemed sleepy, but Su Wen naturally needed to rest, whether it was the mental load during the day or the physical fatigue at night, he was not allowed to continue to hold on.

Therefore, even if Yan Bei's time in Lin Huaju has become more and more precious, Su Wen must first cultivate his spirit before he can really practice the sword that Yan Bei taught.

Yanbei did not go to the bedroom to rest, but sat on the ground against the pomegranate tree, closing his eyes and recuperating.

It was not until the afternoon that Su Wen got up from bed with some sluggishness, Su Wen has always been a person with an extremely regular schedule and rarely stays up late, this is the first time he has stayed up all night.

Walking out of the door, Su Wen did not immediately let Yan Bei teach him the sword, but first went to take a cold shower to completely sober himself up.

After taking a bath, Su Wen felt much better, so he held the cold moon in his hand and walked under the pomegranate tree.

Before he could speak, Yan Bei had already stood up.

"How much do you remember about that sword?"

Su Wen didn't expect that Yan Bei would be awake, and when he heard this question, he couldn't help but reply with a smile: "I remember everything." ”

Yan Bei was noncommittal about this, and said, "Try it." ”

"Yes!" Su Wen responded, and then his feet were staggered, his waist was slightly heavy, and his palm was lightly held on the hilt of Leng Yue's sword, and he exhaled slowly.

Standard starting hand!

Yan Bei nodded secretly, judging from this point alone, Su Wen had done almost perfectly.

"Zheng!"

A soft roar came from the cold moon, Su Wen raised his hand and drew his sword, his wrist flicked, and the sword body turned around, slowly stabbing out at an extremely strange angle, and in an instant, a faint sword light flashed on the body of the cold moon sword, like blood sealing his throat!

A sword was sacrificed, Su Wen withdrew his hand, looked at Yan Bei on the side, and looked a little puzzled: "How did I find that the feeling of the sword was not the same as last night?"

Yanbei, on the other hand, fell into a long silence.

After a long time, Yan Bei's voice rarely hid a trace of emotion: "It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time." ”

Su Wen looked at Yan Bei inexplicably, and wondered, "What do you mean?"

Yan Bei shook his head, did not continue the topic, and said: "It is correct that you feel different, because now you have initially turned the memory in your brain into muscle memory, to be honest, you are the fastest person I have seen so far." ”

Before Su Wen could be complacent, Yan Beifu said again: "However, your problem is still not small, I don't know if you have noticed that when the sword blade in your hand is really pierced, there will be a feeling of weakness?"

Su Wen was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and then nodded.

"This is because you take too long to build up your momentum, and it takes too much effort to draw your sword, which is why you have such an effect of putting the cart before the horse. ”

When Su Wen heard this, he suddenly said, "I seem to understand what you mean." ”

"Again! This time, remember that drawing and swinging the sword is always a process, and the last stab is the result, in many cases, even if the process is perfect, it may not achieve the best result, on the contrary, if you focus on the result, even if the process is simpler, it is enough to kill!"

Although Yan Bei's words were simple, they were the most valuable experience and insights he had since he studied kendo, and they were so easily handed over to Su Wen.

A glimmer of light flashed in Su Wen's eyes, he nodded, stopped talking, lowered his head and put Leng Yue back on his waist, and took out another sword.

"It's not enough, come again!"

"Come again!"

"It's still a little close, you take a closer look!"

......

Su Wen stood under the pomegranate tree like this, stabbing forward sword after sword, each sword looked similar, but there were slight differences.

This small difference may seem the same to others, but between life and death, it is like a sting!

No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles, no accumulation of small streams, no rivers and seas.

It is this little bit of difference that comes together to make Su Wen's sword undergo a qualitative transformation at an alarming speed!

On this day, perhaps it was the first time in Su Wen's past half a month that he had not studied poetry, thought about current theories, and studied literature and Taoism.

But what he got was more than the previous half a month combined!

During this period, Tang Ji came to observe for a while, and then yawned and left, Haoma also came to the backyard after selling today's share of rouge, and stood at the entrance of the courtyard and looked at Su Wenjian, but he didn't say anything, and left Lin Huaju with a smile after half an hour.

This practice was not until the moon stars were scarce, and it was not until Su Wen's wrist had begun to ache faintly that Yan Bei finally ended today's class and let Su Wen go back to his room to sleep.

This day's training is undoubtedly boring, and even more tired, Rao is Su Wen slept early in the morning today, and his work and rest time were slightly disordered, and he couldn't help but fall asleep quickly when he was lying on the bed at this time.

Yan Bei still sat under the pomegranate tree, crossed his arms, bowed his head, and hid all his faces under the thick hat, so that no one could see the regret in his eyes.

As he said, Su Wensheng was born at the wrong time.

If Su Wen could be born a hundred years early, with his understanding of sword moves, he would become a generation of great sword masters, and even canonize him with this.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......" With such a low groan, Yan Bei slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing became longer.

Early the next morning, Su Wen got up to practice his sword.

If there is no accident, Yanbei will leave the state capital tonight, and the remaining time will become more and more precious.

Since he has chosen to practice swords, Su Wen is unwilling to let Yanbei leave with disappointment, and he doesn't want to one day when he is facing a life-and-death crisis, the sword moves he uses will be like child's play.

So Su Wen seemed to cherish this last time very much.

So when Yanbei suddenly said goodbye to Su Wen, Su Wen was a little caught off guard.

"I'm leaving. ”

Su Wen looked up at the sky, it was just the beginning of the day, didn't Yan Bei say that he would leave tonight?

Yan Bei didn't explain, and he couldn't sue Su Wen that he had lied about what he said yesterday, even if he didn't lie to Su Wen, but someone else.

Facing Su Wen's puzzled gaze, Yan Bei just said lightly: "Remember! This sword is not for you to use to fight against others, but to save your life at a critical moment. ”

After speaking, Yan Bei didn't have half a minute of mud and water, turned around and left, while Su Wen was stunned in place, and when he reacted, Yan Bei had already walked out of Lin Huaju.

Chasing after him, where is the shadow of Yanbei?

He was like a hurried passer-by, or a traveler who stopped to admire the flowers, quietly arrived, and then left suddenly, leaving only a cold moon and a sword move.

Haoma asked Su Wen with a smile: "Why did Brother Yan leave suddenly?"

Su Wen shook his head, and also felt a little sudden: "I don't know, originally I said that I made a special trip to make a medicinal meal in the evening, which was practiced for Brother Yan, but I didn't expect it to ......"

Haoma took over the conversation at the moment, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Brother Yan is gone, isn't there still us?"

Su Wen was amused by Haoma, and the sorrow in his heart was also diluted a lot, and he suddenly said angrily: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you, I went to watch the chess game, and I want to eat and find Xiaoyu!"

Haoma looked at Su Wen's back and said strangely: "This is not practicing swords?"

Su Wen waved his hand: "Let's talk about it when I have time!"

Haoma was stunned, he didn't expect that Su Wenming had become very interested in kendo in the past two days, and he even said that he wouldn't practice if he didn't practice after Yanbei left.

Sure enough, after Su Wen returned to the courtyard, he immediately put away the cold moon on his waist, picked up the book "The Secret of Orange" in his hand, and read it with relish.

For Su Wen, the most important thing at the moment is the state exam, and it has taken a lot of time to practice swords in the past two days, and it's time to sprint to the chess position!

It's a pity that things often don't go as people want, so when Su Wen was immersed in the chess game for less than a cup of tea, a somewhat unexpected woman walked into Lin Huaju, but she didn't come to buy rouge.

"Su Gongzi!"

When Su Wen heard this, he raised his head in some surprise, and then he was stunned.

This person has met Su Wen, the two are strangers, but they don't have much intersection, and Autumn Leaves are the same Qinglou Oiran, but they are Autumn Leaves' competitors in the Oiran Contest a few days ago!

It's just that Su Wen can't figure it out, how could this person come to him?

"Ni Shang?" Su Wen called out the other party's name, but there was a faint sense of inquiry.

Yes, the person who came was one of the contestants of the Oiran Contest that day, known as the most beautiful Oiran in the state capital, and was born in Qunfangyuan!

Nishang smiled and bowed slightly, and then slowly spoke: "I didn't expect Su Gongzi to remember my name, which really flattered Ni Shang, this time, Nishang knew that it was a little abrupt, and I hope Su Gongzi will not be surprised." ”

Su Wen felt a little helpless in his heart, he had finally sent away an Oiran two days ago, and now he had ushered in another Oiran, when did he become such a fragrant glutton?

Thinking of this, Su Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Miss Nishang doesn't have to be formal, let's talk about it, what's the matter with coming to me today?"

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