"Oh." Pei Li is not very interested in these, if there is a "sword should be fine".

"However, the candidates for the martial arts competition are only spectators, and they can only participate if they go up as the academy." Zhang Dingyun said, "This Yinfeng Pavilion poetry meeting has such a meaning, whoever writes well will recommend him to go up." ”

"Well, then you're good at composing poetry, and you don't enjoy the scenery all day long."

"No, I won't."

“.”

"When someone gets these places, I'll go to him and buy them." Zhang Dingyun smiled, "How about Brother Pei, do you want to go and see the excitement together, you have such sword skills, you will definitely be liked." ”

"Nope." Pei Ye waved his hand, [Spread Wings] was still hanging in his heart, and he wanted to get this sword out in the afternoon.

For Pei Li, he studied a strong enough swordsmanship, overcame difficulties little by little, and finally completely mastered it. Although this experience cannot be said to be the most obsessive enjoyment for him, it is not too much different.

And after making this sword, he still has to learn the next sword [Qingming] non-stop, and he can see what dazzling glow can burst out of the swordsmanship of these two styles.

"Ugh." Zhang Dingyun sighed, "Why are you so tired." To tell you the truth, Brother Pei, every time I see you wasting this beautiful autumn light, I feel heartbroken. ”

"Actually, I used to like to skip class." Pei Li chewed the rice in his mouth and recalled, "Every day in the martial arts hall for four hours, I finished practicing in one hour, and then I climbed over the wall and ran crazy all over the mountains." ”

"That's right!" Zhang Dingyun's eyes lit up, and he stroked his palm and said, "That is now. How did you get this bad disease? ”

Pei Ye was silent for a while: "My father is still alive?" ”

“？”

"No, I mean," Pei realized the slip of the tongue, "one day, you'll need to hold yourself up." ”

"No, it won't." Zhang Dingyun shook his head decisively, "My father is strong and strong, he must live a long life, and I still have a big brother." Then I will be greedy and indulgent, and I will live fifty or sixty to die. ”

"Okay." Pei Ye gave him a thumbs up.

The two were chatting here, and Fang Jidao had already walked to the martial arts field, dizzying.

Zhang Junxue finished eating in a few bites, rested for less than a quarter of an hour, and then raised the knife again and began to exercise, Fang Jidao stood aside in a daze and watched, the knife wind continued to blow his hair.

Finally waited for Zhang Junxue to stop for a while, he immediately stepped forward, straightened his hand, and said for a while.

Zhang Junxue listened silently, then shook her head.

Fang Jidao's disappointment was visible to the naked eye, and he persuaded a few more words.

Zhang Junxue said in a muffled voice, "Signing my name, it's not good for you", and then went to swing the knife again.

Fang Jidao sighed, still bowing his hand and saying goodbye dignifiedly.

In the half hour of resting in the afternoon, Fang Jidao visited one by one.

As Zhang Dingyun said, these junjie in the Longmen class are indeed different from the Yeluzi cultivators in the guest house, their families are all big families in Bowangzhou, and some even live in the state city, they are willing to make friends, and they can rest assured that they will make friends, and they will not easily dismiss people's face.

In the end, Fang Jidao walked over with a piece of paper with many names written on it, his cheeks were ruddy, his expression was bright, and his eyes were shining.

"Seventeen!" He waved his hand to the two, and then grabbed Zhang Dingyun's arm, "Fellow student Zhang, thank you for it!" ”

Zhang Dingyun smiled and waved his hand, and Fang Jidao bowed to Pei Ye quite embarrassedly: "Pei Shaoxia, I chose these names for others, and I will definitely support you." ”

"Thank you."

Pei Ye and Zhang Dingyun sent Fang Jidao out, and when they came back and passed the courtyard on the west side, Pei Ye couldn't help but tilt his head, because this time it was not the sound of a sword coming from inside, but a crisp "ding".

The partition wall naturally couldn't see anything, so he retracted his gaze and returned to the martial arts field, and for a whole afternoon, Pei Ye was wrestling with this style of [spreading wings].

Although I realized that this trick would be a step from simple to difficult when I read the book, and I verified this when I got started, it was only when I tried to make it perfect that I really experienced its torturous aspects.

Normal sword moves will have a clear "point", this "point" is very clear to people in a clumsy realm, which action should go where, Pei Li can find these most suitable places to exert power almost by relying on his body's instinct alone.

Therefore, the first three forms are almost easy for him.

This style is different, it is all collection and storage, there is no standard action, Pei Ye can only grasp the subtle feeling in a very calm state, and the slightest negligence has already deviated.

After dozens or hundreds of exercises, Pei Ye couldn't even feel his progress.

No wonder it is written on this page of the book that "if you want to see the truth, you must first cultivate your mind", and if you want to learn this formula, I am afraid it will take at least five days to start.

After practicing hundreds of times and still not being able to get out, Pei Li frowned and thought for a while, and he didn't plan to use water grinding to complete this pose.

He planned to skip this formula first and learn [Qingming].

Because [Spreading Wings] is the preposition of [Qingming], and [Qingming] is the guide of [Spreading Wings]. The normal process of learning the sword is to learn [spread wings] in five days, then spend another two or three days to learn [Qingming], and finally spend an unknown amount of time to join the two styles.

But after such a set, it won't be long before the martial arts, and there are still cicadas and sparrows in the back that I haven't learned.

Therefore, after Pei Ye pondered, he decided to use a "tricky" method, he planned to learn both formulas first-that is, to learn the relatively simple "first eight percent", leaving only the most difficult to grasp the "last two percent".

Then practice these two possessions directly. In other words, "use", in this perception and experience, in the traction and correction of the two types of swords, in one fell swoop, through this group of swords.

At first glance, it may sound like a clever shortcut, but when you think about it, you know it's wrong.

If you don't lay a solid enough foundation, you want to do it in a hurry; You obviously haven't learned any of them, so you want to use them directly?

It's an overly arrogant way of learning – ignoring the steps written down by the swordwriter himself, learning before, learning after, and saying, "I have a flash of inspiration."

It's called "aura", how can you flash if you want to, are you Pei Li a star essence?

But in short, the boy himself didn't think there was anything wrong, he moved his wrist, and he really did it.

[Qing Ming] is a rare vibrating sword.

As the name suggests, this sword has the sound of Qingyue. Because it is the tremor of the sword body that repels interference and ensures the straightness of the sword path.

Just like the cicada's first chirp after dormant in the ground for one or two decades and its metamorphosis, this sword is direct and self-contained, and brooks no interruption or interference.

It is precisely such a domineering sword that requires the accumulation of a whole move in front.

As far as practice is concerned, this style is slightly simpler than [Spreading Wings], but it is also difficult to grasp, and Pei Ye spent nearly an hour on a sword.

Then he took the two-style half-hanging swordsmanship and went to Zhang Junxue to practice.

"You retract a little." Pei Ye said to the woman, "Then don't bother me too much about this trick of gaining momentum, because I haven't fully learned it yet." ”

This time it's really a sparring partner.

But Zhang Junxue did not complain, and carefully followed Pei Li's explanation to give him a suitable enough battle environment.

Once, twice, three times. This time, Pei Li's sword was even a little funny to her, as if it was held in the hands of a person with a limb disorder. His body was always tense when he dodged, and once he retracted his sword backwards, and his upper body also fell, but the lower half of his body remained in place, as if he wanted to stand back again.

But you've already put this area away, how can you still want to use it to make a difference?

Zhang Junxue looked at this foot and thought in a daze, and then slapped the young man on the heel with a knife.

The offense is always hasty or sluggish - Zhang Junxue can see that this is actually restrained by the previous move.

This style of attacking sword is still worth seeing on its own, always with a strange tremor, and every time it fights with the blade, it makes my wrist numb. But the boy must connect it to the previous move, and it will be a mess.

After nearly thirty failures, Zhang Junxue was still silent and put on a posture, but the eyes under the broken hair looked at the young man and asked some questions.

Why don't you practice again?

"No, come again." Pei Ye regained his grip on the sword.

The sword was tilted again and again, but his expression became more solemn, and he gradually felt the two swords bounce clearly in his hand—they collided with each other until he found the cut that matched each other.

Maybe next time.

Zhang Junxue came with a knife.

Pei's true qi flowed in the liquid, and his muscle strength was mobilized and stored, and outside his body, he moved his steps and avoided this knife.

Zhang Junxue's knife flipped over, and then slashed away.

Pei Ye was supposed to retreat and avoid, this was his excellent instinct to fight - the previous few times it was after such continuous retreats that he either collapsed directly with a touch, or the momentum of accumulation was dissipated, or neither happened, but he lost the focus of "release".

He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't figure out where to stop.

But this time, the next sword hidden in his body held him.

Right here, you can't go back.

Try to avoid it, even if you suffer some losses, you can't completely give up this area.

But Pei Ye suddenly flashed, and instead of avoiding it, he made a move that he had never made before-he raised his sword and slashed at it.

And after this collision, the "momentum" was not leaked.

But in Zhang Junxue's eyes, this seems to represent another failure of the young man in front of her, because in these dozens of sparring sessions, she probably saw that the sword could only be blindly dodged.

But suddenly, a clear cicada chirped sounded.

Zhang Junxue was suddenly startled, her cold hair stood on end, and she forgot the agreement to retract her strength under the pressure, and with a knife, she brought up a roar and slashed at the oncoming sword.

The sound of gold and iron vibrated like a vibrating, the cicada suddenly sharpened, and the huge guillotine arced in the air like a crescent, and the sword that collided with it did not move, fast and steady, and was pointed straight at her throat.

Before she could react further, the tip of the sword politely stopped.

Pei Ye slowly retracted his sword, rubbed his wrist and grinned a little, but his expression was very happy.

This is the [Qingming] after spreading its wings. The four beings, who were born with divine power, were shocked by this sword.

Pei Ye hung his sword and hugged his fists, thanked the woman who was sparring seriously, and took a sword flower and left.

In fact, not only the stars can flash, but the fireflies also always shine and flash.

Pei Ye came to the tree where he had placed the sword box, he had not rested for more than two hours, and at this time he leaned on the trunk of the tree and gently closed his eyes, thinking about the next practice of these two types of swords.

is still due to the particularity of the sword [Spreading Wings], there is still a big threshold between "learning" and "use".

Pei Li can now use the two sword moves accurately and burst out with their due strength, but how to "gather momentum" in real combat is another problem.

For example, if Zhang Junxue really attacked with all her strength just now, it would be impossible for him to complete the spread of his wings in front of her.

Of course, you can use it yourself in the face of weaker people, but in the face of weaker people, you don't need to use this set of swords yourself.

If the final burst of power is enough to defeat Zhang Junxue, you must be able to complete the spread of your wings in front of Zhang Junxue; If it can defeat the Leader, then you have to be able to survive the Leader's attack.

This is the "qualification standard" that really plays this trick.

To achieve this level, it is necessary to work harder.

After thinking about this, Pei Ye opened his eyes again, looked at the cool sky and frowned slightly.

There are two more points to consider about these two swords.

One is his aura, which is never accepted when he sees it, and once it is triggered, he always has to break through something.

It's the same today, in the face of [Spreading Wings], he not only learned "naturally", but also felt that he had actually touched a higher realm—from that sudden parry.

This realm needs to be pondered slowly later.

The second is the power of this sword, to be honest, a little too big to predict.

This is where he is genuinely confused.

Even though it is known that [Qing Ming] is a sword of explosion, how can it be so strong?

Of course, the "cicada department" itself is also a set of swordsmanship that can be used, but in the final analysis, it is just a "bait", and before it can be fully integrated, the real core of this set of swordsmanship should be the "finch department".

Of course, an ingenious logic is: the key to the cicada sword is not how strong the sword is, but how strong the sword is. Only if the cicada is strong enough that others will not realize that it is a bait.

But an even more irrefutable logic is that no matter how strong the cicada is, the finch must be stronger.

Now Pei Ye has not practiced the last two styles of the Sparrow, but he knows that the [Flying Bronze Shadow] is not as good as this sword, and the latter two styles are difficult to say.

Pei Li knew that there would be no answer to this question for the time being, and it was suitable for thinking after learning the entire swordsmanship.

This day passed again, Pei Ye got up late this time because of thinking, and by the time he carried the sword box, the people in the martial arts field had already walked seventy-seven eighty-eight.

The rain did not stop all day, and it was even heavier at this time, Pei Ye walked out of the door in the middle of the stream, and as soon as he stepped out of the door of the martial arts field, a "dangchang" came into his ears.

But this time it didn't come from the west courtyard, but from behind.

Pei Ye turned his head to look, and in the farthest corner of the martial arts field, Zhang Junxue was bent over, his hands on the stone lock. In the dim and rainy night, the posture was like that of a prostrate tiger, and the silhouette of the tiger's shadow rose and fell one by one—it was her colossal breathing.

Thank you to the boss of Fei Shi for the Silver Alliance! Thank you to the owner of the alliance of the boss of Ouuuul! Thanks to the boss of mmmmmirai for the tip! Thanks to the inexplicable Ark boss for the tip!

Thank you all for your support!

(End of chapter)