"Hit people in the head at every turn, alas......"

The weather in September is still hot, especially in the afternoon, people are not energetic, Li Chun lay on the desk, boredly fiddling with the gold beads given to him by the old man, remembering the strange words and deeds of the old man today, and shaking his head unconsciously.

But now he is worried about the sword in seven days, and he really can't worry about the old man.

On the podium, an old scholar with gray temples and old age was explaining the scriptures in a flat tone, a subject that was the least favorite of all the students, and most of them used it to doze off or do their own thing.

Syllable!

Throwing a paper ball from behind and hitting Li Chun's shoulder, Li Chun sighed, didn't look back, reached out and touched the paper ball, and gently unfolded it.

"Big brother, come on! Kexin will always support you!"

There's a little smiling face drawn underneath.

You don't have to look at it to know that this must have been thrown by the little junior sister, since half a month ago, after Lu Manniang determined that Li Chun was the representative of the Qingling Pavilion and participated in the Sword Discussion Conference, every day the little junior sister would throw such a paper ball to express her support for the senior brother.

The girl is emotional, and her heart is cocoa, which is understandable.

It's just that......

"Little junior sister, you're too young!"

Li Chun's mind came to mind the appearance of the little junior sister combing her two corners and dragging her snot, sighed and shook her head, God is pitiful, the little junior sister is Ming Kexin, she is only nine years old this year!

He crumpled the paper ball and stuffed it into a drawer haphazardly, but he heard someone next to him call him softly, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Xiaohu squeezing his eyebrows and gesturing to him.

"Yo?"

It's only one noon, and Xiaohu has a way to do it?

In between classes, the two sneakily touched the back of the thatched house together.

"Senior brother, live up to your trust!"

Xiao Hu raised his head proudly, looking like the most reliable in the world.

"The introductory swordsmanship of our Qingling Pavilion is the willow catkins sword technique, the sword move you want to create must at least have something in common with this sword intent, so as not to arouse suspicion, at noon I asked all my friends, and finally found a cha haode, he can ensure that his swordsmanship is based on the catkins, soft and rigid, and the seven products are stable!"

"Good boy!"

Li Chun was overjoyed and patted Xiaohu's head and praised it.

It is difficult to cheat in the right place, what kind of martial arts do you usually learn, others can see at a glance, with the foundation of Li Chunqing's Ling Pavilion Willow Flamming Sword Technique, if he suddenly created a fierce and fierce demon subduing sword technique for some reason, no one would believe it.

So asking Xiao Hu for help, it can be regarded as a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but I didn't expect him to really find a suitable seven-grade sword move!

God won't kill me!

"If I really am a man destined to become a sword master, it is absolutely impossible to lose casually!"

If the first battle of his debut is a fiasco, although there are also inspirational plots to try to make a comeback, but it is not as refreshing as winning and undefeated.

"But ......"

Xiao Hu showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Senior brother, the price that people want is not cheap......

"It's fine!"

Li Chun patted his chest, "How much does it cost, I'll give it!"

The sword moves of the seventh grade must not be cheap, and people are willing to transfer it, which can be regarded as their own luck.

"He asked for a hundred taels ......"

Xiao Hu's voice became lower and lower, a little timid.

"What?"

Li Chun, who didn't care about the money just now, was furious, gritting his teeth, "He might as well go and grab it! One hundred taels of silver, a complete set of seven-grade swordsmanship has been bought, and this trick is worth so much money?"

Low-grade swordsmanship is sold on the market, and the popular seven-grade swordsmanship is only about a hundred taels of silver.

This person offered a hundred taels, which is really black-hearted!

Li Chun roared for a while, but he also stopped in a daze, he knew that he had no choice now, obviously he could only take this knife, otherwise, what other way could he win against Lieba?

"Manniang, I have paid a lot for you!"

In the past three years, he has been diligent and thrifty, and the private money he secretly hid was only more than 100 taels of silver, and more than half of it was removed at once, how could he not feel distressed?

But for the sake of the Qingling Pavilion, for the sake of Manniang, and for the honor of the Sword Saint, I have to fight!

Li Chun gritted his teeth, "Okay, one hundred taels is one hundred taels! You make an appointment with him to trade!"

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Three days later.

In the grove outside Qingfeng City, Xiao Hu led Li Chun to a remote clearing.

Autumn has just begun, and the leaves on the trees are only gradually turning yellow, but they look dazzling in the evening sunset, and the cool night breeze blows gently, bringing out a rustling sound.

"This is it, let's wait for him here!"

Xiao Hu looked around and nodded.

Li Chun said that he was not nervous at all, it was fake, although he had cheated on exams or something in his previous life, but in this shijie, it was the first time he had ever experienced it.

This is for the honor of the sect, for the face of Manniang, and for the undefeated record of the Sword Saint - he constantly cheers himself up in his heart, and in front of Xiao Hu, he has to try to maintain a calm appearance.

I don't know if this sword move, which costs him a hundred taels of silver, is it good?

When the time came, he inevitably had cranky thoughts, and his heart was up and down, and he was anxiously pacing back and forth in the clearing.

"It's coming! It's coming!"

Xiao Hu had been looking outside, and when he saw a dark figure coming calmly, he cheered loudly and grabbed Li Chun.

"Coming?"

Li Chun looked up, only to see that the person who came was fat, with a long sword at his waist, walking like a dragon and a tiger, coming with a solemn face, about thirty years old, with a beard, ignoring the conspicuous double chin, but also looked a little majestic.

"That's him, listen to a friend's introduction, this person has been learning swords since he was a child, although he has not been able to get fame, but he has never met a talent, and he has created new tricks from time to time, he has a very big shelf, and it was not easy to invite ......" Xiao Hu leaned into Li Chun's ear and whispered.

"Who is going to buy so-and-so's sword move?"

The fat man walked in front of Li Chun and Xiaohu, paused, and spoke loudly, but the voice was like a bell, full of energy.

Xiaohu pushed Li Chun, Li Chun smiled and arched his hand.

"Senior, it's me who wants to buy your sword moves. ”

"Good!"

The fat man slapped his thigh suddenly, "Then shine your skills first, and I want to see if you can be worthy of my sky-high sword!"

"Huh?" Li Chun was stunned, he had to show his kung fu first to cheat and buy sword moves?

Xiao Hu hurriedly tugged at his sleeve again, "Senior brother, you can show him a set of willow swordsmanship, and it also happens to see if his sword moves can match your sword intent......

Li Chun thought about it, nodded immediately, and drew his long sword.

Preparing to try the trick today, he borrowed a green steel sword from the Qingling Pavilion, probably because of his age, and the sword body was mottled with rust.

The fat man glanced at it and scoffed, obviously looking very disdainful.

Li Chun didn't care about him, "Please ask your seniors for advice!"

He took a deep breath, parted his legs, and slowly raised the long sword, slashing gracefully, which was the starting style of the willow sword technique.

Although Li Chun was lazy by nature, he focused on the sword, and he knew that even if there was a Sword Sect inheritance to rely on, if a tall building rose from the ground, a person who wanted to be a sword saint would not be able to lay a good foundation.

This set of catkins swordsmanship, he practiced hard every day, never slack, although it is only an introductory sword technique, but he has also used a bit of artistic conception and weather.

The tip of the sword shook, only to see the sword light up, just like the catkins flying, with the wind, the change and turn out of its surprise, soft and rigid, this set of swordsmanship he made the clouds flowing, the law is strict.

"Senior brother is good at swordsmanship!"

Xiao Hu was naturally waving his flag and shouting beside him.

"Not bad!"

The fat man nodded thoughtfully, "The foundation is okay, the softness of the catkins can be regarded as vividly described, but unfortunately it has never come out of the trap after all, and there can be no drastic changes, after you learn my trick, you can just put the finishing touch to this set of swordsmanship!"

He took a step forward, also drew the long sword in his hand, and shook it slightly.

"Willow catkins are frivolous, everyone understands, but it is not without changes, if you only stick to the word frivolous, then you will lose the true meaning of kendo......"

Li Chun heard him speak of the truth, and couldn't help but be in awe, "The words of the predecessors are very reasonable, but I don't know that according to the intentions of the predecessors, the move created is ......."

"Huh!"

The fat man daxiao, his sword light shook, and he stood proudly.

"Although the catkins are light, they can go up by the wind, and they can go for nine days!"

"My sword is called Qingyun Zhishang!"

"With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds!"