"The dust swordsmanship is divided into nine styles, the nine styles make up for each other, split each other, nine moves, each move is extremely mysterious, each move has its own characteristics, can advance or retreat, attack and defend, you only need to remember the nine sword styles now, as for the sword intent in the sword, you need to slowly explore, when you practice the nine sword styles to the point of perfection, at that time you must also experience the mystery of the dust swordsmanship. ”

Feng Haochen didn't know when there was an extra flying sword in his hand, it was an extremely simple flying sword, as if it had gone through vicissitudes of life, and it was used to seeing the wind and frost in the world, but it was so extraordinary. The sword in his hand walked with him, and the sword shape flashed in the floating figure, and every move seemed so natural, as if this sword was a part of his body, sprinkled with joy and dust, mixed with a trace of uninhibitedness, and silence implied in agility.

People move, the heart is quiet, the sword moves, the momentum is quiet, the heart pays attention to static braking, and the sword law is static in motion. In Mu Yu's eyes, his master's heroic body can only be looked at and dare not try the edge, his swordsmanship brings a sword intent, and there is peace in the killing, and only that person's sword is left in this world.

"The first style of the falling dust swordsmanship, the falling leaves are flying, the flying leaves are swirling, and the movement is quiet. ”

A flying sword, swinging the sky full of fallen leaves, the leaves follow the sword, floating freely. Looking for a static point in the chaotic wind, with static braking, the sword momentum rises steeply, like a stone in the pool of death, stirring up thousands of ripples, the fluttering of the leaves turns into their own sword movement, the fallen leaves affect the sword momentum, the sword qi attracts the fallen leaves, and cherishes each other, accompanied by each other.

Involuntarily, Mu Yu held the sword in front of him, his heart understood, the sword moved with his heart, the master's body continued to evolve in his heart, he chased that trace of sword intent, wanted to grasp the artistic conception, but he couldn't grasp it, he always felt that something was missing, the simple nine sword moves seemed so difficult and obscure in his eyes, he kept practicing, and kept aligning with the master's swordsmanship, but there was always something missing.

"Ding—"

With a soft roar, Feng Haochen's sword tip suddenly rested on Mu Yu's sword tip, and a free and easy sword intent came from Mu Yu's sword tip. Mu Yu's sword moves with Feng Haochen's sword, and whenever it is difficult to practice, Feng Haochen's sword will always take Mu Yu's sword to another direction in a timely manner, making the whole set of swordsmanship mellow and natural. The incomprehension in Mu Yu's heart gradually opened, and the sword intent that seemed to be in front of him gradually blended in, which was a very wonderful feeling, which made Mu Yu intoxicated.

"All I can do is take you to the beginning, and the rest is up to your creation. Feng Haochen had already withdrawn his sword, he nodded, Mu Yu had touched the threshold of the Falling Dust Sword Technique in a short period of time, and his talent was indeed good.

Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand, but his heart was much clearer. The swordsmanship of Luochen is very mysterious, and the sword intent he just now has not even touched a dime, but just such a set of swordsmanship has made him feel deeply, and a trace of spiritual power has also appeared in his body, although it is small, but it is also a good start.

Mu Yu re-summoned the flying sword, his feet were linked, and his body followed him.

The second style of the dust swordsmanship, swinging the air and falling the dust, gathering the qi and breaking the spirit, and returning the spirit to the dust.

Mu Yu tirelessly threw himself into the sword style, his heart was very calm, like a pool of silent clear water, undisturbed. He chases for that coherence, but he can't always connect at the key points.

"Master, I always feel that something is missing, and I can't do your casual realm. Mu Yu said seriously.

Feng Haochen said with a smile: "What you lack is the pace of falling dust, the three most important exercises of our sect are the bottom, the falling dust heart method is the foundation, the falling dust swordsmanship is practiced, and the falling dust pace is shaping." The pace of falling dust is a sword-style body method, feeling the sword intent, the body is chasing the sword, the sword will fit, and the sword will be natural. ”

Feng Haochen's feet stepped forward, just that simple step, but his figure has flown up, like a feather in the wind, and like a thousand Jun Taishan, the steps flashed, and the eight doors under his feet were transformed, which made people unable to fathom. Mu Yu's dazzling steps dazzled him, but every step was so clearly visible, Mu Yu took a step, but his body was already unstable, and he suddenly fell to the ground, looking uncertain.

"The pace of falling dust does not require spiritual power to learn, and in the eyes of mortals, it is regarded as a supreme light skill, although it is less than one-thousandth of the cultivation of true cultivators, but it is not a problem to fly the eaves and walk the wall. You can't chase the number of steps that you are a teacher of, and you can't master the changes yet, so you have to learn them from the beginning. ”

Mu Yu nodded, he was in awe of the three methods of falling dust in his heart, cultivation is not overnight, it just needs to be persevered.

The sun has already set, Mu Yu has been practicing the Falling Dust Sword Technique, and at the same time bringing the Falling Dust step into the sword, he has only practiced the first day, but he has already gained a lot.

"Gollum. Mu Yu's stomach sang, and he asked embarrassedly, "Master, can you eat?"

Feng Haochen remembered something at this time, and said a little helplessly: "I taught you to cultivate early in the morning, and I didn't cook breakfast, and those hungry insects are probably going bad." ”

The hungry insects didn't wait for the bad, they wanted to cry without tears, because Uncle An saw that the head of the house had no time to cook, so he cooked himself again and cooked a breakfast that made the hungry insects full at a glance, and now everyone is staring at each other, whoever puts down the chopsticks first has the courage.

"Aren't you hungry? I'm going to go to the waterfall to practice later, and if you don't eat, you can go and drink water. Uncle An said expressionlessly, he never disliked the food he cooked, and he ate very happily.

Xiang Nan made a grimace, picked up a charred sweet potato, he touched it lightly, and the outer layer of coke was broken, and then after peeling off the coke, only the thumb-sized meat was left, and it didn't matter if the sweet potato was burned, because as long as there was meat, it wouldn't be unpalatable, and they only dared to eat this, several people stared at those few pieces of charred sweet potatoes, and at this time eating sweet potatoes was much better than eating Uncle An's cabbage and fried vegetables.

"Aren't Master and Mu Yu coming back yet?"

Cheng Yan actually didn't want to eat it, but because of Uncle An's face, he could only set an example for the senior brother a little, boldly tasted a bite of cabbage fried greens, and then swallowed it directly without chewing, if you let the earthy taste of the greens and the burnt taste of the cabbage stay in your mouth for too long, it will not feel good for an hour.

Uncle An can even make a disaster dish with stir-fried cabbage, and his cooking skills can be imagined.

"Here we are, hungry, hungry. Mu Yu rushed in, and when he saw that the dishes and chopsticks were prepared for him, he was immediately overjoyed, and directly picked up the vegetables and sent them to his mouth.

Then it was sprayed.

"Am I making it hard to eat?" Uncle An looked at Mu Yu meaningfully, making Mu Yu shudder.

"No, it was delicious, it was delicious. Mu Yu felt that this time did not seem to be a good time to tell the truth, Uncle An's paralyzed face always made Mu Yu uncomfortable, he sneered and put the squirted vegetables back into his mouth, chewing with tears, while saying, "It was too hot just now, too hot......"

The others all despised Mu Yu, and then quickly nodded and praised the deliciousness. Uncle An's majesty in the sect is only the same as the head of the sect, the head of the sect is usually approachable, but Uncle An is a very old-fashioned and honest person, so no one dares to provoke his bad luck.

It took a while for Feng Haochen to come in, but when he came in, he was holding a plate of fried meat with an attractive color, which made the other people's eyes light up, and they suddenly felt that their master was the best person in the world, simply a living immortal in the world, saving the suffering and saving the Bodhisattva.

"Let's eat!" Feng Haochen looked at the poor group of children and said with a smile.

"To the south, we will unite against Senior Brother. Lan Ling'er said.

"Okay!" nodded to the south.

Mu Yu didn't understand what this meant, and then Lan Ling'er, Xiang Nan and Cheng Yan were already fighting above the plate, looking like they had never eaten enough, the chopsticks were intertwined above the plate, Cheng Yan was still comfortable dealing with Xiang Nan and Lan Ling'er alone, and he already had a lot of meat in his own bowl. Ki Yu wanted to join in, but his chopsticks were bounced out as soon as they reached for it. The other three are all cultivated, and their strength is naturally different, Mu Yu only then understood that if he didn't have any skills in this sect, he wouldn't even be able to eat, and he pouted because they couldn't participate in this battle at the table.

Feng Haochen calmly stretched out his chopsticks, calmly sandwiched some points for Kongkong and Miaomiao in the battle between the three of them, and then also empathetically Mu Yu also sandwiched a little, and finally put a little into his bowl, and the rest was the daily battle of the three of them. And Uncle An was very calmly eating his own dishes and letting them fight.

Mu Yu felt that he should also be a little more competitive, in this poor sect, it was really impossible not to work hard.