In a bamboo house, on a bamboo mat, there was a young man, handsome, slender, wearing a gilded robe, sleeping sweetly.

Li Zijin slowly opened his eyes, the sky was bright, he sat up, felt a little headache, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been poured a lot of wine by that senior Xie yesterday······

He looked around the room, this bamboo house was extremely simple, only a straw mat, a bamboo table, two bamboo bowls, two bamboo cups, and a bamboo curtain at the door.

It's as if everything in the house is made of bamboo.

The emerald sword, inserted into the dark green scabbard, rested on the bamboo table.

Li Zijin lifted Cui Yuan, walked out of the house, and found a bamboo courtyard, the edge of the bamboo courtyard is a bamboo fence, and beyond the bamboo fence, there is a bamboo forest.

The drizzle outside the house was hazy, and in the bamboo forest, there was a piercing sound of a sword breaking through the air, Li Zijin cautiously walked to the bamboo forest, looked outside with his waist bent, and found that someone was practicing swords in the bamboo forest, and that person was Xie Yufeng.

After entering the bamboo forest, Li Zijin felt a chill.

The bamboo is deep and the trees are densely chosen, and there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not wind.

Xie Yufeng took a sword flower and accepted it in a dashing manner, holding a snow-white long sword upside down, walked in front of Li Zijin, looked at the Cuihui sword in the young man's hand, and asked with a smile: "Are you awake?" Do you want to practice swords with me?"

Li Zijin looked down, the Cuihui sword, the Cuiyuan scabbard, are all green, which is quite suitable for this bamboo forest, and the sword intent is tempered here, maybe there will be some gains?

It's just that Li Zijin suddenly touched the back of his head again, and said a little ashamedly: "Senior Xie, don't look at me carrying a sword, in fact, I am only in a situation now······ I don't know what swordsmanship is, and if I want to practice swords, I can't enter it. ”

Xie Yufeng laughed heartily and said: "What's this?!In the future, you can practice sword with me, as long as you don't dislike it, you can live here as long as you want!"

Li Zijin clasped his fists at him and said: "How embarrassing is this, I can't eat and live for nothing, and learn the swordsmanship of my predecessors in vain." Saying that, the young man took out a money bag from his arms, and listened to Su Hu say that it contained fairy money that could buy a city.

But he felt that Xie Yufeng was not such a person, so he said euphemistically: "Senior Xie, I want to learn swords from you, then you can be regarded as my master, as a disciple, I should give a ······ apprenticeship."

Without waiting for the young man to finish speaking, Xie Yufeng pushed the money bag back, and said angrily: "Who are you kid Xie Mou?" How can I, Xie Yufeng, be a greedy person for money, as for the master and apprentice or something, it doesn't have to be like this, if you don't give a gift, Xie Mou will not teach swords, and if you don't give it, you can practice swords with Xie Mou. ”

Li Zijin blushed, sure enough······ He shouldn't have taken out his money bag to be bored, Xie seniors are so affectionate and righteous, where is such a superficial layman?

Seeing that the young man took back the money bag, Xie Yufeng smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, if you want to compensate Xie Mou, you can help Xie Mou clean the yard, chop wood and make a fire or something, isn't it more than those fairy money?"

The young man thought to himself, and felt that this senior Xie was reasonable, so he agreed, saying that in the future, this bamboo courtyard and bamboo house would be handed over to him to clean, and such things as chopping wood and burning fires could also be handed over to him.

This is not the end, Xie Yufeng also asked the young man to promise him one thing, saying that the two cannot be commensurate with master and apprentice, just keep the status quo, if Li Zijin can't accept it, then be commensurate with brothers.

Li Zijin was stunned for a moment, thinking of the martial artist, Uncle Song Jingshan Song, who also likes to be called a brother with him, and the young man felt that what he shouted was actually not very important.

As long as you treat each other as elders in your heart and know how to respect them, it's okay.

And Xie Yufeng has this kind of request, in fact, he has completely regarded Li Zijin as the elder brother of Chen Siyuan, he once carefully observed the young man's expression and found that Li Zijin is really similar to Chen Siyuan.

It's not about looks and figure, it's about words and deeds.

The image is not in the form, but in its God.

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In the bamboo forest, one large and one small, one left and one right, one long and one young, one high and one low. Xie Yufeng taught Li Zijin swordsmanship, and said in a deep voice: "The swordsmanship in the world, no matter what sect or faction, in fact, in the final analysis, it is the thirteen words 'pumping, belting, lifting, gridding, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, stirring, pressing, splitting, intercepting, washing', no matter how mysterious the swordsmanship, it is only the transformation and expansion of these thirteen sword moves." ”

"When you take out the sword, you must remember the eight words, the sword walks with you, and you carry the sword with you. You can't let people be led by the sword, you have to be someone with the sword, do you understand?"

The boy listened quietly, holding his breath and nodding heavily.

A few sword moves walked by, Li Zijin held a verdant emerald sword, and together with Xie Yufeng, practiced the sword in the rain, the oblique wind and drizzle, swept the sword body, and sang slightly.

The sword body of Cuirui slid through the turquoise sword light, which was very compatible with the bamboo forest around it, reflecting each other and responding to each other, which was very charming.

Xie Yufeng held the long sword upside down, walked behind the young man, and "pointed" the young man in a few places at will, waist, legs, back of the neck, shoulders, Li Zijin was like being hit by heavy objects one after another, and the pain was unbearable, so that the young man was about to lose his grip on the sword, in fact, it was not that Xie Yufeng was heavy, but he wanted Li Zijin to remember it deeply, remember the posture of holding the sword at this moment, and only then can he naturally maintain a good habit when practicing the sword in the future, so that he can get twice the result with half the effort.

In the world of sword cultivation, there are many people who practice swords and practice them deviated, those who practice crookedly, and those who are more serious are those who practice to the point of going mad and escaping into the devil's path.

Those who want to take shortcuts, who want to use crooked ways to quickly improve the realm, almost never really succeed, even if they can get a quick breakthrough for a while, but in the future, ordinary sword cultivation is more difficult than a realm for a realm, and those sword cultivators are more dangerous than a realm, just like a knife licking blood, the former is mysterious and mysterious, and the latter is hanging and hanging, in the long run, there will be no good end.

Therefore, Xie Yufeng's move, in fact, has invisibly helped Li Zijin "jump away" the possibility of a crooked sword practice, but the first time to "correct the bones", he will inevitably suffer unbearable pain, and it is not the human skeleton, but the sword bone when the world swords are practiced.

With a man with a sword, and a man with a sword, this posture is called a sword bone.

Li Zijin gritted his teeth and maintained that stabbing posture, and the sweat was already wet on his clothes.

This young man has excellent roots and bones, very good qualifications, a sword in his hand, and if he has divine help.

It seems to be a natural embryo for practicing swords, and the way of the sword will inevitably be lofty in the future. Xie Yufeng nodded secretly, but he didn't show his expression on the surface, he didn't want the young man to be too proud, he walked in front of Li Zijin, his face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It's easy to be right, it's hard to be right, no matter how good your swordsmanship is in the future, how high your sword is in the future, remember not to mess with the Dao heart." ”

Xie Yufeng finally raised his hand to draw his sword, and the sword was speechless, but he left six words of sword qi in the air, hoping that Li Zijin could understand the sword intent from it.

The boy maintained a posture that could be praised as a sword bone, and looked up at the six characters in the sky above the bamboo forest.

A gentleman has a righteous heart.