"Senior brother, if you fight me with all your might, I won't be able to block your three moves. ”

"Don't praise me, I'm useless in this world, I'm losing to you. ”

"Senior brother, my sword moves are all under your calculations, but watching you sword behind you is like a mad demon...... The junior brother didn't mean anything else, he just hoped that the senior brother would think about it...... People can't win against themselves, how can they win or lose when they compete with themselves?"

Ye Yunsheng looked up at the night sky and exhaled helplessly. It's not that he doesn't know what the problem is, but he can't control himself. As the Holy Hand Lao Li said, he went mad, confused, wandering, and even desperate in the colorful and endless world of swordsmanship.

"Daddy. ”

"Ah Yu, why don't you sleep?"

"Can't sleep. ”

"You keep your eyes closed, and you can fall asleep. ”

"Daddy, tell Ah Yu a story, and go to sleep after Ah Yu finishes speaking, okay?"

He picked up his daughter, put it on his lap, sniffed the good smell of Ah Yu's hair, and with the night breeze caressing, the snow on the old locust tree was broken, like a white light rain floating in front of him.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who was working in the fields and met a Jianghu man with high swordsmanship, and the Jianghu people wanted to accept him as an apprentice, so he agreed, and followed the Jianghu people to a far away place to learn swords in a very large Zhuangzi. He studied for eight years, then left his master and began to wander the rivers and lakes. He defeated a lot of people and learned a lot of swordsmanship, and he didn't have fun...... He doesn't go to the theater, he doesn't go to listen to books, he doesn't run around the streets, he practices swords every day, even when he eats, he practices swords in his heart. ”

"He must be very powerful, very powerful!"

"But he is too young, and there are many people who are better in martial arts than him and higher in swordsmanship than him. Once, he climbed a barren mountain and met an old man who gave him a book of swords left by the gods......"

He kissed his daughter's face, and Ah Yu's big eyes were full of curiosity and imagination about the people in the story.

He laughed, laughing so much that Ah Yu couldn't understand - gentle, kind, unhappy, sad, Ah Yu could tell the difference, but she couldn't tell the difference from such a smile.

This is a smile that only adults who carry a weight can understand.

This smile is colder and lonelier than the snow in the entire Chang'an City.

Moreover, it can't be melted, it can't be melted, it can't be eliminated.

After he smiled, he said softly: "After that, he will be invincible in the world, and no one can beat him." ”

Putting his daughter on the ground, he brushed a strand of Ah Yu's hanging hair behind his ear, his eyes were full of prosperity, and said, "Go to sleep." ”

"However, Ah Yu wants to know, what is the swordsmanship of that immortal that the boy learned later?"

"I don't know. With that, he took his daughter by the hand and walked into the house.

Carrying Ah Yu to the bed and covering her with the quilt, he looked up at the roof beam, but he didn't take down the sword after all.

He went back to the courtyard and waited for the dawn.

After a stick of incense, a pebble pierced into the courtyard and was pinched by his flying body.

The scattered men still came.

He walked to the entrance of the alley, and further on was Fukang Street, where the green tiles and stone walls on both sides were covered with snow, and the weather was so cold that they were now frozen into ice, and the walls were like mirrors in the moonlight, reflecting his figure.

The five people of Sanmen stood at the entrance of the alley, standing with their legs crossed in the middle of the Broken Sky Stone Forest, watching him slowly with some impatience, the four partners on both sides all brought long weapons, the rightmost one was holding a ghost head knife in his hand, and the strong man on the side was holding a wrought iron rod straight to the ground, Ye Yunsheng estimated that it was about thirty catties. Standing on Lin Hao's left, one of the two people carried a life-threatening double hook, and the other took an iron wire around the dragon whip.

This scene is quite scattered. Ye Yunsheng thought in his heart, stood in front of Lin Hao, and took out a silver ticket from his arms.

"Here are a hundred taels of silver. The villain's family is poor, and I hope you will forgive me. ”

Lin Hao grabbed the silver ticket, squinted at the small words on it under the moonlight, looked up and said, "Okay, you can go." ”

Ye Yunsheng's heart was relieved, today it was God who opened his eyes, and finally smoothed it out. He nodded and turned to leave. When I turned around, I heard the sound of breaking wind behind me.

I haven't walked around the rivers and lakes for seven years, but for some reason, I can still hear the sound of a ghost's head knife.

He didn't even look at it, he just jumped forward and dodged the blade. Turning back again, the short man who had made the ghost-headed knife looked at him coldly, and walked around behind him with the knife against the wall.

Lin Hao strode forward, "Of the three brothers, one has a broken hand and one is lame, so you can only risk your life to vent your anger on the brothers." ”

Ye Yunsheng laughed angrily - can't you give a day of peace?

Lin Hao used his hands freely, his palms were pushed out, he knew at a glance that he was going to hit the middle palace, and turned his hand to pat the neck to ask for acupoints. He stretched out his two fingers, and he was about to make a move to Xiaoemei Peak, wanting to abolish Lin Hao's palm that slapped the neck point, but at this moment, Lin Hao's palms were not as good as his middle palace, let alone the next move to change hands? Seeing that his move was about to be complete, his two fingers would inevitably fall into the empty space, and the middle palace would also be firmly hit by two palms. He suddenly saw the figures of the two of them reflected on the frozen wall beside Lin Hao.

It's like a silent burlesque.

Ye Yunsheng is the blind clown on the stage.

He slammed the bright light Shenshou, his middle finger retracted, his index finger was still standing high, the remaining four fingers were not closed, his arms were up and down, and he swung down towards the top of Lin Hao's head, as if a big knife was about to separate heaven and earth and set thousands of miles of rivers and mountains - this was a move in Taizu's long fist.

Taizu Long Fist was created by Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, which was used in marching and fighting, hand-to-hand combat, simple and practical. At this moment, it was used by his hands, and it was really like the reincarnation of Taizu, the divine power was incomparable, and he came out with one palm, and all the troops were easy.

Lin Hao was suppressed by the power of the palm, his whole body was stiff, he couldn't move at all, his eyes only widened, and he was terrified.

It was the strong man next to him who shouted and hit a wrought iron rod to solve his predicament.

Ye Yunsheng seemed to wake up from a dream, if he hadn't just seen the scene of the reflection of the ice on the wall, he was afraid that he would have been injured and beaten to death by several people at this moment. He was furious, strode to the right, and regardless of the move, he only slashed at the head of the stick with one palm, and the palm struck with the iron bar, and with a dull sound, the strong man had turned over and sat on the ground, and the wrought iron rod flew to Fukang Street with a "swish", and it was impossible to see where it fell from a distance.

He moved again, his body was so fast that Lin Hao's eyes couldn't keep up, and when he saw clearly, the brother who made the deadly double hook fly out with him, but he kicked him in the stomach unreasonably, and kicked the brother to vomit countless things, and then heard the brother cry out in pain: "My bones are broken, ouch, kick your grandfather to death." ”

Lin Hao was about to make a palm, Ye Yunsheng, who was obviously standing in front of him, suddenly retreated three steps, and was facing the short man who was rushing with a ghost head knife with his back, and saw him stretch out his arm, grab the short man's neck, and throw it out, a big living person flew seven or eight steps away, fell to the ground solidly, and screamed.

The man who had made the wire around the dragon whip untied it, but he was too frightened to do it again.

Lin Hao was the leader in the end, and he knew that the brothers would have to explain here if they went down, so he hurriedly waved his hand and shouted: "Stop, stop, Your Excellency will give Sanmen a face, please raise your noble hand, admit your mistake...... The younger brother and several brothers confessed their mistakes to you. ”

Ye Yunsheng breathed a breath of true qi in his body, as if he had never been so comfortable in his life, as if there were more than a dozen top beauties stripped naked around him, rubbing him, this taste of immortality - he hadn't tasted it for too long, like a scholar who was always reasonable, and faced people in general, suddenly rolled up his sleeves and fought with a few reckless people, so happy, incomparably hearty!

He burst out laughing.

What moves to tell you guys, and how to make them...... I'm really crazy.

Several people in Sanmen began to apologize, and when they saw that he ignored him and stopped making a move, they hurriedly left together.

Ye Yunsheng stood alone for a while, walked to the wall, touched the ice, laughed at himself, and said to the cold ice: "Thank you, I'm useless in this world, I'm so downcast that I have to rely on you to win those bastards, no matter how much you learn swordsmanship, no matter how good your internal skills are, what's the use?"

When he returned to the yard, he washed his face, went into the house and looked at his daughter who was sleeping on the bed, and looked at his daughter's face, and smiled, but the smile was very fast, like a light eaten by the darkness, and disappeared.

There was no sound, and he had jumped onto the beam to take down the sword, which was still wrapped in dirty cloth.

In the seven years since he withdrew from the rivers and lakes, he has never used light power to fly so fast, and every time he borrows strength by the wall and the tile roof, he jumps three feet away, and the internal breath is drumming, making the oncoming wind howl more than once.

He came to Fukang Street, carried the secret of the pure root, and the inner breath gathered in his ears to the acupoints, and immediately heard the voices of the first few people on the east side of the street. He took three steps, and in the blink of an eye, he chased after them.

Eight of the ten swordsmen on the rivers and lakes will make the general walk the sword at night, which is a set of swordsmanship that has been inherited for a long time, has a balance between attack and defense, has a wide range of sword moves, and has no obvious defects.

He naturally seemed to be engraved in his bones, and he made up his mind not to think deeply about the move, he directly slashed forward with a sword, stabbing straight into Lin Hao's back and penetrating his heart.

How fast to enter the sword, how fast to draw the sword, this is the basis of the sword of the clever swordsman, he turned his sword to cut the head of the strong man who made the stick, the head was still in the air, and the three people who turned around, among them, the throat of the man who made the wire around the dragon whip was pierced by his sword, cut out horizontally, and flew out a large piece of blood, sprinkled on the man who made the double hook.

The devil's head knife slashed at him, and he cut the double hooks with another sword, and the double hooks that could be locked and held by the long sword were like sick hands, and after only a struggle, he was pierced by the sword, and stabbed straight into the chest, and he slashed the sword upward, breaking the throat, mouth, nose, and skull, bringing out the blood like a fountain, and then slashing downward, but it was cut into the air.

The panicked sword moves of the ghost head knife are like a snake coming out of a hole, and it is like an unknown thing in the water splashing knife technique. This is not a bizarre and clever move, but it just let Ye Yunsheng go through it in his mind, and this time he made a sword move that made the ghost head knife inexplicable.

The front was smashed hard, the ghost head knife made the hand of the knife still tremble, and the knife technique was out of shape, as if there were many moves in Ye Yunsheng's memory, he fell into the chaotic image uncontrollably, and then in the real sword facing each other, panicking, struggling, remedy, and making mistakes.

If it was a ghost head knife that was not injured, Ye Yunsheng might have had his fingers cut off, or his skin had been cut off somewhere.

But the ghost head knife was also struggling, and the short man was even more flustered, he thought that Ye Yunsheng was teasing him, torturing him, making him feel that he could escape, and he could turn defeat into victory;

The people in the rivers and lakes are all better than whose martial arts are higher, and who is stronger than who learns, but now the two of them are comparing who makes fewer mistakes and who persists longer......

When Ye Yunsheng saw a move, he was accustomed to making a move, and suddenly he couldn't remember a useless swordsmanship to use.

It's like a writer who forgets a poem, and at the most critical point, a poem to use when putting the finishing touch.

He could only crappily substitute an inaccurate, specious, imperfect word.

After fighting more than a dozen moves, Ye Yunsheng encountered the same problem again.

If you are a book writer, you are afraid that you will have to give up, sleep well, and get up tomorrow, maybe you will have inspiration.

However, Ye Yunsheng couldn't give up, and the other party's knife slashed over one move at a time.

He suddenly used a move that seemed to be and seemed to be not.

This trick seems to have come naturally, like a writer's inspiration erupting before bedtime, and he couldn't find the words, so he made a sentence himself.

It's not as good as me to read all kinds of books.

Forget the thousand moves of the sword and kill the suffering of the world.

The sword swept under the blade, stabbed into the short man's chest, and then drew and flew away.

He looked at his sword in amazement.

In the distance, there were three or three night patrols with lanterns, slowly walking this way, he flew away, and soon returned home.

This night, he thought about it for a long time, and until he fell asleep, he didn't remember the few swordsmanship he had forgotten, as if these few moves had disappeared from his memory.

He never died in the duel, and he needed to fulfill his promise, so he set up a noodle stall in the morning, had lunch, and let his wife watch the living, and he took his daughter to Zhao Yuanwai's mansion alone.

Passing through the inner city gate, walking into the city, here covers a very wide area of the mansion, each household is Chang'an magnates, the spacious street catches fast, the errand is more, there are fewer people in the rivers and lakes, and the people who look poor and vicious will be stopped, and ask about it, it is not the household registration of Chang'an City, if you can't get a way, you have to go to the prison cell for a few days until you find a guarantor.

Everything in the city was more comfortable than in the east of the city. The streets are very clean, there is no mess of garbage, there is no vomit from drunken people at night, people walking on the road are decently dressed, the fur on their coats is bright, the carriages are spacious, and the horses pulling them are tall and strong. Even the sunshine here seemed warmer than the place where he lived.

Ah Yu looked at the scenery in the city curiously, and looked at her father from time to time, she didn't say the question in her heart, in fact, even if she asked, Ye Yunsheng would not answer her daughter.

Fathers will not tell the truth of this world at their child's age.

Ye Yunsheng took Ah Yu's hand, walked on the street, passed by a door, and saw a pair of men and women standing on the steps.

The man seems to be familiar, and the woman looks charming and charming, wearing a purple chastity dress, with two long bare legs left at the hem, and she is not afraid of the cold.

The woman suddenly laughed, "Very good, you can be your righteous gentleman!"

As he spoke, he left, twisting his waist, making Ye Yunsheng walk more slowly.

The man was helpless, looked at Ye Yunsheng, caught up a few steps, and called, "Brother Ye!"

"Forgive Ye for being clumsy, who is you?"

"Heh, Brother Ye withdrew from the rivers and lakes, how could he forget the Iron Sword Scholar. ”

Ye Yunsheng suddenly clenched his fists and said, "It turned out to be Brother Xu." ”

"Brother Ye, I've always wanted to talk to you all these years, I don't know if I have time to come to my house for a cup of tea?"

"I'm sorry, I just happened to have an accident. ”

"It's okay, can I come to the door another day?"

"Ye has already withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't talk about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, so he welcomes it. ”

Farewell to Xu Qing, Ye Yunsheng took Ah Yu, turned two streets, and arrived at Zhao Yuanwai's mansion.

The staff happened to go out for something, and the housekeeper took the father and daughter to Zhao Gongzi's yard as instructed.

Walk through the green mountains and green waters, winding the corridor, after two entrances, a white wall round door on the side, enter is a thirty steps square martial arts training ground, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, there are eighteen kinds of weapons on the side of the field, most of them are like goods, but the income is very suitable for the situation.

Zhao Gongzi has a single name, just turned seven years old, with a white face and red lips, delicate eyebrows and eyes, perhaps he is still young, and he has a deep female appearance. Ye Yunsheng saw that he was thin and weak, and his eyes were sensitive but not moving, so he knew that he had not yet taken his breath. Seven years old, it's not too late, it's not too early. He asked Zhao Yu to simply kowtow three times.

There are three taboos in the transmission of gong, one is that the teacher is unknown, the second is that there are many people with mixed eyes, and the third taboo is shallow and thin.

After he let Zhao Yu apprentice, he let the housekeeper drive all the idle people from the neighborhood out of the courtyard.

After everything was in order, he slowly squatted in front of his apprentice, stretched out his two fingers to make a sword, and gently rested it on his shoulder. Seeing that the little apprentice was a little nervous, he said in a wide voice: "Don't be distracted, close your eyes, suck your nose and mouth and spit out, and empty your body and mind." ”

A trace of true qi walked in Zhao Yu's body for a short week, he withdrew his fingers and said slowly: "Okay, you go and get a sword first." ”

"Daddy, Ah Yu also wants to learn swords. ”

Ye Yunsheng turned his head to look at his daughter, smiled and said, "Ah Yu, my father brought you here to teach you how to learn swords!

The daughter grinned, the tiger teeth exposed outside her lips, and she was so cute.

He was a little more apprehensive this time, after all, he was his most precious daughter, if he said that his talent was good, he would be proud, and if he wanted to say that it was bad, he might be frustrated, but he also let go of the hesitation hidden in his heart - for his daughter's future, he was somewhat resigned to fate.

Also stretched out two fingers to make a sword, he transmitted the true qi into his daughter's body, swam for a short week, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew his fingertips.

The daughter is a talented person, and Zhao Yu is slightly better, maybe she can learn "Ming Guang Shen Shou" in the future.

But with the swordsmanship, who goes far, in the end, depends on their own creation.

Heh, he, Ye Yunsheng, isn't that the best example?

The sword that Zhao Yu took was a fine pine-patterned sword, which was really rare compared to the rest on those weapon racks.

Ye Yunsheng took the sword, returned it to Zhao Yu, and said lightly: "Practice the sword first, I will teach you a sword trick, you pinched it!"

He taught Zhao Yu to pinch a sword trick by hand, holding the sword in his right hand and hanging diagonally to the ground, his left elbow protruding from the wrist, and stretching out his fingers to flatten his chest.

"If you can't lift the sword in your hand, you can put down and rest for three breaths, and then lift it up and pinch the sword technique. ”

Zhao Yu looks feminine, and is the son of the mansion, with excellent upbringing, and very sensible, since he met his apprentice, he has behaved deferentially and well-behaved, and only responded lightly, and pinched the sword trick.

Ye Yunsheng corrected it a few times at the beginning, and wanted to find an opportunity to reprimand a few words to establish his majesty, but where did he think that this first disciple in his life came out of a dream: honest, diligent, the most rare thing is that this child is not stupid, he can understand it once he says it, and he can change it immediately if he is wrong. Let him teach it smoothly, but it is a little uncomfortable.

He turned his head, smiled with a straight face, and said to his daughter, "Look at Daddy and get you a sword." ”

He flew up, broke an arm-length twig from a ginkgo tree six paces away, stretched out his fingers to make a sword, cut off all the protruding unevenness, handed it to his daughter, and said, "Look, your sword!"

Ah Yu pursed his mouth unhappily, took it in his hand, but didn't look at it, his big eyes stared at the shiny pine sword in Zhao Yu's hand.

"Oh, the sword is sinking, if you hurt your arm with your hand, you will grind out calluses, and when Ah Yu learns internal skills in the future, she will practice with a sword. Ah Yu, you don't want your arms to be thick and thin, right?"

Ah Yu thought about it very seriously, and then shook his head.

Will the arms be thick and thin? Zhao Yu pinched the sword trick motionlessly, but the small eyes glanced over.

Ye Yunsheng turned his back to Zhao Yu, and he didn't care about the well-behaved apprentice he had just received.

"Right, you definitely don't want the palms of your hands to be covered with thick skin, and you will be ground and bleed, even if you touch the water, it will hurt like a needle, right?"

Ah Yu didn't want to this time, and shook his head directly.

Zhao Yu couldn't hold back this time, and said softly, "Master." ”

Ye Yunsheng turned his head and asked with a straight face, "What's the matter?"

"Master, can I also use the branch to pinch the sword trick first, and then take the real sword after learning the internal skills?"

"No, you can't. ”

Zhao Yu couldn't stand it, the sword trick seemed to fall apart, and his white little face turned red, but he couldn't speak.

Ye Yunsheng said coldly: "The first time I practiced swords, my master gave me a sword that weighed one and a half pounds heavier than yours. I've been learning swords for twenty years, and I haven't used a branch as a sword once!"

"You don't want to learn? Originally, if you hadn't worshipped the master, I could have asked for resignation, but if you worshipped the master, there would be no way......"

He took a branch that was no thicker than his index finger from his daughter's hand, and suddenly dodged to the weapon rack on the edge of the practice ground, and with a pick of the branch, a bulky Fang Tian painting halberd flew out of the weapon rack and flew straight into the sky.

He jumped up after him, overtaking the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, about three feet in the air—in the eyes of the two children, was it flying in the sky?"

The branch was like a sword, and Fang Tian's halberd was like a branch, which was cut off in the middle, and fell to the ground.

Ye Yunsheng fell, with an immortal demeanor, pinched a sword trick that had just been taught to Zhao Yu, and then slowly put it away, bent down and picked up half of Fang Tian's halberd from the ground, walked to Zhao Yu, leaned down and asked, "You said that I used this branch to whip you, draw your hands, and keep breaking your hands?"

I didn't expect this woman's appearance, the little apprentice with a white face and delicate eyebrows and eyes to "swish" the sword trick, and she really admitted it so simply.

He didn't say anything more, put the branch in Ah Yu's hand, and listened to her shout: "Daddy is awesome, Daddy is like a fairy!"

He coughed - he used the supreme internal skills he had cultivated for twenty years, and he fought hard, just to show off in front of the apprentice he had just received, of course he couldn't lose, but he had to hold his breath when he was angry, which was somewhat embarrassing.