Ren Pingsheng and Wu Chunmang, the two young swordsmen, in the minds of those students who were also half-grown children, at first still had the feeling of looking up to the mountains in the face of the mountain gods. When the children learn swords, they are all very restrained. In addition to learning swords, no one dares to say half a word to two teachers of the same age. Even if Ren Pingsheng smiled and asked with a smile, "Is there anything you don't understand about this style of practice?"

Most of the people who were asked just puffed out their cheeks and held back half of their faces, but they couldn't hold back half a word.

Among them, only the little girl with pigtails, Chen Qi, is an outlier. When others were afraid to speak, she especially liked to talk endlessly when she talked to the teacher, which made other children even more embarrassed. But soon she was relieved, after all, she is the one who pulls the banner, plus the two immortals, she came to her house first, and she was taught in person, which is different from us.

Chen Qi's talent for learning swords is excellent, she has practiced a sword style two or three times, and she has not explained the essentials of strength, she can already imitate a seven or eight fractal shape, and even the cooperation of strength and breath can secretly match the sword theory. So for the two teachers who have little experience in teaching, pigtails are a very good teaching assistant.

Every time he learned a formula, Chen Ji crackled a lot of weird questions, and after answering them with Ren Pingsheng, he basically figured out the others. It's just that the comprehension of sword intent is embarrassing for everyone, and the depth is naturally different.

The most laborious ones are the two children with different surnames. One is named Li Sancun, who is 12 years old, and the other is Mo Dengming, who is one and a half years younger than Li Sancun. Every time these two children learned a new trick and practiced it, even the two teachers had to lament that they couldn't recognize it as the swordsmanship. Every day for an hour of teaching, Wu Chunmang has a small half of his time, which is spent on these two children. Not only that, but two talented disciples were specially assigned to the two of them to practice one-on-one with the former.

In this way, Li Sancun and Mo Dengming can finally barely practice the content of the day by three or four points. But if they were to be taught a drill the next day, the two teachers would be doubly unhappy.

Those two guys, as if overnight, could always dream that the immortals had taught them some kind of secret book, and they didn't know what they were doing. The point is, if you are a sword practitioner, you want to dream of meeting immortals, so you dream of a sword immortal;

Li, the sparring brothers of the two children of Mo, just think it's fun. In the subsequent sparring sessions, as long as the teacher doesn't notice this, the two senior brothers will tacitly regard the junior brother who dances the great god as a target for feeding the sword.

Coincidentally, these two sparring brothers are a pair of brothers. The elder brother's name is Chen Tianshi, and the younger brother's name is Chen Tianjin, both of whom are the children of the Chen family in the ancient Chen Village. And the fathers of Li Sancun and Mo Dengming are outsiders who have come to Guchen Village. Among these herders, they have always been very liberal about marriage, and if the man is too redundant, whether the children take the surname of the man or the woman, they are regarded as members of the family and there is no discrimination in the slightest.

But among these children who are not familiar with the world, some partners with a few different surnames will subconsciously be close and different.

Therefore, Li Sancun and Mo Dengming often have the feeling of being dwarfs everywhere. It is even more so to learn and practice swords with your peers.

Fortunately, Ren Pingsheng has a lot of favor for the two of them, and he has given a lot of patience for the first time. These two children's sword practice finally didn't fall too far behind. The so-called not falling too far is relative to the sword moves learned

In terms of content, it is not a comparison with other students.

Ren Pingsheng originally planned to let Wu Chunmang spare more time to guide Chen Qi. But it's just that Wu Chunmang, who learned swordsmanship three days earlier than Chen Qi, tried his sword with the former, but he felt very difficult.

The first to jump out of the state of walking on thin ice in the face of the teacher was a teenager named Chen Kucheng. Chen Kucheng's age is actually less than two years old from Ren Pingsheng, who has just turned sixteen, but his figure is half a head taller than Ren Pingsheng, and he is much stronger. This may be due to the herders' natural physique.

In addition to Chen Qi, Chen Kucheng was the first to take the initiative to ask the teacher for a solution.

Chen Kucheng learned to practice swords, and his talent may not have to be Chen Qi, but he worked hard. At the end of each day, he was always the last to leave. Ren Pingsheng and Wu Chunmang occasionally deliberately went back and back, hiding in the dark to watch the performance of this group of students after school. Some people will leave in a swarm and rush to a place that is more suitable for wilderness, after all, after learning swords, they will not long go to Mr. Chen's school to study. There is too little time, and you need to have fun in time.

Some people will stay in the field and continue to practice and consolidate on their own, until the morning class bell rings at the school, and then they will hurriedly pick up the bookcases that have been placed on the sidelines and rush to class.

And Chen Kucheng is the more special one among the latter. After collecting the sword, he will try his best to keep the central axis of his body rotated and driven by a line of motion, taking things and taking steps. The sword is not in the hand, but the sword intent is still in the heart. Moreover, Ren Pingsheng also flew over the pasture outside the village at dusk, and saw the appearance of Chen Kucheng grazing after leaving school.

The stout young man whipped his horse and drove away the sheep, and the whip was like a sword, from dry and clumsy, to pure and refined.

Every time Chen Qi said something to solve, the questions were from the big picture of the sword, and Ren Pingsheng answered it very easily. But for Chen Kucheng's picking on small details, Ren Pingsheng, who was not good at seeking truth in subtleties, was a little embarrassed. I handed out the sword, and I realized that the sword heart was close to the avenue, so many details?

Therefore, most students like Chen Kucheng have to be handed over to Wu Chunmang to deal with. Fortunately, Wu Chunmang is very good at drawing inferences.

Some people asked too much, and everyone's awe of these two mountain immortals gradually decreased, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious. Even the most introverted Li Sancun and Mo Dengming also began to talk more.

Fortunately, this group of children, I don't know if they are urged by their parents or because of their own interests, they are extremely concerned about learning swords. So every morning, no one will be late, Ren Pingsheng and Wu Chunmang enter the village every day, and the children have already gathered in the field to practice swords;

The reason why it is only sweating from the forehead is because this set of swordsmanship, no matter how hard it is practiced, is made of slight sweat; if you sweat profusely and your muscles and bones are sore, you will completely lose your sword intent and do the opposite.

Early this morning, Chen Qi was unexpectedly a little embarrassed, and brought some exquisite pastries to the two teachers, which were fragrant. "Yesterday, Chen Tianshi asked the fairy teacher if he also cannibalized the fireworks in the world, but it was not a joke. ”

Ren Pingsheng took a piece of pastry from her hand, which melted in the mouth, sweet and delicious. He took another piece, but he was not busy eating, and asked with a smile: "Daqing, did you ask them to ask?

Chen Qi nodded vigorously, then turned to Wu Chunmang, who was standing on the spot with a pair of big eyes, "Don't you eat?"

Wu Chunmang's face immediately flushed, and he nodded hurriedly, "Thank you, thank you." ”

Chen Qi freed up a hand to cover his mouth, and forced a smile: "Thank you, you can taste it." ”

Wu Chunmang clumsily took a small piece of pastry from the Jinpa in her hand, chewed it slowly one by one, and it was very different from Ren Pingsheng's mouthful.

"It's hard to eat?" asked Chen Qi with a sideways face.

Wu Chunmang's hands trembled, and the pastry in his hand that had only bitten a small corner almost fell to the ground, "No, it's not...... It's delicious. ”

Chen Qi didn't understand much, and said a little angrily, "Is it not delicious, or is it not unpalatable?"

"Of course it's ...... It's delicious. Wu Chunmang solemnly organized his words, afraid of making a mistake again, "I just eat slowly to live up to the sweet taste." ”

As a result, Chen Qi immediately grabbed half of the pastry from the brocade and handed it over, "Then hurry up and eat, it's not enough, I'll make more tomorrow." ”

Wu Chunmang took it cautiously and said stunned: "You made it yourself?"

Chen Qi asked rhetorically: "Otherwise, who did it?"

Wu Chunmang didn't know how to deal with it, he smiled cheaply, and he looked much happier when he ate, but he couldn't pull his face and gobble it up. It seems that Mr. Chen's teaching at the school has contributed a lot.

In fact, after the first three days, the little girl with pigtails didn't think much of his teacher to this "Teacher Wu", and she felt that the real fairy teacher should be which teacher Ren should be. This surnamed Wu is also the god of the medicine king and mountain, and when he brushes up the sword, he is not much better than me.

Chen Tianshi took advantage of the teacher's breakfast, stopped practicing swords, quietly squatted down next to Ren Pingsheng, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Teacher Ren, you have been learning swords for so long, do you think among our group of people, who has the most signs of being able to go up the mountain with you to practice?"

Ren Pingsheng was slurred, smiled and said sloppily, "It's all good, it's all good." ”

Chen Tianshi was obviously a little unhappy with the words, and asked the bottom of the question: "Then you see my brothers, among those good people, are they better or both good." ”

Ren Pingsheng glared at him with a look of disgust, "You, you're worse than your brother, and your brother is far worse than Chen Qi." ”

Chen Tianshi's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and he understood: "Teacher Ren, in fact, the fried wheat candy made by our brothers is a must, and it is crunchy in the mouth, and it is definitely better than Chen Qi's 'Mara Cake', no matter the taste and texture." Let's try it tomorrow. ”

Ren Pingsheng didn't bother to expose his little caution, and waved his palm like a fly: "Practice sword practice, practice sword, and if you are crooked, you will be kicked out of the ranks of good people." ”

Chen Tianshi was a little regretful, how could this fairy teacher be the same as Mr. Chen from the school, everyone else was very happy when they gave something, but he wouldn't give a refreshing word. It's just that he immediately jumped away and began to find his younger brother to teach him face-to-face.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the sword practice ground where the wooden swords were flying, and began to feel that preaching and teaching became interesting.