Xu Baichuan said that he wanted to teach Feng Cheng to practice swords, that is, he was really going to teach swordsmanship, otherwise he would not take Feng Cheng to find the rivers and lakes, and now that the rivers and lakes have been obtained, he should practice swords.

Xu Baichuan's own realm is not too high, only the heart fire, although it is brilliant in the younger generation, but it is not very powerful, teaching people to learn swords, he is still the first time, it is inevitable that there will be some jerky, but that being said, but in fact, Xu Baichuan will have a lot of things, the Tibetan Sword Building records the sword path handed down by various predecessors, there are subtle and simple, he has seen a lot, and it is not difficult to find a way out of it, and it is not difficult to see more, you can imitate it, and there is also a eight or nine that is not far from ten.

So on the second day after saying those words, Feng Cheng began to learn swords, and he had no martial arts foundation when he first learned it, so Xu Baichuan didn't let him do too many difficult things, just let him swing his sword.

How long to wave?

It's hard to say, every sword has to be done with all its might, and there can be no hand left, and as for the number of times, there is no requirement until you can't swing it.

At the beginning, Feng Cheng still complained, after all, he was a teenager, and the biggest hardship he had ever suffered on weekdays was just being hungry, even if he was helping people to get things, at most it would be more than an hour, and the rest had a lot of time to rest, and since he started holding the rivers and lakes, he began to swing his sword from early in the morning, until he was exhausted, and he was embarrassed until noon, and after eating lunch, he had to continue to practice his sword until the bright moon hung up.

But complaining is complaining after all, just say a few words in your heart, if you really want him to let go of the rivers and lakes in his hand, it must be thousands of unwilling, he has seen the sword path Xuanqi, deeply and deliberately in his mind, as soon as he thinks that if he persists, he can become the legendary fairy in the painting book, so he can only put away the complaint, gritted his teeth and continued.

But how can it be so easy to practice swords, just swinging a sword, in Xu Baichuan's eyes, it is really very easy, after all, this sword cultivator also came over like this, and he has a deep understanding of this.

People in the world often say that hard work produces genius, and it can be passed down for so many years, and there is a lot of truth in it.

So in addition to wielding the sword, Feng Cheng added a lot of burdens to his body, and he did not use iron tools to assist him like ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, but a talisman.

Fu Gong is called to make a thousand catties, as the name suggests, if it is fully stimulated, it can have a thousand catties of great power, although Feng Cheng is only a hundred catties, it is enough for him to bear.

When the talisman was just attached to his body, Feng Chengjianghu almost couldn't hold it, he could swing more than three hundred swords in an hour on weekdays, but under the effect of the talisman, he was barely a hundred swords.

It can be described as miserable.

Now it is winter, the temperament is deep and cold, and the pedestrians on the road are wearing cotton clothes, but Feng Cheng in the courtyard is very different, naked, and the pants below are only wearing a pair of single pants, and he does not feel cold, but feels that he is in the furnace, and he can't wait to peel off the skin together.

The sound of the iron sword cutting through the air roared, Feng Cheng gasped, and snow fell all around him, and under his feet, there was no snow, only a puddle of snow.

Every time Feng Cheng practiced his sword, Xu Baichuan would give him a pill to avoid the valley, not to pull out the seedlings to help him grow, but to help him retain his physical strength and avoid leaving secret injuries.

Killing is a force job, and wielding a sword is naturally the same.

During the day, he practiced swords, and at night, he meditated and practiced qi, allowing Xu Baichuan to stimulate his five organs and six organs with sword qi.

If someone leads the way, it is always much easier to walk, and it is also possible to avoid a lot of detours.

After such a half-moon scene, Feng Cheng was already able to swing his sword three hundred with a thousand catties of talismans, and if the talismans were removed, the number should increase a lot.

If it's an excellent progress, if it's met someone's expectations, or it's a lot more, then you can move on to the next step.

So, Xu Baichuan began to teach Feng Cheng swordsmanship.

Sword cultivation sword is divided into three kinds, swordsmanship, sword qi and sword intent, you can choose one and follow it, specialize in one subject, and you can also accept it all, and the three do not conflict.

But in any case, if you want to cultivate higher, you must dabble in all three.

Swordsmanship is sword moves, and most of the people who hold swords in the world know one or two styles, which is the basic of swordsmanship.

Sword qi is the foundation of cultivation, there is a sword qi in the body and no sword qi in the body is completely different, the most intuitive embodiment is that the sword qi can go in the body and the world, rather than in a small circle.

As for the sword intent, to borrow a Taoist phrase, it is Xuanzhi and Xuan, this person can't be taught, you have to understand it yourself, maybe you have the sword intent just after practicing the sword, or maybe even if you practice to the realm of enlightenment, you still can't feel the slightest sword intent, all kinds of situations are different, it's hard to say thoroughly.

Xu Baichuan did not choose too difficult to teach swordsmanship, but picked the simplest book "General Theory of Swordsmanship", this book can be said to be the foundation of swordsmanship in the world, not only in the sword cultivation is spread, but also widely spread in the rivers and lakes, as long as you are a swordsman, you have to read this general theory.

With the sword as the foundation, and with the help of the rivers and lakes in his hands, Feng Cheng learned very quickly, in just half a day's kung fu, he could wield it in a good way, which can be described as quite good, and after another night, he has already reached the point of proficiency, if he goes out to fight with people, he will definitely have a good reputation.

With good talent, he naturally learns everything quickly, otherwise there would not be so many sects that want to bring geniuses under the door, after all, this is a profitable business, who can not be tempted?

At night, Feng Cheng finished a day's sword practice, took a hot bath, and began to read with his bare and sturdy upper body.

This habit was learned from Xu Baichuan, Xu Baichuan didn't let him call master, he agreed, but although the two did not have the name of master and apprentice, they had the reality of master and apprentice, as apprentices, master many things to learn, maybe useful or useless, now maybe it will be in the future, besides, there is no harm in reading books, but he has seen a lot of the outside world from it, so he developed this habit.

Xu Baichuan was not reading, but holding a piece of paper with a torn corner in his hand, looking like a list.

Xu Baichuan handed the list to Feng Cheng and did not speak, as if all the words were on the list.

Feng Cheng took it, browsed it very carefully, and then naturally raised his head and focused on it again.

Then, he put on his clothes, carried the rivers and lakes, and walked out of the yard by the moonlight of fireflies and fireflies on the snow.

Where are you going, and what are you going to do?

Doubts are inevitable, after all, on a snowy night, someone has seen a list and walked out with a sword, which will inevitably make people wonder.

Trampling on the snow, Feng Cheng walked slowly along the road, and after walking a distance, he stopped again, not to meet the person who stood in the way, but to meet a small restaurant with a liquor seller.

He took out a piece of broken silver and bought half a jar of wine, and drank it as he walked along the road, and when he finished drinking, he was where he was going.

In front of a green building in the west of Taiping City, a swordsman with a sword came.

The swordsman is called Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng threw away the wine jar and smashed it on the ground, let out a crisp sound, tightened the rivers and lakes in his hands, and soon walked into the Qinglou.

It was the first time he had been here, and he had seen many things inside that he hadn't seen outside, and somehow his face was a little red.

After asking the turtle father, Feng Cheng walked up the stairs to the third floor, stood in front of a hole open door, listened to the sound of laughter inside, frowned, and forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart and walked in.

Inside the portal was a one-eyed man, with a grim face, a scar running from his head to his neck, very vicious, and in his arms, a woman in half-dishclothed clothes.

The one-eyed man was stunned, then pushed the woman in his arms away, picked up an iron rod on the table, and stood up, full of vigilance.

The woman originally wanted to be delicate and pretentious, but when she saw this, she extinguished her mind and turned to watch cautiously, ready to leave if something was wrong.

The one-eyed man said a big call in a vicious voice, with a strange accent, not like a person from Taiping City, and the meaning of the words was to ask Feng Cheng what he was doing here.

Someone asks a question, and naturally someone answers, but the answer is not words, but a sword.

The sword was menacing, and in an instant, it unsheathed and struck at the one-eyed man.

This sword, soon!

It was so fast that although the one-eyed man resisted, he still inevitably suffered a sword.

The one-eyed man didn't have time to take care of the wounds on his hands, nor did he have time to care about the woman who kept screaming, he just looked at Feng Cheng.

In his memory, although there are many enemies, he has never made a feud with Feng Cheng, so why does Feng Cheng come to him now?

He didn't know, but he knew one thing, there would be a fierce battle to fight next, and the sword of this unknown swordsman was very fast, comparable to the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, so he had to be careful.

Feng Cheng didn't have so many ideas, he came here just to do one thing, for that list.

The list is a portrait of a one-eyed man, and there are probably deeds written on it, generally speaking, the one-eyed man is a Jiangyang thief who does all kinds of evil, and this list is a wanted warrant.

Although I don't know where Xu Baichuan got it, he has given it to him now, that is, let him punish evil and promote good, and practice swords by the way.

Since that's the case, then don't think too much about it, the sword is.

Between the lightning and flint, Feng Cheng held the second sword in his hand, which was not much different from the previous one, the only difference was that this sword was faster!

How fast is it?

One-eyed could only watch the sword stab into his throat and bring out a splash of blood, but other than that, he couldn't do much, even if he subconsciously raised the iron rod, it was many years slower

He's dead.

Died under the two swords of a fledgling swordsman.

The corpse fell to the ground, and there was a dull thud, followed by a woman's scream, which was very harsh.

After all, there was a corpse in front of him, which was lingering not long ago, and now that it was like this, it was difficult not to panic.

Not long after the woman's scream, someone came up to check, and when they saw the one-eyed man who fell to the ground, they all took a breath of cold air, and when they looked at Feng Cheng again, they were a little frightened.

Who knows if this swordsman who killed people for no reason will suddenly lose his heart and kill them together, this kind of thing has not happened before, there are lessons from the past, and it is inevitable that they will have this kind of thought.

Feng Cheng didn't care about others, just took out the list from his arms and put it on the one-eyed man, and then walked out of the door, the road was very smooth, no one stopped him, after walking out of the Qinglou, he saw the wine jar he had fallen on the ground before, and he had an idea in his heart, wanting to drink a little more.

This time he didn't want half an altar, but a whole altar.

It's just that he searched for a long time on the way back, but he couldn't find the little wine seller who sold wine, and he was slightly disappointed.

But soon he put away his disappointment.

He met an acquaintance, the vendor who sold steamed buns.

The peddler was holding a woman's hand, buying something, and was very surprised to see him, but also a little incredulous, feeling that this bloody swordsman in front of him was a little different from his friend, and it had only been less than a month, how could he become like this?

The peddler put away the thoughts in his heart, and spoke to Feng Cheng with gratitude, and at the same time asked the woman to salute.

The woman gave a gift, and soon understood that this person should be the one who gave money to her husband, and her heart was even more grateful.

She and the hawker have long been in love with each other, thinking about growing old together, but the hawker's family is poor, and she is a wealthy family, some of the doors are not right, so they have been obstructed by their parents, and now they can be together thanks to the bag of silver given by Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng nodded, also a little happy, the hawker and he grew up wearing a pair of pants since he was a child, it can be said that he is like a brother, and he often helps him on weekdays, and now the hawker can start a family, which is very good.

The peddler wanted to invite him home for a seat, intending to come and not get drunk, but he politely refused.

If you get drunk at night, you can practice swords tomorrow.

After bidding farewell to the hawker, he walked on the snow and set out on the road back.

It only took him a little more than an hour to come and go, so when he got back into the courtyard, it wasn't too late.

Xu Baichuan was reading a book in the courtyard, and when he saw him coming back, he didn't say anything, but just raised his head from the book and nodded slightly, which was a compliment.

Feng Cheng smiled, picked up a book and sat next to Xu Baichuan, not looking into it, but thinking about many things.

He seems to have embarked on a path that he hadn't thought of before since he held the wooden sword, before he met Xu Baichuan, he didn't even dare to kill chickens, but now, it is very different, in short, everything seems to have changed unconsciously.

He did not reject this change, but hoped that the change would be more drastic, preferably like Xu Baichuan, but he knew that he still had a long way to go from Xu Baichuan's realm.

If you work harder, can you get there faster?

Thinking of this, he also extinguished the thought of reading, and began to meditate and practice qi.

Xu Baichuan was still reading a book, and he didn't say anything about Feng Cheng's movements, in the eyes of this sword cultivator, it was very common to practice swords during the day and meditate at night.

The cold wind blew, and the night deepened.

Xu Baichuan did not leave the courtyard and entered the room, but accompanied Feng Cheng to sit in the courtyard for a night, and at the same time let go of his momentum to block the whistling wind and snow and the cold of the night for a certain hairy person.

How long is the winter solstice?

It didn't take long.

It seems like another year has passed, and I don't know when I will be able to go back?

Xu Baichuan put down the book, looked at the night sky, and thought a lot about it.