Seeing that the night was dark, the two of them greeted each other and then dispersed.

Yan Wuji knew that there were many rules in the sect, when to get up and when to wash were set, he lay on the bed and worried about tomorrow, mixed with homesickness, tossing and turning, and he didn't sleep much this night.

The next day, I heard the sound of rustling in the next room, and I thought to myself, it's time for everyone to get up. When he was getting dressed, Chang Dihua knocked on the door and called for early arrival, and then the two came to the square on the east side of the Feiming Hall in parallel.

"This is the place where the disciples of the Mao Sect have their morning classes every day, and from tomorrow you must follow the regulations of the door, and you must be here at all times, and you must not be late, otherwise you will be punished by the door master. On the west side of the non-life hall is the place where the disciples of Yinmen have their morning classes, and the time is roughly the same as ours. I'll take you to the master later, and he'll give you a place. Chang Dihua Yan Wuzhi introduced.

Wuji followed behind him and walked straight to the platform in the center of the square, Chang Dihua bowed to a young man of his age and saluted: "I have seen Senior Brother Linghu, this is Yan Wuji, the introductory disciple that Senior Uncle Zang Feng has just received. ”

The senior brother Linghu in Chang Dihua's mouth is the illegitimate son of the current Maomen master Linghu Bufool - Linghu Ming. Linghu Buyu is the same as Qin Keji, he belongs to the Zimen, and he is the master of a sect, it stands to reason that with his status, his heirs are not allowed to worship in the One Sword Sect, but Linghu Ming is his illegitimate son, and everyone will turn a blind eye.

Ling Huming looked Yan Wuqi up and down and said: "Senior brother is really a blessing, he has cultivated so much, he can worship under Uncle Zang Feng, if he passes on any profound martial arts to you, remember to show your hands to the foolish brother." ”

Yan Wuji could hear that there was a sour hint in his words, but he didn't know why.

It's really because the identity of the descendant of the seven sons of the Sword Sect is too dazzling, even if his father is the master of the Maomen, he is also a little shorter by Yan Wuji's side, so it is natural for Hu Ming to be unhappy, he has grown up in the One Sword Sect since he was a child, he is clever, he is well versed in the way of greeting, and his father's status is so lofty, after Zhu Moqi issued the "Expansion Order", he should be the first choice for reason, but for some reason he couldn't worship under the Seven Sons. Now that a seven or eight-year-old doll suddenly came and wanted to be above himself, he was inevitably dissatisfied.

The morning class of Maomen is also simple, nothing more than some horse steps, lunges, platoon fighting, mixed yuan piles and other basic exercises, and then two by two to dismantle each other's palms, generally no one teaches, the disciples practice independently, and the master of the door commands and supervises on the stage. Every day Mao is the beginning of the hour, the end of the Chen, and then breakfast. From the beginning of the year to noon, it is the main class, taught by the teachers and uncles, or to teach the three or five style sword moves, or to teach the two-handed secret weapon, and there are also times in the class, but not to shake the head and read those scriptures, but the predecessors to talk about some medicinal herbs, and then to talk about some historical allusions, talk about a period of current affairs.

In the eyes of the indefinite, all this is very novel, and it is not boring.

In the afternoon, all the disciples in the sect either went to the fields to cultivate, or were arranged to be apprentices to the seniors of the Choumen, learning some wood, stone, iron, cooking, and other livelihood skills.

At the beginning of Shen Chu, Bai Rose found Wuji and asked him: "When is this coming, if you don't go on the road again, let alone two bundles of pine firewood, you can't cut one bundle of firewood!" You are not familiar with the road on the mountain, I will take you there." ”

Since the swallow went up the mountain indefinitely, the white rose has a playmate, and rarely goes down the mountain again. The two practiced martial arts together and worked together, and the relationship between the sister and brother became closer.

So the cycle begins, in the blink of an eye is the middle of summer, there is always a time of heavy rain in Huashan in June, especially this year, the rain is particularly vigorous, and it has rained for many days. It was almost evening when Yan Wuji came back from chopping wood, he changed into clean clothes, came to Rose's residence, and did not see his senior sister for two consecutive days.

There was an order from the sect that male disciples were not allowed to enter the residence of female disciples without permission, so Yan Wuzhi first went to Linghu Buyu to report the reason.

When he came to the senior sister's residence, he saw that the door was hidden and not locked, Yan Wuzhi knocked on the door softly, and no one answered even a few calls. He was worried that something would happen to his senior sister, so he didn't care much, so he pushed the door and entered the room.

Seeing that there was no one in the front hall, he walked to the bedroom again, pushed open the door, and saw a person curled up in the corner of the bedroom by the faint light, which should be the senior sister, but I don't know if he was asleep or what, so he called the senior sister, and when he spoke, a lightning struck, and the originally dim bedroom was illuminated white in that moment, and the white rose happened to look up at this time, and saw Yan Wuji under the electric light, and immediately crawled to another corner like a demon.

"Don't ...... Don't!"

"The Devil...... Monster ......"

White Rose was babbling gibberish, and she couldn't hear what she was saying.

Yan Wuji hurriedly ran to help her senior sister up, but the closer he got there, the more Bai Rose struggled.

Wuji was very anxious, and shouted: "It's me, senior sister!

Seeing that there was no reaction to Bai Rose's throwing, he was afraid that his senior sister would bump into it again, so he jumped behind Rose and hugged her tightly from behind. White Rose still didn't give up, and when he saw that he couldn't break free, he bit down on Wuji's arm, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, but the tighter he hugged it.

Rose is a girl in the end, she lost her strength after a while, fell asleep, and collapsed on Wuji's body, but she was still muttering to herself in her mouth, talking nonsense, seeing that she was no longer struggling, Wuji reached out and touched her senior sister's forehead, it was not a fever, Yan Wuji didn't dare to alarm her, so she let her lie on herself, but her hands never let go, still holding her senior sister.

After a while, White Rose woke up in a daze, and it was completely dark, and she felt as if her body was firmly wrapped in something, indescribably comfortable and safe, and her heart had never been so steady.

When she eased up, she saw a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and when she looked sideways, it was indefinite, and Bai Rose smiled lightly, and did not call him, and continued to lean like this.

The two are eight years old and seven years old, far from talking about the love between men and women, and they are not even childhood sweethearts.

When the Bai family was wiped out two years ago, although Rose didn't remember what happened, she was very afraid of thunder since then, and she used to live under the mountain with Qin Keji to protect her, and she didn't panic too much, but now she moved to the mountain to live alone, and just caught up with this kind of weather, and she was overly frightened to have this look, but fortunately she came in time.

Since then, White Rose has never been afraid of the thunder of a midsummer night, and the haze hidden in her heart has completely disappeared. Similarly, since then, she has seen Wuji as more than just a junior brother.

Another half a year has passed, and it is already winter. During these days, Yan Wuji was practicing and chopping wood, and he grew a lot taller, and he was not as thin as when he first came.

One morning, the first sword sect called the morning bangzi had not yet hit, Yan Wuzhi had already gotten up, since the beginning of the door, he strictly followed what the master said, every morning class will always practice for an extra hour. When he arrived at the square, he found that one person had already arrived first, and Tianmeng Meng Liang couldn't see who it was, and he walked a few steps closer to realize that it was his master.

Yan Wuji hurriedly saluted.

Zang Feng nodded in agreement and ordered, "You come with me." ”

The two of them walked straight up the stairs to a secluded and open place.

Zang Feng pointed to a pile of stones under his feet and said, "You pick up a stone and throw it hard to a place where there is no one in the distance." Although he didn't understand what this meant, he still did it, and since the master said to throw it hard, he riveted his strength, rounded his arm, and threw the stone out after a while.

"Although the stone flew far just now, but you rely on the strength of your arm, the strength of the wrist of the person who uses the sword is more important than the strength of the arm, you pick up another stone and stand in place, do not swing the upper arm, and throw the stone out again with the strength of the wrist. ”

He tried again as instructed, but the stones were not as far as they had been thrown before, only more than three feet.

Zang Feng instructed him: "Remember, swords are not barbarians such as knives, guns, sticks, etc., what is important is skill. From now on, you have to come here every day and practice your wrist strength in the same way I just said, either throwing or throwing, or skimming, but you can't throw with your arms. Of course, arm strength can't be ignored, I've already said hello to Yinmen, you go to them to get a hard bow to use, start with the Sijun bow first. ”

After noting them down one by one, Zang Feng paused and said, "Today, a new junior disciple went up the mountain, and the sect master ordered you to come to the self-suffering hall to welcome the newcomer after the morning class. ”