Early the next morning, Murong Xiu ran to the dining hall early, because there were still two days to adjust, so he wanted to take this opportunity to get together with everyone.

However, except for Murong Zheng, the senior brother and those named disciples, even Tang Xiao's shadow was not seen, you must know that Tang Xiao was not only cheap, but also a real foodie, and he would complain all day long when he left a meal, and since he didn't come to breakfast today, it made him feel very strange.

At the same time, he also found that Tang Min, Murong Qiuxue and others did not come to breakfast, and when he wondered, Murong Zheng beckoned to him.

"Little junior brother, are you looking for Tang to laugh at them?"

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Murong Zheng wiped his mouth casually and said with a smile.

"I'm wondering how strange this foodie didn't come to breakfast. ”

When he came closer, Murong Xiu greeted Murong Zheng very politely, and then said half-jokingly.

"It's not surprising, they've already eaten it, and now they should be at your uncle's place, I'm afraid you won't see each other for a while. ”

Immediately, Murong Zheng briefly said that Murong Zhan personally supervised the cultivation of Tang Xiao and a few people, saying that it was supervision, but in fact it was supervision, these people were used to being lazy on weekdays, so they just took this opportunity to collect their hearts, because he still had some affairs to deal with, so he had to go over later.

"This is a good thing, if I can get the personal allocation of the old man, the strength of the senior brothers and sisters will definitely be greatly improved, and it seems that I am left alone, hehe!"

Murong Xiu was helpless enough to mention this, he finally relaxed easily, but Tang Xiao and the others became busy.

"What a lonely person, aren't there so many senior brothers and sisters with you, well, I still have to leave beforehand, you eat slowly." ”

Murong Bai rubbed Murong Xiu's hair a little dotingly, and then turned around and left.

"Senior brother, I've grown up, why are you still rubbing my head. ”

It's okay not to say it, Murong Xiu just said it, and there was a burst of sighs from the surrounding senior brothers and sisters, and then looked at Murong Zheng shaking his hand and walking out of the dining hall, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and smirked at the senior brothers and sisters.

"Let's go, junior brother!"

"See you later, little junior brother who has grown up!"

"Hurry up and eat, and accompany my senior sister for a while. ”

"Little junior brother, I heard that a lot of interesting things happened when you went to Liaodong County, so I want to talk to the senior sisters about it in a while. ”

"Hehe, little junior brother's hair is so beautiful. ”

Since Murong Xiu sat relatively close to the door, every senior brother and sister rubbed his hair when they passed by, so that his hair, which he had finally combed, became unkempt after a while, and the most helpless thing for him was that the little senior sister who was as old as Murong Qiuxue came all the way to join in the fun.

"Senior brothers and sisters, please let go!"

Murong Xiu had some messy hair, and his mouth was pouting and pretending to be pitiful without tears, which made everyone laugh immediately.

A breakfast is quite 'warm', and relaxation must be thorough, this is Murong Bai's original words, he has nothing to do, and he has nowhere to go, so he has to go to the martial arts stage to watch everyone practice.

Seeing him appear, several senior sisters jumped up to greet him, saying that they would have to deal with them and talk about Liaodong County, he had nothing to refuse, when he first entered the Qi Sect, these senior sisters took care of him in every way, but in the past two years, he has been cultivating alone on the cliff, and he has indeed neglected this rare feeling.

So, he went through a few tricks with his senior sisters one by one, and several senior brothers insisted on comparing with him after seeing them, most of these fellow disciples are around the Seventh Heaven, so they are naturally not his opponents, and they are just learning from each other, not looking at the results, no matter who they learn from, they are all tied under his deliberate suppression of strength, which also saves everyone embarrassment.

In fact, everyone understands in their hearts that the little junior brother is no longer the little junior brother who just entered the Qi Sect before, among all the disciples, I am afraid that only a few people such as senior brother Murong Zheng can beat the little junior brother, and they are clamoring to learn just to promote their feelings, everyone has lived together for ten years, and no one wants to alienate anyone, let alone envy anyone.

This harmonious atmosphere made Murong Xiu's mood relax a lot, and talking and laughing with his peers relieved him a lot of pressure, maybe this is the result that Murong Bai wants to see.

The next day, Murong Xiu was still the same as the day before, after breakfast, he came to the martial arts stage, sometimes to discuss with everyone, sometimes to exchange with everyone about his experience in cultivation, except for meal time, he was almost always with everyone.

At the same time, this day was also the last day for Murong Bai to adjust his mentality, after these two days of communication with everyone, he felt that he had recovered as before, and his spirit was indescribably good, the ancients did not deceive me, one piece and one relaxation is the way of cultivation, this sentence is not wrong at all.

In the early morning, in front of the cliff, Murong Xiu and Murong Bai stood side by side, with a blue sky and white clouds on their heads, a raging river under their feet, and the bamboo sea behind them swaying non-stop, and the rustling sound seemed to be playing the overture of nature, quiet and far-reaching.

"It's good, I can adjust my mentality so quickly, it's good, it's good!"

Murong Bai used 'very good' and two 'good' to express his satisfaction with Murong Xiu, and then continued.

"The blue sky and white clouds, the river and the green bamboo, this is the gift of heaven and earth, do you know what this is?"

Because Murong Bai's tone was very solemn, Murong Xiu also put away his cynical appearance, looked up at the sky, lowered his head to look at the river, and looked back to see the bamboo, thinking of the former's words just now, he seemed to vaguely catch something, but he couldn't say it, so he could only shake his head.

"Meaning, heaven has heaven's will, water has water's will, even a bamboo has its meaning, everything in the world has a spirit, and a spirit is intentional. ”

As he spoke, Murong Bai stretched out his hand and pointed to the river under his feet, and said again.

"The river does not only flow forward, but even a still lake has its will. ”

Turning his head, Murong Bai looked at Murong Xiu deeply, his eyes burning, as if there were two sword intents beating in his eyes.

"If you want to be a good swordsman, you need to understand these four things, moves, qi, momentum, and will, all of which are indispensable. Moves are dead, people are alive, sword moves need practice makes perfect, you don't need to think about it for the time being. Qi, that is, sword qi, the stronger the strength, the stronger the sword qi, this can also be put first. ”。

"Let's talk about potential and intention, the two are inextricably linked. Momentum is momentum, but also sword momentum. Generally speaking, the sword potential is divided into innate and acquired: the innate sword is a unique momentum attached to the sword itself, which makes people addicted to it, of course, not really addicted, unless it is an evil sword that eats the lord; ”

"Meaning is the will, intention and other subjective consciousness, sword intent is the consciousness you give to the sword, is not only a unique perception in the way of the sword, but also can be said to be the momentum, qi, and the momentum released by the integration of the three. Because the sword is used by the person who holds the sword, the consciousness and level of the person determine the strength of the sword intent. ”