Feng Yang gently closed the book, stood up and stretched. After looking at it for a while, she realized that Mei'er was no longer around, and the sword book of "Liuyun Swordsmanship" that she showed her was quietly resting on the table.

Feng Yang looked around, but there was no trace of Mei'er, and he thought to himself: "This stinky girl slipped there quietly?"

Feng Yang sat back on the cushion again, poured a cup of boiling water and took a sip, thinking: "Although this 'Liangyi Sword Technique' can't be practiced, the sword intent of the sword technique can't be comprehended. If you still memorize such a good swordsmanship, you may be able to practice it in the future. I opened the "Liangyi Sword Technique" again, and memorized the moves of the sword technique with my heart. These moves had already been memorized by heart, but he was afraid of missing them so he read them again.

Feng Yang closed the sword score again, closed his eyes and meditated in his heart again, at this time two phantoms floated in his mind at the same time, moving and jumping, the two swords were separated from each other to attack up and down, sometimes combined into a ball and squeezed forward, and suddenly turned into light and shadow to surround the body. Feng Yang rehearsed in his heart over and over again, and the more times he practiced, the more mysterious he felt. He had already comprehended the sword intent of the 'Liangyi Sword Technique', and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wonderful".

There was a sound of porcelain falling to the ground in my ears, and then a coquettish voice: "What is the name of the stinky boy, I was startled, I broke a bowl, and you didn't have to eat at noon." ”

Feng Yang was also shocked by his own "wonderful" and opened his eyes, just in time to see Mei'er's frightened expression, and saw her complaining over there. I couldn't help laughing: "Haha...... Ha ha. ”

"You're laughing. Mei'er stood at the round table and stomped her jade feet.

"A good sister is a small one that is not good, and it scares your old man. Your old man, please sit down and eat, and let the small ones on the ground pick them up," Feng Yang stood up and smiled at Mei'er. turned Mei'er's little face from cloudy to sunny, standing at the table and smiling coquettishly.

"You said it yourself, clean up the ground. This girl is going to eat. After speaking, she ignored the broken porcelain on the ground, sat down and picked up the rice bowl and ate it, but her charming eyes turned on Feng Yang.

Feng Yang smiled and cleaned up the porcelain pieces on the ground, walked to Mei'er's side, and said with a smile: "Good sister, enjoy the food, the little stomach is so hungry." ”

Mei'er put down the rice bowl in her hand, and said in a serious and deep voice with a serious face: "Well, for the sake of your kid's clean collection, this girl will reward you with a bowl of rice." He sat there and laughed.

Feng Yang sat on the chair, and was about to take the bowl to see that there was only a clay bowl containing rice in the food box, and there was nothing else, so he couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing this, Mei'er laughed and said, "I told you earlier, you don't have to eat lunch." After speaking, he looked at Feng Yang with schadenfreude.

"Who said I didn't have to eat?" Feng Yang picked up the pottery bowl and put it on the table in front of him with an unconvinced face, picked up the spoon and took out the rice and ate it. The food is very indecent, like a beggar grabbing food, and Mei'er, who is sitting on the side, points at him and laughs even more.

"Eat quickly, the rice is getting cold. Feng Yang said with rice in his mouth, not salty or light.

Mei'er still couldn't hold it down, and she still couldn't smile. Feng Yang also ignored her anymore, and ate by himself, sweeping the food in front of him like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and the kung fu table with less than half a cup of tea was at the bottom.

Feng Yang burped and stood up. Mei'er sat there in amazement with her rice bowl in hand. After a while, he came back to his senses, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, are you a hungry ghost reincarnated? ”

Feng Yang smiled and said, "Good sister, aren't you hungry when I run around with you early in the morning? ”

"Okay, stinky boy counts you as justified. Mei'er looked at the endgame on the table, with a helpless face, and could only eat the chopsticks when she lifted them.

Feng Yang sat back on the cushion next to the tea table, took the sword book written "Shaoyang Swordsmanship" and opened it to watch. The first page of this sword book reads 'Shaoyang Sword Technique', which is the superior sword technique of the Artemisia Mountain Sword Sect.

Feng Yang couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that it was a superior swordsmanship, and opened it to read the swordsmanship moves. I saw that the moves were fierce, there were very few tricks, and each move was a big opening and closing, straight to the front three ways, and only the second move in the back was soft. In this book, there are a lot of flaws in the 'Shaoyang Sword Technique', there are two flaws with few, there are many flaws, and there are four flaws in the last two moves. The move used to crack it is still the Plum Blossom Villa exercise.

Feng Yang felt a little strange in his heart, and couldn't help but wonder: "This 'Shaoyang Sword Technique' is the superior sword technique of the Haoshan Sect, how can there be so many flaws? The further back the normal exercises, the more flaws can there be? These sword moves are all wide open and close, straight to the front three ways, such a fierce attack method is not used with a long sword? But this is also not right. How can it be called swordsmanship without a sword? Or the sword used in the Artemisia Mountain Sword is specially made, and it may be a special sword, and this kind of sword is likely to be long and thick, so it can be said that most of the sword moves are made by slashing and stabbing. And why are there so many flaws in the next two moves? Could it be related to the internal strength and mental method they practice?"

Feng Yang thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out why the flaws in the next two moves would increase. In my heart, I felt that this 'Shaoyang Sword Technique' should need the blessing of the internal strength of the Artemisia Mountain Sword Sect in order to exert the power of the sword technique. The simple 'Shaoyang Sword Technique's moves were mediocre and flawed, Feng Yang lost interest in it and didn't study it anymore, but he remembered the moves.

Feng Yang closed the sword book of "Shaoyang Sword Technique", and when he looked up, he found that Mei'er was no longer in the attic, and couldn't help muttering: "The stinky girl disappeared silently again." He glanced at the books on the tea table and thought: "The stinky girl is not there, these books have been read, and drinking tea by yourself is boring, so it is better to go to the library to change a few books and come back." With his mind set up, he picked up the book on the table and walked out of the small attic to the library.

After a while, Feng Yang went up to the fifth floor of the library building and put back the "Acupuncture Record" and then retreated to the fourth floor, first returned the sword book in his hand to its original position, and then rummaged through the shelf.

After nearly half an hour, Feng Yang picked up the eight sword books he had selected and walked downstairs. He put the sword score and the jade plate on the table in front of the idiot old man, and respectfully bowed and said, "Trouble the idiot to help the juniors register." ”

The idiot still slowly put down the book in his hand, looked at the jade card with a cloudy gaze, and then looked at the large stack of books on the table, raised his head and stared at Feng Yang for a long time.

Feng Yang was uncomfortable with being looked at by the idiot, and felt that his cloudy eyes could see through everything about himself. I couldn't help but feel a little chilled, and asked, "What's wrong with the old man, is there anything wrong?"

I saw that the old man seemed to have no bright ears, ignored Feng Yang's inquiry, slowly retracted his gaze expressionlessly, and slowly took a pen to record the title of the book. After waiting for a long time, the idiot put the book list, Feng Yang put away the jade card, picked up the sword book on the table, and respectfully saluted the idiot before walking out of the library and returning to the small attic.

When Feng Yang returned to the small attic, he saw that Mei'er had returned and was cleaning the lobby. He opened his mouth and asked, "Sister Mei'er, do you want me to help?"

"No, if you're bored, boil water and make tea. Mei'er rubbed the confession.

The small attic only has four maidservants come to clean on the first day and fifteenth day of the new year, and usually Meier is responsible for taking care of it, and it is the beginning of the month, so only Meier cleans.

"Alright then, I'll boil the water. Feng Yang walked to the tea table and put the sword book in his hand on the table, poured the charcoal ash in the tea stove, and added new charcoal to make a fire to boil water. In the past few days, he has taken the pill given to him by Mei Qingjie, and his body has basically recovered as before, although his internal strength has been lost, his physical strength is no different from that of ordinary people.

After Feng Yang washed the tea set, he sat down on the cushion and picked up the "Spirit Frost Sword Technique" he had just brought back and looked at it. 'Lingshuang Sword Technique' is a peerless school of the Tianshan School, consisting of a total of 24 moves and 36 styles. The first eighteen moves are one move and one style, from nineteen moves to twenty-three moves are composed of two styles, and twenty-four moves are composed of eight styles.

Feng Yang looked at the introduction and said in his heart: "This sword technique is not much inferior to the 'Liangyi Sword Technique'. It is not easy to practice, and the last move cannot be used without a profound body method, no wonder the Tianshan faction ranks in the top ten in the martial arts, which shows that he has a profound background. This swordsmanship is subtle and profound, see if you can sort it out for Sister Mei'er to practice. Thinking of this, Feng Yang sorted out his thoughts, calmed down and carefully looked at the sword moves, and entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

These sword moves are just a general idea, and it takes Feng Yang to sort out the changes to get through, and it took him more than two hours to sort out the first eighteen moves. I rehearsed it in my head, exhaled and stood up. The light in the attic was already lit only to realize that it was dark, and when he looked around, he noticed that Mei'er was sleeping on the table next to him. Stretched out his hand and pushed her and said, "Wake up, why are you sleeping here?"

Mei'er opened her sleepy eyes, shook her head, and said calmly, "Have you finished reading? He got up and walked to the round table, and Feng Yang followed.

After the meal, Feng Yang poured a glass of water, and was just about to put the kettle back on the charcoal stove when he realized that it was not the original kettle, and turned his head and asked Mei'er, "Why did you change the kettle?"

"It's not that you cracked the kettle, so I'm embarrassed to ask. Mei'er glared at the wind and said coquettishly.

"I cracked the kettle?" Feng Yang muttered after a moment's pause.

"It's not that I ask you to boil water in the afternoon while cleaning the lobby. Seeing Feng Yang staying there, Mei'er couldn't help but say angrily with a confused expression.

"Oh. Feng Yang always remembered it and smiled awkwardly.

"You boil the water first, and I'll go to the kitchen and come back to make tea." Walking out with the food box, he turned around and smiled when he was about to step out of the threshold: "Don't burn the kettle again." After speaking, he ignored the wind and walked away with a smile.

Feng Yang shook his head helplessly, looked at the kettle but didn't move to boil the water. Putting down the water cup in his hand, he picked up the "Spirit Frost Sword Technique" on the table and looked at it.