There is a busy little uncle on Wudang Mountain, who has to mix all kinds of books every day, walking back and forth between the back mountains, and that distressed appearance is obviously suffering a lot.

Compared with the little uncle in the eyes of the Taoist, he didn't know that there was a madman who practiced swords all day long in the back mountain, although he was not clothed and his Taoist clothes were neat and tidy, but he forgot to sleep and forgot to eat and ponder the hard work of the sword, which was really like a madman.

In addition to the daily eating, drinking, and sleeping and getting up, Li Chendong basically spends his time in the Sword Book, if it weren't for a heartbroken woman by his side, I'm afraid he would even forget to eat.

The swordsmanship in the sword book of Wudang Mountain is very wonderful, and there is no sword intent that opens and closes like the old man, and there is no exquisite sword move of Mei Thirteen Swords, and some are only the avenues that derive all things.

From smoke and dust to all things, all from derivation to destruction, the whole avenue is reincarnated. The weather recorded in the sword book is myriad, and it is a great way of kendo that Li Chenfeng has never seen.

Li Chenfeng is not only a genius with a sword, but also an unforgettable genius, every book from the beginning to the end, can be quickly remembered in his mind, although some sword books are difficult to understand, but can also be painted according to the gourd, the sword move posture is completely displayed.

The reason why Wang Ye is busy is also that he is busy here, from one book a day at the beginning, he began to gradually expand upward, and even reached ten books a day at the most.

If you encounter an incomprehensible sword book, you may be delayed for a while, which is undoubtedly the most leisurely time for Uncle Wudang.

will always take the opportunity to find the Qin girl in his mouth and make up a sentence, although he is basically ignored, but this has become something he has to do every day. The annoyed woman finally began to be immune, and she had the ability to ignore it tirelessly.

Li Chenfeng spent a month learning two hundred sword books, and the avenue moves on the sword book were also learned, so he went to Wudang Bamboo Forest again, and had another sword competition with the sword idiot, although the result was still a big defeat, but the tricks had become six moves.

I thought that Li Chenfeng was just swallowing dates for a month, but who would have thought that since it was really effective, not only did Ye Jian's face change, but even the other three people also gained knowledge.

What is a genius, I'm afraid it can be explained with the three words Li Chenfeng.

After the defeat in the second battle, Li Chenfeng was still not discouraged, and then returned to the back mountain and continued to torture the little uncle Wudang who was running back and forth.

Sometimes Wang Ye, who is really tired, wants to move the sword book to the back mountain, but when he thinks of the man who forgets to sleep and eat when he practices the sword book, this idea has to be stopped.

He didn't want his friend to die suddenly on the sword before his injuries were healed.

What is surprising is that the sword idiot Taoist, who originally had some extremely comfortable accommodation, also came to the lake by the stone wall in the back mountain after the competition that day and set up a place to live.

In addition to occasionally watching Li Chenfeng practice swordsmanship during the day, sometimes he would kindly give a few pointers, and he would also read the sword books he had read again.

A temporary sword idiot, a real sword idiot, has undoubtedly become the most unique situation in the back mountain. Even a few Wudang real people occasionally come to the back mountain to watch, and the two hardly exchange a few words a day, which really makes them unbearable, and the back mountain is too lively and deserted.

During this period, Li Chenfeng looked for Ye Jian to compete, and thought that he could go through more than six moves, but he knew that Ye Jian only used two moves, and then defeated him, and the branches that flew out of his hands were the same as the first fight.

The only thing that is different is that Ye Jian, who made moves with his left hand two times before, has changed to his right hand this time, and the sword moves in his hand are undoubtedly not faster.

Wang Ye, who is full of hope, can only silently accept this reality and continue to run errands, who knows how many times he has walked this road between the back mountain and the front mountain, and even the trail that is not obvious has gradually become clear.

Li Chenfeng, who is smart, no longer blindly studies the sword book, but after reading a few books, he compares a few moves with Ye Jian, and he is not discouraged when he loses, and he never stops.

Ye Jian, a sword addict with excellent patience, seems to have found something interesting, and there is no laziness in this regard, and he will make two moves every time to defeat it again and again.

After learning another 400 sword books, Li Chenfeng spent two months, and the two of them who could make moves every day no longer had the competition to wait for. I spend most of my days in competitions.

In the past two months, Li Chenfeng, who has learned four hundred sword books, has gone from a rout in the first move, to a reluctant one, and then slowly accumulated, adding one move every few days.

In the last two months, he was able to pass a total of seven moves, and it was in the case of Ye Jian's right hand. Seven moves seem to be the limit, and then you can't pass one move again, and every time you will be picked off the weapon in your hand with a wooden sword, and then put it on your neck.

Within a month after that, Li Chenfeng read the remaining two hundred sword books, and even the moves were all integrated, and what was surprising was that in this month's time, he had never looked for Ye Jian to compare once.

And what is abnormal is that since I have read all kinds of Taoist books in Wudang Mountain, there are all kinds of things.

Wang Ye even thought for a while that Li Chenfeng was stupid to read a book, and he had gone mad, standing in front of him many times, stretching out in front of the sight of the book, shaking his arms, hoping to interrupt the man who might be stunned.

Naturally, every time he was kicked away by Qin Qi, who was by his side, he sent the annoying little uncle Wudang far away, and never listened to the exaggerated words in his mouth.

Qin Qi only looked at the man beside him who was speechless with only slightly worried eyes.

The last month passed, Li Chenfeng, who had gained a lot, closed the Taoist book in his hand, and the season from the east end was now full of birds and flowers, and the surrounding tall grass and vegetation surprised him.

From the study of the sword book to the familiarization of a large number of Taoist documents, it took five months to accumulate. I was just immersed in the world of the book, and I didn't pay close attention to the many changes in the outside world.

Li Chenfeng took a sharp breath, the bright sunshine sprinkled on his face, there was always a sense of freedom, the wildflowers bloomed extremely gorgeously, many bees and butterflies wandered around the flowers, landing on the flowers from time to time, experiencing the fragrance of the flowers.

Looking at the empty place by the lake, the original shed has now disappeared, Ye Jian had already left a month ago, and he didn't speak or leave anything when he left.

Qin Qi, who was late, carried fruit in his hand, walked unhurriedly with his bare jade feet, and the chatter of the Taoist priest behind him obviously became the wind in his ears, and he all quietly ignored the past.

When he saw the man who usually held a book, standing in front of the lake unusually today, and even cast his eyes, Qin Qi's face was happy, and he threw the fruit basket in his hand to the Taoist priest on the side, and ran towards the man by the lake excitedly with his little feet.

The bell rings with its bare feet and seems to have a cheerful sound.

Qin Qi didn't care about other people's opinions, and jumped directly onto Li Chenfeng's body, his legs tightly wrapped around his straight waist, his hands around his neck, and looked at the man who was close at hand.

"Miss Qin..."

Wang Ye, who hurriedly took over the fire blue, just straightened up, looked at the scene by the lake, swallowed the words in his throat, and some straight eyes stayed on the two of them, until the fruit in the fruit basket was scattered on the ground, and he didn't react.

Hurriedly retracted his gaze, bent down to pick up the fruits scattered on the ground, those eyes focused on the land, hidden in the back of the bent down, were full of inexpressible emotions, an emotion that had never appeared in his world.

Maybe he was tired of hanging, Qin Qi took the initiative to jump down, still standing beside Li Chenfeng, and when he saw his fruit fall to the ground, he immediately ran back to the fruit basket and twisted the ear of the Taoist priest who was picking up the fruit.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Wang Ye couldn't help but shout.

Qin Qi did not relent, let go of Uncle Wudang's ears, slapped Wang Ye's palm that wanted to help, and picked up the fruit by himself.

"Brother Wang, I don't know where your fourth senior brother has gone?" Li Chenfeng stepped forward and asked.

Wang Ye rubbed his ears, his previous emotions were gone, and he returned to his previous appearance.

"Hey, why didn't you read today, are you sick?" Wang Ye pinched his chin and walked around Li Chenfeng.

In the past few months, Li Chenfeng was immersed in the world of books all day long, Wang Ye once thought that this friend of his was afraid that he had gone mad and completely demonic, but he knew that since he was good today, he would not read books or dance swords.