In the fourth year of worshipping the bun, Bai Yun stepped on the way of the sword as he wished.

As Li Feng said, if the heart is calm like water, the river will come out like a dragon. The ultimate in kendo is the sword to go with your heart, the clouds and water, the master's moves are all within reach, but the three-foot long sword in the hand makes it flexible and delicate, and then with the qi machine sword, ten steps to kill a person for thousands of miles without leaving a trace.

The sword momentum gives birth to sword qi, and the sword qi gives birth to sword gang, so that the essence of the sword is the wrist strength, the wrist force is free, and the strength and weakness are driven together, so that the sword can be used freely and the strongest sword momentum can be exploded.

Bai Yun had never been in contact with kendo when he first went to the bun, even though Li Feng had high hopes for him, he was unwilling to do the adventurous act of pulling out the seedlings, so he let Bai Yun touch the fire pebbles for four years, bathed in the fire egg pool, and opened up the meridians around the body to build a foundation of the sea of qi, and thousands of tall buildings rose from the ground to lay a solid foundation for sword practice, and Bai Yun carried a basket of fire pebbles every day to shuttle through the mountain stream path, and the waist and foot strength he practiced were also very unattainable. Impetuousness is a taboo in practicing swords, carving fire pebbles can not only make the white clouds self-cultivation and self-cultivation mind calm as water, but also exercise wrist strength and finger work, after four years of experience and beating, today's white clouds can be described as white butterflies breaking cocoons.

When the scorching sun took his headshot, Li Feng asked Bai Yun to stretch out his arms, and put fire pebbles on his arms, and said: "If you want to become a great weapon, you must first work hard and work your muscles and bones, you first stand under the scorching sun for half an hour, your hands must not be crooked, if the fire pebbles fall and then stand for half an hour." ”

Li Feng said solemnly: "The first thing to do is to hold the sword when practicing the sword, if you can't even hold the sword steadily, you will no longer be using the sword but being made by the sword." ”

The fire pebbles added up by Bai Yun's two arms are about three or four catties, in other words, ordinary people don't want to say that they are not allowed to move with their arms full of fire pebbles, that is, they stand in the scorching sun with their arms empty-handed, and after half an hour, Rao will not faint but also collapse.

After setting up the fire pebbles, Li Feng did not return to the shade to point out the country, but stood under the scorching sun with Baiyun.

The scorching sun was like a fire, and the young man's lips turned from purple to white still raised his arms without moving, and there was not a trace of trembling up and down his body.

When half an hour came, Li Feng patted Bai Yun's stiff right arm to signal that the time had come.

Li Feng's shot has a deep meaning, and it seems that the implementation of the hand is hidden in the mystery, and it has the intention of being soft and rigid, wanting to shake the mountain.

The white clouds are immovable, as steady as Mount Tai

Li Feng has a flood in his heart, the young man has been carving fire pebbles for four years, whether it is the strength of the fingers or the endurance of the arms have been trained first-class, it is not too hard to say that it is as hard as iron, Rao is an ordinary swordsman can hardly have this effect after ten years of sword practice, the progress of the young man is visible to the naked eye, Li Feng is sincerely pleased.

Back then, the white-haired old man who never left his hand with a wine gourd all day long asked Li Feng to carve fire pebbles for five years before teaching him to practice swords.

At this moment, Li Feng looked at Bai Yun silently, as if he was looking at himself who had stepped on the sword path at the beginning of the year.

Next, Li Feng did not teach Bai Yun any advanced sword moves or mysterious formulas, but just asked Bai Yun to repeat eight movements: slamming, stabbing, obliquely, horizontally, vertically, splitting, withdrawing, and vertically.

The young man was bent on the sword and didn't ask much.

Every day after that, in addition to raising his arms to train his endurance, Bai Yun repeatedly practiced the eight movements granted by Li Feng with purple bamboo branches.

In the early morning, he practiced swords by the forest stream, and at night he sweated in the moonlight, and he practiced swords bare-chested no matter day and night, and over time, his skin became a heavy bronz.

Spring goes and autumn comes.

It is certainly tedious to practice the eight movements granted by Li Feng over and over again, but Bai Yun is well versed in Li Feng's good intentions, where in the world is there an easy step to reach the sky, and the fancy sword moves are just embroidered pillows, and only by laying a good foundation can it be possible to rise on the road of the sword.

It is rare that the days of sword practice are not lonely, the bear with red spots on the eyebrows is often accompanied by Bai Yun, and the little monster often imitates the posture of Bai Yun practicing swords, and the movements are funny and ridiculous, which makes Bai Yun tired of it, and it can be regarded as finding a trace of fun in the boring.

On this day, Bai Yun sweated like a sprinkle under the scorching sun, tirelessly practicing the eight-move sword style.

Li Xin'er, who has grown up from the bean crown to the jasper family, carried a bamboo basket covered with cotton cloth, and quietly came to the big tree next to the young man's sword practice, there is a big bluestone with smooth ice muscles under the tree, the color is deep but transparent and flawless, it is the treasure that Li Feng brought back by the endless sea, sitting on it in the hot summer is as cool as cold water pouring, usually practicing sword under the scorching sun for a long time, when the heart is impetuous, as long as the white clouds sit on the big bluestone slab, the impetuousness in the heart is gone.

Li Xin'er, whose embryos bloomed like flowers and jade, put down the bamboo basket and sat on the big bluestone with her hands on her cheeks.

"Senior sister... Bai Yun knew that he had made a mistake, so he immediately changed his words and said, "Senior sister, why are you here?"

Bai Yun practiced his sword bare-chested, and hurriedly put on his shirt at the moment, his face flushed like the afterglow.

Li Xin'er crossed her arms and smiled: "Let's see if you have grown, what's the matter, don't you welcome me as a senior sister?"

The girl's clear and shining eyes were like a clear spring, and after glancing at each other, Bai Yun's face was red and her ears were gone, and she hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, no, no." ”

"You, if you want to practice the sword hard, don't let down my father's hard work, if I find out that you are lazy. Li Xin'er snorted lightly and said in the tone of an elder reprimanding a junior.

"Senior sister, don't worry, I will definitely practice my sword well. Bai Yun patted his chest and replied.

"That's pretty much it. Li Xin'er took out a bowl of chilled sour plum soup from the wooden basket: "Come over and rest for a while." ”

The moment he took the sour plum soup, Bai Yun seemed to be in a state of flux, his heart beat faster, and his cheeks were so hot that they almost smoked.

The mountain breeze blows the lake for 100,000 miles, and there are no waves and ripples.

The two sat side by side on the big bluestone slab, the mountain wind blew through the cool heart, and there were ripples in Baiyun's heart for a long time.

The young man's heart wave was like a golden bottle of wine staggering, and Li Xin'er immediately rewarded a violent millet: "What are you doing in a daze, junior brother?"

"No... No, I was just thinking about the sword pose. Bai Yun lowered his head with a clumsy face and a red face.

"You're really stupid, you've only practiced these eight sword styles when you have the right time, and I've already learned them. Li Xin'er said casually.

Bai Yun smiled from his heart without refutation, and drank the sour plum soup in the bowl.

"Why are you learning swords?" asked Li Xin'er coldly.

"For the sake of the people of heart. Bai Yun's eyes were resolute.

"The person in my heart?" Li Xin'er said something in her mouth, but her face was surprised.

Bai Yun didn't say a word, just quietly looked to the north.

"You practice swords so detestantly, can you surpass my father before the age of fifty?" Li Xin'er quipped.

Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, and subconsciously clenched the purple bamboo branch in his hand.

Late at night, the moonlight shines through the window paper.

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, Bai Yun recalled Li Xin'er's unintentional words, and his heart was inexplicably mixed.

No matter how hard you work to practice the sword, what's the use? If you can't enter the Tiangang realm before the age of fifty, how can you talk about revenge for your master? Bai Yun stroked the rosewood bead on his wrist, and this spiritual wooden bead seemed to have a spirit in his heart, glowing with a faint dark blue light.

It's autumn again, the dead leaves are scattered, the young man is still barearmed, his bronze complexion is like three points, and the purple bamboo branch in his hand has been replaced by a blunt iron sword.

The young man held the sword up and down, obviously not a newborn calf, so that the sword was like a dragon and a clean and neat, the long sword swept to attract the fallen leaves, and the sword wind lasted for a long time, and there was a feeling of dry clouds.

Tang Dali and the others applauded one after another, and the little monster and the white and black ones were especially eyeballs.

"The sword is like a dragon, swing the sword to make the wind, good!" said a middle-aged man with a shoulder or two of dust behind the crowd without hesitation.

Everyone looked back, and Li Feng put his hands on his sleeves and smiled.

"Master?" Bai Yun said in surprise.

Li Feng's praise made Bai Yun's heart hot, these days Bai Yun in addition to eating and sleeping, in his free time to practice the eight sword styles taught by Li Feng, but Li Feng himself rarely appeared, only occasionally came to watch a few times and then left, but even so, Bai Yun was still carving the sun and the moon and wielding his sword and sweating.

"Tonight, the Moon Pavilion. After that, Li Feng Shenlong saw that he couldn't see the end, and turned around and left.

Bai Yun looked at Li Feng's back and was confused.

At that time, Bai Yun took his sword and went to the Lanyue Pavilion as promised, the Lanyue Pavilion was built in the back mountain of Feilai Peak, and he first had to walk through a mountain stream path, which was some distance away from his residence.

The shadows of the trees under the moon swayed, and the reflections of people and iron swords were stretched slender by the moonlight.

The young man sighed for no reason, the iron sword was given to him by Li Feng to Tang Dali some time ago, although it was extremely sharp and clumsy, but for Bai Yun, who touched the sword for the first time in his life, it was like a treasure, and he couldn't let the iron sword get a little dust after repeatedly wiping it every day.

Some people will ask, it is just an ordinary iron sword, why is this kind of care? Only Bai Yun is well versed in the sweet and sour, day and night swinging the sword and sweating, the loneliness in his heart has nowhere to tell, only the iron sword can be wordless.

After walking along the trail in the back mountain for a while, the shadow of the Lanyue Pavilion vaguely appeared in front of me.

A lonely small pavilion is built near the cliff, it is clear that there are many years, and I don't know how much wind and rain wipers have experienced, the railing pillars have faded to the original conspicuous vermilion, and there is a dilapidated wooden plaque with three big characters written on the pavilion.

In the pavilion, the back of a middle-aged man stands alone.

The middle-aged man with an elegant posture looked up at the sky, as if a statue was in a fixed position, and what was different from usual was that there was an extra sword in the man's hand.

"Master, the disciple is here. Bai Yun also looked up at the night sky, but there was only a deep sky left above the night sky except for the bright and immaculate silver moon.

Li Feng hummed calmly.

Bai Yun wondered, what was Li Feng doing at this time for him to come to the Moon Pavilion?

"What do you think of the moonlight tonight?" Li Feng asked.

"As white as snow, flawless and bright. "Bai Yun's heart swept over the vast and boundless snowfield.

Li Feng nodded, suddenly turned around and asked, "Is your heart as bright as this moonlight?"