The branches and leaves in the forest turned yellow and green, green and yellow. The breeze blows, and the golden autumn leaves wash and fall, as if a golden rain has fallen in this quiet mountain forest.

Between the fallen leaves in the sky, the man in Tsing Yi shook his wrist, and the wooden sword in his hand danced a beautiful sword flower in mid-air, as if there was an invisible sword wind, and the flying fallen leaves stopped dancing for a while, accompanied by the wooden sword in the man's hand gradually converged into a Tai Chi yin and yang fish.

The man's movements in his hands are getting faster and faster, sometimes chopping and chopping, sometimes picking and stabbing, sword shadows flying, and sword flowers rise and fall one after another, which is dizzying. When he came to the back, he couldn't even see the movements of the man in Tsing Yi clearly, and he could only vaguely distinguish the afterimage of the vermilion wood sword left in mid-air because it was swung too fast.

In the forest, it was as if time and space had stood still, and only the lonely sword dance of the man remained. In mid-air, the yin and yang fish formed by the convergence of fallen leaves became bigger and bigger. Until the man stabbed out a sword that seemed to be as light as catkins and as thunderous. The time and space between the trees seemed to flow again, the yin and yang fish fell to the ground abruptly, and the fallen leaves floated again.

Li Canglan couldn't help but be stupid, this was the first time in the past three years that Li Hetu had demonstrated to him other sword moves besides the chopping and stabbing. Unexpectedly, my father's swordsmanship was so clever. Li Canglan was stunned in place, but was still pulled back to his thoughts by Liu Lingyu's cheers.

It is the late autumn time, the mountains and fields are dyed, it is a good time to enjoy the autumn, this is not Li Hetu took his wife and son to this leafy field forest, swimming in the landscape. Resting on his feet, Li Canglan pretended to be his wife's mouth, shouting for Li Hetu to dance the sword to cheer up.

How could Li Hetu not know that this mischievous son has a little Jiujiu in his heart, and he is called dancing with a sword to help fun, but in fact, he is obsessed with teaching himself new sword moves. In addition, in the past three years, his son has not slackened his daily homework of chopping and picking thorns, and he has made great progress, and he seems to be quite hot at a glance, and it is time to teach some advanced sword moves, and he will not shirk it at the moment, so there is this fluttering sword dance in the forest.

Three years of wind and frost have not left a mark on Li Hetu's face, on the contrary, casting a sword in the dry and scorching environment in the furnace room every day, his skin has become more and more shiny, and his face is ruddy and beautiful. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find Li Hetu, and there is a faint purple qi lingering around his body.

It turned out that Li Hetu's sword casting with all his might every day in the past three years was actually of great benefit to the cultivation of internal strength, and the bottleneck of martial arts that had been stagnant due to heart disease for many years was also broken in this difficult penance of water drops. This Purple Flame Realm of Fire Resistance Technique, which has been untouched for nearly a hundred years, is becoming more and more complete by Li Hetu.

"Lan'er, can you really see it?" Li Hetu asked with a smile.

"Dad, you dance so fast, where can I see it clearly?" Li Canglan said with a sad face: "You are obviously making things difficult for me! I don't believe you asked your mother to judge the reasoning."

Liu Lingyu kicked away the ball with a smile: "Lan'er, where do I know the kung fu of the sword? I just think that your father's sword is good-looking, you have to learn it seriously, don't be lazy." ”

Li Canglan saw that Aunt Liu, who had always spoiled her, fell under her father's sword power for a while, and stopped speaking for herself, she felt aggrieved, and couldn't help but pout, and began to be angry.

Li Hetu couldn't help but be happy when he saw the child's behavior in Canglan, laughed and scolded the stupid child, and began to give his son a trick and a style to talk about the essence of swordsmanship: "This Qiankun Liangyi swordsmanship pays attention to a yin and yang adjustment, overcomes rigidity with softness, and the trick is in a clever word." Force is skillful, and trick is trick. Draw the internal force of the dantian, pass through the acupoints in the body, and accumulate them in the wrist Shangyang acupoints and send them out, this is the first move, and the name is a single sword. ”

In three years, Li Canglan not only practiced the fire resistance technique, but also completed the daily homework of chopping and picking thorns. couldn't resist Liu Lingyu, so he was sent to Wang Xiucai to learn to read and write.

This Wang Xiucai seems to be a foreigner, but when he came to this Caotang Village, he was a few years earlier than Li Hetu, he was almost old, had no wife and no children, and was alone. Running a herb shop in the village alone, the business is sluggish, barely making ends meet. Although the livelihood of the herb shop is bleak, this Wang Xiucai is a good handwriter, and during the New Year's holidays, there is an endless stream of people from all over the country who come to ask for couplets. It is not difficult to see that he is a person with a bit of serious knowledge.

Li Canglan is smart and literate quickly. In addition, he understands that the old man is lonely and lonely, and he accompanies this Wang Xiucai every day to make fun of him, which is deeply pleasing to the old man. Over time, Wang Xiucai not only taught Li Canglan to read and write, but also taught him the skills of recognizing medicine and acupoints, and calligraphy in couplets.

With this foundation of acupuncture, Li Canglan understood his father's teachings a little easier. At that moment, he followed the points instructed by his father and began to practice. All of a sudden, the true qi of the acupoints in the middle of the body was agitated, and Li Canglan took advantage of the situation, only to feel that in an instant, he had accumulated in the wrist Shangyang acupoint to the point where he had to send it.

No longer patient, with the sword pointed, only to hear a bang, falling leaves, the big tree trunk in front of him is still a few feet away from the wooden sword, but it has been pierced by the true power poured out of the tip of the sword, and the edge of the damaged place, faintly with a bit of orange.

Li Canglan couldn't help but be stunned, looking at his mother, Liu Lingyu looked back at the moment, but he had an ordinary expression. The two of them couldn't have imagined that the first sword they practiced, a sword in their hands, would be so powerful, and they couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

Not to mention that the mother and son were surprised, but Li Hetu himself was secretly speechless. When he was a child, he knew that his son was talented, and in the past three years of penance, he must have made great progress, and he had already made great expectations in his heart.

In addition to his sword dance a while ago, this move "Single Sword Rise" is also the first time he has taught it, and there is no possibility of practicing it in advance. With a little guidance, Li Canglan has already been smooth, and the operation of Zhenli is even more sluggish. The swordsmen in the ordinary rivers and lakes have been practicing for more than 20 years, and the posture they have used is not as good as Li Canglan's achievements.

Look at the faint orange color of the broken trunk, which is clearly a sign of the cultivation of fire resistance to the first level of "turning into a flame and becoming orange", although fire resistance is not a pure internal practice method, but it is used to resist fire, but the use of its own internal force also has a subtle impact, the most intuitive is that the real power is stained with some colors of the corresponding realm of fire resistance.

In the past, he had been practicing hard for more than ten years, and when he was only seventeen years old, he had his first glimpse of the door of the realm of "turning flames into oranges". If those elders see the vicissitudes of the tide, I'm afraid that even their jaws will drop in shock.

Li Hetu was happy in his heart, but on the surface, he was silent, and praised a few words of goodness, and then continued to practice the remaining moves of the Qiankun Liangyi Sword. One listened carefully, and the other spoke carefully. Liu Lingyu looked at the focused father and son with great interest, and showed a knowing smile.

On this day, the three of them did not return home hand in hand until sunset and night was approaching.