Shake a watch, a well-known guy among the disciples on the nineteenth floor, of course, not like Mu Ruyi, famous for his talent, but because of a word of mouth.

Shake one shift and only practice one sword a day.

Every time the disciple on the second floor finished his day's homework, he walked out of the courtyard slowly, carried his sword, walked to the stream on the second floor, sat cross-legged, and did not take out the sword, just sat with his eyes closed, and sat for five hours, if it weren't for the action of his palm gently caressing the spine of the sword, the rest of the brothers and sisters felt that this guy was just sleeping in a different place.

Every time the sunset will fall on the mountain, shake a watch will slowly open his eyes, and then hand out a sword, and there is only one sword, or flat chopping, or sprinting, or horizontal wipe, are very basic sword moves, the movement is very slow, very light, and not like stuck in the mud, but as if deliberately slowing down the action.

Just like his movements, his cultivation growth is also slow, but he is very solid step by step.

At this time, the mountain peaks, the breeze blows, the stands fall into silence, it is very quiet, and the sound of the wind blowing is very clear.

Shaking a sword and holding his sword, a fresh breeze came from all directions, hovering over his sword, one after another, it looked like a white wave surging on his sword.

This sword has been gathering momentum for too long.

After a long time, Chen Anzhi was a little sleepy, looking at the young man with his sword.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you think Miss Mu can take this sword?" Du Yizhuang noticed the expression on Chen Anzhi's face and asked.

Chen Anzhi said: "I don't know if I can take this sword, but if it were me, I would interrupt his movements while he was gaining momentum." ”

Chen Anzhi will not let the other party use this sword, not because of the problem of taking it and not being able to take it, he just simply thinks that this kind of behavior is stupid, on the battlefield, fighting to the death, every second is extremely precious, not to mention that the victory or defeat of the sword cultivation battle is only in an instant, even if it is against a martial artist, such a long time is enough to make the other party close.

Therefore, this Great Sword Immortal would never do this.

Because of his sword, it is faster.

Shake Yigen suddenly let go of his hand, and his sword flew high into the air, making a sound of gusting winds, sounding like a raging wind passing through.

The sword drew an arc, and when you look closely, it is just a simple chop, accompanied by the breeze, and falls.

A long line of snow white rushed from one end to the other, like a stream pouring down, like a breeze blowing on the face.

There are two choices in front of the girl, one is to dodge, and the other is to resist.

Without hesitation, she had to take this sword qi hard, in the girl's heart, if she dodged this sword, how could she be regarded as a great sword immortal.

Mu Ruyi's face sank, the aura in his body was exhausted, staring at the white line, pinching the trick in front of him with one hand, holding the long sword in the other, and the sword body emitted a faint ripple.

Bang.

The white lines spread out in an instant, and the sword qi was like a stream meeting a stubborn stone, pouring along the edge of the ripples, and Mu Ruyi blocked most of the sword qi with a barrier condensed by spiritual energy.

It's just that the sword qi has not dissipated, and it is still moving forward.

The snow-white robe girl struggled, her body tilted forward, the arm holding the sword trembled slightly, and her body fell backwards about a zhang or so due to the advancement of the sword qi, and there were two more gullies about two feet deep on the stone platform, as if they had been ploughed out by their legs.

The sword blade and sword qi intersected, blooming with brilliant white light.

Shake a watch only practice one sword a day, and only one sword, this sword is called the breeze by him.

He thinks that his qualifications are mediocre, and his comprehension of sword moves is slow and spiritual, so he sits by the stream and practices the basic sword moves of splitting, stabbing, pointing, and wiping every day.

Therefore, these days, he has been accumulating this sword, and he knows that he is not as good as Mu Ruyi, even if he is a small realm higher than the other party, it is just a light that accounts for the elderly.

That clear wind sword qi did not dissipate in front of Mu Ruyi's body for a long time.

Shake Yigen's face gradually turned pale, his eyes were red and bloodshot, although the young man's mouth complained about trouble, but he was more desperate than anyone else to win this big test.

This is the stubbornness of a teenager, and he has always told himself in his heart: "You must win, you must win." ”

The girl who resisted this sword qi was also uncomfortable, the long sword in her hand shook because of the sword qi collision, and the spiritual sea in Mu Ruyi's body set off turbulent waves, and the transpiring spiritual energy was like a dragon walking in the water, running up in the meridians of the whole body, and finally wandering to the arms.

The Qingfeng Sword Qi attacked rapidly, but after being resisted, it was like the wind entering the dense forest, and the momentum of the sword wind turned from prosperity to decline, and gradually began to dissipate, but the residual Qingfeng was still aggressive, but it could no longer advance half a distance.

Mu Ruyi was relieved a little, and noticed that the sword qi had declined, looking at the clear wind sword qi, the residual aura in his body burst out along the long sword, catching the unwilling sword intent, he was stunned for a moment, and then a light smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand swayed gently in a strange trajectory.

On the white jade platform, several old guys squinted their eyes in unison, seeing Mu Ruyi's intentions, she was feeling the sword intent of shaking a watch.

There are thousands of sword cultivators in three continents and five places, and their sword intent is varied, each with its own differences, Mu Ruyi is an innate sword heart, and her perception of sword intent is deeper and more real, so she is extremely keenly aware that the offensive of Qingfeng sword qi has gone, so she is watching the wind and understanding the sword intent at the moment.

At the same time, the flat ground under Mu Ruyi's feet began to stir the wind.

The sword that shook the watch almost emptied his family, and at this moment the aura was gone, seeing that the sword qi of the breeze was about to dissipate, and seeing Mu Ruyi's expression that seemed to be enlightened, it was inevitable that a trace of sadness was revealed, and his body was already shaky.

How can you not be like a dead heart?

Some things are predestined from the beginning.

Even if you pay a lot for it.

But no, not after all.

Shake Yigen lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand, then raised his head to look at the sun above his head, and suddenly felt that he was like a waste at this time, he leveled his gaze, looked at the girl who was immersed in the sword intent, and showed a wry smile.

In the eyes of the innate sword heart, a person like me is probably a waste.

The avenue is muddy and rugged.

But I don't seem to have regretted it, on the avenue, geniuses and mediocre people go together, no matter in order.

After a little melancholy, in his eyes, it seemed that there were broken stars gradually gathering in the sky, as if there was light.

"What's that guy's name? The guy who was about to lose. Luo Sanqian thought for a moment and suddenly asked.

Ye Jianxi was dissatisfied: "That's Senior Brother Shake, I want to call Senior Brother." ”

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In the sky above a small town in the land of Daliang, Ye Fanglan squinted his eyes and looked at the scholar below.

The golden-armored guard, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "My lord, that young man has average understanding, and he is not a reading seed, why do you take a fancy to him?"

Ye Fanglan pointed and did not speak.

The golden armor guard's eyes widened, and he looked at the old man's fingers, only to see a young boy in Tsing Yi who was about the same height as the palm of his hand, he was lying on the young man's shoulder, holding his cheek and reading a book, and kicking back and forth with his bare feet.

The light was not too bright, and the scholar bowed forward slightly, squinting his eyes.

The little boy in Tsing Yi couldn't hold it down, and he fell down all of a sudden, and his little face smashed on the book, making him a little dizzy for a while, and it was easy to stand up straight, and his little finger stomped on the scholar with great dissatisfaction.

And the scholar didn't react in the slightest, as if he didn't see the child.

Then the little guy tilted his little head and looked at the scholar, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly his eyes lit up, his body floated in the air, and his small palm pushed the scholar's forehead, as if to keep the scholar away.

The gold-armored guard said: "The companionship of a scholar is both a blessing and a curse. ”

Ye Fanglan put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked forward, "Send someone to watch him, but no matter what happens, you are not allowed to help, until he reaches the capital of Daliang, then lead him to my door." ”

The golden-armored guard nodded, showing a rare smile, he had been with this old man for nearly thirty years, how could he not know that the old man was under his control, which obviously meant that he had regarded this scholar as a disciple.

It's just that I don't know if it was the scholar accompanying him, or the conversation in front of the vegetable stall, which made this picky old man move the idea of accepting apprentices.

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That's all for today's graduation.