"Hehe......" Nangong Qing just snorted coldly on the side: "Don't teach Yi'er to go crazy like you." ”

Having said that, there is still a trace of expectation in Nangong Qing's heart, it is rumored that in Jinshan Temple that day, the little monk who was like a mad demon could fight with Zhou Gongjin.

"Okay......" Yi'er said with an expectant look on her face when she heard this.

In Li Bai's opinion, although Nangong Qing's glazed swordsmanship is also a good swordsmanship, there are many loopholes in the sword moves, even compared with Dugu Nine Swords, there are still many gaps.

Li Bai took Yi'er's iron sword, only to find that this guy was really a little heavy, and his face couldn't help but turn red slightly, and he couldn't get up for a while, which was so embarrassing.

"Hehe......" Nangong Qing seemed to notice Li Bai's strangeness, and took a look on the side.

Yi'er's little girl almost laughed out loud.

However, when she saw that Li Bai really picked up the sword, her expression became serious, and no one noticed a trace of expectation in her eyes.

After tinkering for a long time, Li Bai finally raised the iron sword, but this time he used both hands, and his trembling appearance was more like a child holding a heavy kitchen knife, and even Yi'er began to worry about whether Gongzi would hurt himself.

Li Bai's heart was a little broken, and when he saw Yi'er, the little girl who picked it up seemed to be waving a wooden stick, and he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

What a fuck thing...... How can you dance the sword like this? Sure enough, the internal force is not enough......

A smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Qing's mouth.

Thunder sword, the sword body is made of cold iron, weighing 100 catties, if there is no inner cultivation, it will be a problem to even pick it up, and what swordsmanship will be taught.

After a while, the little monk stuck the iron sword into the ground, took a breath, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Yi'er thought that Childe was going to give up, hesitated for a moment, and took a step forward.

But at this moment, the little monk suddenly opened his eyes, with a kind of momentum in his eyes that was not angry but powerful.

The thunder sword that exceeded 100 catties was pulled up from the ground, like a thunderclap.

The blade of the sword slashed through the air, and the sound of breaking wind continued to sound, and many birds in the grove were startled.

The sword moves unfold slowly, like an ink painting slowly taking shape......

The sharp swordsmanship is wielded in the hands of the little monk, this set of swordsmanship is somewhat similar to the glass swordsmanship, but it is very different, or even the core part has changed, but it seems that there is no sense of disobedience, and the essence of the glass swordsmanship has not been missed.

Nangong Qing looked at the little monk's moves, and her heart was already flooded with turbulent waves.

"Yi'er, do you see clearly?" Li Bai was also surprised in his heart, he originally just wanted to try, but he didn't expect to be able to do it to this extent.

"Hmm. Yi'er nodded heavily.

In Nangong Qing's opinion, although Li Bai's moves are a bit similar, if they are really powerful, they can't be said.

Most of them can only be regarded as imitating glass swordsmanship, this kind of thing, ordinary masters will also do, such as usually playing tricks with friends, and secretly imitating friends' moves, and then improving them.

However, this kind of improvement is only a whim, even if the improved swordsmanship of a great master will have a lot of loopholes, it will definitely not be as good as the original exercise.

What's more, it's because they're obsessed with improving other people's moves, so much so that they go crazy.

......

It's just that at this time, the little monk has been intoxicated with this set of swordsmanship, and seems to have reached a state of selflessness, and the swordsmanship is slowly unfolding, as if bringing people into an artistic conception.

The little monk's mind unexpectedly appeared with a poem that matched the artistic conception.

Well?

The little monk couldn't help frowning, but he couldn't help but groan.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. ”

The sound slowly rang out through the silent grove, and the sharp iron sword slashed through the air, just past a falling leaf. The leaves turned in half and slowly fell at the feet of the little monk.

"Huh?" Nangong Qing frowned slightly when she heard what the little monk said casually.

Yi'er was also a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to disturb Li Bai, so she had to ask Nangong Qing: "Sister Qing, is the son talking about martial arts moves? It's so long, Yi'er can't remember ......?"

Nangong Qing felt that the little monk was a little pretending, she vaguely guessed that these were poems, but she didn't know much about poetry, and she definitely didn't know which genius's verses were recited.

Martial arts are not a showmanship, they need to be killed in battle, if it is just to be cool, it will really be annoying to be accompanied by verses.

Well?

However, then Nangong Qing seemed to think of something, frowned, and looked at it for a while before saying, "No, it's not quite like it, but it sounds like it matches the momentum of the sword move...... Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"

Looking at it carefully now, sure enough, the whole set of swordsmanship gives people the feeling that it is like the water of the Yellow River surging forward.

No, looking at it, it seems that one word corresponds to a move.

Well?

Yes, exactly.

Nangong Qing's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Li Bai's sword moves seriously, as if she was afraid that she had missed something.

After the little monk finished his move, he frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and the long sword was unsheathed again.

The whole grove was also silent, and no one dared to speak, for fear of disturbing this pensive little monk.

In an instant, the regular sound of breaking wind sounded again.

"You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. ”

......

In an instant, the sword technique danced regularly again......

The momentum seems to have changed again, sometimes falling slowly like snowflakes, and sometimes moving forward proudly, full of pride......

It's just dazzling......

Nangong Qing suddenly sounded, when he was in the Lion Country, Zhuge Guoxiang said: "The martial arts you learn are just simple body movements, and the real martial arts are to get rid of these fixed patterns, which can not only take people's heads thousands of miles away, but also make people pleasing to the eye, just like reading a book." ”

At this time, even Yi'er understood that Li Bai was reciting poetry.

Even the two girls who didn't understand the poems were infected by the artistic conception in the poems at this time.

......

The little monk's sword moves continued to change, and he said slowly after his mouth:

"I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink. ”

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng. ”

"The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop. ”

“......”

The little monk conjured up countless moves in one breath, and these moves were associated with the verses.

The sound stopped abruptly, and so did the sword moves.

"Whoa......

The sword was plunged directly into the ground, and the grove was quiet again, and no one spoke again.

(I'm not very suitable for double watching, and the quality of double watch can't keep up.) I decided to start a new book. Open multiple pits. Two books together. Go to the pit. ）