The next day was sunny, and Yang Qing, who was sleeping, felt woken up.

"Wake up, you pig, the sun has cooked your ass. ”

The first thing Yang Qing saw when he opened his eyes and saw a man with a disheveled hair dangling in front of him, and his heart almost flew out in shock.

"Ou Meige, it's you!" Yang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Ou Meige looked at Yang Qing from beginning to end, and said with a smile: "People outside say that you have no cultivation talent and are destined to be a mortal, it seems that they have all looked away!

"It's just a blessing, hehe!"

Yang Qing covered half of his swollen face and smiled, thinking of yesterday's Lian Dan, the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

"I've heard you've seen that old man, isn't that true?"

Omeige is still unkempt, except for the set of clothes on his body, his whole body is sloppy, and he picks his feet while talking.

Yang Qing looked at Ou Meige's appearance, moved to the side helplessly, glanced at him and said, "You're talking about Grandpa Zhou Ao, right?

"What is the relationship between you and Grandpa Zhou Ao, it can't be his grandson, right?" Yang Qing asked curiously.

"Grandson, I'm still his grandfather!" Ou Meige scolded and scolded, and directly knocked Yang Qing on the head, and Yang Qing burst into tears: "It's better for him to die outside, so that no one cares about me." ”

Yang Qing covered his head in pain, feeling that there was a bag there, remembering that he was treated stupidly by this guy some time ago, the fire suddenly skewered to his head, and he couldn't help scolding: "Are you so sick!

Ou Meige showed a mouthful of white teeth, rolled up his sleeves and directly pressed Yang Qing to the ground and beat him violently.

Yang Qing's screams instantly came from the back cave mansion, and the people around looked in this direction, and they all shook their heads and sighed lightly, that was the territory of the Ou madman, and now I don't know who was poisoned.

In the back cave mansion, Yang Qing squatted on the side, his whole face was swollen into a pig's head, looking at Ou Age not far away, there was a resentment on his face, when he was in the mortal world, he was often beaten by Murong Qiuyu, and after coming here, he was beaten by this madman, thinking of his bumpy fate, Yang Qing really wanted to cry without tears.

Ou Meige sat on the stone chair, clasped his toes, and said casually: "Everyone knows that I am the most unreasonable, and you still talk to me about reasoning, isn't this a brain into the wind, find your own smoke!"

Clapping his hands, Ou Meige took out a notebook from his arms and threw it to Yang Qing.

"For the sake of you having something to do with that bad old man, I gave you this swordsmanship, which is just right for you. ”

Yang Qing caught the swordsmanship, and a peculiar smell came to his face, remembering that the guy had buckled his foot just now, and hurriedly threw it out in disgust.

Ou Ou Ge shook his head, picked up the sword technique, came directly to Yang Qing, slapped him to the ground with a slap, and then forced the sword technique into Yang Qing's arms.

"Don't care about those details, it's a good thing for you. ”

Ou Meige lazy sheep walked out, his eyes looked back at Yang Qing, whose whole face was on the ground, and chuckled: "From now on, this medicine garden will be handed over to you to take care of, don't make me bald, how many medicinal materials do you use to buy seeds and plant them yourself, otherwise I won't be able to explain when the bad old man comes back in the future." ”

"There are weapons in the room, go pick one by yourself, practice hard, and in three months, don't embarrass me, just take the top ten." ”

"You crazy person, sooner or later I'm going to beat you up!" Yang Qing lay on the ground and looked at Ou Og's back and said fiercely.

As if hearing his voice, Omei Ge stuck his head in from outside the door and smiled: "Welcome to challenge me, of course, if you are not afraid of death." ”

"You wait for me!" Yang Qing stood up and spat at the door, then walked into the room with the weapon rack.

There are many weapons on the weapon rack, but without exception they are all swords, and the Changxian Sword Sect knows it as soon as it hears the name, it must be based on swords.

There are more than a dozen swords here, of different sizes, and they look extremely sharp, and Yang Qing didn't know which one to choose for a while.

"Let's take one and try it first!" Yang Qing reached out and grabbed the nearest sword.

Unexpectedly, no matter how much strength Yang Qing exerted, the sword on the weapon rack did not move at all.

"I don't believe it, I'm sorry!" Yang Qing rolled up his sleeves, spat hard into his hand, and tried one by one.

As a result, half an hour later, Yang Qing was stunned that he didn't pull out a sword, and he collapsed from exhaustion, and lay directly on the ground in a large font.

"Huh!" Yang Qing was lying on the ground, the angle was just on the right foot of the weapon rack, where there was a broken sword covered in rust and still not a piece of it, if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see it.

Yang Qing hurriedly ran over to pick it up and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the broken sword was engraved with mysterious patterns, covered in rust, except for the broken section, the sword body was more than two feet long, and it was still a good hand, although it didn't look good, but Yang Qing was still overjoyed and put it into his arms, it was better than nothing.

Coming to the hall with the broken sword, Yang Qing took out the exercises given by Ou Meige, glanced at it, and threw it out directly, scolding: "The basic sword technique of the Changxian Sword Sect!

was beaten, and thought it was a great swordsmanship, who knew that it was just this broken thing, Yang Qing was angry with a black face.

...... A quarter of an hour later.

Staring at the swordsmanship that was thrown away by himself for a long time, Yang Qing finally sighed and took it back.

"Alas, who calls themselves poor! Is it better than not!" Yang Qing sighed and opened this basic swordsmanship and looked at it.

Remembering what Ou Meige said just now, there will be an inner door selection competition in three months, Yang Qing Gujing Wubo's heart still couldn't help but get excited.

"I'll prove it to everyone, and I can also cultivate. Yang Qing secretly clenched his fists.

As for what Ou Meige said about getting into the top ten, Yang Qing didn't pay attention to it at all, he was a person who had just started cultivating to go to the competition, and it would be good not to be killed, and he still wanted to get the ranking, just kidding!

After despising Oumei for countless times, Yang Qing's mind was silent in this basic swordsmanship.

The basic swordsmanship, there are only three styles, stabbing, stroke, and teasing, which belong to the most basic movements of the sword, and are only aimed at newcomers whose basic skills are not solid, such as Yang Qing, who has just started.

The process requires long-term practice, so that each part of the body fits the pulling force generated when the sword is produced, the higher the body endurance, the faster the speed of the sword, the greater the strength, the more able to seize the opportunity, in the process of fighting with the opponent, plays a key role.

It's like when Murong Qiuyu took out the sword, there were many phantoms, and he couldn't tell which sword was real, this was the effect of being too fast.

Of course, the swordsmanship is the same, the people who use it are different, the effect will be different, the difference between strength and weakness, in addition to the need for hard practice, but also the need for outstanding talent.

Talent cannot determine success or failure, but can be on the same starting line, take the lead, the same exercises, talented people can understand the main points faster, surpass others, so that they have a lot of time left for themselves, to do other things, this is the advantage.

Yang Qing closed the swordsmanship, his eyes were clear, Ou Meige was right, this swordsmanship is indeed very suitable for himself at this stage, although Yang Qing has just stepped into the ranks of cultivating immortals, but he also understands the importance of basic skills, for example, a newborn child has learned to walk in countless falls, and can only run as much as he likes after getting used to walking, although this metaphor is a bit rustic, but the meaning is indeed very appropriate.

Yang Qing picked up the broken sword and came to the fruit forest, picked a finger-sized fruit, hung it on a low branch, compared the height of the sword that he could draw, and stood up straight and stabbed it with a sword.

Who would have thought that the angle that was originally optimistic about it would be crooked as soon as the sword came out, and the fruit did not pierce, but the leaves swept down several pieces.

Yang Qing shook his head, exhaled deeply, and stabbed out with another sword.

As the fruit continued to enlarge in his eyes, but the wrist and the sword did not fit well enough, and the sword was stabbed again.

Yang Qing calmed down, and kept swinging his sword to stab out, but it was either off, or his strength was vain, and the sword was powerless before it reached the fruit.

He is now like a baby who has just learned to walk, constantly falling, and constantly getting up, drawing his sword, and putting it away.

Ten times, a hundred times, Yang Qing's hands were extremely sore, until a thousand times, his hands could no longer hold the broken sword, and he fell to the ground with a bang, his face was full of sweat, he was white, and the clothes on his body were all wet.

Repeating the same action constantly, and his spirit was highly concentrated, Yang Qing collapsed directly to the ground, inhaling heavily, but the raging fire in his eyes was still burning.

With Tian Tian's chapped lips, Yang Qing did not rest, but casually ate a few fruits to satisfy his hunger, and meditated on the spot and cultivated.

This is an instinct, from the call of the dantian in his body, his mind is silent, jerkily running the spiritual power in the dantian, slowly running to his limbs and veins, and then from the limbs and veins to the dantian, forming a cycle, every four times it becomes a big week, every time he completes the operation of a big week, Yang Qing feels that the spiritual power in the dantian is more condensed, and it is no longer a vague feeling.

His technique slowly changed from rusty to skillful, and the speed of Da Zhoutian became more and more until it reached the limit, and the speed was frozen there.

"Hoo ......"

Yang Qing exhaled lightly and opened his eyes, but it was dark in his eyes, and it turned out that it was night before he knew it.

Yang Qing didn't care, after meditating and cultivating, he felt radiant, his whole body was full of strength, and the original feeling of soreness disappeared.

Although it was night, Yang Qing still lifted the broken sword, held his breath and concentrated, locked the fruit tightly, and then stabbed out with a sword.

Poof, with a bang, the fruit was instantly pierced, splitting in half from the middle.

But Yang Qing did not have the slightest hint of joy, but picked a fruit smaller than the original one and began a hard practice life.

When I was tired, I meditated and rested, and after my strength recovered, I continued to practice my sword, and the ground was sprinkled with all kinds of small fruits, all of which were split in half without exception.