It was dark and desolate, and a blood-colored full moon hung low in the air.

The boundless silence seemed to be lifeless, and the heavens and the earth sank into the endless abyss, sinking deeper and deeper......

Suddenly, an ethereal voice echoed faintly, far and near, dark and bright:

Turbidity is turbidity, yin is yin, mixed yuan crosses me to turbidity yin, forever fall and sink to the nine underworlds!

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Yang Yifan's eyes opened and he sat up suddenly.

Dreams, dreams...

He was dressed heavily, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in water.

Crunch!

The door was kicked open, and a familiar voice followed.

"Little junior brother, get up quickly, what time is this, the sun is going to dry your butt three poles!"

A head poked in from outside the door, and saw Yang Yifan sitting on the bed in a daze, with messy black hair and a demented look, she laughed, swaggered in, and said: "Others are refreshed when they practice the Mind Method, why do you seem to be a fool and have lost your soul." ”

Yang Yifan came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and asked out loud, "Senior sister, why are you here?"

Su Yao'er coughed, her face was solemn, she approached the bed with her little toes behind her back and walked to the bed, pretending to be old-fashioned and said: "Nan is too busy to be separated from the wind, so please ask me, a kendo master, to guide you in practicing swordsmanship early in the morning, the time is not early, give you a quarter of an hour to hurry up." ”

The early morning wind was a little cool, Yang Yifan got up, tidied up his clothes, got up from the bed and walked out of the door.

Su Yao'er was waiting outside the door when she saw the little junior brother with unkempt hair walking out, her eyes curled into two cute crescents, and she couldn't help but smile: "Come with me." ”

After speaking, he directly took the young man's hand and walked out of the courtyard.

Su Yao'er's hands are very smooth and delicate, and the warm and cool touch spreads from the palm and back of the hand to the whole body, as if wrapped in a soft fluff. Yang Yifan's mind was blank at first, let her pull it, and then "swished" from the blush on his forehead to the depths of his neck, hot and scorching like scorching.

Yang Yifan hung his head in shame, glanced at it secretly, and saw Su Yao'er striding forward without looking back and not seeing his own embarrassment. I was glad in my heart and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Out of the courtyard, I turned around the long corridor and walked all the way west for half an hour. The two of them walked to the flat school field not far from the ancient pine, and their speed slowed down a little.

Yang Yifan looked at the length and width of this school field, half of which was quicksand and stone, and there were bare maple tree stumps standing in it, the high ones were three or five zhang, and the short ones were not less than half a zhang, and the spacing between the stakes was different, and it seemed to hide a somewhat familiar law.

Yang Yifan followed Su Yao'er to the boundary of the quicksand and stone field of the school field, and now there was an iron sword inserted in the stone field. Su Yao'er stopped, let go of Yang Yifan's little hand and leaned towards the hilt of the sword, the jade hand was gently raised, and the iron sword was directly pulled up by her.

The blade of the sword was wide and had no blade, and it was black and inconspicuous with bright light and gray.

Su Yao'er kicked her feet and landed lightly on the nearby wooden stake, then turned around and raised the iron sword in her hand, and said: "This sect Yuxuan swordsmanship is two hundred and seventeen styles, footwork is seven hundred and twelve ways, the way of swordsmanship is unpredictable, and it can evolve thousands of ways in footwork, little junior brother, I will demonstrate it first, you have to see it clearly!"

Before the sword got up and moved first, Su Yao'er stepped out, and the iron sword swung and slashed out a wind pressure that blew across Yang Yifan's white and tender face, making him can't help but take a few steps back. Su Yao'er laughed, and the sword wind swept through the air, pulling out more than a dozen sharp sword flowers in the void.

Yang Yifan's eyes widened, the sword danced like a mountain in the hands of his senior sister, with the power of thunder, and the oncoming wind was cut and draped like a turbulent current blowing on the tips of his messy hair.

Her movements are very good-looking, her feet are stepping on the step, and the shadow of the sword falls between the wooden stakes like a dancing red butterfly.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the two hundred and seventeen style swordsmanship had been gone, Su Yao'er's wrist shook the iron sword and took off her hand, dancing her delicate body and flying into the air, the sword body that lost control seemed to be attracted by an inexplicable miraculous force and was injected with vitality, lingering around the girl's body like a dance, and it actually made a trembling soft sound.

The higher Su Yao'er flew, the faster the sword rotated, just like a dragon soaring into the sky, and the iron sword was blooming with furious flames!

The sword is getting faster and faster, sometimes it is like the wind, sometimes it is like a shower, and the chaotic sword shadow is so fast that it is impossible to see the trajectory.

Yang Yifan opened his mouth wide, and his eyes widened with the sword shadow.

"Click!"

A stream of sword light erupted from the flames, sweeping across the ground below, and a pillar of wood split in half from the center, burning into scorched wood.

Yang Yifan was taken aback, and retreated several steps in fright, for fear that the sword shadow would accidentally fly and split himself into two and kill him.

His retreat was really expected in time, the sword qi fell, Su Yao'er snorted, the blooming flames were like falling petals, and more than a dozen sword shadows spread out in all directions, shaking people unable to open their eyes.

Yang Yifan only heard a burst of eardrums, and a piece of wooden stake flew sideways, rolling up the sand and rocks, and he fell to the ground with a shock.

The spinning iron sword fell into Su Yao'er's hand again, she pushed it hard with the palm of her hand, and the iron sword came out again, this time as fast as a meteor breaking through the wind and waves, and flew fiercely to the rock wall more than thirty feet away.

Su Yao'er flew down lightly, landed in front of Yang Yifan, stretched out her right hand to the rock wall, and shouted in a coquettish voice: "The sword is coming!"

The iron sword embedded in the rock wall trembled and resonated, and with a 'bang', it broke free and flew straight back into Su Yao'er's jade-like five fingers. She threw it casually, and the iron sword fell to the place where it was drawn.

Su Yao'er let out a breath, looked down at Yang Yifan who was sitting on the ground, and chuckled: "How about junior brother, how is this senior sister's swordsmanship?"

Yang Yifan suddenly woke up from his shock, he nodded in a panic and shook his head suddenly.

Su Yao'er said strangely, "What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head?"

Yang Yifan replied: "I probably saw it clearly, but I feel that I can't learn it." ”

Su Yao'er's eyes widened, and she was even more surprised: "Can you see clearly? This sect's swordsmanship is extremely mysterious, and Mixed Yuan Peak pays more attention to sword momentum like Yue, blazing like Xuanhuo! You can actually see the number of my swordsmanship paths? You won't hold the sword spectrum last night and not close your eyes all night, right..."

Yang Yifan scratched the head of the chicken nest and whispered: "Sleep is sleep, and it seems that I have a particularly strange dream..."

"Who cares what kind of dreams you have when you sleep!" Su Yao'er kicked Yang Yifan angrily, and asked Zhengse, "Do you really see my swordsmanship path clearly?"

Yang Yifan was not very happy when he saw Su Yao'er, and he didn't know what to say.

He didn't know that although the two hundred and seventeenth style of the Jade Xuan Sword Method was a fixed sword style, the seven hundred and twenty-one way footwork could be reorganized in sections, and the footwork guided the sword technique to change in thousands of ways, plus the sword style of each person was different, so the number of sword techniques of each disciple was very different. If you can see the number of other people's swordsmanship paths, it is equivalent to knowing the trajectory of their swordsmanship and mastering the more important weaknesses of the other party. It is not fatal to say that it is important, because swordsmanship is only the basic ability to get started, and it is a profound kendo method to evolve swordsmanship from swordsmanship!

Yang Yifan didn't want to say it anymore, but Su Yao'er stared at herself with a pair of big watery eyes, Yang Yifan couldn't resist the words, and said honestly: "Maybe I have amnesia and my brain has made room for it to become better, I just think that I can remember a little bit of what I have seen in front of me." Senior sister's swordsmanship is unfathomable and varied, I can only see a rough idea, I can't remember everything, and I can't learn it. ”

Su Yao'er tilted her head and said suspiciously, "Really?"

Yang Yifan didn't squeak, just nodded.

Su Yao'er smiled and showed a look that counted as your acquaintance, and patted the young man's shoulder with her jade hand, and said: "Little junior brother, kendo is not imitated all the way, it lies in diligent study and hard practice, and the accumulation of understanding and precipitation over time, so that you can gradually achieve results and achieve success." It doesn't matter, you can learn slowly, in the future, you will have a senior sister to cover you or not, and no one can bully you except me!"

Senior Sister's words seemed to be comforting and heartwarming, Yang Yifan just wanted to say thank you, Su Yao'er suddenly said: "Little junior brother, I just found out that your eyes seem to be different, one reflects bright light, and the other seems to be very dark and red, and you can't see my shadow..."

"Forget it, you go learn the sword!"

Su Yao'er was not very curious, turned sideways and pointed to the iron sword in front of her and said, "You draw the sword, and you will follow the sword code on the pile, and what you learn depends on your own ability." ”

The jet-black sword body was very heavy, and Yang Yifan's hand grasping the hilt of the sword seemed to be touching a stubborn stone, and he pulled out the sword body embedded in the stone ground without moving.

Su Yao'er said with a smile: "Although this mortal sword can't contain the spirit, it is also cast by a hundred refining iron, and the weight is extremely heavy, with sixty-eight catties and four taels, according to your small body, you still need to use a little more force when you just enter the cultivation!"

Yang Yifan nodded, holding the hilt of the sword with his other hand, his little face was flushed with force at the same time, and the sword body was crooked and finally broke free from the stone ground.

Without the restraint of the ground, the Xuantie heavy sword was also a little lighter, and Yang Yifan dragged the heavy sword to climb the lowest wooden stake near, and that was already a quarter of an hour later.

He stood on the stake and was stunned for a moment, Yang Yifan suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the moves and footwork on the sword book last night, and he didn't know where to start. Now that he has already put on the stake, he can't help but make a move under the gaze of his senior sister, and he remembered Su Yao'er's move, straightened his waist, stepped out, and waved his sword.

The inertia of the heavy sword was no less than a hundred catties, and he directly lost his head when he pulled the young man's thin body, and he stumbled and almost stepped on the air.

Su Yao'er looked at Yang Yifan's clumsy appearance, and said with a stupid smile: "Giggles, junior brother, are you performing juggling?"

Yang Yifan blushed and raised his sword flat. The sword fit with the body, and it was level with the shoulders, but the sagging force of the heavy sword came from the wrist and the feeling of soreness surged to the whole body, and in less than a few breaths, it directly squeezed out all the strength of the young man, and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Flutter!hahaha!" Su Yao'er covered her lower abdomen and smiled and bent over.

Yang Yifan's little face was red to the root of his ears, he climbed down from the stake, picked up the heavy sword and climbed up slowly.

Su Yao'er laughed for a while, gradually put away her uninhibited expression, and said leisurely: "Don't practice, just repeat the two strokes just now, and first exercise the lower plate and wrist strength." If you feel that your strength is not strong, you must not rest, as long as you meditate on the mental method in your heart, abandon distracting thoughts and forget yourself, you can feel infinite power pouring into your body from between heaven and earth!"

Senior Sister's words were like a slap in the face, Yang Yifan understood it, and took a deep breath at the moment, he thought back to his heart and meditated silently, and the sword in his hand waved again....

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining.

It was no less than thirty degrees at noon in the early summer of Mixed Yuan Peak, Yang Yifan slowly swung his heavy sword and sweated, his clothes were already soaked, and his almost unconscious hand could no longer find the feeling of soreness, just mechanically repeating the action over and over again.

Su Yao'er squatted on the side, holding her cheeks with both hands, and her cherry lips read as if she was counting the times.

“... One hundred and ninety-seven... One hundred and ninety-eight... One hundred and ninety-nine.... Two hundred...."

Su Yao'er stood up, patted the dust on it, and said, "That's enough, let's go here, you're tired too, let's rest!"

Yang Yifan continued to swing slowly ten times, his hands let go of the heavy sword and landed, he exhaled the breath accumulated in his chest, and relaxed. But suddenly, I was dizzy and my eyes were dark, and the whole person was unconscious...

Before fainting, there was an exclamation in his ears: "Little junior brother, little junior brother..."

......

I don't know when the gentle cool breeze blows on my cheeks with a slight fragrance, as if a hand is gently caressing me. The deep sleepiness gradually became hazy, and intermittent and trivial voices began to come from my ears, as if someone was talking, muttering to myself.

Her eyes were blurred, a ray of light shot into the deep darkness, and a vague figure appeared in the haze, she turned around and gradually faded away...

Yang Yifan opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a slender figure in Tsing Yi walking out of the distance and disappearing.

"Huh, you're awake!" Su Yao'er exclaimed.

Yang Yifan turned his gaze and saw a beautiful face less than a foot away, a gust of wind with an extremely good aroma hit his face, Yang Yifan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sniff.

Su Yao'er's pretty face turned crimson, she took away the hand that was touching the young man's hair and pushed him, and snorted angrily: "Dengzi, get up quickly! Your head is so heavy, and my sister is about to die of numbness!"

As soon as Su Yao'er said this, Yang Yifan realized the softness under his head. He lay on the lawn in the shade of the trees, and sat comfortably on the girl's beautiful legs, and the seductive aroma emanated from her.

Yang Yifan's cheeks were crimson, and he quickly got up, and the chicken nest on his head disappeared, and he had become a lot more straight.

Yang Yifanqi said: "Senior sister, was there someone just now?"

Su Yao'er pinched her numb legs and stomach, and replied casually: "Well, it's the sixth senior sister, just left." ”

Yang Yifan was a little curious, he had only seen the senior brother Nan Lifeng, the fifth senior sister Su Yao'er, and the fourth senior brother Mo Yiyun who temporarily returned to the mountain last night, and the other senior brothers and sisters had never seen it. Naturally, he couldn't see him when he went down the mountain, but the sixth senior sister who started only a few days earlier than himself did not come down the mountain, but he had never seen him, and he didn't know who this sixth senior sister was.

Su Yao'er said softly: "The sixth senior sister doesn't like to talk, she is withdrawn and looks like the master, I talked to myself for most of the day, but she ignored it, probably because she was annoyed by me, so she left by herself." But she kept staring at you before she left!"

Yang Yifan didn't understand either, and the ghost envoy asked, "Ah, why is the sixth senior sister looking at me?

"Phew!"

Su Yao'er took a sip and scolded with a smile: "You are stinky and beautiful at a young age, let's have a few more years." Of course, no matter how much you change, you can't compare to my third senior brother!!"

Third Senior Brother...

Yang Yifan remembered that the third senior brother should be called Leng Changfeng, and the one who traveled with the fourth senior brother Mo Yiyun to the Great Wilderness Mountain and was imprisoned in the underground palace, and he didn't know what he was standing at.

Yang Yifan took a few deep breaths, felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and asked again, "Senior sister, how long have I been asleep, and what time is it now?"

Su Yao'er thought for a while and said, "It's not more than half of the time now, and I've slept for about an hour." ”

Yang Yifan glanced at the school field baked by the scorching sun, gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll go to practice swords!"

"Eh, wait!"

Su Yao'er hurriedly stopped him: "Little junior brother, why are you like this, why don't you care about me as a senior sister when you are full, come over and sit down for me honestly, it's my turn!"

Su Yao'er's words were unquestionable, with a tone of anger and intolerance. Yang Yifan had no choice but to move his body and slowly get closer to her.

Su Yao'er opened her lips and yawned, her soft delicate body leaned elegantly on the young man's back, moved her little head to a comfortable position, and then squinted her eyes and took a nap.

She muttered in a muttered voice: "Little junior brother, senior sister is not practicing today... The sun is so hot, it's not beautiful to tan..."