The rain and dew in the early morning soaked his clothes, the air was cool and comfortable, Ji Yan was awakened by the cry beside him, and stretched his body that sat cross-legged all night. When he looked to the side, he was blinded. Beside him, there was a bird that had just hatched yesterday, a bird the size of an adult pigeon, leaning against its side and chirping incessantly.

This small bird of unknown origin has a crest of feathers on its head, a somewhat slender neck, and plump wings, similar to the birds in the stone chamber frescoes, except that this little bird has three feathers on its tail that are slightly longer than the others. It looks like a chicken, not a chicken, and is very similar to a peacock, but it does not have beautiful tail feathers.

"Xiao Huang, what kind of bird are you, how do you grow so fast. Ji Yan looked down and asked the little bird, because of its pale yellow feathers, Ji Yan gave it a name last night.

Xiao Huang seemed to understand, tilted his head, stared at Ji Yan, and shouted twice.

Ji Yan didn't see the figure of Shizun, looking at the bamboo sword worn on his waist, he still remembered that when Wu Qi apprenticed, the first seat of Zhufeng gave gifts, and that Master Song took out a fairy sword from the storage ring and gave it to Wu Qi, the purple light flashed, and it was extremely beautiful; I don't know how Wu Qi is now, he didn't see him follow the selected disciples that day, maybe Uncle Song was strict in discipline, and he didn't have time to visit him over the years. Ji Yan walked all the way to a spacious place on the mountainside, and the little yellow followed all the way. I think this place used to be a place for preaching and sword training, but it has been a long time and is overgrown with wild grass.

Looking at the basic sword styles recorded in the sword dictionary, there are no so-called complicated movements at all, the "opening the mountain style" and "fishing for the moon in the water" recorded in ancient texts...... This kind of move with body style does not appear in the sword dictionary, but only records several sword movements: hook, hang, point, pick, split, tease, sweep...... The basic method of dealing with the enemy. Ji Yan also practiced a set of basic dragon sword techniques when he was in the outer sect, and he was also familiar with these movements, but since the master gave three months to practice the basic sword style, he must have a reason, so he had the patience to practice from scratch.

What is proficiency? Every movement is strictly recorded in the book, and there is no dare to deviate in the slightest, is this proficiency? Ji Yan held the bamboo sword and slashed down again and again, lifted it, and slashed it again...... Thinking back to the description of this sword codex, I thought about the requirements of the master. In this way, if you practice every day, repeat one move and one style thousands of times, you can achieve proficiency? Ji Yan sometimes moves non-stop, sometimes stands still, feels every small difference, indulges in it, forgets time, and Xiao Huang doesn't know when to disappear.

"Hey, are you the great disciple of Tianzhu Peak, Ji Yan?" A crisp sound of exploration came from behind him, listening to the sound of this warbler swallow, it can't help but make people think about it, Ji Yan turned around and looked, a little stunned, only to see, not far away standing a woman, the year of the bundle of hair, pink clouds, skin like snow, white fingers wrapped around the sideburns a few locks of black hair, three thousand black silk bundles behind him, quietly standing in the forest, at this time also looking up and down Ji Yan.

Ji Yan stood stupidly in the same place, and was stared at by a beautiful woman for the first time, and suddenly her face was red and her ears were red, and she squeaked in response. When the woman saw Ji Yan replied stupidly, she laughed again. There was only one word in Ji Yan's mind: Qiaoxiao Yanran.

"Are you Ji Yan?" the woman asked again, and then moved lightly towards Ji Yanlian.

"Right...... I'm Ji Yan, who are you this sister, and what are you doing here?" After a moment of surprise, Ji Yan had recovered as before, and asked curiously.

"Tsk, little guy, I said you are lucky or unlucky, how did you become the big disciple of Tianzhu Peak!" The woman was not unfamiliar, and her index finger like a green onion pointed at Ji Yan's forehead, pretending to be compassionate.

"Sister, which mountain peak are you a disciple of, what is the matter with coming to my Tianzhu Peak, my Tianzhu Peak is scarce, but don't make fun of it, please forgive me for being inconsiderate!" Ji Yan saw that the woman always had an attitude of looking down on Tianzhu Peak, and she was unhappy in her heart, and the master was not there, but she also had to maintain the dignity of the Yuxu lineage, and the expectation was aggravated, and she put on a posture of sending off guests.

"Hmm...... It's not embarrassing to Daddy, this temper is the same, tough and hard. Seeing that Ji Yan was displeased, the woman smiled with satisfaction, stroked his brain softly, and muttered to herself.

Ji Yan felt the jade hand on his head, and he was already impatient in his heart, and wanted to have a seizure, but he suddenly reacted, "Daddy", his face was stiff, and his eyes widened: "You are the daughter of Shizun?"

"Hee-hee...... I can't imagine it, little junior brother, you have performed well, Tianzhu Peak will rely on you in the future!" The woman gently swung her lotus skirt and took the initiative to reconcile with Ji Yan, but she still deliberately put on the demeanor of an elder and teased her junior brother.

The two got to know each other through this brief contact. It turned out that the woman in pink was named Luo Xingxi, and when she was very young, she entered Baiyun Peak to follow Li Chanyue's master to practice, and she went back to Tianzhu Peak every three or five days to visit her father Luo Qiushui. Although this little junior brother is slightly shorter than himself, wearing a capable black robe, and the quaint hosta on the top of his head, he looks calm and heroic.

Ji Yan knew that the woman was her senior sister at this moment, and she also regretted the abrupt offense just now, and saw that the senior sister didn't mind, so she was a little relieved. The two walked to the top of the mountain Yuxu Palace, along the way Luo Xingxi greeted Ji Yan with warmth, cared about his life, complained that his father would not teach his disciples, and met Xiao Huang who "walked" on the mountain road, and was cute and cute, which really made her love it, and caressed it in her arms. This little guy didn't know where to hang out, and when he came back, there was still a mouthful of residual leaves left at the corner of his mouth, which was fragrant, but he kept struggling in Xingxi's arms, and asked Ji Yan for help.

"Senior sister, put down Xiao Huang, there is too much flesh in your chest, suffocate it to death...... Oops"

Before the words were finished, a fist had already smashed on Ji Yan's head, Luo Xingxi smiled: "Little junior brother, you can't say this in front of women in the future, otherwise the consequences will be very serious, remember?"

The seemingly gentle smile is like a smiling ghost in Ji Yan's eyes at this moment, exuding a chill, full of threats and intimidation. Swallow your saliva and nod your head violently like garlic.

Arriving at the peak, Ji Yan accompanied Xingxi to clean up the master's residence, and saw the senior sister take out a lot of clothes and supplies from the ring she was wearing. It turns out that most of the cultivators have magic weapons to store items, Ji Yan thought to himself, how did he know that like this Sumeru ring, only the strength of the famous sect will be issued to the disciples in the door, but ordinary casual cultivation is not blessed, which is why many people have to enter the famous sect to practice, they have something to rely on outside, and they are rich in resources inside, they just need to practice with peace of mind, how desirable. Luo Xingxi found that Ji Yan was resting on the cliff like his father on weekdays, and had no residence, so he sympathized with him and promised that the junior brother would give him a house as a meeting gift in a few days.

Seeing that everything was in order, Ji Yan didn't dare to disobey the master's order for a moment, and began to practice his sword again in the open space. Xingxi was curious at first about what kind of advanced exercises his father would teach to this little junior brother, and watched carefully on the side, but he didn't expect it to be the most basic sword style recorded in the sword book, and immediately complained that Luo Qiushui didn't teach Ji Yan well, and also persuaded Ji Yan not to practice this useless move, and planned to teach him a sword technique himself. Ji Yan saw that his senior sister cared for him extraordinarily, and his heart was warm, and he was not easy to refuse, so he practiced a set of swordsmanship with his senior sister with a sword.

"Senior brother, this set is the basic sword technique of Baiyun Peak 'Jade Girl Sword Technique', you don't have the mental formula of Baiyun Peak, but you can also cultivate its form, as an understanding of sword moves, it is better than this chopping, I will ask my father and I to ask him to teach you the mastery of Tianzhu Peak. ”

While Xingxi carefully taught the swordsmanship, she comforted Ji Yan with kind words, worried that he would be hit by this. After Ji Yan learned this jade girl swordsmanship, she generally felt that this set of swordsmanship was indeed suitable for women to practice. He comforted his sister down the mountain with kind words, recalling the short hours with his sister, and there was a kind of home warmth haunting his heart.

Pack up your mind, think about this jade girl's swordsmanship, you can understand the sword moves, but it is really not suitable for your own cultivation, press the complaint of the senior sister, immerse yourself in the basic sword style, keep repeating, and keep realizing......

In the evening, thinking that there are also wild vegetables in the mountains, firewood, rice, oil, salt, and a dry kitchenware senior sister also sent over, so I decided to make some food. An iron pot is erected on the mountain peak, the firewood is lit, and the Tianzhu Peak has seen the smoke curling up again for a hundred years. Luo Qiushui didn't know when to return to the mountain range, and was attracted by the scene in front of him for a moment, then returned to the plain and walked towards the cliff.

"Master, Senior Sister Bai Ri has come here and sent some things necessary for life, this is the porridge cooked by the disciple and fried wild vegetables, please taste it. Ji Yan used a few dishes to serve some food, and respectfully served it to Luo Qiushui.

The kendo master who has reached the realm of Deluo Qiushui has been in the valley for many years and does not eat fireworks, but seeing that the disciple is full of hope, he picked up the dishes and chopsticks and tasted a few bites, and nodded. The two of them sat around the bonfire, Ji Yan told the master what happened today, and Luo Qiushui was also very cooperative, listening quietly. This night, Ji Yan seemed to have returned to Penglai, back to the years when he lived with Uncle Hou as a child, and his eyes must have been on his eyes in the sleepiness. Xiao Huang and Luo Qiushui were left looking at each other, "Your choice that day is destined to be lonely in the future, it is not against your heart, you have to pay the price......" Luo Qiushui flicked the sleeves of his robe, stood up on the spot, and looked at Haoyue, who was close at the top of the mountain, as if he was saying to himself.

The moist dew woke up the sleep of all things, Ji Yan sat up suddenly, he was in a good mood last night, he didn't want to fall asleep without practice, and he didn't wake up until now, scolding himself for being lazy.

"The path of cultivation is long, and diligence can make up for clumsiness, but relaxation is the right way, everything is free, and there is no need to be persistent. Luo Qiushui watched the rising sun slowly rise from between the sea of clouds, standing on the top of the mountain, as if it had not moved all night.

"Master, senior sister may come to the mountain in a few days, she said...... She said that she would help build a few bamboo houses on the mountain, what do you think?" Ji Yan heard the teachings of the master, and his heart was no longer entangled, but he was obsessed, and then told Luo Qiushui what he missed last night.

"You are a great disciple of Yuxu, and everything in the mountains is up to you. After speaking, he walked to the stone statue of Yuxuzi and worshipped, but walked to the palace gate and glanced at Ji Yan with a little meaning.

"My Yuxu disciples are proud of the world, and they are worthy of their hearts, even if there is only one person left, they must not be taken away by others, and they must not do things that are ashamed of Yuxu. ”

Ji Yan was confused, I don't know why the master suddenly taught him so much, but what he said was awe-inspiring and empathetic, and he couldn't help but bend down and thank the master.