As soon as dawn broke, Jiang Yi woke up on time as always, and got up to practice knives with swift and light movements.

Knowing the news of the top ten rankings in the world on the martial arts evaluation list does not affect Jiang Yi's mood, those masters who have reached the peak are too ethereal from him who has just practiced swords, even if Chen Baixiong, who is the number one in the world, is unfathomable and unattainable, and he can't compare with him after working hard to practice swords all his life, then he really won't practice swords?

Jiang Yi, who thinks he is not extremely smart, clearly knows that only by continuing to practice swords can he catch up with those masters, even if the chance is very slim, but if he doesn't practice swords, he will have no chance in this life.

The way of martial arts, no more than those Tiandao practiced by the real people of Zhongnan Mountain, the most important thing is the perseverance of the water droplets, and the most taboo is to play fishing and drying nets.

The rice should be eaten one bite at a time, and the sword should be learned little by little.

Jiang Yi knows these big and small truths, and many people who practice martial arts know it, but how many can really do it? This time, picking up the martial arts he lost when he was young, he will no longer deceive himself and give up halfway, just like Concubine Fan Jing's extremely hurtful ridicule: "If you want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? ”

Although he practiced the sword a little later, and his bones were not as soft as when he was young, how many people in the world could be the apprentice of the sword god? He was the only one, so he didn't like to talk about the sword practice sooner or later, who said that if he practiced the knife late, he would have no interest in his life?

If you don't do it, you've done it all!

If Zhao Wuji, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army who was in charge of guarding the Western Chu Palace, knew Jiang Yi's thoughts, he would probably laugh out loud with relief, but unfortunately, I don't know if he is still alive?

Jiang Yi came to the secluded courtyard with a heavy knife in his hand, and was a little surprised to find a woman in the courtyard.

The woman was slim and elegant, with a round goose egg face and elegant and beautiful, and she stood quietly in the courtyard, motionless.

Jiang Yi clearly remembered that this woman was one of the eleven swordsmen under Mrs. Fan, although there was only one side, but he never forgot the appearance of women, especially beautiful women.

The woman gave a light salute, calm and generous.

The corners of Jiang Yi's mouth hooked slightly, revealing his signature evil smile, and said lightly: "It's still early, is my sister waiting for me in this courtyard?"

"The slave's name is Mo Lan, and she was ordered by her wife to come here to accompany the young master to practice swords. The woman's voice was soft.

"I don't know what kind of companion method it is? I promised the master that I can't get close to women, isn't my sister adding to the chaos?" Jiang Yi hesitated, thinking about whether it was not a big deal to break the second ring occasionally.

"Be careful. Mo Lan's seemingly weak body suddenly moved, rushing towards the man, holding a sharp long sword in his hand at some point.

Jiang Yi was a little stunned, watching the woman getting closer and closer, and forgot to react for a while.

In his daze, Mo Lan's feet did not pause, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him, and the long sword in the woman's hand stabbed straight out and stabbed towards his chest.

Just when the long sword was about to pierce Jiang Yi's chest, he was a little embarrassed to dodge, and was about to ask out loud, Mo Lan's long sword had already slashed down at his head, and the man raised his knife in a little panic to resist, and dangerously held the woman's long sword.

A trace of anger flashed in Jiang Yi's eyes, and the Xuantie knife in his hand blocked it hard, and his figure quickly took a few steps back.

Mo Lan stopped her movements and quietly rubbed her slightly numb account, a different color flashed in her eyes, where is this kind of reaction speed and strength that a person who has just practiced knives can have? It seems that the next sparring time will not be boring, she slowly retreated a few steps, and the long sword hooked casually, full of provocation.

Obediently, it is not a joke that the crotch of his pants was injured by a sword, this woman took out a sword to pick out the vital parts, it was clearly a fatal move, and she wanted to put people to death, where is the intention to accompany him to practice what sword? The man put away his stunned expression and said coldly: "Really, I'll accompany you!"

Jiang Yi snorted coldly, dragged the knife in his right hand and rushed forward, jumped up when he was two steps away from Mo Lan, and slashed at the woman's head, without the slightest intention of pity and cherishing the jade, as if venting his anger.

Mo Lan looked at the powerful blow, gave up blocking in an instant, and dodged the heavy knife slash on the side of his footsteps.

The woman waited for the opportunity, waiting for the moment when the man's knife was old, but she still looked down on the delicate-looking man, as soon as the man's toes touched the ground, his left hand held the right hand holding the knife like lightning, and with a fierce force, the dark iron heavy knife quickly circled and slashed towards the woman's waist.

Mo Lan jumped out of the way again, and made up her mind not to fight the man.

The iron knife dance in the man's hand was whirring, and for a while, the woman couldn't help him.

Jiang Yi repeated the four boring actions on weekdays, and his momentum was overwhelming. But the woman's body was as swift as a rabbit, and every light dodge made his attack miss, and he had a feeling that all his strength was hitting the cotton, and he was not strong.

Soon, the man's breathing was slow and heavy, and the successive slashes finally showed flaws, Mo Lan saw that the man's obviously slowed knife momentum, and suddenly bullied up, Jiang Yi couldn't catch it back, and was pointed at his neck by the woman with a long sword, not daring to move.

Mo Lannu pursed his lips, motioned for the man to throw away the iron sword in his hand, and said softly: "In the future, the slave and maid will fight against you while the young master is practicing the sword, until the young master has the ability to persist in ten moves of the slave and maid." ”

Jiang Yi threw the iron sword to the ground, and said angrily: "Sister, every sword hurts people, where is it against me, it is clearly trying to kill me." ”

"The slave and maid have no intention of harming the son, the lady is the benefactor of the slave and the maid, and you are the younger brother of Mrs. Fan, how dare I hurt the son, the slave and the maid are all done according to the instructions of the lady, and please forgive the young master." Mo Lan said softly with an apologetic face.

Seeing the woman's weak expression, Jiang Yi, who was just pretending to be angry, was even more embarrassed to get angry at the woman again, he had actually heard Wei Wuji say that people who practice martial arts can only improve the fastest in the realm of life and death, and Mo Lan is still relatively kind to him, at least he can't bear to see him injured, and he is a little timid to make a move, if he is not still a little self-aware of his sword skills, he really wants to rush out of Minghua Mansion to find some bandits who are not afraid of death outside Qingzhou City to practice.

Jiang Yi drooped his head and picked up the iron knife, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't leave your hands, do it again!"

Mo Lan was really well-behaved and obedient, and with one move, he pressed the long sword close to the man's heart.

"Come again!"

In a fresh morning light, the two figures were entangled again, and from time to time there was the clanging sound of weapons colliding.

In the beginning of autumn, the weather is getting cooler, Jiang Yi in addition to having to complete the four actions of stabbing and slashing every day 6,000 times, as soon as he has leisure time, he will compete with the sword servant Mo Lan, and after many competitions, he can insist on five moves under the condition of Mo Lan's full strength, and the knife technique is no longer like the initial only brute force indiscriminate chopping, and slowly began to have some rules to speak of, but there is still a lot of distance from entering the room.

After the summer and autumn equinox, there was a cold dew, and Wang Lao, who had not appeared for a long time, finally appeared, casually glanced at Jiang Yi, who was sweating profusely and slashing with his knife, and said softly: "Recently, there has been a wave of wanderers outside the city, burning, killing and looting, what do you think?"

Jiang Yi put the Xuantie knife on his shoulder, and said with an evil spirit: "It's cut it." ”

In the dim light, Minghua Mansion rode out of Qingzhou City.

After running for dozens of miles to the wilderness, he saw a bonfire flashing on a small hillside, and the old sword god wearing a hat stopped and threw Jiang Yi a flower-faced mask.

Jiang Yi covered his face, nodded at the old man, and rushed forward alone.

There were five or six fierce middle-aged men sitting around the bonfire on the hillside, all of them with a cold expression, and when the men heard the sound of horses' hooves, they looked up, and saw a man sitting on a horse watching them, because the man was wearing a flower face mask, he could not see the expression, but the man was dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, and it seemed that he was a rich man with no eyes.

Immediately, the man looked condescendingly at the end of the wave of bandits from a distance, and one of them, a man with a black scar on the right side of his face, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the man sitting on the horse as if he had seen a big fat sheep.

The man with the scar smiled gloomily, waved his hand lightly, and two people on the side stood up with machetes in their hands, and some couldn't wait to walk towards the masked man.

The two men walked over somewhat casually, and the motionless appearance of the man on the horse fell into their eyes, undoubtedly because he had been frightened stupidly.

"Hey, are you a man or a woman, who are you scaring with a grimace?" a man came over with a big grin, and looked at the sturdy horses with some envy, his eyes full of greed.

"This horse is good, leave to..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he vaguely saw the man sitting on the horse pull out a long knife with a blackened body, and the next moment he was in a different place.

"Damn, that's a stick!" Another man immediately warned and wanted to turn around and retreat, but the man on horseback caught up and slashed him in the back, and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Jiang Yi exhaled a breath and adjusted his breathing, there was a great element of luck in killing people just now, if it weren't for these two people being too careless, he wouldn't have killed so easily.

There were four other people around the campfire, and this time three stood up, and the scarface still sat in place and looked at him with interest, not feeling sorry for the damage of the two subordinates, it seems that those two people are not confidants, it doesn't matter.

Seeing that the three people with weapons in their hands surrounded in an arc, Jiang Yi turned over and dismounted, and without waiting for the three of them to form a circle, he ran wildly with his knife.

The reaction of the three of them was obviously a little different from the previous two, and after seeing the masked man's movements, he quickly moved sideways and stood side by side.

Jiang Yi was slightly stunned, and he didn't have time to think about it, and the long knife had already been swung over.

Sure enough, the long knife was fiercely opened by the man standing in the middle, and the men on both sides tacitly swung the knife and slashed, if Jiang Yi did not learn from the sword servant Mo Lan before, he would definitely die when he encountered this thrilling situation, and at the last moment, he leaned back, and the long knife was inserted on the ground with a little bit of strength, and he rolled over in embarrassment, and there was a little mud on the flower face mask.

Jiang Yi, who was hidden under the flower face, frowned slightly, this was not the level of ordinary rogues, he faintly felt a sinister aura from these men, which was the temperament that can only be revealed by ruthless people who have killed people.

The three of them killed in an orderly manner, Jiang Yi was passively caught in the struggle, his two fists were invincible to his four hands, and soon there were two more blood-red marks on his body.

Jiang Yi, who was at a disadvantage, tried his best to protect the vital point, and after a while, he slowly gained a foothold, and he actually had the leisure to observe the three of them coldly observing the knife skills of the three people who were not afraid of death, and on the other side, he also had to separate the scarred man by the bonfire.

The three bandits with several lives in their hands seemed to be calm and relaxed, which masked man actually belonged to the type that became more and more brave the more he fought, which made the three people who had originally had the intention of playing more and more solemn and miserable.

Seeing the empty space, fighting the price of another knife in his left arm, Jiang Yi slashed one of them in the abdomen, and the person fell to the ground in pain, taking advantage of the other two's stunned efforts, Jiang Yi simply drew a deep blood mark on the neck of the other person.

One dead and one wounded, the last man was aroused by the death of his companion, and slashed over with a roar, Jiang Yi turned slightly sideways, kicked on the man's calf, and plunged the long knife into the back of the bandit's heart.

Jiang Yi pulled out the long knife, and with a clean sound, the clothes were already stained with blood, he looked at the scarface who was still looking as usual next to the bonfire, and smiled slightly, of course, the scarface couldn't see that he was smiling.

In front of Scarface, he slammed his long knife into the head of the badly wounded bandit.

Then he stood up straight, shook off the bright red blood stains on the black knife, and gently hooked his right hand towards Scarface, and said loudly: "If you accidentally hack a few of your subordinates, are you angry, come on, hack me to death." ”