"Its shape is also like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. ”

The leisurely voice came out of Yu Zinan's mouth, which was quite flavorful. Although Ye Luo didn't know much about poetry, he also felt the elegance in it.

"Master, are you practicing swords?" Ye Luo walked over after seeing Yu Zinan put away his sword and said.

Yu Zinan nodded, then picked up the five petals on the ground and watched silently.

"Master, your swordsmanship is really powerful, this should be a swordsmanship that can only be used by cultivating immortals at a high level, right?" Ye Luo asked.

Yu Zinan smiled and said, "No, anyone can practice this swordsmanship." Because this set of swordsmanship does not require the slightest spiritual power. ”

"You don't need the slightest spiritual power to be so powerful?" Ye Luo immediately thought that if he practiced this set of swordsmanship, he might be able to open up his own path of cultivating immortals.

"Because this is not an immortal technique, but a set of swordsmanship for mortals, called the Flowing Wind and Snow Sword. Yu Zinan raised his head slightly and said, "Many years ago, I was ordered to go down the mountain and practice everywhere in the world, and I met a swordsman who had a handsome face, white clothes and snow, and was in his prime, but he was already white-haired. ”

"Why is that?" said Ye Luo.

"I don't know why. I saw that his swordsmanship was exquisite, and it implied the principle of yin and yang, so I wrote it down and called him a friend. Yu Zinan said.

"And what's the name of this swordsman?"

"I have forgotten his real name, but I know that he has a good name," Yu Zinan said with a smile, "His name is Xiaoyaozi." ”

Ye Luo read the name over and said, "Master, can you teach me this set of swordsmanship?"

Yu Zinan glanced at Ye Luo and said, "With your physique, if you can integrate this set of sword techniques, you may be able to use a greater power than the immortal techniques of ordinary disciples." If you want to learn, I will pass it on to you. But you can't tell anyone about it, just come here at this time of the day. ”

Ye Luo was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master." ”

However, when Ye Luo began to practice, he tasted the bitterness, this sword technique is really treacherous, varied, mysterious, and the changes in the formation are general, the sword blade is crossed, there are different moves, different moves, and the power produced is not the same.

Yu Zinan had also heard that people with turtle spirit roots looked like ordinary people on the outside, and they had no qualifications, so in the early days, he guided Ye Luo in every way, and patiently taught every move and style.

Although Ye Luo was grateful in his heart and practiced diligently every day, he still learned very slowly, and it took half a year to barely memorize the sword moves.

"Ye Luo, now that you have learned all the sword moves, but you are still very stiff in learning, you must understand them thoroughly, you know?" Yu Zinan said.

"Master, how can we integrate it?" Ye Luo said with some embarrassment.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a leaf blew lightly, slowly passing behind Yu Zinan.

Yu Zinan just glanced at it, and immediately the sword light flashed, and the leaf was cut in half.

In Ye Luo's surprised and envious eyes, Yu Zinan said: "What you have to do in the future is very simple, that is, aim at a leaf, stab it with a sword, don't hesitate halfway, be sure to stab the center of that leaf." When you stab 30,000 leaves, you'll have mastered your swordsmanship. ”

"Master, is it okay to just stab the leaf in the center?" Ye Luo watched another leaf slowly fall, and felt that this matter should not be difficult.

So, he tried to stab it with a sword.

However, at this time, the wind was stronger, and the leaves instantly floated upward, and Ye Luo's sword didn't even touch the leaves.

Yu Zinan looked at Ye Luo, whose face was flushed, and said, "Okay, you don't have to come in the morning in the future, just practice in front of your own house." In addition, you have learned almost the formation, and even the comprehension of the formation is above me. I'm going to retreat and cultivate recently, and I've already handed over the affairs of the Jishui Palace to Datong, so if you have anything to do in the future, you can just find him. ”

"Yes, Master. Under Ye Luo's grateful gaze, Yu Zinan walked back to the house.

Thus, Ye Luo's life of practicing swords began.

Ye Luo began to really understand what 30,000 leaves were, because on the first day, he only pierced ten leaves. At this rate, it would take 3,000 days, or more than eight years, to pierce 30,000 leaves.

Ye Luo shivered, at the end of the day, when he practiced the sword the next day, because he had practiced too much on the first day, there was no extra time to rest, his hands were already trembling so much that he couldn't hold the sword steadily, but he still stabbed unremittingly.

Although he only pricked five leaves the next day.

The wind in Canglong Mountain is very strong, and the Keishui Palace is located at the end, surrounded by big trees and pines, and Ye Luo practices swords under a big tree every day.

The wind blew, and the leaves fell one after another, Ye Luo first had to identify a leaf, and then the long sword stabbed it, although it was always in vain, but Ye Luo persevered.

After more than half a year, although Ye Luo did not stab many leaves, his arm strength was perfect, and when he got the sword, he would no longer feel tired, as if he had become a part of his body.

The other six disciples would occasionally come over, and when they saw Ye Luo pricking leaves here, they all thought it was quite interesting at first, but then they all gradually got bored. Although Ye Luo is often alone, he has a weak temperament, so it doesn't matter, plus he can still talk to Lan Xue occasionally at night, so he is satisfied.

On this day, it was late autumn, and the autumn wind was cold, blowing all over the fallen leaves. Ye Luo was sweating profusely after practicing all morning, but he was still only able to stab one sword for every ten swords. Ye Luo knew what Yu Zinan meant by stabbing three leaves by himself, he should have wanted to stab himself with a hundred stabs.

However, judging from the current results, I am still far from being a hundred thorns.

In the golden autumn season, it should be the harvest season, but Ye Luo saw that he had not grown much, and he was upset, so he simply threw his sword aside, sighed, and fell to the ground.

"Alas, when will I be as powerful as Master?" Ye Luo looked up at the sky, recalling the scene when Yu Zinan had only glanced at it and stabbed the fallen leaves.

At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew, and all the fallen leaves were blown up, and the colorful leaves, like dancing butterflies, taught people to be intoxicated.

A leaf slowly fell on Ye Luo's eyes, and Ye Luo took it away, just about to throw it away. Another gust of wind blew, slowly brushing away the golden fallen leaves from Ye Luo's hand, gently like a lover's hand.

Ye Luo's heart trembled violently.

The moment the leaves left his palm, he seemed to understand something.

"Leaves fly because of the wind. What I'm going to stab shouldn't be the leaves, it's the wind!" Ye Luo jumped up from the ground excitedly and said to himself.

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