Feng Qingyang grabbed Dugu Break, and carried light work, but between a few breaths, he went down the cliff, and then ran to the back mountain, in a blink of an eye, the confused Dugu Break felt stopped, opened his eyes, and was suddenly shocked, the front was flat, a stream, green trees, the forest ran out of water, and there was a thatched house in the clearing. Apparently this is the place where the wind is clear and retreats.

"Broken son, you rest here first, and go and cut some wood for the teacher, so that I can build you a thatched hut. ”

After Feng Qingyang finished speaking, he didn't wait for Dugu to answer, and he was already far away in a flash.

Dugu said in his heart: "Master, your secluded place has beautiful scenery and comfortable environment, but the hardware facilities are not up to par." ”

Sitting on the ground to recover some strength, Dugu felt bored, looked around, there were giant trees in the sky, occasionally I could hear a few birdsongs, and a few beast calls. Standing out in the mountains, he looked into the woods and seemed to feel a shiver of staring at him. Xin said: "Master, come back soon, it's terrible to call a beast." ”

After a while, seeing that the wind was clear and still didn't come back, Dugu Duan felt a little bored, he was originally a person with the surname of free and easy, but this clearing, surrounded by woods, made him think that he had arrived in the primeval forest, but he knew that this was the back mountain of Huashan.

"It looks like a nameless valley. Dugu guessed.

In the end, Dugu Duan set his sights on the only building, the thatched house. At this moment, another beast screamed, and Dugu ran to the thatched house regardless of the girl.

Dugu Duan, who hid in the house, felt a lot safer, and looked around, slightly surprised, because this room was simply too simple, with only one table, one chair and one bed, which was unbelievably simple.

"Master!"

Dugu muttered. He knew that Feng Qingyang was used to hardship, and he was sad and admired in his heart, he might have no problem enduring it for a year and a half in order to learn martial arts, but Feng Qingyang lived for decades, of course, there was also a sense of discouragement.

When I used to read martial arts novels, I thought that there were only three and a half who could be called kendo masters, namely the sword demon 'Dugu seeking defeat', the sword god 'Ximen blowing snow', the sword saint 'Feng Qingyang', and the half of the sword immortal 'Ye Gucheng'. As for what Fengyun World is, it's too perverted to count.

Among them, Ye Gucheng is the most pity, he is too trapped by mundane things and forgets the sword in his heart. Dugu is the strongest in seeking defeat, dominating the world, but seeking defeat. Ximen blows the coldest snow, sees blood with a sword, and seals his throat with a sword. And Feng Qingyang is the weakest, but because of this, Dugu is more admired, because in the past, Feng Qingyang, as the successor of the Sword Sect, majored in swordsmanship, so his internal strength is speculated according to Dugu Duan, it should be just the most ordinary Huashan internal strength, and the light skill is estimated to be not a high-level goods, the only thing that can be done is only a magical swordsmanship, which of course has the factor of Dugu Nine Swords, but what Dugu Nine Swords is talking about, the summary is "There are no tricks to win." ”

It can be said that the most important thing in practicing Dugu Jiujian is talent, all in one 'enlightenment', and nothing else matters. If Yue Buqun came to practice, it might not be as good as the ordinary Huashan swordsmanship, let alone any tricks. And Gu Dugu speculated that Feng Qingyang should have reached the realm of no tricks. Therefore, it is not too much to call him a sword saint, like that there is a Goryeo stick and dare to call him a sword master. He was glad to go, if he had already cut him down in Datang, at most he would have left him with a whole corpse in front of his three apprentices.

On the one hand, his favorite martial arts in his previous life was Dugu Nine Swords, plus he had never been in contact with martial arts, and he didn't even know the acupuncture points. On the other hand, because he has always had a thought in his heart, that is, he is the best candidate to practice Dugu Nine Swords, maybe this body is bleeding the blood of the Dugu family, but he thinks it may be because.

Bang!!!

There was a sound outside, interrupting Dugu's thinking, and he pushed the door to see that Feng Qingyang had already returned with wood.

"Master!"

Dugu walked over with a smile.

"Broken child, you came just in time, I was looking for you and help me build a shelf for these woods. Feng Qingyang smiled.

"Hmm!" Dugu nodded.

When!when!

The sound of the open space is endless, and the busyness of solitude and wind is clear and forgets to sleep and eat, gradually falling on the West Mountain, and the sky is getting late, and finally the thatched hut is built when it is dark.

"Hoo ......"

Dugu wiped his sweat, took a breath and looked at the thatched house that had been built, and said in his heart: "I can be regarded as a family with a house, or a villa, all of which are made of environmentally friendly materials, how can this be tens of thousands of flats in the previous life!"

"Duan'er, it's getting late today, you can rest for the night first, and I'll start teaching you martial arts tomorrow. Feng Qingyang admonished.

"Hmm!" Dugu nodded.

Lying on the wooden bed at night, my heart is extremely hot, martial arts. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, I couldn't sleep at all, and in desperation, I had to count the sheep and say, "A sheep!"

"Whew...... Whew......"

Dugu fell asleep safely

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The next morning, Dugu got up early in the morning, slept very well last night, pushed open the door of the house, the valley in the early morning, filled with a faint mist, like a fairyland, smelling the fragrance of flowers in the air, listening to the birdsong in the ear, refreshing.

When I came to the stream and washed my face, I saw the figure reflected in the clear water, I was intoxicated, and I couldn't wait to learn Dugu Jiujian immediately, so that everyone in the world could see my heroic appearance.

"When the time comes......"

I don't know what came to mind, but Dugu Duan showed a strange smile on his face.

Crash!

There were ripples in the water, and Duguduan's figure was also distorted, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be a fish, and he said in his heart: "You dare to break my handsome and dashing figure, do you say that I am steaming you, or is it braised or boiled?"

Dugu carried a dead fish and walked home. Xin said: "Oh, if you don't catch it just now, maybe it will sink to the bottom of the water by itself when it sees its handsome body." ”

I came to the woods and picked up a few pieces of firewood, and when I thought of eating grilled fish for breakfast, it seemed that something was wrong, and I said in my heart: "I will ask Master if he has a pot in a while." ”

Returning to Dugu in the thatched house, looking at the empty space, it was very strange, hasn't the master gotten up yet, won't it be a ...... While he was thinking wildly, he saw the wind come out of the woods to the east.

"Hey, Duan'er, you got up too, and caught a big fish, and I just picked some mushrooms. Let's drink fish soup in the morning!" said Feng Qingyang.

After breakfast, Dugu Duan and the wind came to the open space in front of the house, standing opposite each other

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Asking for a recommendation, there is no recommendation for 40,000 words, which is really difficult. If someone elects before going to bed at night, I'll add another chapter.