Wu Zhen looked at Ling Huheng, who was smirking while eating, and touched his face with some confusion, thinking that there were grains of rice on his face, and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Ling Hu Heng was just immersed in the joy of meeting Yang Zhishuang, and was broken by Wu Zhen's question, and couldn't help but return to reality, seeing Wu Zhen's dazed look, Ling Hu Heng sat down and said, "There is nothing?"

Wu Zhen was stunned for a moment and said, "Then what are you laughing at?"

Ling Huheng glanced at the silent Taoist beside him, and said, "Where am I smiling? Big man, are you mistaken? Eat your meal!"

Practicing swords after dinner is a habit that makes Hu Heng and Wu Zhenlei unable to move, but today's Ling Hu Heng is really a little abnormal, and a set of swordsmanship is practiced crookedly, and it is not in order. But the expression on his face was as serious as promised, which was really confusing. Wu Zhen couldn't stand it anymore, and said loudly: "Senior brother, why do you use this move like this? You should lunge back a little with your left leg, raise the fairy sword in your right hand by half an inch, and withdraw your right hand to charge your strength!"

Ling Hu Heng's mood is not at all about practicing swords, it can be said that "Xiang Zhuang dances the sword, the intention is Pei Gong", and Ling Hu Heng dances the sword with the intention of Yang Zhishuang! Where have you ever wondered if your sword moves are correct? Now that he heard Wu Zhen say this, Ling Hu Heng slightly restrained his mind, and took a closer look, he found that he had indeed made a mistake in practicing, and if he was playing the right move, he would have lost with such a small flaw. Even if you don't lose, you'll be at a disadvantage. Thinking of this, Ling Huheng's face was hot, and he hurriedly glanced at the expressionless silent Taoist beside him. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but feel a tightening heart: "It's bad, let the old Taoist priest see it, wouldn't it be a shame to lose a lot of hair?" No, you have to practice hard!" Thinking of this, he restrained his mind and easily came out with a set of "Cuilan Sword Technique". Give full play to that sword intent, like a mountain, like flowing water. Ling Hu Heng was unconsciously immersed in the world of swords. It's hard to extricate yourself.

Although Wu Zhen is honest, he is not a fool, seeing Ling Huheng so abnormal, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "If it weren't for the tone of the title of junior brother, it wouldn't have changed." I thought it wasn't my junior brother in front of me. Could it be that he was robbed and broke his brain? Is this abnormal? Alas, poor junior brother! Speaking of which, it's all my fault......" When Wu Zhen was feeling sorry for himself, he saw Ling Huheng using the "Cuilan Swordsmanship", and he was no longer in danger, Wu Zhen thought excitedly: "Senior brother is still a junior brother, it hasn't changed!" Wu Zhen knew the "Cuilan Swordsmanship", and the old man wanted to teach it to him together. But he said that he could not chew too much, so he did not learn. And this "Cuilan Sword Technique" is the culmination of the ancient sword school's swordsmanship. There are a total of nine hundred and eighty-one formulas, and the number of "nine nine" is intended to be when the tricks are exhausted, and the sword intent is endless. With such a complicated swordsmanship, Wu Zhen couldn't arouse his interest at first sight, because in his opinion, if there were too many sword moves, he would have to practice for a long time, just like the silent Taoist taught, a sword move should be practiced for at least ten days, until it was practiced without thinking. Wu Zhen was already going to practice the sword technique, so where was he willing to spend another time? Naturally, he didn't want to learn it.

Fortunately, Linghu Heng is talented and intelligent, such complicated sword moves, he actually simplified the complex, and memorized all the sword moves in more than a month, and it only took two months to make it look good, but it has not yet reached the hall of elegance, but it is not a problem to use one or two of the most familiar moves in the sword moves.

In fact, no matter what a smart person does, he will think of simple ways and use the simplest methods to solve the most difficult problems. And people with dull minds will not turn around and solve problems step by step, so they are far less efficient. However, the way of sword practice varies from person to person, talent is innate, can not be changed, how to develop a set of sword practice methods suitable for themselves, is the most important. Like Ling Huheng, he has a good memory and good talent, so he can naturally learn more swordsmanship, while Wu Zhen's talent is mediocre, so he practices some swordsmanship within his ability, but he can also turn rotten wood into magic, and ordinary people such as "Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles" can defeat the enemy. Therefore, the sword technique is not static, but varies from person to person. The silent Taoist is very clear, so his teaching methods are also different from person to person, so that these two disciples with very different talents, but each shines, is really a famous teacher!

Everyone in the world knows that there are very few famous teachers, and many times they don't know about it, and the master just leads them into the door, and the cultivation is up to everyone. And how to guide everyone's practice is not something that every master can do. Only those who are silent, although they are silent, say everything they say is the words of Jin Shi, and the methods they teach their disciples are different from person to person, so that they can have Wu Zhen and Ling Hu Heng today!

If it were according to Ling Hu Heng's jumping temperament, if he changed to a master, I am afraid that he would have gone down the mountain gate a long time ago, where would he respect the teacher so much? Don't look at Ling Hu Heng's mouthful of an "old Taoist", in fact, in his mind, the weight of a silent Taoist is not inferior to that of Du Sheng, a god operator!

The silent Taoist didn't know when he walked away, leaving only two diligent disciples, waving their swords and dancing in the hazy moonlight, and the slightest sword qi echoed in the green bamboo forest......

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Hu Heng woke up from a night of cultivating spiritual power, and after finishing his work, he walked out of the bamboo house refreshed. Wu Zhen, who had already gotten up, was making breakfast, and the silent Taoist didn't know where he had gone early in the morning, and the bamboo house was already empty.

Seeing Ling Huheng get up, Wu Zhen said: "Senior brother, the master told us to go directly to the main hall after breakfast, don't wait for him." ”

Ling Hu Heng was stunned and said, "The old Taoist priest is out?"

Wu Zhen said: "Master went out before dawn, as if there was something urgent. ”

Ling Huheng didn't care, just let out a faint "oh". The two worked together to make breakfast, during which there was laughter and laughter, and the two brothers were like brothers. After breakfast, he gently covered the door of the bamboo house, and went up to the sky with Edgeworth, heading towards the main hall.

At this time, the ancient sword faction seemed to have caught up with a grand festival, and the sound of the sword, the sound of breaking the air, the laughter, and the sound were endless. Especially in front of the main hall, the crowd was full of voices, as if they had returned to the ancient sword sect forty years ago.

Ling Huheng and Wu Zhen walked into the hall together. As if they were born focus, everyone lowered their voices in unison. Wu Zhen was a little frightened, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother." Why is it like everyone is looking at us?"

Ling Huheng snickered: "Not looking at me, but looking at you!"

Wu Zhen was a little stunned: "Why? Is there something on my face again?" Wu Zhen was stuffy in the kitchen for a while all day, and it was inevitable that he would get some black pot bottoms, but obviously he guessed wrong this time.

Ling Huheng explained with a smile: "You were in the limelight at the competition, and everyone envied you and was afraid of you, so they stopped talking when they saw you." ”

Wu Zhen scratched the back of his head. He said, "I'm just trying my best to learn."

Ling Hu Heng could see that Wu Zhen had gone through so many battles, and his current cultivation was steadily in the late Yuan Infant period. This is undoubtedly a great irony for those "geniuses" who claim to be talented!

Just when everyone was talking in a low voice, pointing and pointing from time to time, the disciples outside the door exclaimed, "The head is here!"

The shout. It's like a contagion. After a while, everyone fell silent. And an old Taoist wearing a black gold-rimmed Taoist robe led a group of elders to rush in, through the way of the crowd, all the way to the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch, before turning around. Ling Huheng found that Yang Zhishuang was also by the side of Yang Xianyang, the head of the Ancient Sword Sect, just like when he first joined the sect. Ling Huheng looked at her in surprise, and Yang Zhishuang also noticed Ling Huheng. The corners of the mouth curved slightly in a nice arc. Many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were stunned, and only Ling Hu Heng knew. Yang Zhishuang was greeting him!

At this time, Yang Xianyang spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, Poor Dao received news from fellow Daoists in Baolin Temple yesterday that the Demon Gate has begun to infiltrate the state capital under the jurisdiction of our Six Holy Lands, no matter what the purpose of the Demon Gate is, such a blatant invasion has already violated the safety of the secular people. Eliminating demons and defending the road is where the righteousness of our generation lies. Forty years ago, the Demon Gate had already waged an undeclared war against our Ancient Sword Sect, so that the elite of this sect had lost everything. Now, we must not only fight back, but also fight back beautifully, and officially start a war with the Demon Gate!"

Yang Xianyang's words were like a raging fire that ignited the ambitions of all the young disciples present, and at that moment, they felt that their blood was already boiling! It's just that they had not experienced the edge of life and death, had not experienced the baptism of blood, and simply thought that the Demon Sect was an empty word, and the essence was that where would the Demon Gate be their opponent, they could defeat the so-called Demon Sect disciples at will. As everyone knows, what they are facing is not a sheep, but a group of hungry wolves, a group of hungry wolves who will do whatever it takes! It is foreseeable that this kind of mentality of theirs will suffer losses, and they will even throw away their own lives! Ling Hu Heng is different, he has seen with his own eyes that the Demon Gate does not hesitate to sacrifice his own lives in order to achieve his goal, such a terrible sect is actually the "sheep" in the mouth of the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect! If it were not for Ling Hu Heng's last-minute help, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Gate would have fallen into the hands of the Demon Gate, and life would be worse than death. It can be seen from this that what a perverted and frenzied sect this is!

Although Yang Xianyang was bitter and wanted to put safety first, many young and vigorous disciples didn't care, thinking that the Demon Gate was just a shrunken turtle, but Er'er.

Next, because of the urgency of the situation and without a lot of preparation, Yang Xianyang began to assign the state capital to which the disciples went. Fortunately, I don't know if Yang Xianyang was intentional or unintentional, he actually assigned Ling Hu Heng, Wu Zhen, Yang Zhishuang and Yue'er to the Bianzhou Mansion where Ling Tian Palace was located! Ling Hu Heng was overjoyed, but Yang Zhishuang pretended not to know anything, and looked down at the pair of finely made embroidered shoes. Ling Huheng understood that Yang Zhishuang must have used some "unbright" means to "threaten" Yang Xianyang to have this assignment.

After the distribution, Yang Xianyang once again said solemnly: "Poor Dao again, this time it is a battle without rehearsal, casualties are inevitable, remember to put safety first! Punishing evil is promoting good, we must stick to the morality in our hearts, I hope you can all understand it well!" Yang Xianyang said that he naturally should take action, and do not have the kindness of a woman. It's ridiculous, but some disciples still don't think so.

A trace of unspeakable heartache flashed in the corner of Yang Xianyang's eyes, he knew that these disciples who grew up in the greenhouse would definitely have casualties this time, but for the sake of righteousness, for the future of the Ancient Sword Sect, he still decided so!

Without further ado, there was no parting, and after nearly five hundred disciples said goodbye to Yang Xianyang, they formed a team and rushed to their own state capitals. Yang Xian looked up at the figures of the sword soaring into the air, and his eyes were full of tears! (To be continued......)

PS: What college student's physical test on Saturday directly made me want to die, and my whole body was sore for two days, and I didn't even have the mood to code words. Fortunately, I can survive and finish this chapter. It's not easy to code words, ask for a click~~~