Qin Yan waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, rest for a while before coming." ”

Fang Qiuyao was about to respond, but heard Liu Wanyun speak: "According to your physical condition, you should still have half of your physical strength left, why do you have to rest now?" Get up, don't waste time!"

Qin Yan's body did not move, and complained: "Isn't it okay to let me rest for a while? Even if the landlord persecuted the long-term workers, there was no such thing!"

Liu Wanyun looked at him, and the corners of her mouth raised lightly: "Hey, since Young Master Han is tired, let the slave family come and wait for you to rest!"

Qin Yan caught a glimpse of a silver light between her fingers, and suddenly bounced up from the chair like an electric shock, and said in a loud voice: "No need, no need, I'm already resting, don't work for Miss Liu!" Brother Fang, come, let's make two more moves." ”

Fang Qiuyao stepped forward in response, and the two of them started to move again. This time, after Qin Yan tried two moves against Fang Qiuyao, he found that if he had divine help, he could actually dodge most of his tricks, and the strength and angle of the counterattack had improved a lot, and the posture of swinging the sword was actually the same as himself.

Qin Yan fought with him, and he felt like he was facing another self, and even the charm of the sword was the same as his own. However, after all, Fang Qiuyao had only learned the moves he had performed before, and the connection was not coherent, Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, and his sword qi flew like silver light, still suppressing Fang Qiuyao to death.

However, although Fang Qiuyao was at a disadvantage this time, he also attacked and defended, and he no longer had the embarrassment at the beginning. If a stranger watched the battle, he would think that he was a master who had been refining his swordsmanship for several years.

After a while, even Ye Piaoling, who was not very interested in martial arts, saw the mystery, his eyes widened in surprise, and he asked loudly: "Wanyun, what's going on? Fang Gongzi is learning too fast!"

Fang Qiuyao heard his admiration in the fierce battle, so he worked harder and began to look for an opportunity to fight back. But when he did this, he messed up the rules, how could Qin Yan allow him to easily find an opportunity to counterattack? With a few swords down, he burst into Fang Qiuyao's defensive circle, causing him to be so busy that even the block was messy.

Liu Wanyun said lightly: "The strongest thing about the body of pure karma is that it can quickly simulate the opponent's moves, and it can be used to learn martial arts in a day. It's a pity that Fang Shaoxia's mind is unstable, otherwise he ......"

When Fang Qiuyao heard Liu Wanyun's comment, he was ashamed and anxious, and his mind was even more confused, and he was suddenly stabbed in the chest by Qin Yan's sword, tearing open his clothes, leaving a bloody mark on the skin on his chest. Fang Qiuyao suddenly fell into an ice cave, his hands and feet stiffened, and his face was gloomy: "I, I'm too stupid......"

Qin Yan said: "Martial arts is the most distracted way, since you can't be disturbed by the outside world, then please ask Brother Ye and Miss Liu to avoid it for the time being!"

Ye Piaoling stuck out his tongue and walked towards the door, but saw that Liu Wanyun didn't move, and snorted coldly: "So you can be lazy openly?"

"Hey, what do you think I'm going to be?"

Ye Piaoling walked to Liu Wanyun's side and persuaded: "Wanyun ......"

Liu Wanyun waved his hand and said, "Don't listen to him, if you can't even stand this little interference, what should you do when you face the enemy? The other party is a group of guys who kill people without blinking!"

At this time, Fang Qiuyao spoke: "It's my fault, I shouldn't be distracted." Brother Han, let's do it again!" he raised his sword and assumed a fighting posture.

Qin Yan shook his head: "That's it, maybe another way is more suitable for you." You, look at it!"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, recalled the countless scenes of himself practicing his sword in the dark, and after thinking quietly for a while, he suddenly raised his right hand, and suddenly a silver lightning bolt swept through the air, and then stopped castration and danced with his body.

With his own perception of swordsmanship, as well as combined with Fang Qiuyao's own cultivation, Qin Yan tried to create a new set of martial arts.

At first, he was just practicing in front of Fang Qiuyao, and he slowed down his movements. However, as a series of attacks poured out, a kind of inspiration that had been stored in his head grew stronger and stronger. While the hilt of the sword flew in his palm, he suddenly thought of the many divine skills he had experienced. The earth-shattering fierceness of the Eternal Flying Stream, the Flowing Cloud Soft Water Palm Technique stretching the net, the agility and elegance of the Emperor's Extreme Immortal Sword, the domineering and fierce Heaven-shaking Sword, and the precision and treachery of the Shadowless Flying Knife, at the same moment, a divine thought was derived in his chest!

No one can encompass all the essence of peerless learning at the same time in swordsmanship, what Qin Yan can do is to capture the shadow of those charms with a sword intent in his chest. Compared with the way of martial arts that has been passed down for thousands of years in the rivers and lakes, he is just a child chasing behind an adult, holding a broken sword, stumbling and imitating the posture of his ancestors either arrogant or tragic, wanting to learn his own way of growth from it.

He began to dance his sword, very lightly, slowly, and carefully, like a thief who had stolen a treasure for fear of being caught. The inspiration of this moment made him forget the occasion he was in, forget the three pairs of eyes that were staring at him, and he only cared about moving slowly, very seriously and carefully imitating the charm of his life.

Fate made him involuntarily trapped in this misfortune, but it also made him never so truly appreciate the breadth and profundity of the way of martial arts, and only after losing the search spell can he completely realize his insignificance.

The Three Thousand Avenues are vast and deep, how much can one person learn?

Just depicting that touch of charm is enough to make people spend their years exhausted.

He got carried away, immersed himself in a new realm, unleashed his thoughts to his heart's content, rehearsed the questions and emotions generated in countless battles, and solved them in another way, stumbling through his own path in the process of asking and answering himself.

The voice of the Buddha is singing in the heart, and there is a light guiding ahead. "Life is created by oneself, the phase is born from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change. He silently recited the Buddha's words in his heart, and the long sword swung faster and faster, his clothes flew and his face was sprinkled with silver light, becoming a hazy shadow in the rapid dance. The impeccable beauty makes for a jaw-dropping and gorgeous scene.

Fang Qiuyao opened his mouth wide and looked at this scene in a daze, already dumbfounded. The countless blades seemed to cut through the space, silently blooming like lotus flowers, leaving remnants in his field of vision, and the flow of time seemed to be accelerated countless times. A plum blossom bloomed, and before he had time to appreciate the beauty of the alluring city, the short-lived beauty had disappeared with the wind, replaced by another completely different flower, and the process of opening and falling converged in an instant.

That was a trace of the charm of the "Dao" that Qin Yan realized, Fang Qiuyao couldn't see it clearly and couldn't understand it, he could only exhaust his efforts to forcibly remember the picture at this moment, hoping to catch a shadow of the divine sword.