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 After thinking about this layer of joints, Yan Zhengming knew that it was time for him to travel down the mountain.
 The depths of the water are hot, you can forge *, you can forge joy, you can forge your spirit.
 Although Fuyao Wooden Sword is an introductory sword technique, it is a secret that mortals rise and fall in a lifetime. This is not something that can be built behind closed doors. He is soaking all day in the gentle township of Fuyao Mountain. Road red dust rolling.
 Not everyone can get this kind of chance coincidence, can know where their bottlenecks are. Generally, when people in this practice encounter this situation, they will naturally be ecstatic and go up against the current to break the wall.
 But Master Yan is he ordinary?
 The words "traveling down the mountain" flashed in his vase-like head for a moment, and then he was overwhelmed by all kinds of windy meals and inconveniences under the mountain.
 When mentioning down the mountain, just thinking about how much luggage to bring, Yan Zhengming turned into two big heads, and all his lazy muscles came out to rebel, stumbling him forward and backward.
 "Traveling?" At last, the young master said with a wide heart, "Whoever loves to go, I don't go anyway-the bottleneck is the bottleneck, let it be."
 Yan Zhengming made up his mind. He planned to ignore the jerky and unsmooth points in swordsmanship. Anyway, Jianzhao remembered it, he should learn it by himself, and ask Master to learn the fourth form tomorrow.
 This ambitious, passable master sedated lazily with peace of mind. He waved and hit a few small stones to help Master beat down the four masters who climbed to the tree and digged out of the bird's nest with a wooden sword. The directions were precise and powerful. appropriate.
 Yan Zhengming looked at Han Yuan, who was screaming and lying on the ground, and had realized that his kung fu had been small, so he didn't have to be too real.
 After noon, the day of torture between the master and the disciples finally ended.
 Except for the elder brother, everyone went back to the hospitals to eat, rest, and work hard in the afternoon. Those who didn't want to work hard could play with the monkeys on the mountain.
 Muchun's real people are all stocking their disciples, but they are told to obey the door regulations. Be honest on the night of the fifteenth day of each month, and don't run wild in the mountains.
 Only Yan Zhengming would stay in the afternoon and continue to face the old face of Master.
 Seeing the Dao boys moving wood and carving knife one after another, Li Zhi explained to his two new teachers and brothers: "That is the charm, the charm is divided into bright and dark charms, and the bright charms are such things carved on it. Yes, the most common is wood. If it is a master, gold stones can also be used as materials. Dark charms are much more powerful. Water, air, and even mind can become spells-but that is a legend. No one has seen it. However, it is estimated that it can be done with great power. "
 Cheng Qian pretended not to be curious, but actually raised his ears.
 After all, the charm is the root of the fairy, and the fairy is the most intuitive impression of ordinary people on the cultivation of immortals.
 Han Yuan came up familiarly and asked, "Second Brother, what is power?"
 Li Yan grinned at him with a grin: "Which one in the world dares to call it 'yes', it's so great that he can ascend to heaven."
 Han Yuan didn't have a good impression on the big brother, but he also knew that he couldn't afford him, not to mention that Xiaohuahua didn't have as much face as Cheng Qian, and he didn't remember his revenge deeply. A pack of pine nuts was enough to make him smile and show favor.
 He looked at Yan Zhengming's free and envious back with a bit of envy, and asked Li Yan, "Big brother, when can we learn to carve that?"
 "We can't learn," Li said, waving his hand, pretending to be regretful. "If you want to learn amulet, you must have a sense of qi-do n’t ask me what qi is, I do n’t know, but Master said it is a kind of Communicating the mysterious feelings of heaven and earth ... Master, you will understand later, you do n’t have to pay too much attention to what he says, you do n’t understand if you care. ”
 Li Yan has thin lips, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned. He smiles with a three-point smile. When he smiles, it does n’t look like a good thing. When he said this, he paused for a moment, then frowned pretendingly: "But some people I ca n’t feel the air for life, some because of bad qualifications, and some because of bad luck. "
 Han Yuan heard his face tightened, and unconsciously straightened his back: "That's a pity."
 "Of course it's a pity," Li said. "No sense of vitality. We can train this wooden sword no matter how good it is. It's just to keep fit and healthy. It's not much use."
 First, Cheng Qian listened to Li Yan's words, and didn't take it easy, because he already thought that Yan Zhengming was an embroidered pillow. Yan Zhengming could breathe out in seven or eight years. If he were not as good as a pillow, It is better to die as soon as possible and ask Xianxian this heart and go back to farming for small businesses.
 But when Li Zhi said that, his words had something to say, and the strength of the words was already heard by Cheng Qianqian.
 Cheng Qian turned to Li Yan's gaze and opened his mouth slowly: "I listen to Brother Er's meaning, how do I seem to know how to awaken the sense of breath?"
 Li Yan smiled at him, and even his eyebrows were bent, as if a pair of black and white sharp hooks, looking at Cheng Qian meaningfully, just watching, but not talking.
 Cheng Qian didn't get hooked and said indifferently: "Oh, that's great, I wish Brother to get what he wants soon."
 If there is really such a way to exercise the sense of qi, can Li Yan start to do it for a year? It's clearly a bad idea, so try to find a way for the dead.
 This little cub had a lot of eyes, and Li Hun's eyes were drawn.
 Han Yuan could not sit still, Wen Yan immediately asked: "What? What method?"
 Li Yi then gave up Cheng Qian and turned his head to sell Han Yuan: "Can't say, it violates the rules."
 He said "can't say", but his tone was "come soon."
 Li Yan dug a big pit in front of him, Han Yuan also cooperated very well and stepped in without a word.
 Han Yuan seemed to be in the just-changed toad, and he had already formed a tie with the newly-acquainted two brothers, and he kept asking hard, and Li Ye "is compelled", "everything can't be avoided", and finally whispered: "I see After a book, we are remembering the scenery of Fuyao Mountain, saying that under the mountain is the big demon, and every night on the night of the new year-that is, the fifteenth day of the year-the demon's demon echoes with the moon phase. Qi and turbulence stir up in the cave, and at this time, even mortals who have not yet entered can have a sense of Qi. "
 Li Yan's voice turned: "Of course, our head master is fatal. The disciples are forbidden to leave the hospital on the first day and the fifteenth night of each month. The mountain caves are forbidden to go."
 Han Yuan listened thoughtfully.
 Li Xun persuaded falsely: "Masters and brothers have just started, may not have begun to recite the rules of seven or forty-nine times? Clearly written in it, such a good qualification as a little master, you must Step-by-step practice can one day have a sense of anger, and you can't keep thinking about taking shortcuts all day long, violating door rules, right?
 Cheng Qianpi answered with a smile, "The second brother is right."
 Li Yan: "..."
 Li Yan looked at Cheng Qian from the top to the bottom. His three non-speaking brothers seemed thin and small, and no one could see his face when he bowed his head.
 Li Yi was a little confused for a while. Are these three mentors young and timid, are they not good at talking, or are they long-sighted places?
 Cheng Qian's reconciliation made him a little bit weak, Li Li smiled reluctantly: "The younger brother of the three divisions is really good."
 Not far away, Yan Zhengming took the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus plum soup handed up by Dao Tong, and when he looked up, he just saw this scene. He always felt that Li Zhi's heart was not correct. He was born when his fangs smiled. I saw a pair of ghosts.
 Yan Zhengming was suddenly in a whim, and he tilted his head and said to the Dao Tong next to him, "You called that little ... the shortest child, and I forgot it again, what's the name?"
 Dao Tong replied with sincerity: "That was the uncle of the third division Cheng Qian."
 "Ah, just him," Yan Zhengming nodded. "Let him wait for me for a while, and after I finish practicing the spell, I will say that Master asked me to point him at the sword."
 "When he gave him pointers, he didn't say a word, and it would play the banner of being a teacher again." Mu Chun thought slowly, but he raised his eyes and looked at Yan Zhengming, and didn't open it-the young master was It is lonely to grow so big on the huge hill, and it is rare for a child to accompany him.
 Datong trot ran forward to pass the word, Cheng Qian listened to it, but just thought that the big brother might be taking the wrong medicine.
 Han Yuan muttered in a different way: "I want to play with you for a while."
 Cheng Qian glanced at him and said, "You should be played by your two brothers."
 With such ridicule, he said goodbye to Li Yun and Han Yuan and waited silently, of course-not to wait for Master Yan, who is unknown to his brother or sister, Cheng Qian was actually talking about the so-called "amulet "Curious.
 It was a pity that he soon discovered that the mystery of the charm was not felt by the person who was not angry-at least in his opinion, the master did nothing in the afternoon, just under the eyes of Master, holding a knife on the wood Carved vertical road.
 The only gain from this trip was to see the severe side of Master and his elderly.
 The big brother was exactly what he expected. It was an out-of-the-box embroidered pillow. After just sitting for a while, it seemed as if nails had grown on the buttocks, shaking them from left to right, and at the same time, pointing around a street maid to make them turn around.
 For a while, he felt that the bun was too tight, he had to recombine, for a while, he felt sweaty, to go back to change clothes, for a while to pay respect, and for a moment to drink water ... the water came, he was either too cold or hot Mouth, dislike it, dissatisfaction anyway.
 He also had to be swayed from time to time, always looking around, and often defaming Li Junmuchun, and occasionally humming a new song by the maids in his heart, anyway, his mind was not on the carved wood at all.
 Although Cheng Qian didn't understand what was good about the wood, he thought quite seriously about this approach of the master: "The lazy donkey is grinding."
 Mu Chun knew that his incompetent disciples had to make such a fuss, and put an hourglass on Yan Zhengming's table. The hourglass is a delicate fairy ware. It only takes half an hour to complete all the leaks and you can complete the practice of Yan Zhengming. It's over, but as soon as he walks away, the sand will immediately freeze, and the hourglass of half an hour will often drag him to darkness.
 Yan Zhengming originally thought that in terms of "passing and passing", the master and apprentice could be a pair of acquaintances, but every time they practiced a spell, the master became uncharacteristic and became somewhat unfriendly.
 Mu Chun has said that he is actually enlightened by a sword. Most of those who enlighten with a sword are determined, but there are exceptions, such as Master Yan, so he must forge it twice to prevent it from becoming obsolete.
 Cheng Qian looked aside for a while, feeling no benefit to himself, so he retracted his eyes and whispered to the Taoist boy next to paper and pen. He began to do his homework for the day-write the rules first, then the master. I read it in the morning.
 Seeing Mu Chun, his harsh look softened finally, beckoning at him: "Cheng Qian is here, you are backlit."
 Yan Zhengming frowned, looking up at Master's triangular eyes.
 Where is the backlight at noon? This clearly shows that the Master is giving him a good look, and letting him see that he is not as solid as this little.
 Yan Zhengming tilted his head and glanced at Cheng Qian's words. For a while, he forgot that he wanted to leave him, and unreasonably exasperated: "The dog's paw is pressed more carefully than this one."
 After all, Cheng Qian was very young and his city was limited. He replied without raising his head: "Thank you, Brother, for teaching, the dog's paw can't be neatly pressed, because the animal can't sit still."
 After saying that, he glanced at the hourglass with a pointed finger, and Yan Zhengming found that the **** hourglass stopped again. 2k novel reading network
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