Chapter 8:

Yan Zhengming slowly rubbed his wooden sword with a piece of silk, and watched for a while to practice his sword.
The swords of the masters are pure joke. Besides Li Li, they are somewhat human. The other two small things are basically two big monkeys holding sticks. There they hold wooden swords for juggling. Master is still correcting them. Sword gesture.
The master would say this: "Although the wooden sword is merciful, the sword is really short-sighted. Be cautious with the swordsman—Cheng Qian, do n’t touch your finger on the blade, you ca n’t even feel it with your ten fingers. ?"
One will say to that: "The East China Sea has a three-hundred-pound epee, and it was held in both hands. Obuchi, I don't think you're practicing swords, you're hitting iron."
From time to time, with two arms tied, he rushed to the rescue to rescue a fire lit by Li Yan's stick: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, oops, be careful!"
...... Saying "unbearable" is simply lifting these little cubs.
Master Yan's gaze turned around, and finally fell on Cheng Qian, and looked at the child a few more times.
He knew the fact that he was a puppet, but thought that he could not harm the heavens and others, and did not interfere with anyone, so he felt relieved, never repented, and kept pace with the times.
At the same time, Master Yan also admits that he is so superficial-he knows himself very well, knowing that whether he is "learning" or "character", he basically has nothing. Since he doesn't have both, Inconvenience is too demanding of others, so Yan Zhengming's likes and dislikes towards a person naturally leaves only "looking at the face".
According to this standard, such as Han Yuan's, in his eyes it is unforgiving.
"Looking at people and looking at faces" is Yan Zhengming's principle of being alive. In this regard, he would only make exceptions for two people: one is a master and the other is Li Zhi.
Even though Master looks like a man full of evil, but Master Yan has practiced with him for eight years, he was almost brought up by him, and is very close to him, so he is willing to forgive it.
And Li Yan ... even though Li Yan looks like a dog, Yan Zhengming still decides not to wear it with him. The goods are really nothing.
As for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming saw that he was actually very pleasing to the eye, otherwise he wouldn't give him candy as soon as he met—unfortunately, his third brother was not appreciative.
Of course, this is very pleasing to the eye. After all, Cheng Qian is still small. It is not clear whether the future is beautiful or disabled. It is not enough for Master Yan to stare at a little broken child and swing a wooden stick.
Masters and brothers in the courtyard raised by Master are running uproar, Yan Zhengming holding his wooden sword idly, standing on the side and walking away from God, pondering his own progress.
Yan Zhengming has been practicing the sword with Master for almost eight years, but Fuyao wooden sword barely practiced the third form.
Although the starting gesture was master-sketched by Master, it was sketched as a five-bird show for middle-aged and elderly people, but the swordplay itself was not ridiculous.
Yan Zhengming is not an ignorant little flower Han Yuan. Before he joined the Fuyao faction, the family invited him to the best swordsman master. Even if he was not good at art, his eyes were not blind.
There are five styles of Fuyao Wooden Swords, which are "Peng Cheng Wan Li", "Up and Down", "Things that go against what is expected", "Prosperity and Decline", and "Return to True". Each style has 25 strokes, countless changes. With the increase of age in recent years, Yan Zhengming sometimes has the illusion that this set of swordsmanship encompasses everything in the world. Stopping and thinking at every point can generate countless follow-up possibilities.
But these masters never said that Mu Chun would only tremble and compare the basic moves, and everything else would be understood by himself.
Several times, Yan Zhengming wanted to ask him why he refused to take apart the exquisite sword tricks, but without exception, he was foolishly mixed up by the old weasel.
Yan Zhengming thought for a while, stood up, and tried to go through the third type of "wrong things and wishes".
Speaking of glory, Rao is that he neither pursues Wencheng nor martial arts, and is lazy, but has been stuck in this style for two years, and he is somewhat embarrassed.
I do n’t know who got the name for this type of "what happened against my wish", it is appropriate to correct it countless times, he just doesn't know where he is stuck, and that awkward feeling is lingering in one move.
Yan Zhengming stopped after half of his practice, staring at his wooden sword and frowning.
On the one hand, the Dao Tong and the maid waited for a while, rushing to the fan, wiping the sweat.
It's a pity that this time the horse fart was caught on the horse's leg. The master practiced his sword and got a bottleneck. He was fussy and confused by this group of idiots.
He waved a hand sternly and yelled viciously: "Let's go away, don't get in the way! You won't be allowed to come here when I practice sword!"
The waitress Xiaoyuer asked timidly, "Master, is this the new rule?"
Where did this come from? Just because Master Yan was idle, he set up many "rules" for nothing—such as clothes and shoes must be the same color. When should he come up to comb his hair, wipe the desk table several times a day, and get up early in the morning for a drink. Herbal tea didn't speak before ... wait, everything, he made it all by himself.
I'm afraid I can't remember another bad head. The emperor may not have many of his problems.
Master Yan's face has not slowed down. As soon as his upper lip touched his lip, a new rule came out: "I will not call you when I practice the sword in the future.
Unfortunately, Qian Qian, who heard this sentence, was taken aback. He didn't expect that the elder brother even knew what "appearance".
Mu Chun, the real person leading Cheng Qian, gave a cough beside him and shouted, "Only."
As soon as Yan Zhengming turned his head, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian. The child didn't look at him. He lived in a small family who had never seen the world. He bowed his head "shyly" and followed behind Master.
… "Shyly" ridiculed and ridiculed many strange situations in the martial arts where others could not see.
Mu Chun pointed at Cheng Qiandao: "Your second master can't take care of it alone, and you can give pointers to the third master."
Li Ye couldn't help but take care of him. He was already taking Han Yuan to the house to uncover the tiles.
Yan Zhengming didn't practice his sword tricks, he didn't point others' feelings, and he frowned blatantly when he heard the words. He flattered and arrogantly blasted his impatient complaint to Master.
Everyone knew that Cheng Qian, who was more resentful than him, didn't understand why Master refused to instruct himself. What can a master do?
Teach him how to look tall in the mirror?
However, Yan Zhengming did not refute Master's face in front of his brother. He suppressed the dissatisfaction that he almost wanted to blurt out, and patiently asked: "Master, I always seem to be wrong.
"What's wrong?"
Nowhere is right, the whole body is not smooth. When practicing this style, Yan Zhengming feels like he is running backwards and is struggling.
However, although he understood in his heart, he could not describe his mysterious and mysterious feeling for a moment, and his tongue was full of words, and I didn't know where to start. In the end, Yan Zhengming said as if he had been possessed: "It looks like ... not very good-looking."
Cheng Qian, who stood by with cold eyes, reconfirmed that this big brother is a big straw bag in gold and silver.
Master hit Tai Chi with a grinning smile, and said, "Hurry up but not reach. You can wait for this style."
Mu Chun is always a virtue. Master Shit, no matter what questions the apprentice asks, he never answers directly.
Although Yan Zhengming was accustomed to this, he still couldn't help but ask with half a coquettishness, "When will you wait?"
Mu Chun said lively, "Wait a few inches taller."
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Laziness is like him, and there are always so few days in a month that he wants to bully the teacher and destroy his ancestors.
Having said that, Mu Chun threw Cheng Qian to the door of the town "Treasure of the School", and returned to the pavilion for tea.
The Fuyao faction adheres to the ancient tradition of "Master enters the door and practices in the individual." Their master, Chai He, has never revealed a little bit of truth, and will always just use a shelf to place a large box for them No matter what, he doesn't care.
Yan Zhengming glanced anxiously at his three-star brother, who had nothing to say about this little thing, and found a place where he could sit down, leaning on the side of the stone without any money. At the table, a Taoist boy came up, took his wooden sword with both hands, and carefully wiped it with white silk.
Dao Tong has never washed his own face so tenderly.
Later, Master Yan, who had already sat down, did not know what had happened. Like the corpses, Teng stood up.
I saw his slender eyebrows frown, and gave an unpleasant glance to the little Yuer next to him, but refused to say a word, making the little girl look pale under his eyes, and she was crying at a loss. Already.
In the end, Xue Qing, who was waiting for Cheng Qian, couldn't pass by, and quietly pointed out, "Cool on the stone."
Only then did Xiao Yuer remember that he just let their young master sit directly on the stone stool and cooled his old man!
She rushed to the ground and wailed to the ground. She shot like a flash of electricity and gave the young master three layers of cushions.
Yan Zhengming glared at her, and the boss sat down dissatisfied and lifted his chin to Cheng Qian weakly: "You practice, I look, I don't know how to ask."
Cheng Qian directly regarded his elder brother as a cloud of obstructive sound, which didn't even answer his voice. He decided to ignore the other party and devote himself to his wooden sword.
Cheng Qian crawled on the tree from a young age and overheard. At that time, he had no books or books, and he couldn't even ask, so he stole a stunt that he could never forget.
The master's presentation was so quiet and gentle again, and Cheng Qian recalled for a moment that Mu Chun's real hands were all in his head.
Relying entirely on memory, he carefully imitated Master ’s trembling movements, comparing his movements with memories at any time, so that he could correct himself before the dog behind him licked the curtain with his mouth open.
This kind of imitation ability, the monkey must be self-defeating when looking at it, Yan Zhengming was still a little careless. Over time, his eyes slowly focused on Cheng Qian-the little cub actually pressed the master's first tricks without authorization. Opened the recipe to practice.
He would practice it repeatedly several times in the slow and slow manner of Master. After becoming familiar with it, his eyes suddenly sharpened. At that moment, Yan Zhengming involuntarily put down his hand reaching for the tea bowl-he found The spirit of energy hidden in the sword tip is extremely familiar, this kid is imitating Li Yan!
After all, Cheng Qian is imitation, coupled with his young age and lack of energy, far from Li Yan ’s desperate youthful spirit, but when the spirit of spirit joins in, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly changes-as if it was originally a The piece of paper spread out on the ground by this time gradually bulged and had a three-dimensional shape!
This shape is still vague, because Cheng Qian's sword does not say that compared with Li Yan, the basic moves are accurate, it remains to be discussed.
Yan Zhengming felt something at that moment, he felt that he could see the sword meaning of Fuyao Wooden Sword.
Sword meaning is not a peach on the tree or a fish in the water. Without decades of effort and the state of unity with one's sword, it is impossible to condense the sword meaning—as for Cheng Qian, of course, that little cub is even more impossible. What kind of "sword intention" to draw, he can hold the sword firmly without hitting his own feet.
However, the style of "Peng Cheng Wan Li" fits the mind of young people into Xianmen very cleverly, and Yan Zhengming remembered his feeling when he saw the Manchu spell, fresh, curious, and irresistible imagination for the future ...
That may not be said to be "sword intention", but Fuyao Wooden Sword itself is in keeping with the mood of the sword holder, and it is the swordman who is guiding the sword holder.
Yan Zhengming stood up. He watched Cheng Qian's sword coincidentally and touched something he couldn't understand before—the invisible and inexhaustible variety in the sword technique, and why Master never explained— Because the swordsmanship itself is alive.
Why did Yan Zhengming feel that he couldn't do what he wanted from the second type of "up and down", and it was even more difficult to continue to the third type of "offence and willingness"-because he didn't know what it means to go up and down, nor did he understand what it means to be wrong.
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