Looking at Tang Xing’s rapidly disappearing figure, I wondered why this man left without saying a word. I haven’t thanked him well. It’s a cloud. Where do you know what Tang Xing is thinking now?
Although Tang Xing likes to be aboveboard and never thinks it is wrong to save people by himself, it is one of the problems that hinder the development of Tangmen now.
If you save yourself, you can forget it if you are an ordinary Qingcheng brother. But if the Qingcheng Sect adds a new potential opponent to Tang Men, a young master of Jian Gang, it is not what Tang Xing wants to see. After all, it is his own rescue, and the other party is a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain. Tang Xing also feels that he has nothing to say to the little Taoist, so he is still very uncomfortable in his heart, so he walks away without saying a word.
At this time, the walking cloud just wants to chase and can’t chase Tang Xing. After all, he himself has never formally studied flying skills, so it’s better to do it.
"It’s important to test your current martial arts entry, but it’s urgent to delay yourself and Yuan Sirong’s great event." So Xingyun withdrew and immediately went to find Tang Xing to thank him face to face and concentrate on practicing his sword. "After a big match, thank him again." Xingyun thought.
The first thing to do is to master the sword, because shock wave can hurt people but can’t damage the opponent’s weapon. That’s because shock wave is too thin, but the sword is different. Because shock wave is substantial, the hardness and sharpness of the sword body are different according to the messenger’s repair. But if the sword is formed, it can compete with the real weapon, and the sword also oppresses everyone’s sword. One is the sword Gang, and the other characteristic is just like the Qingcheng school’s firm but gentle sword tends to be cyan, just like the Manglian sword Gang, and now the color of the sword Gang urged by the clouds is milky white.
At this time, the clouds lead the sword to practice, and they have just learned the breeze and torrential rain. Although it is definitely not as dark as Manglietia, it is also amazing.
Seeing that the gas beside the cloud was torn by the sword, it formed waves like cracks, and the cloud gradually made the rise slightly unable to satisfy the display of the cloud, so he went straight into the Woods to see the trees with the thickness of the bowl mouth being folded in response to the sword, and the sword was torn, and the gas tree collapsed. The cloud has never made the sword so refreshing as it is today. At one time, I was a little carried away. I saw the mountain wall blocking the road, and the cloud sword carried one hundred percent of its brilliance and stabbed it directly. With the sound of a bang, I heard the rubble. The wall burst out and hit the walking cloud. At this time, the walking cloud calmed down and looked at it carefully. It was like being smashed by a big cone, and it was smashed out of a hole one and a half feet deep. Walking cloud was shocked by this result. He didn’t expect that it could be destroyed to this extent.
Xingyun went back to the ground and looked at the path that he had hewn hard by himself. He couldn’t help but think to himself, "This is really amazing!"
However, although Xingyun was admiring, it was a headache when he saw his milky white sword Gang. "This cut face is good everywhere, but the color of this sword Gang is different. How can I explain it if I make it in the big match?" You know, practicing his martial arts without authorization is a big crime in the rules of Qingcheng Sect. It is to abolish the martial arts and drive them out of the door. "
Yuan Sirong gave herself a secret book because she didn’t learn martial arts and wasn’t included in the gate of Qingcheng School, and she didn’t know these rules. At that time, Yunyun didn’t think of the color of the sword gang. On the one hand, you should know that in the stage of shock wave, there was no color difference because of the thin characteristics of shock wave, but the color of the sword gang only appeared because of its materialization and high concentration. But at that time, Yunyun didn’t expect that he could practice the sword gang. Don’t even think about things! You know, in the whole generation of Qingcheng school, just the sword is the only one who has cultivated the sword. How can Xingyun think there?
Although the power of the carved Yan Shen Gong Jian is great, the walking clouds still dare not try it. Because of the characteristics of the carved Yan Shen Gong, the walking clouds are now almost the same as the carved Yan Shen Gong, and the walking clouds are confident that the jade Shen Gong will produce a sword. Facts have proved that the walking clouds speculation is correct.
I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when I look at my sword’s two-foot-long cyan authentic Qingcheng sword, so that I can go to the big match aboveboard.
After a drill in Xingyun, Xingyun also got some understanding of the difference between Yan Shen Gong and Yu Xu Gong. Compared with these two works, Yan Shen Gong is more vigorous, while Taoist Yu Xu Gong is relatively flexible. As far as the swordsmanship that Xingyun now knows is concerned, Yan Shen Gong is more suitable for attacking, while Yu Xu Gong is suitable for wind words, such as silk winding, but the effect is not so good.
Xingyun was not satisfied with the test results, but was in good condition. Unexpectedly, he thought it was firm but gentle. How dare you think of Jian Gang? The walking cloud stroked his sword, and the corners of his mouth could not help showing that he had not smiled since yesterday, and his mind was relaxed a lot.
At this moment, a sharp pain came from his left hand, and when he looked down, his left hand touched the broken part of the sword. Because Yunyun had been in a state of excitement just now, he didn’t have time to think about his sword, which had been unwilling to give up for the first time, and it was already broken.
Walking clouds grieve and touch the broken parts, and secretly decide to return this sword to commemorate today’s turning point in my life.
You know, once you have a sword, the length of the sword body is not a problem, because too long a sword will also affect the sword swing. Imagine a person dragging a sword with a three-foot green front. Even if he is strong, the sword will not work well. Except for special circumstances such as showing off his own merits or competition, ordinary people will not let his sword be too long, which is not the same as that of a firm but gentle sword. It is not a big problem to have a shorter sword, although the power consumption may be one more.
Xing Yun decided to keep his broken love sword, thinking, "Then it’s time to give you a name."
Outside the Qingwu Hall, you are now heroic (Chapter 24)
"What should I name it?" Clouds couldn’t help hesitating.
Naming one’s love sword is a great event for a swordsman, because every swordsman will not change his sword at will, and if a swordsman has a sword to protect his sword, his sword will be much less broken or destroyed. At this time, most people will give their love sword a loud name, and then the sword will be upgraded to a famous sword.
It is called a famous sword because at this time, the swordsmen’s cultivation mode will be changed. Before they practiced martial arts, they circulated in their own bodies, but after the sword stage, they practiced martial arts, that is, even if they loved the sword and practiced it together for so long, the quality of the sword body was strengthened, and because the swordsmen practiced together, the edge of the sword body would be smoother, and the famous sword body would become more acute until the famous sword was refined into the sword, that is, the sword soul appeared, which was the common consciousness of the famous sword swordsman, and then they walked around the Jianghu.
"So what should I name it?" Xingyun himself hasn’t read anything, except that he knew some words in Qingcheng Mountain School when he was very young. Xingyun has no time and leisure to read "It is better to practice martial arts when you have that". This is what Xingyun said at the beginning, although now Xingyun has some regrets. "How can it be so difficult to name?"
Xingyun turned twice in the same place and said to himself, "Why don’t we call it Sirong to commemorate the cause of this incident and express my feelings?"
But just took two steps, the clouds denied to "no! It’s too obvious to be named like this, and it’s more important to let the elders know that it’s more than one bargained for. But how can it be called’ Sirong’ when it’s broken? Isn’t that to say that I have no hope? Or is it that Si Rong will ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
"So what should I call it?" Xingyun ran out of ideas at this moment, when Xingyun didn’t want to practice sword again on this wave, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Yes, I just learned the breeze and torrential rain, and there are many moves with beautiful names. Why don’t you just find one from them?" Xingyun feels that this idea is very feasible. "It’s just that the first formula of the word rain is called" Blowing rain to break the bridge "and there is a word" broken bridge "in it." Xingyun excitedly waved his hand to break the sword, so the name of the famous sword "broken bridge" was born. When Xingyun was named Yang Tian, this "broken bridge" Excalibur was also famous.
I love my sword. After I named it, I was very enthusiastic, and then I practiced it seriously. "Be sure to be more familiar with the sword ambassador than before!" This is the only idea that Xingyun has now.
At this time, Tang Han, the Tang Gate in Qingsong Pavilion, which is close to Huashan School, is listening to his son Tang Xing’s report.
"Star, are you sure?" Although Tang Han is asking, he has long recognized the accuracy of what Tang Xing said. Just like Zhao does not worry about Zhao Jianxing, Tang Han knows his own character very well. But if he says it himself, there is no lie. Otherwise, he will not talk about Tang Han at all. All such a question is just a modal particle, because according to Tang Xing, there is a young master in Qingcheng School who can give a two-foot sword at the age of twenty. This does not prohibit Tang Han from feeling.
Just now, Tang Han was still talking with the master of Qingcheng School who accompanied the Tang Clan. "This Wulin belongs to Qingcheng School. It’s really interesting that the leader of Qingcheng School is the oldest and the’ young’ master is the oldest in the Jianghu."
At this moment, it really surprised Tang Han to hear that such a young brother was still hidden in the Qingcheng School. However, Tang Han is now more interested in watching Qingcheng School. First, he is curious. Second, the purpose of this time is to see the reality of Qingcheng School. This’ accident’ is absolutely not too much.
Yu Tang Xing said that because of his rescue, Tang Han, a potential opponent of Tang Clan, didn’t care much, because no one thought in advance that such a sloppy little Taoist turned out to be a young master, which was not Tang Xing’s business.
However, Tang Han still wants to take this opportunity to have a good education. Tang Xing earnestly nagged Tang Xing that it is very bad to do everything aboveboard. Tell Tang Xing that he will suffer in this aspect sooner or later.
But seeing Tang Xing’s iron face that hasn’t changed at all, Tang Han is also a good way. He knows that his son is as stubborn as his face, even if he whispers in his ear every day, he has nothing to say.
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As usual, it’s already late at night, and I’m back in the house after practicing my sword, but now there’s a light in my room window, and now my teacher and father, Taoist Muwu, haven’t gone to sleep yet, sitting at the table waiting for me.
Clouds hurriedly forward to "master, why haven’t you gone to sleep? These days, I’m much busier than you, so I should rest more. You’re very old, so you should pay attention to your health. "After that, I was afraid that Taoist Muwu would blame him for running to practice sword privately, and I was embarrassed to scratch my head and explained," I just went to the back hill for fun, but I didn’t practice. "
Taoist Muwu looked at his disciple’s clumsy lies, sighed and shook his head, saying, "Yuner doesn’t hide the teacher and won’t blame you, but Yuner, you should be busy practicing without eating, right?" Taoist Muwu’s voice just fell, and it was as if he were answering Taoist Muwu’s question and generally called to get up.
The spectator was embarrassed. Taoist Muwu hit the food box beside him and put the food in the table. There was still a lot of meat and hot soup. When he saw the hot soup, he knew that Taoist Muwu didn’t heat the food once. He asked his disciples to eat comfortably. After setting the food, Taoist Muwu said to Taoist Yunyun, "Go wipe your sweat, sit down and eat, keep yourself healthy and have the spirit to compete."
Xingyun was moved by his teacher’s father and didn’t know what to say. Looking at the old face of Taoist Muwu, he thought that his teacher’s father was so tired and specially left such a good meal for himself to eat when he came back. Xingyun couldn’t help but kneel down and sob, "I must live up to my master’s hope to win honor for him." Now that I know that my current martial arts are entering the country, Xingyun naturally has the confidence to win the competition. This love for my teacher’s father is the limit that Xingyun can do at present.
Road flyover Muwu walked over and lifted the walking cloud up and laughed, "I will be satisfied if Yuner and Juner live as good teachers. Remember not to wash the dishes and chopsticks after eating well, just put them aside for a while, go to bed early, wipe your body before going to bed, and go to the game cleanly."
Road flyover Muwu patted Hangyun’s shoulder and smiled kindly. He turned and walked out of the house.
Outside the Qingwu Hall, you are now heroic (Chapter 25)
One night, I went to the clouds to increase my strength and do a lot of exercises. Because every extra strength means more success, I suddenly felt that someone was walking back and forth outside my house when I was going to make another cycle. Now I turned out to be my master, Taoist Muwu.
Seeing the clouds wake up, Taoist Muwu couldn’t help complaining, "How can I practice for one night when I said I should pay more attention to rest?" Although it is a reproach, Taoist Muwu’s feelings are beyond words.