Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

At Xu time, there was a thin first-quarter moon in the dark sky, and there was not a single star around, so it was very quiet.

"Back off."

After retreating the two maids, Xiuxiu stood alone by the bathtub, ready to undress and take a bath.

Since Ningxiu, she has passed down the swordplay and chess records, and practiced non-stop. At night, she was sweating all over, and at this time she just wanted to cleanse herself and take a bath.

The white robes were taken off lightly one by one, revealing a slender and white neck and perfectly curved shoulders.

The long soft black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the white and slender alluring waist loomed faintly, the beautiful butterfly bones on the back danced with her movements, and the ups and downs of the waist curve were enough to arouse the evil thoughts of everyone in the world.

Xiuxiu's figure is extremely well-proportioned, her abdomen is delicate and firm due to sword practice, and the muscle contours faintly form a "Chuan" shape.

Who would have imagined that under the elegant and abstinent white robe on weekdays, there would be such a beautiful scenery that makes people's blood surge.

Xiuxiu sank half of her body into the hot tub, closed her eyes and meditated. Thoughts do not know how to think of a recent dream.

She always felt that she was thinking about something, or waiting for something.

The water in the tub was dense, and the hot air dyed her fair face flushed, making her face blurred with a hint of coquettishness.

call--

"who is it?"

The sound reached the threshold in an instant, Xiuxiu frowned, stood up quickly, and made a loud "wow" sound of water.

She pulled a piece of clothing to cover her delicate body, looking for it as if she had seen a ghost. She was the only one here since just now, where did the voice come from?

"I thought you would continue to act as if you didn't see it."

A hoarse sound like a broken gong pierced into Xiuxiu's eardrums, making her scalp numb.

It sounded a bit like the howling of the cold wind outside the door she heard last night. It was so sinister that it made people feel uncomfortable all over.

A person came out from behind the screen. I don't know how long he stayed there and observed how long.

The man was wearing a ghost mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but it didn't affect the light-colored pupils that shot out like a knife-sharp light, which was piercingly bright.

"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

The light clothes were soaked in water, and they stuck to her body very snugly. The tail of her hair and neck were still dripping, and the lapels were slightly open, revealing her snowy jade-like skin.

Xiuxiu trembled, the long sword in her hand was out of its sheath.

"It's a ghost."

But when that person took off his mask...

"Zhao Lang!" Xiuxiu happily shouted, ran out and plunged into Ning Xiu's arms.

"Didn't you go to Zhongnan Mountain, why did you appear here?"

Ning Xiu looked down at her buried in his chest, the infinitely soft touch spread, mixed with the familiar cool aroma. He wanted to frighten Xiuxiu, but he didn't expect her to be very courageous, so he had no choice but to give up.

"I'm just coming back for a while, and I'm leaving soon. If I miss you, I'll come and see you."

He has a piece of gold-quality equipment called [Xiaoyao Feather Boots]. Wearing this boots can make him travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, and go to any place he has been to in the blink of an eye.

It is precisely because there is extremely important news that needs to be told to the master, and he just wanted to test the active skill of this equipment-unrivaled in the world, so he personally brought the news back to Guiyuan Mountain Gate, talked with the master and the two seniors, and transferred And here.

"I miss you very much too." Xiuxiu whispered aggrievedly in Ning Xiu's ear.

The coquettishness of the person next to the pillow interrupted Ning Xiu's thoughts. He hugged Xiuxiu, tilted his head slightly, and whispered in her ear very affectionately: "This time I brought you a secret book, you have to practice hard. This scripture is extensive and profound, if you don’t understand anything, just write it down, and I will teach you when I come back next time.”

"good."

She felt Ning Xiu's hand holding her buttocks, and couldn't help wrapping her arms around Ning Xiu's neck, buried her face in it, and said hello softly.

Letting Ning Xiu hold her, Xiuxiu turned her face and kissed his earlobe lightly, and then buried her face in the socket of his shoulder like a child who has done something wrong.

Ning Xiu was walking upright, when he suddenly felt a little hot and humid breath and soft touch on his earlobe, and blushed unconsciously.

In the whole world, only she dared to be so contemptuous of herself. Ning Xiu frowned, and was about to reprimand Xiuxiu, she opened her mouth first, apologizing delicately: "Master Zhao... the apprentice is wrong..."

Ning Xiu burst out laughing: "What are you playing tricks on? Is it because you spoil you so much that your skin itch?"

He couldn't reprimand him immediately, but he blushed half of his face for no reason, and he was a little bit unwilling.

...

On the fairy peak, the moon and stars are rare.

Li Jin'er leaned lazily on a beam, watching the peach blossoms blooming under the moonlight.

In the mist and mist in the distance came a figure, such a familiar figure at a leisurely pace. Suddenly, the aura around him seemed to cause the moonlight to dance together, just like a fairy walking the dust.

The world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

The pink petals covering the ground are like a fairyland, and the peach blossoms in full bloom are not only beautiful, but are also used to practice swords more often. For a while, Li Jin'er was obsessed with using a sword to carve words on the finely divided petals, and the petals could not be knocked off the branches by force.

Li Jin'er was waiting in Dengxian Peak. After some time, scattered plum blossoms fell on his shoulders.

Li Yun did not know when he stood behind Li Jin'er, holding a Xueqing long sword in his hand.

"Your vigilance is really poor." Li Yun's voice was indifferent and emotionless.

Li Jin'er didn't turn around, but just smiled coquettishly: "I know it's my father, so I'm not vigilant."

Li Yun shook his head: "Sophistry! Have you practiced the mental method I gave you before?"

"Yes, my daughter has practice." Li Jin'er's eyes flashed brightly, and she folded her hands on her chest, "Father, you broke your promise and became fat. You promised me that you will arrive at every hour of the day. It's almost midnight now."

"It's my father's business, which delays the time, it's my fault."

Ning Xiu personally brought the secret letter and rushed to tell him the news that Meng Chixing had been seriously injured.

"Let's get down to business. Take a good look at me. Today I will teach you how to use the sword. I will remember the posture of swinging the sword and the footwork of my feet." Before Li Yun finished speaking, he raised his sword and flew up.

Li Jin'er was reluctant to blink, staring at Li Yun Wujian's figure. The capable white dress with arrow sleeves wrapped in a heroic figure looks like a dragon frightened by a dragon in the dark night. The hunting wind is rolled up at the cuffs, and the pink flowers that fall to the ground follow.

Xueqing's sword pointed straight at a bunch of plum blossoms on the branch, and with a flick of the sword, twelve petals fell off.

Li Yun turned around calmly and stepped on the first petal that fell to the ground. At the same time, the long sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, pierced the other petal in the air, and the sword wind raised by the sword raised the remaining petals to a perfect height.

Li Yun turned and spun and stepped on the second falling petal again, bent down almost touching the ground, and the tip of the sword pierced one with precision, without missing a beat. The remaining four steps follow this routine.

After Li Yun's whole set of swordsmanship, she just stepped on six petals, and the footwork of each petal corresponds to a posture that stabs the plum blossom in the air. She seems to be doing it very easily, and the movements are so fast that you can't see it unless you look carefully. specific posture.

Li Yun withdrew his sword neatly, and looked at Li Jin'er, who was a little sluggish: "See clearly? I will knock down the flower for you. You can just hit it with the sword according to my posture and pace just now."

"Daddy, it's too difficult! Didn't you teach beginners how to use swordsmanship?" Li Jin'er had a bitter face, embarrassed.

"This is the basic six-step entry-level swordsmanship. You must practice these six steps well. The rest of the higher-level swordsmanship all originate from these six steps and are restrained by these six steps.

Everything has its source, and the source is the simplest, and at the same time it is the most able to control all things. "

This swordsmanship is the introductory part of Li Yun's unique swordsmanship, and is the essence of his many years of martial arts experience. As the saying goes, a few simple moves of swordsmanship are actually the source of all swordsmanship in the world.

Only by practicing the basics can the road ahead go further and further.

This sword technique was his whole life's painstaking effort. He only taught it to Li Jin'er, and even Ning Xiu hadn't really been able to pass it on.

"Oh...well..." Li Jin'er also knew these truths, and felt extremely guilty.

Li Yun saw her uneasiness, and comforted him: "It will be much easier for you to exercise according to the mental method I gave you before you swing the sword."

Li Jin'er felt that she was useless at this moment. She couldn't understand what her father said, and she didn't dare to do something. She doesn't know anything, when will she catch up with Ning Xiu? I can't catch up in my life.

Li Yun stood beside a plum tree quietly, with the Xueqing long sword waving casually on the branch, he could control the trajectory of every petal flying down without using his eyes to see.

Such a leisurely and indifferent handwriting, every movement always shows his unfathomable strength.

Li Jin'er looked at her father who was watching her from the corner of her eye, feeling so stupid and full of sourness.

Li Jin'er's head was pierced with a sword.

"Come again." Li Yun's emotionless voice was somewhat uncomfortable at this moment.

Li Jin'er nodded, walked back to his original position, worked hard, and recalled the steps his father walked just now.

I don't know how long she has practiced, but at first Li Jin'er secretly counted the number of times she practiced, but then she was disheartened by the countless repetitions.

Why can't I do the few smooth and simple movements that Dad did? Several times, I was about to hit the petals, but just a little bit, always a little bit.

Li Jin'er tried his best to finish the first two stabs, turned around and started in the third movement, slipped on his foot, and fell heavily to the ground.

Li Jin'er's eyes were sour for a moment, feeling inexplicably wronged.

Seeing this, Li Yun didn't come over to help and comfort her like usual. Her eyes froze, and her voice suddenly became cold: "Get up, practice again!"

"Father..." Li Jin'er's voice was a little choked up. She practiced for a long time and worked very hard, and her wrists were sore.

"Sitting on the ground and crying when you can't finish it, what does it look like? Do you think martial arts training is a child's play, and you can do whatever you want?" Li Yun's brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost, "Do you know that the first time I taught Zhao Ning, after teaching him, he will be able to perform without deviation, even the most common outer disciple, after practicing this sword technique for so long, he can at least stab a sword."

Li Jin'er didn't dare to say another word.

Li Yun looked at Li Jin'er's weak body slumped on the ground, and his silent side face after being reprimanded, and suddenly understood something.

Whether he studied martial arts or made friends with martial arts all his life, he always worked with those geniuses, and none of them were mediocre.

And what about Yaoyao?

The mood of hoping for a child to become a dragon is too heavy.

"When you practice martial arts, you must have no distracting thoughts and be sincere in order to achieve the most natural integration with the heaven and the earth. Didn't you realize that although you have cultivated, you have not made any real progress at all."

Li Jin'er looked at his father and murmured, "Why..."

"You have concerns in your heart. You can tell from your face that your mood is impure and you have too many distracting thoughts, so you get twice the result with half the effort."

Li Yun paused, as if he had thought it over carefully: "Tomorrow, you will go to the outer sect and join the most common beginner disciples, and have morning and evening classes like them, starting from the most basic."

He paused for a moment, and threw Li Jin'er into the ice cellar with his next sentence. His tone was usually flat, but the content was very chilling: "From now on, when will your martial arts practice to my satisfaction, and when will you learn?" You can go down the mountain."

After finishing speaking, Li Yun was cruel, turned around and walked away without looking back at his daughter.

...

Bamboo forest on the mountainside.

Li Jin'er walked down the small path, thinking about the sword technique her father taught her just now, she was slightly distracted, and immediately stepped on the edge of the stone steps without paying attention.

She suddenly felt a warm hand holding her arm, and she pulled it back gently, almost hitting the chest of the person behind her.

Ning Xiu let go of Li Jin'er, took a small step back, and said in a caring tone, "What are you thinking? You almost fell down the stone steps and didn't even know it."

"I was thinking... why are you back!" Li Jin'er raised her head suddenly, was taken aback when she saw the man, first smiled, then lowered her eyes, "You shouldn't be here... just look at my jokes."

"I don't."

Ning Xiu looked carefully at Li Jin'er's face, and suddenly stretched out a hand towards her, "Put your hand up."

"what?"

Li Jin'er hesitated for a moment, but slowly put his skinned hand into Ning Xiu's broad palm.

A burst of pure and majestic internal force came overwhelmingly, and Li Jiner's instinctive resistance was able to counteract it two by two at first, but later she became more and more unable to resist, until her forehead was sweating and her palms trembled slightly.

Ning Xiu stopped his work in time, withdrew his inner strength, frowned and shook his head: "You have such deep inner strength, but you haven't improved at all in the past few years, and you don't have any skills."

"Yeah." Li Jin'er almost shed tears, "I'm just stupid! Not as smart as you! I can't learn anything! Huh...I'm just stupid..."

"... Are you satisfied?"

Li Jin'er stood in front of Ning Xiu, holding Ning Xiu's hand stubbornly, her lips moved but she didn't say anything, tears glistened in her eyes, she stared at Ning Xiu's face without blinking.

"..." Ning Xiu looked at Li Jin'er quietly, helping her straighten her skirt with a very serious and focused expression.

The cool moonlight shattered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting a gentle halo on him.

After a while.

He spoke first, with a tone of promise, serious and slow word by word, "Yaoyao, I'll teach you swordsmanship, in fact, you are not stupid at all, you can learn it well."

"good……"

One taught and the other learned. Li Jiner tried to relax her mind and follow along little by little.

The swordsmanship taught by Ning Xiu is different from the swordsmanship taught by his father, but they are both basic and introductory swordsmanship. look.

She has deep internal strength, and she has good control over her body. When she practiced alone——

"Brother Ning, I can practice the fourth sword in the swordsmanship my father taught me! May I practice it for you now?" Li Jin'er looked at Ning Xiu flatteringly, saw him nodding, and happily picked up the sword, Stepping on a steady pace, with a wave of his arm, he pierced the four swords very smoothly. Li Jin'er turned her head and looked at Ning Xiu's bright smile.

Ning Xiu stepped forward, put his arms around Li Jin'er's body, held her hand holding the sword, and slowly led her to complete the movements of the sword technique he had taught her.

The warm body temperature shrouded her back, and the gentle and delicate movements of Ning Xiu holding her wrist made Li Jin'er's heartbeat speed up inexplicably, and his mouth was full of fluid.

She turned her head slightly, and Ning Xiu's side face was close at hand, exhaling even traces of hot air.

A strand of long hair just fell on her neck, and with Ning Xiu's movements, Li Jin'er's sense of touch was constantly disturbed.

Li Jin'er was dizzy, and followed Ning Xiu to repeat those movements many times.

After the final move was finalized, Ning Xiu retracted his movement, took a step away, and asked softly, "Remember?"

"remember."

"Brother Ning... Come teach me later, okay?" Li Jin'er said in a very low voice.

"After a while, I'll come and teach you when I'm free." Ning Xiu whispered softly, and added calmly, "I'll teach you your sword skills."

"Okay! Next time, I will definitely show you the complete six-step swordsmanship!"

Ning Xiu stroked the top of Li Jin'er's hair, he somehow looked forward to Yaoyao's appearance when he grew up.

"Yao Yao, you grow up quickly, when you grow up, let's go to the rivers and lakes together."

The moonlight is clear, the breeze is refreshing, and the bamboo forest is moving with the wind, casting a piece of fine moonlight.