South no wind

, if you press the stone carving today, you will be trapped in the formation, so don't be reckless in the future. "

"Understood!" Nan Yu turned to Minglang, but was looking at Feng Zhixi's back, tugged at Minglang's sleeve, and whispered: "It doesn't rain and the sun doesn't come out, what is he doing with an umbrella?" ?”

Ming Lang smiled and said: "Master is afraid of light."

Nan Yu couldn't help laughing, what a strange problem this is!

"How old is your master?"

Minglang couldn't get used to Nan Yu's impolite directness for a while, coughed lightly, looked carefully at the people walking with umbrellas in front, and whispered to Nan Yu, "Twenty one."

"I'll go!" Nan Yu lost her voice, and quickly lowered her voice: "Just two years older than you?"

Ming Lang nodded, as if he felt that it was disrespectful to talk about Master behind his back, so he changed the subject: "Junior Brother Nan is attending the class on the first day, are you still used to it?"

"It's okay!" Nan Yu's heart is not here, this Minglang is an easy-going person, and the two of them have a good relationship, and they have gotten closer to him in the past two days: "Brother Ming, didn't your master recognize me?" ?”

Ming Lang paused, understood what Nan Yu said, and then smiled: "Junior Brother, don't worry about the past, Master will not make things difficult for you."

I'm still afraid that he will embarrass me!

Nan Yu thought, I came here to embarrass him, but today's meeting is not opened in the right way!

It was even a bit embarrassing. He caught him sneaking into the battle room and touching the eyes of the battle. Fortunately, he was calm and didn't feel too embarrassing.

I wanted to see that I could confront him with righteous words, at least explain the ins and outs of what happened that day clearly, and then ask the other party to apologize to me.

Sorry it seems a little unrealistic.

After all, he was the one who made the first move, but no matter how you say it, let yourself have a chance to explain!

Explain what the hell, I didn't do anything wrong, can I explain it to him?

"Does Junior Brother Nan still have classes in the afternoon?" Ming Lang interrupted Nan Yu's thoughts.

"It seems to be there. This afternoon is swordsmanship." Nan Yu was absent-minded.

"Then have you eaten your lunch? Do you know where the martial arts training ground is?" Minglang was a worry.

"It doesn't work, I'm not hungry. I'll go to the training ground by myself."

"We still have to eat. Brother Duan Zhu's class is very exhausting, don't starve!" Ming Lang was worried, and Nan Yu faintly felt that Qing Lang was possessed by his father Wang Nangongjing.

"Brother, don't worry, if you don't eat a meal, you won't starve to death."

It's too early to say.

After Nan Yu and Ming Lang separated, they went back to the residence for a short rest and then it was time for class. They followed Nan Guang to the martial arts training ground, and only then did they know what Ming Lang meant when he said that his energy was exhausted.

The one who taught swordsmanship was also an elder in purple. Unlike the other elders who were serious and taciturn, this elder Yisu named Duan Zhu had a fair face. He met a good-looking person in Nangu, yes. , except for Mr. Huanxi.

This paragraph of Zhu has a smile on his face, a very easy to deal with, and his style is very casual.Those who are not standing have someone lift a chair and put it on the side of the arena, those who are not sitting down lie down on it, and tell the junior disciples to run fifty laps around the arena while they close their eyes and rest their minds , Said that he did not sleep well at noon.

Nan Yuben was full of expectations for the swordsmanship class. After all, this was considered practice for him, but what was running?

What about fencing?

After running [-] laps with the others, although I was not out of breath like other disciples, but because I went to the top of the mountain in the afternoon, I exhausted a lot of energy, my stomach was screaming, and I was so tired that I was sweating profusely.

This is not a big deal, after all, he has a good foundation and a strong body. When everyone was sitting around to rest their breath, a disciple carried a bunch of things and threw them in the middle of the martial field.

Nan Yu took a closer look, couldn't it, Mu Jian?

"Have you rested enough? Look at you one by one, oh, the broken flowers and willows!" Duan Zhu, the elder Yisu who had had enough rest, stood up, pointed at the stumbling disciples and shook his head: "Girls, pick up the sword and start practicing Raise your sword."

It wasn't the first time for the junior disciples to take a swordsmanship class. They all habitually picked up the wooden swords on the ground, put on their horse stances, stretched out their swords, and stopped moving after holding them.

Nan Yu picked up the sword and imitated it. After a while, he felt that something was wrong. Didn't he change his posture for a long time?

In the past, the masters who taught swordsmanship in the mansion had their own moves, but why has it changed here? Could it be that this paragraph is out of stock!

"Shh, shhh!" Nan Yu finally couldn't hold back, and winked at Deng Xia, who was standing next to him, "How long will this pose take?"

Model disciples insisted on gritting their teeth, ignoring Nan Yu's question at all, but Duan Zhu, who closed her eyes on the lounge chair, made a voice: "Hush, boo, Lao Tzu wants to pee, and let it go!"

Nan Yu was already disrespectful to this unrestrained elder, and he felt that his face was shameless when he said this: "I'm talking about Master Duan, let's not talk about the significance of running fifty laps with exhausted energy, just such a three-year-old It's been almost half an hour for children to raise their swords, what are they practicing?"

"Good question!" Duan Zhu was unexpectedly not angry, but beamed with joy: "You weaklings, a month has passed, and no one has asked me this question. Today, this one is still a newcomer, I finally Waiting for you! Good question!"

Nan Yu felt baffled, why did I ask the right question!

What kind of person did he meet again!

"Are your hands sore?" Duan Zhuxing walked into the crowd and asked with concern.

But no one answered, a few disciples nodded first, but shook their heads quickly.

"What about you! How do you feel, are your hands sore, your legs hurt?" Duan Zhu came to Nan Yu's side.

"It's okay, I'm so tired!" Nan Yu actually felt that his hand was about to break off. This movement seemed simple, but he kept it motionless for an hour. Don't mention the feeling, and blurted out with anger.

"Hahaha, I like you!"

Thanks, no need!

Duan Zhu pressed down on Nan Yu's sword-raising hand, and suddenly felt that his hand was full of weight. Fuck, this Zhu's internal strength is so domineering!

"Remember this soreness and pain for me! You are lucky today. Someone asked me, and I said a few words out of mercy. Those flamboyant fists and legs that you used to learn in the rivers and lakes are nothing in front of me. , To tell you the truth, just this year, you don’t even want to learn a single move, hold the sword firmly for me first, and you are not qualified to practice swordsmanship until you can’t feel the existence of the sword.”

Duan Zhurao walked around, changed his laziness just now, and made every sentence sonorous and powerful.Glancing at Nan Yu: "Especially you, the more moves you have learned, the harder it is to correct them. From now on, treat yourself as a three-year-old child and forget about those messy shit."

Nan Yu is not stupid, and he knows that what Duan Zhu said is true, and that water dripping through stone is definitely not a day's work.

Recalling the situation in Kangdu where Feng Zhixi slapped him across the air and then lost his long whip. It was all because I hadn't learned well over the years, but even if I practiced three-volts in winter and summer, so what if I became a great master?

For a moment, he was a little confused, and he raised his sword and remained silent.

Duan Zhu noticed that although Nan Yu was sweating on his forehead, he was still standing still, unlike other disciples who were all pale and trembling, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and smiled even more.

Leaning on the reclining chair, he casually took the grapes handed over by the resident disciple beside him, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Oh! Master Duan loves you too! This is for your own good, you see how comfortable I am lying down, Be angry in your heart! It’s good to be angry. Only when you have energy can you persevere! I will rest for a while, when I wake up, when will you end. If you hear the sound of a sword falling, then all of you will start over from the beginning .”

The author has something to say: Because there are too many names of the same name, I changed the title of the book, please forgive me!

☆, stepping on the snow to pick plums

The acquaintance among young people is relatively simple. After nearly an hour of raising the sword, Nan Yu and Deng Xia, the gun-shooting gun, became brothers and sisters. Are you used to it?"

Deng Xia looked at Nan Yu, who was not blushing and heartbeating, with a look of envy: "You are really asleep when you are Master Duan, he is a thief! Every time someone is about to fall down, he wakes up , just wanted to make us very tired! By the way, Senior Brother Nan, why don’t you feel tired after seeing it?”

"My skin is thick and fleshy, and I'm durable!" Nan Yu smiled: "What kind of cultivation do you wish for this passage, and how is your swordsmanship ranking?"

"Cultivation ranks in the top ten. Master Duan is at the level of a master. You haven't seen his swordsmanship, have you? When we started the class, we were fortunate to see him cut off the iron pier of the training ground with a wooden sword." Deng Xia said to this master. Admiration is tight.

Nan Yu became interested: "Who are those at the front?"

While talking, he had already arrived at the residence, Nan Yu simply sent the Buddha to the west, helped Deng Xia into the house, and motioned Nan Guang to pour water for Deng Xia and handed it up: "My master, Sect Master Ming, what is the ranking?"

Deng Xia took a sip of water before recovering: "Fifth."

"Ah? Only fifth!" Nan Yu was very dissatisfied with this result. The majestic Nangu Sect Master was only ranked fifth, and he couldn't help worrying about his own prospects inexplicably: "Then who is the first?"

"Fifth place is considered very powerful. Besides, this is just a ranking calculated by the world. The top ten masters have never competed together. They are all inferred based on the results of the early years of the law conference:

No one doubts that the No. [-] is a real person called by the temple.

The second is "Treading Snow to Pick Plums";

The third is Meng Zhangjun, the suzerain of Dongling;

The fourth is the Zhiming Lord of the Northern Territory;

The fifth is our Suzerain Ling Guangjun;

The sixth is Yu Qiu, elder of Xiyuan Kuisu;

The seventh is the Suzerain Supervisor of Xiyuan;

The eighth is Elder Duan Zhu;

The ninth is Dongling Fangsu Elder Gao Wan;

The tenth is Mao Ming, the elder of Shisu in the north.Those who are out of ten will not know! "Deng Xia is like a treasure, and her amazing memory and fast-paced speech once again made Nan Yu dumbfounded.

After Lianzhupao finished speaking, Nan Yu grasped the important point: "Who is this person picking plums in the snow?"

Deng Xia was surprised: "You don't know Mr. Huanxi?"

"Mr. Huanxi! On the evening of the wind, he is ranked second? Why do you call it stepping on the snow and picking plums?"

A good scholar is usually a good teacher. Looking at this ignorant suzerain disciple who is one year older than him, Deng Xia shook his head and said: "Speaking of Huanxi Jun's nickname of picking plums in the snow, there is another story, which is That time, Meng Zhangjun, who was originally ranked second, was squeezed out."

Nan Yu poured a glass of water and sat down, watching Deng Xia say with joy: Five years ago, Mr. Huanxi first entered Nangu, and in the same year, Mr. Lingguang took his disciples to the north to participate in the Dharma conference. The Dharma conference is held every year. Held in different sects, Mr. Huanxi has lived in seclusion in the temple for a long time, and few people know him. Because of his special liking for plum blossoms, he was very surprised to see the blooming cold plum blossoms in the ice and snow in the north for the first time.

When I stopped to admire the plum blossoms, I happened to meet Mr. Meng Zhang of Dongling.That Mr. Mengzhang was romantic by nature, when he saw Huanxi Mr. Huanxi under the plum tree in the snow from a distance, dressed in red and covered with a black veil, he was astonished.I thought it was a female cultivator, so I went up to strike up a conversation, but before I even opened my mouth to get close, Lord Huanxi picked up the Mei Dai sword, knocked Meng Zhangjun into the air, and fell into a snowman in front of everyone, which became a joke for a while .

At that time, the sect didn't even know who the red-clothed man who severely injured Meng Zhangjun was. It wasn't until he single-handedly entered the battle, with a hidden soul sword, that he captured the leader of the Law Forum, and the world began to know about Huanxi Jun. Since then, he has become famous.

It's funny to say that, not only was Meng Zhangjun not angry afterwards, but he never forgot that adventure.

Dongling folk customs are open and masculinity prevails. Mr. Mengzhang began to obsess over Mr. Huanxi like an evil. He not only wrote poems to express his love, but also gave them generous gifts. Even though he was rejected for years, he was still tireless and did everything , just smile for Bo Jun.

Mr. Huanxi is low-key and indifferent, and has lived in seclusion in the Zhuhai Meiyuan for a long time. Every year, Mr. Lingguang returns all the gifts sent by Dongling, leaving only some clothes, and those clothes are the ones that Mr. Lingguang likes to keep up.

But that incongruous poem spread unexpectedly: The red shirt stands facing the wind, playing the first snow, picks plums and presents them to visitors, and I am lucky to know you from then on.

The poem was written very shamelessly, and it was obviously a scene of being beaten and rolled to the ground in a state of embarrassment, but he made it so romantic.

Nan Yu imagined the scene at that time, it was so familiar!

I was also knocked off my horse by this person, but it was not that cheap, and I had to write a poem to commemorate it.

This thick-skinned Meng Zhangjun is really a strange person.

Today, Duan Zhu, who was ranked eighth, felt that his inner strength was extraordinary. How high is the second-ranked Mr. Huanxi?The young man felt somewhat timid in his heart, and some inexplicable thoughts began to emerge.

At night, his stomach growled, and Nan Yu, who was lying on the bed, realized that he hadn't eaten for a day, and his stomach was sour.

If I go to the dining hall at this moment, I wonder if I can find food?

Nan Yu was unbearably hungry and sleepy, but if he didn't eat this night, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep well, so he went downstairs and went to the dining hall.

From a distance, I saw that the dining hall was still lit, but when I got closer, it was clear that the kitchen was busy.

"Brother Ming, what are you doing?"

Minglang was a little surprised to see Nan Yu, and virtuously stirred the casserole on the stove: "Junior Brother Nan, is he hungry?"

"Well, what else is there to eat?" Nan Yu looked around.

Minglang turned around and took out a white flour steamed bun from a steamer: "That's all that's left, let's make do with it."

Nan Yu was also not polite, took it and gnawed: "What are you cooking, brother?"

"Make porridge." Minglang raised his eyes and saw Nan Yu staring at the pot. He was afraid that he was thinking about the porridge, and he was afraid that the other party would think he was gluttonous, so he added, "For Master."

"Feng...Little uncle didn't come to the dining hall for dinner?" Nan Yu almost called out Feng Zhixi's name, felt it was inappropriate, and changed his words.

As for why a small character was added in front of the name of the uncle, he was young and energetic, and he felt that calling a man in his early twenties was a bit of a disadvantage, and adding a word was to regain a little dignity for himself.

Watching Minglang carefully pick out the husks from the porridge, he felt a little envy for this careful young elder for no reason.

"Master never eats in the dining hall." Minglang tasted it with a spoon, and added some salt to the porridge.

"Yes, great master! Naturally, we have to start a small stove." Nan Yu felt a little sour, and coughed twice: "It's so late, has the old man not eaten yet?" He felt that his tone was still a bit wrong, so he simply He stuffed a few mouthfuls of steamed buns.

Minglang smiled softly: "Master missed his meal when discussing matters with the senior brother in charge. This is his dinner. Master has a bad stomach, and the food in the dining hall is not easy to digest. He cooks it by himself in Meiyuan on weekdays. It's too far to go to Meiyuan now, so I come to the dining hall to cook."

"Is the senior brother serving the junior uncle on weekdays?" Nan Yu returned to normal.

"It should be. Besides, Master's life is extremely simple. Apart from cooking for him every day, I can't do other things." Ming Lang seemed to think that he didn't make the most of what he had.

"Is there no Taoist boy serving?" Nan Yu asked casually.

"Master likes to be quiet and doesn't like to be disturbed by others. He is the only one in Meiyuan. Except for my father and me, very few people go into the Bamboo Sea." Ming Lang was very patient, whether it was the clear porridge on the stove or questions to Nan Yu.

"Then he has hands and feet, so he can't cook?" Nan Yu didn't understand what was going on with his tone, and couldn't help but want to pick a thorn in his master.

Minglang was stunned for a moment, smiled and lowered his head to look after the pot of porridge again.

Nan Yu had already eaten two steamed buns, and chatted with Minglang casually: "By the way, Brother Ming, thank you for not telling about Kangdu."

Minglang smiled softly: "Then what's the matter, who is not young and energetic, it's good that nothing big happens."

"If you want to use me in the future, just ask!" Nan Yu has never been stingy with people who have a crush on him.

"Well, there will definitely be troubles for Junior Brother Nan in the future." Ming Lang said happily.

"By the way, senior brother, do you know that there is a house in front of the bamboo sea. I want to move there, but I have already asked Master for instructions!" In fact, Ling Guangjun did not agree, but Nan Yu has always acted in a haphazard manner.

"Where do you want to live?" Minglang was very surprised: "It's a dilapidated house, and it used to be used as a stable!"

Nan Yu's heart felt cold.

Mr. Ling Guang is indeed a real master, he only said to himself that it is a remote place, not a place where animals are kept!Heartbroken, let the stables be stables: "It's okay, I should be able to live in it after repairing it, I don't ask much."

"Why do you want to live there, Junior Brother? Are you not used to the junior residence, or I will arrange for you to live with the high-level disciples tomorrow."

"No, no, no need!" Nan Yu hurriedly refused, and started to make up things: "Brother, let me tell you the truth, I just love purity and don't like crowds, just like your master. You can see my temper, A place with a lot of people is not for me."

After thinking about it for a long time, Minglang still didn't understand why the son of the richest man in the capital had a soft spot for that stable.

It's rare that the devil king in Kangdu City has such an awareness, and staying away from the crowd is a good way to avoid causing trouble: "If Junior Brother insists on going, I will ask some disciples to help clean up tomorrow, but the place is too shabby and can't compare with the residence here. Desolate, clean is clean, but too clean."

"Don't worry, I'm very brave. Besides, Nan Guang is with me, your master is not afraid to live alone in the depths of the bamboo sea. What am I afraid of?" Nan Yu said.

"There's nothing scary there. Although it's far away from the Nangu defensive formation, Master has set up an enchantment around the bamboo sea. It's very safe for evil spirits and ghosts to get close to them." Ming Lang explained.

Well, when I didn't say it.

Nan Yu finished eating the steamed buns, and Ming Lang's porridge was ready. After the two said goodbye, Ming Lang went to Chiyan Palace with his hands.

In the next few days, Minglang led his disciples to renovate the stables in front of the bamboo sea, and bought some simple daily necessities. Nan Yu and Nan Guang happily moved there.

The bamboo house has been repaired. Although the furnishings are simple, the house is filled with the fragrance of freshly cut bamboo, which has a different flavor.

They lived alone in a room, but the distance to the classroom was relatively long. Fortunately, Nan Yu didn't sleep too much, so he could easily catch up with the morning class by waking up half an hour earlier than usual.

Except for Deng Xia who was still quite reluctant, the other beginner disciples didn't realize that there were fewer people next door.

What surprised Nan Yu was that Ling Guangjun didn't ask any further questions about this matter, so he didn't need to kill first and play later. Nan Yu must have reported it to Mingming.

☆, ghost house

At this moment, Lord Ling Guang on the Zhuhai trail had a flattering smile on his face: "Junior brother, you can do it!"

"No!" Lord Huanxi Feng Zhixi refused sternly: "My apprentice teaches himself."

"I don't even bother to teach my son, let alone someone who came through the back door. You just take it with you, learn every move and a half, let him go back to have a job to show off, and we have an explanation to the master, right?" Ling Ling As soon as Guangjun changed his majesty in front of his disciples, he licked his face and chased Feng Zhixi into the Meiyuan: "Then tell me, what will you do to teach me, that child won't stay long, just deal with it for three or two years."

"Brother!" Feng Zhixi yelled, covering his mouth and coughing.

Ling Guangjun's complexion changed, and he stepped forward to caress his back: "How are you on the night? It's not July yet, so don't catch the cold!"

Feng Zhixi pushed Kaiming's hand, frowned and said nothing, went into the room to write at the desk, ignoring Ling Guangjun who was fiddling with his clothes.

Ming, however, was not angry. He turned around and lit the stove to boil water. From time to time, he worriedly looked at Feng Zhixi, who was not looking sideways, and sighed secretly.

It wasn't until he took the hot tea that Ming Que handed him over that Feng Zhixi said, "It's fine if you put him at my door, as long as you don't disturb me, I'll treat those two people in front of Zhuhai as if they didn't exist. Senior brother, before Shenyuan, you are a diligent person who wakes up at midnight to practice qigong. I have been learning from you since I was a child! Seeing you again after more than ten years, it seems like a different person. I sleep until the sun rises every day, and I no longer practice qigong. I have nothing to do all day long. Fortunately, the elders are able to take care of most of the affairs of the sect for you. It matches you very well, it is enough for you to teach it casually, why bother me again! If this continues, you might as well let someone else do it for you, even the Suzerain!"

The tea cup that Ming put to his mouth stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Since you know the whole story, why bother to provoke me with these words!"

"So what! You are only 35 years old this year, and your senior brother is extremely talented, and there is still time for re-cultivation!" Feng Zhixi's tone was a little soft: "Even if you don't practice, it is not very good to manage Nangu well and stand as the leader of the four sects with one heart and one mind. !"

"Zhixi!" Ming suddenly stared at Feng Zhixi: "Are you really okay? Your body is fine."

"I'm fine. I accidentally inhaled some dust when I entered the Chiyan Cave today. It's just a itchy throat and a cough."

"It's fine, you're still helping Yu Qiu with the tiger bone knife! Don't be too tired, this Yu Mulang is really entrusting you with such a heavy job."

"Except for Nangu Chiyan, the tiger bone can't be refined anywhere else. I'm just watching. Geng Zhuo is helping me."

"Then you just leave it to Lao Geng, he likes casting tools, so don't go into the hole again."

Feng Zhixi nodded: "It's just engraving the knife body runes, and I can't do the rest. By the way, how about the child's spiritual root?"

"Not yet tested."

"Let me think about Nan Yu's matter. Master has also mentioned him. I just don't want to get involved in too many mundane matters."

"Well, don't worry about it, he's just a kid from a rich family who came here because of his fame, and I'll take care of it myself!"

"A kid from a rich family?" Feng Zhixi looked at Ming Que suspiciously, and stopped talking.

After Nan Yu got up in the morning, he had an unconscious habit of going to the entrance of the bamboo sea, exercising his muscles and bones while looking inside. Leaving early and returning late, missed the opportunity?

Today's class is about spells, and the disciples are looking forward to the elder who is teaching.

The elders in charge of the class are different, and the performance of the students is also different. Like Ding Ling, who is as serious as he is, he pays special attention to rules. He is absolutely silent when waiting, and no one talks to him. The model disciple Deng Xia couldn't help popularizing knowledge to Nan Yu: "Brother Nan, did you hear about this Elder Guisu today?"

Responding that he was ignorant of nature, Deng Xia turned on the Lianzhu Cannon mode in a low voice: "Elder Guisu Quanyou is very powerful. He can drive away all ghosts with one hand spell, is proficient in formations, can see ghosts and gods with open sky eyes, and can even summon a golden dragon. Sheep spirit beast, do you know that spiritual pets are not available to everyone, they can be summoned not by cultivation level, but by fate with that spirit beast." Deng Xia's eyes lit up, especially for Guisu Quan The innate talent is envied to the extreme.

"Open the eyes of the sky?" Nan Yu's curiosity was successfully aroused: "You said he can see ghosts?"

"Not only can you see ghosts, but you can also communicate with spirits!" Deng Xia looked around, then cautiously approached Nan Yu and said in a low voice, "I heard that only ghosts and ghosts have such spiritual roots."

"Cut!" Nan Yu lifted him in disgust: "Let's hear it, how could such a thing happen!"

"Don't believe it, there are a lot of strange things in this world, you have to take a closer look..." Deng Xia didn't give up, and was about to continue, when he saw a middle-aged man with a dark complexion stepping into the classroom at the door, Sit upright and shut up immediately.

Although Nan Yu sneered at Deng Xia's theory that gods and ghosts were born after birth, he couldn't help but take a closer look at this ghost elder, he was no different from ordinary people!

But when Guisu Quanyou's eyes shot at Nan Yu, he was startled suddenly, eyes!Quanyou's two pupils turned out to be of different colors, one was black and the other was white!

Nan Yu could not help but believe Deng Xia's nonsense.

"You are Nan Yu?" the elder with black and white eyes spoke.

"The disciple is Nan Yu." Nan Yu didn't know if she was frightened by those terrifying eyes, and saluted the teacher for the first time.

"Although you came one month late, this is the third time I'm teaching beginners. I didn't miss too much, just follow along, and ask me what I don't understand." Compared with those gloomy eyes, Quan You's tone seemed Especially gentle.

"The disciple understands."

After returning to the podium, Quanyou distributed the yellow talisman papers and began to teach: "Last time, I said that the talisman seals are composed of "futou", "fushen", "fufu", "fujiao", and "fudan". It is composed of five parts. Because of the different sects, the hidden seal characters of the talisman are also different. Our southern school mainly uses the imperial decree of the Taoist ancestor of the Sanqing as the talisman. The talisman represents the instruction. The painting method is especially important. Today, you will practice the simple imperial order drawing method."

The disciples painted the ladle according to the gourd, and drew it according to the sample talisman pasted by Quanyou.

Nan Yu is the kind of person who, as long as he is willing to do it, he will definitely do it to the extreme. With every single stroke of his mind, Nan Guang who is next to him almost burst into tears: It's been a long time since his eldest son has such a focused expression!This Nangu really came to the right place, no matter whether this spell technique is useful or not, he was already very excited to revisit Nanyu's earnestness, and the hand holding the pen couldn't help trembling.

After finishing the drawing, the elder Quan You stopped in front of Nan Yu's desk for a long time after going around the field, then picked up his talisman paper and raised it up to everyone, saying: "This is the most standard drawing today."

Nan Guang was so excited that he burst into tears again.

A long-lost pleasure surged up in Nan Yu's heart. This pleasure was not like the pleasure after venting, nor the condescending superiority, but a very simple one, similar to the pride of being praised by the husband for his good handwriting when he was a child. , without any reward, just a word of approval is enough to refresh him.

This feeling lasted until dusk. Sitting on the big rock next to the bamboo house, holding a few strokes of vermilion yellow paper, I held it up and admired it for a long time, until a red figure came into view, and then hurriedly put it away.

Feng Zhixi glanced at the yellow paper Nan Yu hid behind him, with an unpredictable expression.

"Little..." Nan Yu opened his mouth.

Before the word Shishu could be finished, the person had already left, leaving only a red back on the bamboo forest path.

The good mood of the whole day was instantly destroyed. The yellow paper that I never got tired of just now became garbage, and Nan Yu threw it on the side of the road casually. The man with a black face kicked the bamboo beside him hard. , Startled a Lin Su Niao: "Who is it, why are you pretending!"

If it's not that you can't beat me, young master, I will knock down your white head and kneel down to admit my mistake, just kick off your pretentious black umbrella, and let the sun shine on you to death!

Nan Guang in the room saw his master's complexion changed drastically. For some reason, his face was sunny just now, but now it was covered with dark clouds. In order to avoid the ensuing lightning and thunder, Nan Guang suppressed his words of concern.

Years of experience, leaving his master in the house to avoid him, it is better not to be this punching bag.

Nan Yu didn't know what kind of madness he was having. No one had ignored him like this since he was a child. Today, he got a little affirmation from Guisu Quanyou, which almost made him make up his mind to practice well. It's so serious and ridiculous.

Reluctantly, he turned his head and rolled the stuffy air into the bedding.

There was a rustling sound in front of the bed, as if someone was approaching and lifting his blanket, Nan Yu thought it was Nan Guang, and was so worried that he let out his anger and kicked him.

"Hey, hee hee, I caught it!" Nan Yu got up and was stunned when his feet were grabbed and unable to move.

Ling Guangjun was wearing a gaudy turquoise robe, with dragon patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, as flamboyant as you want, and he was smiling at Nan Yu: "Your apprentice is very skilled!"

Nan Yu hastily put her feet back on the ground: "Master!"

"Oh, don't be too restrained!" Ming Ke waved his hand, but he lay down on the bed and groped around: "Is this room still used to living? Xiao Yu."

Little...Yu?

Nan Yu was messed up by his master again, what is going on with this Nangu Sect Master who doesn't treat himself as an outsider?

"I'm used to living here, Master is taking care of me."

"I also think it's pretty good. It's well-groomed." Ling Guang-jun got up from the bed and straightened his robes: "How about my clothes? This is the most popular style in Dongling now, and you rarely see it in the capital." Bar!"

No wonder, Nan Yu was wondering how Nangu's clothing pattern could be embroidered with dragons, but it was actually Dongling's imperial uniform. This Nangu suzerain is really eclectic!

"It's gorgeous!" Nan Yu didn't know how to describe it: "How can Master wear Dongling's clothes!"

"You don't understand this. Among the four sects, Dongling is the best at clothing. Every year, many new styles will be released, attracting other sects to imitate. Of course, Nangu's clothing is not bad, but I am not trying to be fresh, red clothes If you are tired of wearing it, try another color, do you think this blue color will make my skin darker?"

Nan Yu felt more and more difficult to accept his master's words: "Dongling still sells clothes?"

"Give it away." Ling Guangjun walked around the room carelessly, picked up an inkstone on the table and played with it: "Meng Zhangjun will send some clothes to Huanxi Lord every year, and I hate him in the evening, so I don't want to accept them. I think sending them back It's a pity, so I kept it. If Xiao Yu likes it, I can go to the master to pick some pieces some other day!"

"No need!" Nan Yu refused.

The master of feelings is serious to the outside world, but he has such a hobby in private!

But seeing that he is not yet forty, with such a clean up and dressing, it is really impossible to see that he has a 19-year-old son. If he and Minglang stand together, no one will suspect that they are brothers.

"I just stopped by to see how you live. If you have any questions, just talk to Master. By the way, I have seen the treasures you gave me. They are all rare treasures. You said that even though you are a rich family Brother, you can’t be so extravagant! Take it back when you go to visit your relatives, I’ll just keep a few things!” Ming Que walked out, and Nan Yu sent him out.

"There are plenty at home, master will keep it!"

Ling Guangjun waved his hand, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo sea.

The author has something to say: Because I was rushing to write the article day and night, it was too late to refine it. I hope you understand if there are typos.

☆, Zhang Su

A few days later, Nan Yu saw the first female cultivator who came to Nangu, to be exact, a female elder, that is Elder Zhang Su who taught bow and archery, Li Taotong.

Li Taotong on the training ground is heroic and heroic. Unlike other elders, although he is still wearing a purple robe, the purple robe seems to be intertwined with colorful silk threads. With his graceful posture and martial arts, he changes into a colorful pattern. Li Taotong was in his early twenties, with a pretty face and a pair of shining phoenix eyes.

A group of disciples looked straight at it, inexplicably excited, and their energy was a little higher than other classes.

It is the same martial arts class, but Li Taotong's teaching method is completely different from Duan Zhu's. Duan Zhu was so angry that he would not pay his life for proofing.

Li Taotong taught very seriously. When he came up, he held a longbow in his hand, pointed at the target in the distance and started practicing directly.

It seemed simple, but when Nan Yu picked up the longbow, he felt it was not easy. Compared with the light wooden sword, the weight of this iron bow was not light, and the string was so tight that it would be difficult to pull it apart. It takes a lot of strength, but fortunately, Nan Yu is born with great strength, and he has used bows and arrows a lot as he likes to hunt, so he has no pressure on it.

Looking back at those beginners, all of them grinned, their faces were flushed, and few of them drew their bows fully, let alone put their arrows on the bow.

Li Taotong was not surprised and let them shoot randomly.

"Whoosh!" There was a sound of wind, hitting the red heart.

"Good archery!" The disciples cheered.

The corner of Nan Yu's mouth hooked up, isn't it just archery, it doesn't bother me, nocking the arrow to the string, easily pulling it full and shooting another arrow, it hits the center of the bull's-eye impartially, splitting the previous arrow into two halves.

Li Taotong squinted his eyes and looked up and down, and walked towards Nan Yu: "Have you practiced?"

"Well, I often hunt!" Nan Yu was not modest either.

"Not bad!" Li Taotong patted Nan Yu on the shoulder: "The physique is strong, the chest muscles, the arms are strong, it's a good material! It's a pity that there is no fire-type spiritual root, otherwise I will choose you to belong to Zhang Su."

"The teacher is absurd!" Xiao Xiao avoided Li Taotong's hand.

"Children! The bow in your hands is not the heaviest. If you can't even draw this bow, and you say that you will lose face to our Nangu, give me a little more effort."

"Isn't even an iron bow considered heavy?" Nan Yu couldn't help asking, although this bow is not delicate, it can be compared to