Cultivate the evil ways of the world

On the second day, Shao Riwan went to see Shao Yangfeng as promised.

Shao Yangfeng sat tall on the high platform in front of the practice pool. Shao Riwan drew his long sword out of its sheath and bowed to him. Before going out, he randomly took a silver sword hilt that he had never used before, with a silver handle on it. Crushed stones and precious jade are a bit vulgar when they are idle, but they are fine when used, the left and right are just for emergency.

Shao Yangfeng asked: "Where is your sword?"

Shao Riwan said: "That one is a bit heavy, I'll try another one."

Shao Yangfeng didn't know whether to believe it or not, he just said: "Changing swords is not a good way, and it is of no benefit."

"Yes," Shao Riwan said, "Let's just try."

Shao Yangfeng responded and said, "Let's begin."

Shao Riwan took a sword flower, picked the edge of the sword forward, and said, "Okay."

I saw his eyes suddenly changed, he glanced sharply for a week, the long sword trembled slightly, and as his body swept across, Shao Riwan was thin and tall, and he was very chic and beautiful when wielding the sword, like an exiled fairy in a peach forest .

Shao Yangfeng interrupted: "Stop it."

Shao Riwan withdrew his sword in a hurry.

Shao Yangfeng said: "It's soft and weak, like an empty shell."

Shao Riwan replied, "Master is absolutely right."

Shao Yangfeng flew down from the stage, casually broke off a branch from the tree, made a gesture and said: "Look." After speaking, his figure flew forward in an instant, brushing Shao Riwan's cheek and flew past, his movements were concise Neatly, the sword is in place, and the figure quickly shows an afterimage.

Shao Riwan followed his figure closely, keeping all these in his head.

Shaoyang Feng flew upwards on his toes, turned his head from mid-air, a branch almost bent on the ground, bounced him up, and he landed lightly on the ground, closing his momentum and saying: "Let's learn these from now on, There are still some secret books in my room, if you want to read them, you should study hard and think hard."

This caught Shao Riwan's heart, and said: "Okay, I'll go and have a look when I have time."

Shao Yangfeng gave him a few more words of advice and sent him away.

Shao Riwan took the pass card and rushed straight to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

The person looking at the Sutra Pavilion is an old man who looks like he is 80 or 400 years old, but he has been looking at the door for more than [-] years. Thousands of practitioners are like this. If they don’t have opportunities and talents, they can only live to this age. Slowly waiting to die of old age.

Shao Riwan took out the pass card and said, "Please."

The old man stretched out his hand to take it over, looked at it twice, and said, "You haven't come for a long time."

Shao Riwan coaxed, "I'm busy these days."

The old man returned the sign to him, led him to go in, and said: "Your master is too restrictive, and he lectures every day, how can you teach Jindanqi?"

Shao Riwan followed him and said, "Master told me to look for more books this time, I'm afraid I'll have to borrow a few."

"Borrow it, borrow it," the old man sighed, "Isn't this all yours? I just hide here to collect ashes every day." He took out a bunch of keys from his waist, tremblingly reached into the lock and twisted it. With a 'click' sound, the lock opened.

Shao Riwan walked in and said, "Thank you." Then he closed the door inside, walked to the wall, and the flint made a string of sparks, lit the candle, and walked slowly along the bookshelf.

He wanted to find a book of swordsmanship that was most suitable for Wei Changze.

The swordsmanship that Shao Yangfeng chose for them was very conservative, and they could not make a single mistake. If they practiced in a regular manner, although they could not practice deviant, they would not be able to practice unrivaled talents.

Wei Changze doesn't need to be like this, just give him the most sophisticated, deepest and most difficult, and don't care whether he understands it thoroughly or whether he will go astray.

This man is too powerful.

There are tens of thousands of copies of swordsmanship in the Sutra Pavilion, and Wei Changze can get any of them as long as he wants.

Shao Riwan hummed a tune easily, and ran his fingers along the spine of each book—this one can't be too simple;

This search lasted all afternoon, and he was afraid that he found someone who was not suitable, so he would not be satisfied after picking and picking.

This is just like playing the development game in the past. He kept adding good equipment attributes to his character, hoping that he would grow stronger.

There was a stack of alternatives at his feet, and the candles at his feet were half burned, and the wax oil flowed down a pile of lampstands. Shao Riwan bent down and searched for them one by one along the bottom row. He had already decided to choose again. If you don't find a suitable one, just grab one from the pile at your feet.

Suddenly, he saw a somewhat strange book, with four small characters stamped in vague gold letters on the spine - "Kunwu Sword Art"

Shao Riwan suddenly had an intuition that this was it. He took out the book, flipped through two pages and put it back in the front of his front. He stood up and put back all the books he had taken out before, turned around and left.

The old man said: "Come out?"

Shao Riwan said: "I took a book and returned it two days later."

"Okay," said the old man, "which one is it?"

Shao Riwan thought it's okay to say it, he had never heard of this book, and it probably wasn't a famous secret book, so he said truthfully: "Kunwu Sword Art."

The old man was taken aback, and said, "Kunwu?"

Shao Riwan said: "You know?"

The old man said: "It's an ancient sword, you can take it and read it, but don't learn it, why did you take this book?"

Shao Riwan just said: "I have been dazzled after reading it for several hours, and it is not easy to come here, so I picked one at random and thought about taking it back and studying it."

"Do you know this book?" Shao Riwan asked again.

"I probably know a little bit," the old man said, "I read the Buddhist scriptures pavilion for four to five hundred years, and I know all the books, but this one is a little different. It was brought back by your ancestor. It caused quite a bit of controversy."

"This book was written by a sword repairer holding the 'Kun Wu Sword'. That man became possessed at last and caused quite a disturbance, causing everyone in the world to destroy this book. But later, your patriarch took it away. When I came back, I persuaded him to burn it, but your patriarch only said, 'There are no exercises in this world that can attract people into magic, it's just that the practitioner's mind is not strong', so he put it in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion."

"Not only did he not burn it, but he put the book on the shelf. He just didn't ask anyone to practice it, but he didn't hide it either. He just told me that if someone came to take it, he must consider it carefully."

Shao Riwan said respectfully: "Don't worry, I will take care of it myself."

The old man said: "That's all right. There are tens of thousands of good swordsmanship in this world, and you don't have to practice this heresy."

Shao Riwan smiled and didn't respond.

The old man sighed and said: "Forget it, I don't understand these things anymore."

Shao Riwan thanked him again and walked out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

He also hesitated in his heart, wondering if he should give it to Wei Changze. This book can't stay with him for long. There are a lot of books in the Cangjing Pavilion. He said he could only return it in two days. He still had to return it. Make a copy for Wei Changze.

Shao Riwan sighed, thinking that he was really both a father and a mother, and he had a good job.

By the way, Wei Changze hadn't delivered any food that day, not only that, he hadn't eaten yet, so he simply greeted Xiaodaotong, packed some food from the kitchen, and sent it to Siguo Cliff with the lunch box .

As soon as he walked in, as expected, he saw Wei Changze lying on the haystack sleeping drunk.

Shao Riwan patted his face and said, "Get up."

Wei Changze slapped his hand away and frowned. He didn't look so arrogant and rude when he fell asleep, he just looked like an exceptionally masculine and handsome boy.

Shao Riwan took a few steps back, and suddenly shouted: "It's on fire!"

Wei Changze woke up suddenly, sat up all of a sudden, with two straw sticks hanging from his head.

Shao Riwan put the lunch box aside, sat down on the ground, and said, "Slept all day?"

Wei Changze closed his eyes helplessly, sighed and said, "I just fell asleep, really."

Shao Riwan pointed at him with chopsticks, and said, "There are already marks on your face, are you lying to me?"

Wei Changze touched it subconsciously, then realized that he had been tricked, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Shao Riwan didn't intend to pursue it, so he took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him, saying: "I didn't eat at noon, how dare you say I only slept for a while?"

Seeing that he was still holding a pair of chopsticks, Wei Changze asked, "Did you not eat?"

It's okay not to talk about this, but Shao Riwan is annoyed when he talks about it, he is serving him conscientiously, but this guy hides here and sleeps.

He took out the book from his pocket and threw it to Wei Changze, without answering, just said, "Look."

Wei Changze took it, turned two pages, and gradually became serious.

Shao Riwan didn't care about him, and ate first.

Wei Changze looked at it for half an hour before raising his head, and said, "Where did you get this?"

"The Sutra Pavilion," Shao Riwan said, "I happened to see it, and I think this book looks like you, maybe it can catch your eyes."

Wei Changze suddenly said, "Have you finished eating?"

Shao Riwan said: "You have been watching for half an hour, am I still waiting for you?"

"No," Wei Changze couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "You gave me food and finished it yourself? At least save some for me."

Shao Riwan said: "You can eat what you left at noon, since you don't practice qigong anyway, what's the use of eating well."

Wei Changze: ...

If you don't practice the exercises together, you don't even have the chance to eat?

Shao Riwan asked, "How about it, do you like it?"

"The sword is slanted," Wei Changze said seriously, "The person who wrote this book is absolutely extraordinary."

This is what I like, Shao Riwan said casually: "Then you can practice this."

Wei Changze hesitated, and Shao Riwan asked, "You don't want to?"

"No," Wei Changze said, "That's it, thank you."

Shao Riwan said: "I'll take it back and make a copy for you today, this book will be returned in two days."

Wei Changze said, "No need, I can remember."

Shao Riwan believed that he could remember, but he still said: "You remember, but I can't. What will I do if you fool me in the future?"

"..." Wei Changze said, "Brother, please speak humanly."

Even so, Shao Riwan still took it home and copied a copy of it. He didn't sleep all night. At the end, his eyes were dazzled when he read the traditional Chinese characters. Moreover, there were schematic illustrations of this sword technique every few pages, and he had to draw a small one. People, Shao Riwan was ashamed.

The next day was already slightly lit, and Shao Riwan finally finished copying it. He read it from the beginning, turned to the first page, and saw the opening words:

"Saints don't die, but thieves never stop." '