My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

The Midsummer Fire of Nanyu traditional martial arts is scheduled to be held five days later, and the five spirits will bring their special skills to pass through the five poor lands.

The Land of the Five Poors, as the name suggests, is a practice field composed of five illusory lands, where demons and ghosts are rampant, and strange phenomena are rampant. However, since it is a place for cultivation, these will not cause substantial harm to the disciples who enter. It may be a bit difficult, the achievements of Midsummer Fire are calculated according to the time of entry and exit every year, and the shortest time is better.

In order to save time, Xue Huan skipped the stage of testing swordsmanship, and planned to teach them a set of swordsmanship directly, so as to prevent them from stabbing randomly with swords without tricks in the five poor lands.

Although the midsummer fire is not ranked among the five spirits, the disciples who take the shortest time and the longest time for each spirit will be announced. Xue Huan thinks that although the swordsmanship becomes the spirit and ranks young and old, at least he can't be ranked second to last. It sounds better than the bottom one.

However, the idea in my mind is always easier to think than to do, Xue Huan stepped into a pit before taking the first step.

On the practice field behind the Minute Question House, several wooden stakes and hanging swings surrounded a group of people in a well-stretched square.At this time, Xue Huan's heart was racing to the ground, and he was furious with the knife in his hand, and then forced his thoughts back, saying: "No sword?"

Wen Shang was so stubborn that he didn't realize that his master's nose was burning with fire, so he replied, "Yes, I told you last time, except for Twelve and Wei Qing, Si Xia and I don't have each other."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound of wind in the surroundings, so Wen Shang got stuck and said, "Jun An and Xiao Hui probably didn't either."

Jun An took out his Cang Lan from behind, the sword was still covered with blue light, which blinded his eyes.Nan Xiaohui, who was last in line, silently took out a copper coin sword, and said seriously: "The master left it for me, and the inscription on the sword will last forever."

Wen Shang: "..."

The fifth spirit uses swordsmanship to become a spirit. If the disciples in the sect don't have a decent sword, it seems really unreasonable, but right now he can't conjure a sword. When he was learning spells in Luoshui, he thought the copper coin sword was ugly, so he turned After the door, he abandoned it and didn't take it with him. Any blade wound spells were all excuses he made.

He struggled to look at Si Xia, and made sure that this girl could not have a sword except for being mischievous, and said, "Si Xia probably doesn't have a sword."

"No, I can only control the flower blade, I can't hold the sword." Si Xia added embarrassingly: "But I can learn."

Xue Huan was sweating all over his forehead early in the morning, and his plan was disrupted, so he said helplessly, "I'm not worried about Si Xia, can a flower turn into a sword? No, I'll teach you a few formulas to control it. But you—" He thought for a while and said, "I'll make a stick for you to practice first, and I'll see if I can ask Shen Ling to help you practice."

Wen Shang smiled openly: "Thank you, Master."

He was thick-skinned and tore it down quickly.

"Okay," Xue Huan adjusted his breathing, and said, "Before you learn swords, you need to know about swords. The sword is a sharp edge, and it is for blood. It has two functions. One is to attack, and the other is to defend. Hold a sword in your hand , to understand what is most important.”

Wei Qing answered, "Attack."

Xue Huan smiled, "Very good, but not."

"A sword has double edges. It can hurt others, and it can also hurt yourself. Therefore, the most important thing about a sword is not to move, to protect yourself."

Wei Qing also laughed, finding fault and said: "Since you have chosen to learn swords, you have already prepared to be injured. As you said, just keep the sword out of its sheath, so that you will never see blood in your life, and you will not be injured." Hurt yourself."

"That makes sense. Since you think it's okay to get hurt, why don't you and I fight first?"

Wei Qing took a step forward, drew out his saber, and nodded: "Come on."

The others consciously stood a little farther away and made room for them.

"There are some things I wanted to say a long time ago." Wei Qing took the offensive, and said bluntly: "You don't seem to be much older than us, and I'm not happy to grow up with us for nothing."

Wei Qing has always been loose-tempered, he does things in a foolish way, and he talks cheaply regardless of the occasion or the person. Those who are familiar with him feel that they are used to it, but Xue Huan has not had much contact with him, and the two have met several times. .Except for Jun'an, everyone didn't know the depth of Xue Huan's skills, and they were afraid that Xue Huan would be angry and do something scary in a fit of anger, which would not end in the end.

However, Xue Huan didn't show signs of being angry. Instead, he thought that it was not bad to finally have a wild man under his door.

"Do you care about the word master? I said that you can call me brother."

Wei Qing's eyes sank, he moved his feet, and rushed over with his sword in hand.

He was originally a disciple of Shen Ling's sect, and he came as soon as he used his sword skills, and he rushed over with a decent posture.

However... the sword that was coming straight was deflected by a strong force, and the hand holding the sword seemed to hit a huge rock, which made Wei Qing's entire arm numb. As soon as he let go of the sword, he instinctively returned Rubbing your elbows.

Grinning his teeth and screaming in pain, his eyes were still blurred, and suddenly he felt a hard, hard, cool thing pressed against his throat.

Xue Huan held his saber, pointed the tip of the sword at his throat, then tilted his head and smiled at him.

The surrounding audience seemed to be frozen, they only saw Wei Qing's sword moving, and then a strong wind passed by, and it turned into Xue Huan pointing the sword at Wei Qing's neck.

Wei Qing was startled and held his breath slightly. His eyes fluctuated and he looked down at the sword pointing at him.

He had no defense at all, and he didn't hit the expected move.

I would never hit him, he only had this one thought in his mind, floating on the empty ground.

He was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Xue Huan turned the blade around and handed the hilt to Wei Qing, who took it nonchalantly.

"This is what I want to tell you. Sometimes, in the face of danger, when your sword is taken away, the attack and defense of the sword will be out of balance. The enemy will not protect you with the sword, he will only use it to hurt you. You, so with the sword in hand, the first thing we have to learn is protection, not only to protect ourselves, but also to protect those around us."

"It's a good thing to be bloody, but you can't forget to be calm. The best situation is a combination of the two, adhering to the principle of 'I will not be attacked if I am not attacked, and if I am attacked, I will not be polite'."

Wei Qing was silent for a long time, then said quietly, "You're just not welcome?"

Xue Huan turned around, and he saw that there was still a stubbornness in Wei Qing's eyes that was not willing to lose. He put one hand behind his back, no need to think about it, he must have clenched his fist tightly to restrain himself.

"It depends on you, don't go against the law of heaven, don't say you regret it, don't ask if it's worth it."

At this time, Yan Zhou walked through the Quyou path, stood behind a wooden stake and looked at the crowd, then his eyes fell on Xue Huan.

He just heard Xue Huan's last few words, and smiled a little.

Xue Huan borrowed the sword from Jun'an, and said, "Learn the defensive style first, and I will teach you a few Xue-style sword techniques first." After speaking, he turned and faced Yan Zhou's direction... After a second, he looked away.

Swordsmanship is good at attacking moves, while Xue-style swordsmanship puts defense first. When fighting, the sword is retracted in front of the body, the body moves first, and the sword moves second. The opponent's next offensive, and finally looking for gaps, pay attention to ten surety, on the contrary, defense is the fundamental.

Xue Huan played a set of swordsmanship. Although he used retreat everywhere in the process, if the chassis is unstable and the sword cannot keep up, it will be difficult to learn it completely.

He only showed it once, and let a few laymen practice it by themselves.

"It's difficult, master, just do it again?" Si Xia was frustrated, "I didn't see anything clearly."

"I think it's okay." Xue Huanchu scanned the row of boys with his sword, and said, "Jun'an, Wang Xun, Wei Qing, and Xiao Hui, you have experienced swordsmanship before, so that set of swordsmanship is not for you. It shouldn't be difficult to tell, you can bring Wen Shang and Si Xia first."

"I can't." Nan Xiaohui said, "I just have a sword, and I haven't formally learned swordsmanship. I can't understand the swordsmanship you demonstrated just now."

Xue Huan: "Then you can learn from them."

Jun An also said: "The number of swordsmanship taught by Chaoqiu is different from this one. I read it and don't remember it very well."

"Where are Wang Xun and Wei Qing?" Xue Huan simply asked the remaining two people.

"It should be possible." He Wangxun replied, but Wei Qing didn't say anything, he was so arrogant that he was unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat no matter what.

"Very good, you guys practice first, I'll go to Shen Ling and come back to check." Xue Huan left after finishing speaking, Si Xia watched him leave eagerly, and hesitated: "Haven't... haven't taught me how to make a blade into a sword yet. .”

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Xue Huan was on the way to Shen Ling, and Yan Zhou followed him all the time, but today he was sure that he would never open his mouth unless he said a word to him. He felt the footsteps behind him, not far or near him, but He didn't want to turn back and let him follow.

The two walked one after the other, the person in front didn't speak, and the person behind didn't speak, as if they were comparing patience to see who could lose their temper first.

Yan Zhou thought that Xue Huan was trying to trick him, and followed him from the time he went to Shenling to the time he came back, but he didn't say a word. He clearly knew there was someone behind him, but he seemed blind.

"Hey, you can't be dumb." Yan Zhou stopped behind him and said, but the person in front of him was not only dumb, but also deaf. He strode forward without pausing at all. Influence.

Yan Zhou watched him walk away as if he had seen a ghost, recalling that Xue Huan and him looked at each other in Sanwen's training ground just now, although it was short, Yan Zhou was sure that he was not blind.

Firstly, he can talk, and secondly, he can see things. Why did he put on a show and not talk to himself.

It seems that there is nothing to offend him, why did his personality change overnight?

Yanzhou chased after him full of doubts, and patted Xue Huan's shoulder from behind. Xue Huan arched his shoulders, frowned, and gouged him out like an enemy, without saying a word, and walked around But he walked away.

Now he was really confused, why did he look at himself with that kind of eyes, could it be that he found that the little white wolf he gave him was a surly thing with teeth and claws?

Afterwards, Yanzhou returned to the Three Questions, and he seemed to be a transparent person at that stop. His disciples were repeatedly instructed by him, and no one talked to him anymore.On the training field, whether it was practicing swords to correct posture or serving tea and water during the break, several people on the field were making a fuss. Yan Zhou looked like a zombie with a shut-up talisman, separated by an enchantment, silently looking at the group Young people who are laughing and playing.

During this period, Xue Huan didn't even give him a look.

Not only that, but it was like this for the next few days.Staying by the tree is considered as grass growing beside the tree, and standing under the practice field is an insignificant spectator.Xue Huan didn't care about what he ate or drank, no matter where he went to sleep at night, if he bumped into it on the road, he would treat it as a stone blocking the way, and he didn't kick him, just bypassed it.

It's not that Yan Zhou didn't talk to him first, for a person like him who refuses to bow his head, what he said was not very nice, but Xue Huan didn't respond at all, and what returned to him most was an indifferent expression, and then drifted away from him. past.

After many days, even a fool understands that this is driving him away.

On the second day before the fire of midsummer started, Xue Huan led his disciples to the Nanyu Plaza host platform to register. There was a long queue at the host platform. Three questions were asked. Same, frolicking to pass the time while waiting.

Yan Zhou stood under the steps, glanced at them, leaned sideways on a stone pillar, and looked away.

He intends to leave today, but before leaving, he must return the shackles that Xue Huan imposed on him.Thinking about it carefully, there is nothing good in this shabby place. He is a murderous devil, what kind of gentleman is he?It's ridiculous to think that just changing a layer of skin is a piece of compassionate Linglong heart.

After waiting for about an hour, Midsummer Fire finished recording. When Xue Huan went down the steps, he looked around, but he didn't see the person leaning against the stone pillar in the morning.

He let the group go first, turned around and went to the bamboo house under the waterfall.

Yanzhou guessed that he was coming back to the bamboo house, and was waiting on the way that day.

When Xue Huan saw him, he turned his head and wanted to leave. This time, Yan Zhou couldn't bear it anymore.