Ye Shangxian, eat well and drink well! [Mountains and rivers x food language]

It was cloudy outside in the afternoon, making it perfect for exercise again.

Xiao Yi changed into a new set of clothes and wanted to go to the practice field again, but Ye Baiyi stopped her: "I'll teach you how to practice!"

With a good master right in front of her eyes, she actually went to compete with a child of unknown origin outside, Ye Baiyi was also drunk, she was looking down on someone.

"Have you rested?" Xiaoyi was still a little worried about his health.

"I...you!" Ye Baiyi became annoyed when he mentioned this matter. He must beat that kid Wen Kexing. This jade flute? Or a bamboo stick? A knife?!" He grabbed Xiao Yi's arm and walked out.

I don't want to recall the experience of yesterday at all, it is simply wandering on the edge of life and death.

That was completely medical shock, and it seemed that he would die suddenly in the next second.

How could Wen Kexing be proficient in this kind of thing.

Is anyone really hard enough to enjoy this kind of stuff?

……

Xiaoyi felt that after last night, the two of them were evened out. They both hurt their teammates severely in some way, so it would be better to offset this memory two by two and start a new healthy life.

"Then let me learn how to use a sword." Xiaoyi felt that Ye Baiyi was proficient in swordsmanship, "I don't pick weapons, I am very interested."

"Epee or light?" Ye Baiyi asked her again.

"Let's go light." For Xiaoyi, light things have more room to play.

"……OK then."

Ye Baiyi was a little regretful, originally wanted to give her more of the dragon back for use.

There are some swords that can be rented near the training ground, and Xiaoyi went to ask for an iron one, which is between an epee and a light sword.

Use heavier things for normal training, and lighter things for battles, so you will have more room.

Ye Baiyi also took a similar one, and the two of them walked into the woods, sprayed their bodies with mosquito repellant, and started gesticulating.

"Your aptitude is not as high as Rong Xuan's, but you are smarter and learn faster." Ye Baiyi began to gradually realize the importance of IQ.

Teaching a smart apprentice is like burning a CD, it goes very smoothly and there is almost no pause in the middle.

Rong Xuan is the kind of person who will be bored when she doesn’t understand something. Xiao Yi is not bored at all, and immediately asks if she doesn’t understand. What can break through, what can't.

She also learned by analogy, Ye Baiyi taught her two sets of swordsmanship, she actually took them apart to memorize, and found that she was better at sticking words, using the sword to restrain the enemy's weapon.

Because she is an archer herself, she is very sensitive to small changes in force and angle.

The eighteen kinds of weapons actually have something in common. The weapon that each person uses at the beginning sometimes determines a person's fighting style and thinking to a large extent.

"Have you memorized the first, third, fourth, and sixteenth moves?" Ye Baiyi gestured to her with an iron sword. He didn't use his internal force, and neither did Xiao Yi. He found that Xiao Yi's moves were getting more and more complicated. The more self-conscious, gradually discarding individual styles.

"Oh, is this what you're talking about?" Xiao Yi immediately made a sweep, a slash, a thrust, and a meaningless pose.

...The movements are very standard, almost carved out of his mold.

Ye Baiyi: "..."

Then she abandoned it on purpose.

"I won't teach you anymore!" Ye Baiyi was a little unhappy, "You are so capable of self-innovation, then you should innovate." He flicked his sleeve and threw the sword on the ground.

Whether it is Rong Xuan or Qin Huaizhang, as an apprentice, the most basic quality is to respect the teacher and be respectful, even if you don't respect the teacher.

In addition to its practical value, swordsmanship itself is also an intangible cultural heritage, which carries some of the founder's thoughts and has been passed down from generation to generation. In fact, there are metaphysical deposits in it.

There is a touching story behind some moves.

Xiao Yi lowered her head to pick up his sword, she was not annoyed, she just wanted to know more about it.

"Don't be angry, Senior Ye, I've written them all down." Xiao Yi walked over and tugged at his sleeve, "I'm just trying to digest them in my own way, after all, I'm not used to it."

"...I suck. You are more than 100 years old and have studied for more than 100 years. Don't play tricks on rubbish people like me." The gap between a top student and a scumbag.

"You don't suck!"

Ye Baiyi lowered his head all of a sudden, and looked at her angrily, "You just pretend you don't know! Do you know that the teacher hates students like you the most?!!!!!!" You can keep your eyelids on purpose when you can learn well Find a new way underneath.

Ye Baiyichao hated the feeling of first giving him hope and then giving him despair.

Damn, a smart head, a way of listening carefully, perfect memory from beginning to end, perfect digestion and understanding.

Then it was perfectly pulled clean, and there was nothing left of the prototype, except for strange-shaped things.

If he can still accept the strange shape from the beginning, can he not be so anticlimactic, this is really the anger of man and god, okay?

Let a teacher gradually lose his sense of accomplishment.

"Don't... don't get angry." Xiaoyi still felt that he was weak and wanted to control her emotions. She stretched out her hand to run along his back. Ye Baiyi didn't buy it even if she patted him back and forth, and continued to look at her angrily. Very blowing beard and staring.

Xiao Yi went to pull his face, let go of his hand, and then pulled again, Ye Baiyi was still angry, his eyes were round.

"..."

Xiaoyi compromised, she slowly picked up the sword, and used the most standard posture to strike from the first pose to the last one.

It's like playing Tai Chi sword.

"Can you not be mad at me?!!!!!!" Ye Baiyi was really going to explode, and she danced a set of swordsmanship so soulless.

Xiao Yi dropped the sword, stretched out her two little hands to hug, and stood on tiptoe to kiss Ye Baiyi.

Ye Baiyi blocked her with his sleeve to prevent her from kissing: "Re-practice!!!!!!!"

So angry, this is so angry.

Ye Baiyi stretched out his foot and stomped on the ground, the iron sword flew upside down and was held in his hand.

"Re-practice!!! If you don't understand the practice, don't leave!!!!" Ye Baiyi's two strands of long hair at the temples were flying in the wind. I don't believe in this evil today.

"Wow..." Xiaoyi was about to run with her head in her arms.

It was terrible, the dean went crazy.

……

As the sun slanted to the west, two people were hawking chickens in the woods and kept running.

Elementary school students chase.

Ye Baiyi was chasing and slashing at the same time, Xiao Yi flexibly used the sword skills he taught, and carried out a series of defenses in the form of ghosts and animals, but it really didn't look good.

It's not that the power is not there, but that she lacks a soul of swordsmanship, she just seems to be using a dead object, and she never uses the thing in her hand as a sword.

It feels like she just borrowed that thing for use, and doesn't mind its specific shape.

As a teacher, Ye Baiyi had never been so aggrieved, but he didn't dare to really beat him up, for fear of hurting Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi looks like a solid person, but he is actually very fragile.

But she was unwilling to let her insult a sword like this.

As a swordsman, Ye Baiyi has a special feeling for the sword, and he is mentally clean in this respect.

Xiaoyi doesn't really care, she just thinks it's good to tease Ye Baiyi, let him forget the pain of yesterday, she just wants to run happily against the sunset, and she also wants to divert her attention, after all, she also acted as the victimizer before.

When the sun went down, there would be dew in the woods, and the trouser legs would be wet. Xiao Yi ran out of the woods with her sword in hand, and ran randomly along the periphery of the Yueyang faction. There are floor tiles here, making running more comfortable.

Ye Baiyi ran after her with a sword in his hand, he was crazy, he didn't care about his image a long time ago.

His image in the Yueyang faction was already outrageous, there was no such thing from the beginning to the end.

There are many messy buildings in the Yueyang faction, I don't know what their function is, Xiaoyi suddenly stopped while running, Ye Baiyi was caught off guard and bumped into it, almost throwing her down.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Baiyi quickly supported her with his free hand.

Xiao Yi fell into his arms, turned around suddenly, and made a gesture of silencing him.

"..." Xiaoyi frowned, she just felt a special wave of power.

This kind of spiritual power fluctuation... shouldn't appear in this other world.

Or maybe it was just her illusion.

"...What's wrong?" Ye Baiyi saw that her expression was not right, and he didn't care about the teaching accident just now, "What happened?" He communicated with her in a low voice.

"...I'm not sure, maybe I feel wrong." Xiaoyi paused for a while, and held her breath again to feel, but still got nothing.

She thought for a moment, and said to Ye Baiyi, "I want to go to the back mountain to see if the Vientiane Formation can be used."

If it is really that kind of spiritual power fluctuation, does it mean that the Vientiane array can pass through the world of air and sang?

She and Ye Baiyi were saved.

"Let's go now!" Xiao Yi took Ye Baiyi's hand and sprinted towards the back of the mountain and river.

Xie Jieliubo looked at what was in front of him, showing a shocked and incomprehensible expression.

"This is called the Hungry Ghost." Yi Ya pointed to the supernatural creature and introduced it to him. This thing tilted its neck and made a ho-ho sound. Red and black markings filled one side of its face, and its whole body was filled with black air. It's a very dirty substance.

"Don't be afraid, it will listen to me and will not attack people casually." Yi Ya stretched out his hand, and the hungry ghost was bewitched, walked up to him, and then murmured a few words.

Xie Jieliubo felt that it seemed to be speaking Chinese, but he was not sure: "..."

"...Then you take care of this yourself. There is some storage space in the backyard. This is the key. You can use it as much as you want, but try not to damage other things." Xie Jieliubo handed Yi Ya a bunch of things, which he didn't really like. This feeling.

He has always been a person with a strong desire to control, and the other party's display of supernatural power gave him the illusion of being threatened and bullied.

It is good for someone to cooperate, but it is bad for the scale to tip the other way.

Xie Jieliubo has already started to think about how to get out and deprive this person of this power.

But in the next second, when Yi Ya raised his hand, the hungry ghost temporarily became invisible, making it impossible for Xie Jieliubo to continue spying.

"I'm a person who will complete the deal well, so you don't have to have doubts about it." Yi Ya smiled and left.

"..." Xie Jieliubo watched him leave, and slowly frowned.

It's really...unpleasant.

……

Is it possible...for this person and that Xiao Yi to die together?

Xie Jieliubo began to compose a new plan in his mind.

He took out a piece of letter paper and began to write something, some about recipes, some not.

This little Yi may come from the same place as Yi Ya, they are both so proficient in food culture, but I don't know if Xiao Yi, like Yi Ya, also has supernatural power.

It seems that there is no feeling.

This little Yi's aptitude is really ordinary, fighting with him is entirely based on one brain, and one Ye Baiyi.

How many moments of life and death, the most dangerous moment, the moment when she should expose her ability, she has not done this, it means that she should not be able to do this.

I don't know why Yi Ya wanted to hunt her down.

Could it be because she was jealous of her smartness.

But killing her won't make you smarter, the poor man.

The author has something to say:

I have long wanted to write a bitch paro.