Luo Yan Hu does not return

The wild fruits on the ground look bright, but the taste is extremely sour and hard to swallow. Thinking about the exhaustion of the qi training, Feng Liyuan could only endure the chattering of his teeth, and swallowed more than a dozen whole.

Li Jiubai saw it and thought to himself: "This kid is very polite. He always thought he was a shameless person when he took it out. I didn't expect him to be able to endure hardships. It's strange. His grandfather didn't want to serve him, so he just taught him to be hungry." Skinny and skinny, Xiao Xianjun feels distressed, maybe he will serve him... Alas, according to the appearance of this stick that is resistant to beating and starvation, his grandpa will starve to death first, so he has to teach me to serve..."

Thinking that Ah Xuan might be Xue Heng, Feng Liyuan felt like a thorn in his back, he only hated himself for being cowardly and weak, whether it was the "father Li" at the moment, or Li Jiubai on the other side, they were all insurmountable moats, separated It's because he and Ah Xuan's ambitions were as high as the sky when they were young, and they depended on each other for warmth.

During those days on Mount Sumen, Sun Deng never taught Feng Liyuan any skills face to face, but the long howling sound that pierced through the mountains and forests, unknowingly, turned out to be self-taught.

Compared with Li Jiubai's "spotting ink with sand", this method of long whistling has the same effect, and it also aims to focus on softness, unblock the meridians of the whole body, so as to keep the inner breath lingering and inexhaustible. Only in this way can we get close to the supreme realm of the unity of heaven and man, and the communion of spirit and mind.

After half a day's work, although Feng Liyuan was not as good as Li Jiubai's "loose-mouth painting", he could still control his breath, arrange the grass seeds neatly, and fiddle with some simple patterns.

Li Jiubai's original idea was just to remind Feng Liyuan to pay attention to kung fu other than sword skills. You must know that there are many masters in the world, especially assassins, all of them are fighting moves. Although Feng Liyuan has some understanding, he still He firmly believes in the unique knowledge handed down from his family, almost instinctively, and will bring it out if he can't bear it, showing off that he thinks he is invincible.

So no matter how Feng Liyuan changes his appearance, except for the dignitaries he provoked before, those who had enmity with Feng Zhishui in the past, those who coveted the secret books of swordsmanship, and anyone in the Jianghu who has a little bit of heart and knowledge, can see through it at a glance. Feng Liyuan threw away the limitations he had set for himself and started from scratch.

In Xu Shi's heart there was a stream of unceasing sorrow and resentment, Feng Liyuan's mouth was swollen and his brain was swollen from practicing, and he didn't want to stop, no matter what weird food Li Jiubai cooked up in the kitchen, he swallowed it all, and turned around again. Lying on the edge of the keystone vat, blowing like crazy.

Two whole days later, Feng Liyuan slept until the sun was up, but he was still unconscious. Li Jiubai managed to find a decent meal, and he hadn't seen anyone for a long time, and he couldn't wait to run to the courtyard to look for someone.

"Bang Chui, Bang Chui!" Li Jiubai circled around and saw that the window of the bedroom was open, Feng Liyuan was still in a deep sleep, and just about to wake him up, unexpectedly a gust of wind swept across several grains of grass one after another. Seeds, all slapped on Li Jiubai's face.

"Couldn't this club have plucked half of the mountain..." Li Jiubai muttered, following the direction of the wind and walking to the back of the house, he saw a floating mountain floating on the water surface of the tripod stone jar that was ten feet wide. It has been swept into a mess by the residual wind, but it still retains seven parts of its original appearance.

"Hey, his grandfather really took the stick. He was locked in the pit by Nafale back then. He was too bored to come up with such a way to pass the time. The blind stick opened up quickly. It seems that when he wakes up Yes, and his grandpa is busy..."

Although he was cursing as usual, Li Jiubai still let Feng Liyuan sleep until noon.Seeing Feng Liyuan feasting, for some reason, Li Jiubai grinned even more, and smiled benevolently.

It was also Li Jiubai's long-cherished wish in his early years to acquire the best talents in the world and teach them. Who would have thought that if he was not careful, Sun Xiu would take advantage of the loopholes.

Li Jiubai went to Luoyang in person in order to clean up the house, but Sun Xiuen took revenge and spread rumors in Luoyang first. As a result, Sun Deng came out of the mountain, and together with Zhu Fale from Baima Temple, they made a plan to arrest him.

Although after finding out the truth, Zhu Fale did not impose a "three poisons" commandment and did not set up a pass to prevent him from leaving the mountain, but his heart knot was already knotted, and no amount of rules and regulations could solve it.

From then on, Li Jiubai just wanted to do everything according to his will without any restraints, so his wild words and crazy behaviors were actually caused by the resentment accumulated in his heart in the past years.

"Boy, has the old man's craftsmanship improved?"

Feng Liyuan ate intently, finally raised his head, and said: "Senior is very talented, so I don't need this junior to talk about it."

Li Jiubai couldn't help laughing, and said: "You are a good man, hurry up and drink the decoction that can reduce the fire at hand, you really can't bear to see your shabby appearance."

Enduring the slightest pain, Feng Liyuan opened the red and swollen corners of his mouth, drank half a bowl, and finally remembered to thank him: "Thank you for your care, senior, junior Ding Dangwan..."

Feng Liyuan paused here, remembering that he angered the Yuxuanhu by casting a curse indiscriminately before, and immediately changed his words: "This junior is very grateful."

"Hmph, I'm really rude to the old man. Forget it, it's useless to say those falsehoods. Waiting for the skills to be mastered, don't you have to leave the master aside... Bang Chui, why are you so excited, take care of your food eat--"

Feng Liyuan was in a hurry to talk, and was choked by rice grains, and interjected: "This junior assures Master that no matter where he goes, he will remember Master's kindness, and if he violates it, he will be struck by lightning."

Li Jiubai snorted lightly, and continued: "When I'm wearing open crotch pants, I'm still struck by lightning... It's the old man who is lucky... Don't eat too much, it won't be as calm as it was a few days ago, right now Bajing's killing skills are far from your family's delicate Shenyuan swordsmanship."

Speaking of the word "exquisite", it is much better than the previous slander. Feng Liyuan immediately understood the interest, quickly put away the bowls and chopsticks, and then hurried back to the courtyard. Seeing him coming out, Li Jiubai took it easy Take a trail.

Feng Liyuan followed easily, and couldn't stop thinking wildly: "I misunderstood senior, although the things I cook are a bit unpalatable, and there are no rules in what I say and do, but I am really good to my apprentice. If I call him master a few times , Will you pay more attention when teaching me? Hey, the old man must look down on him who has walked the wild way for so many years. Doesn’t he look down on the seniors even more by doing such flattering stuff? "

In a blink of an eye, the surroundings completely changed. After a beautiful landscape, a bare stone wall was pulled up. Feng Liyuan looked at it blankly and thought: "Senior just said 'killing kung fu', but on this precipitous cliff What can be practiced is not lightness kung fu? The cliff here is slippery, but how can you climb it?"

Li Jiubai supported the stone wall with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, let me ask you, what is the next sentence of the Yuenu swordsmanship 'cloth the shape and weather, go with the gods'?"

"When I think about it, it should be—'The sun is like the sun, but it is like a rabbit. Chasing the shadow, the light is like a ghost."" (Note)

"Then do you know that your efforts have really gone too far?"

Feng Liyuan nodded, and said a little excitedly: "I know, I know, there is a big brother in my clan... I mentioned it back then."

Li Jiubai continued: "From my point of view, your slack skills are not lacking in the strength of your feet, nor the strength of your breath. However, every time you make a move, if you look carefully, you will know that the up and down are out of step. Whenever the opponent's moves change suddenly, either If you don't move your hands or move your feet, or turn your feet and don't move your hands, there is always someone who hesitates, even though the swordsmanship is full of tricks, it is awkward to people, and it is not as good as those dancing and dancing."

Feng Liyuan sighed in amazement: "This junior thought it was just that he didn't practice enough on his feet, but he didn't expect it to be so—"

Li Jiubai couldn't understand any frowning faces, so he interrupted immediately: "Since the old man pointed it out, I will try my best to correct it for you, and don't just sigh and sigh, it's not like you have an incurable disease, take your sword Come--"

"This..." Feng Liyuan hesitated in his heart, his eyes flickered, Li Jiubai raised the corners of his eyes, and there was already a hint of displeasure in his eyes, Feng Liyuan had no choice but to take off Chengying, and handed it over to him.

Li Jiubai snorted coldly, turned around and left, Feng Liyuan yelled anxiously: "Senior, junior hesitated just because it was my father's relic, and it was not intentional alienation..." Seeing Li Jiubai circle around behind the cliff On the ramp, Feng Liyuan panicked even more: "Could it be that Shicai really angered senior, and he wanted to throw Chengying from the top of the cliff in order to punish me?"

Seeing that Li Jiubai was far ahead and was about to reach the edge of the cliff, Feng Liyuan became more anxious as he thought about it, only regretting that he didn't have the strength to reach the sky in one step.

Li Jiubai stood on the top of the cliff, motionless for a long time, Feng Liyuan walked nearby, looked at Cheng Ying hanging in the air, couldn't help his chest jumping wildly, finally couldn't hold it back, and didn't open his mouth anymore, suddenly rushed forward, intending to force Li Jiubai Caught off guard.

However, Li Jiubai did not panic, turned around with a sword, and stabbed the inside of Feng Liyuan's ankle. Feng Liyuan could only retreat, but Li Jiubai drew his sword again. Li Yuan kept retreating.

In desperation, the enemy is strong and we are weak, Feng Liyuan has no choice but to delay the attack, "It is true that the junior is being stingy, but for a little trivial matter, is the senior going to turn against the junior?"

Having said this, Feng Liyuan felt thorns everywhere again, and couldn't rest assured, but Li Jiubai suddenly threw away the scabbard, stood with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely: "Bandstick, turn around and have a look!"

Feng Liyuan was still in shock, he only dared to turn his head slightly, it turned out that before he knew it, he was only an inch away from the cliff top, and he had already lost his life on three sides.

Li Jiubai's face became more angry, and he returned to his previous viciousness. Even though Feng Liyuan was puzzled in every possible way, in order to save his life, he didn't dare to talk too much.

Even so, Li Jiubai didn't seem to be moved in the slightest. He switched his right hand to his left, drew his sword and stabbed again, the momentum was even more compelling. Feng Liyuan jumped violently, but unexpectedly he only jumped half a foot, and was shot again by Li Jiubai. Block the way.

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Note: Yue Nv's Discussion on Swords is taken from Zhao Ye's "Wu Yue Chunqiu·Goujian Conspiracy Biography" by Zhao Ye in the Eastern Han Dynasty

Got stuck a little bit, sorry for the late post~