Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Cang didn't stop talking.While speaking, he casually pulled out a very thin and long iron spike from the side of the wheelchair, and manipulated the wheelchair into the rain with one hand, giving Luo Jiujiang a good demonstration.

Luo Jiujiang watched as Luo Cang danced across the screen with the long thorn that was as thin as a bamboo stick.From the moment he swung the first move, Luo Cang's body and iron spikes turned into a blurry afterimage.Luo Jiujiang was very astonished, and deliberately took a step closer to Luo Cang to confirm that the other party really didn't use any spiritual energy.

When Luo Cang retreated under the eaves and propped up the big black umbrella again, he was dry and dry from head to toe, not even the tips of his nails were wet.

Luo Jiujiang was really convinced at this moment, he didn't say anything about Luo Cang in his heart, but the vague suspicion of "what else can he teach me besides Yinsha" disappeared.

With a ready-made example right in front of him, Luo Jiujiang pulled out the saber at his waist without saying a word, and swung a move against the heavy rain.

The blade is sharp, but it can't cut off the rain curtain of the torrent; the blade is chilling, but it can't deter the silent world.

Luo Cang watched Luo Jiujiang continue to swing his knife in the rainstorm, and a smile slowly formed on his face.

This child's talent and understanding are comparable to the best he has seen in his life.This is a good thing and a bad thing.Among the same age, Luo Jiujiang could hardly find an opponent.If things go on like this, it will inevitably make him develop a kind of arrogance and arrogance.

There is actually a better way than taking him to see the real life and death and dispelling his budding pride.

Before Luo Jiujiang realized it, Luo Cang had already thought a long way for him.At this moment, Luo Cang found a lifelong opponent for Luo Jiujiang, and this opponent was called Nature.

Luo Jiujiang was proficient in knives early on.But it will take a lot of work to reach the point where Luo Cang can't make any progress.Luo Jiujiang mentioned the maximum speed at the beginning, and used fast hitting to deal with the rain screen.Luo Cang looked at his tricks with cold eyes: "In a moment, you will slow down."

He was quite right.This almost breathless speed failed to block all the raindrops, but it made Luo Jiujiang unable to maintain it first.And when the speed slows down, Luo Jiujiang will not be able to cover himself with the shadow of the knife.

It doesn't make much sense to continue any longer.Luo Jiujiang simply withdrew the knife and stood in the heavy rain thinking alone.

Is he slow?It is indeed slow, if it is not slow, Luo Cang would not have picked out so many flaws in a set of sword techniques before, and he would not even be able to stop the rain.

But simply swinging a knife can really reach the speed that can't splash water?

Luo Jiujiang raised his head, the rainstorm had no eyes and no sympathy, and the bean-sized raindrops hit his face equally, causing his skin to hurt.

These drops are really fast and accurate.Luo Jiujiang thought: Why are they so fast?

Because of savings.

When they just landed from the sky, of course, they were not as fast as they are now.It's just that the high altitude of thousands of feet gave them the strength and space to accumulate, and they became faster and faster, until now weaving a curtain made of water between the sky and the earth.

If there is no accumulation, no matter how fast you start, it will not last.But if every time he swings a knife, he saves himself a force to move forward, the result may not be as it was just now.

As for how to store this power... Luo Jiujiang smiled and turned his eyes to the stone slabs in the courtyard.

Just now, Luo Cang's movements were too fast, so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly, leaving only a blurred afterimage in his vision. It was wishful thinking to want to paint a picture of a gourd.But he came down with a set of tricks, which happened to be a perfect circle.As for his stature and stagnation, the wheelchair made a deep imprint three points into the ground on the bluestone slab.

It couldn't have been a more stark reminder.

Luo Jiujiang swung his knife again.This knife was not quick compared to just now, but when Luo Cang saw his posture, a half smile appeared in his eyes.

One knife after another, the blade in Luo Jiujiang's hand became faster and faster.At the same time, following the arc trajectory of his swinging the knife, stepping on the specific footwork of his feet, the inertia accumulated in each knife of his is like holding his wrist, leading him to move forward faster.

That's it.Luo Jiujiang thought: He has grasped that kind of "quick" a little bit.

Luo Jiujiang continued to follow the inspiration about "speed" that hung him until he was exhausted.

This knife practice ended with Luo Jiujiang's arm being filled with lead and it was difficult to lift it.He gasped heavily, the cold rain mixed with his sweat, making Luo Jiujiang look like a water ghost just crawled out of the lake.His black hair was full of water, and it pressed against Luo Jiujiang's cheeks and scalp, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Although the appearance is so embarrassing, Luo Jiujiang's heart is full of joy.He could feel that his current strength, at least in terms of "speed", was completely different from before.

At this moment, recalling his previous saber techniques, the first thought that popped up in Luo Jiujiang's mind was: "Slow! Too slow!".

Seeing that Luo Jiujiang was stabbing the ground with a knife, even his eyes were a little loose, so Luo Cang waved to Luo Jiujiang, motioning him to come under his umbrella.

When Luo Jiujiang barely moved his body and came over, Luo Cang threw a water bag into his arms: "Drink, don't get sick."

"What? Panacea, jade liquid wine?" Luo Jiujiang forced himself to joke, and slowly returned the knife to the scabbard with his tired and muscle-shaking arms, and then wrung it vigorously with wet and slippery fingers. Open the lid.

He just raised his head and took a sip, the cold liquid made Luo Jiujiang cough: "Ahem, sir, I haven't woken up from the last drink, are you giving me another drink?"

"Since you are practicing here with me, you will get used to it sooner or later." The old god Luo Cang said, "This is good wine. It is fragrant enough, and it can invigorate your blood and warm your body. If you were lazy before, you wouldn't be caught by this wine." The torrential rain has watered it thoroughly, so I won't bring it for you to drink."

Luo Jiujiang didn't really mind whether there was wine or water in the water bag, and he drank it all.What's more, what Luo Cang said was true, that sip of baijiu rushed into Luo Jiujiang's viscera like a ball of fire, and slowly conveyed the warmth to his limbs and bones.

He poured half of the liquid in the water bag with a thud, and while moving his icy hands and feet that were frozen in the heavy rain, he looked at the sky that was gradually clearing up, and chatted with Luo Cang.

"It's really a coincidence, sir. I practiced this sword just before and after the rainstorm. When my sword stopped, the rain also stopped."

"It's not a coincidence at all." Luo Cang snorted coldly, "I brought the rain on."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He looked at Luo Cang with wide eyes in disbelief, but Luo Cang didn't look back, but slowly put away the umbrella and leaned it gently under the window sill: "If you want to learn, I can teach you in the future."

Luo Cang turned the wheelchair, and dropped a sentence: "I greeted your father yesterday, and I will report here every day at the hour of the hour. If you are at [-]:[-] in the evening, I will hang you on the crooked neck tree in the backyard." Make a target. Well, you go back."

Knowing that the future schedule will be unilaterally decided by the other party, Luo Jiujiang touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly.Although he is young and frivolous, he is not ignorant of what is good or bad. Although Luo Cang has a weird temper, it is obvious that he has made a lot of money by being able to learn from Luo Cang's side.

After the newly taught footwork just now, Luo Jiujiang's previous suspicions towards Luo Cang were all gone.He saluted the other party solemnly, and then walked out of the Garden of Sad Snow.

And it wasn't until he walked out of the Sad Snow Garden that he realized that the torrential rain just now was vigorous and majestic, but the scope was extremely small, and there were only traces of rain in the Sad Snow Garden.

At this time, Luo Jiujiang just sighed a little at this, and it was not until later, when he began to learn this method, that he really understood how precise control it means to be able to do this.

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When Luo Jiujiang returned to the yard, a fallen deep snowflake happened to be floating in front of him. He lazily raised his hand to hold it, and brought the pure white flower to his nose to smell it lightly.

A sweet fragrance was inhaled into his lungs, which made him grunt in his stomach: Practicing the sword just now almost exhausted all his strength, and Luo Cang didn't even give him a snack, and only poured him with strong wine. I was half full, and I almost digested it along the way.

Shenxuehua still exudes a seductive aroma, Luo Jiujiang pinned it on his lapel at will, and dared not eat it even if his mouth was full of saliva - Shenxuehua that has not been soaked in medicine has a very strong effect of purifying the heart, and a flower can make six desires In the past, Er Duo has no thoughts and worries, and San Duo can basically become a fairy sitting on the ground, and everything is like a dog in his eyes.If it weren't for this effect, which usually lasts for less than an hour, it will fade automatically, and Luo Jiujiang would not be able to get Shenxue saplings so easily.

Anyway, for so many years, Han Qianling is the only hero Luo Jiujiang has seen or heard who dared to chew deep snowflakes.

At the beginning, he worked so hard to get the Shenxue saplings to bloom again, so he pulled Han Qianling excitedly to see them.At that time, both of them were very ignorant.Han Qianling gnawed seven petals and pistils like eating sugar, before he breathed out: "It turns out that ordinary people feel so relaxed."

Luo Jiujiang was careless for a while, and seeing that Han Qianling was fine, he picked one and swallowed it too.Deep snowflakes are as sweet as honey, indeed delicious.However, the taste that the color, smell, sound, smell and touch are all phantoms after swallowing it is not something ordinary people can bear.Luo Jiujiang remembered how he felt at that time afterwards, and he was very suspicious that if someone used a knife to eunuch him at that time, he would just ignore it.

The flowering branches of the deep snow tree sway in the breeze, but the sword dancer under the tree is even better than it.Luo Jiujiang looked at it quietly for a moment and finally couldn't help but said: "The sword swing is too low."

Han Qianling put his sword back into its sheath, and when he turned his head and saw Luo Jiujiang, a faint smile slowly faded into his eyes.He walked up to Luo Jiujiang, and heard the other party puzzled: "The positions of 'Riding Crane and Falling Butterfly', 'Moon Shining on the Sky', and 'Quiet Shadow Shenbi' have all been moved down. It's supposed to be a trick that dazzles the eyes and stabs the neck, but when you touch it, it seems to wipe someone's chest? You still have such narrow moments."

Luo Jiujiang held back the remaining half of the words: Why did Han Qianling use such a set of swordsmanship that didn't even find the basic position accurately?

"How did you gain from this trip?" Han Qianling knew that Luo Jiujiang hadn't thought about other joints, and didn't want him to think too much, so he simply changed the subject and smiled at Luo Jiujiang's question without answering.

As expected, the other party's attention was turned away by him.Luo Jiujiang drew a full circle in the sky, "He taught me a footwork that can more than double my speed, and the effect of walking out is round and round, which is very fun."

"Returning to the wind and gossip?" Han Qianling's brows gathered together, and he blurted out, "He's smart."

"What?" Luo Jiujiang didn't hear the second half of Qinghan Qianling's words for a while, "What did you say?"

"I said that he treats you well." Han Qianling looked thoughtfully at the direction of Sad Snow Garden, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If this is the case...it's really...been angry for so long."

Looking at Han Qianling's eyebrows and eyes, Luo Jiujiang could only feel that the hostility from Han Qianling's previous sword dance had slowly dissipated.