The autumn wind is blowing, making it a little cooler than summer.

It is still on the stone flat in front of the bamboo shed on the top of the mountain. Ping An has been here for seven days.

Li Xiuyuan now takes on the responsibility of Wang Qiang. Every day he spends two hours reading and writing, and then spends another hour practicing with himself.

Ping An, who could only be beaten every day at the beginning, is now able to take sixty-seven out of ten bamboo leaves chopped by Li Xiuyuan.

In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, this is already very good.

Ping An also likes to practice swordsmanship with Li Xiuyuan. After all, from being beaten at the beginning to being able to fight back now, he has found the joy of practicing.

"Brother, why didn't Master and Grandpa Meng teach Ping An how to practice swords like this before?"

In Ping An's view, any senior brother from Tianyun Mountain is infinitely more powerful than his brother Li Xiuyuan, but no one has ever taught him how to practice swordsmanship like this.

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and sighed, and said leisurely: "When you released your spiritual consciousness, did these bamboo leaf swords slow down a lot?"

Ping An nodded and said with a smile: "It's a lot slower, but why is Ping An still unable to catch some swords?"

"After you have practiced this method for five or ten years, when you fight with others again, you will find that your opponent's sword is not as fast as yours, and you can see through his sword..."

"And if they see that they can't break your sword, are you sure that you can defeat your opponent?"

Li Xiuyuan also knows the only way to defeat the opponent quickly, but the prerequisite is that you must first see through the opponent's sword moves.

This is why he asked Ping An to practice this basic swordsmanship.

Just like when he practiced swordsmanship with Mu Mu on Tianshan Mountain.

He couldn't beat Mu Mu at first, because Mu Mu's spiritual consciousness was derived before him. After he developed his spiritual consciousness, Mu Mu couldn't defeat him.

It's not that he is better than Mu Mu, but that he has much more skill in sword training than Mu Muhua.

Mr. Mu Mu also told Mu Mu about this truth, but Mu Mu always relied on him, so she was not willing to spend too much effort practicing swordsmanship.

And at that time, I doted on my sister in everything, how could I have the heart to polish her like I am polishing Ping An now?

After listening to Li Xiuyuan's explanation, Pingan seemed to understand a lot of truth.

He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Elder brother is Ping An's master. Brother, you are also Ping An's master. Ping An now has two masters."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and said with a smile: "All the five sect members like you, you have to strive to let them all be your masters. The senior brother is just spoiling you. Grandpa Meng is really talented."

Ping An thought for a while, nodded, and replied: "Ping An will ask Grandpa Meng in a few days to see what skills he can teach Ping An."

"Go catch a pheasant in the bamboo forest and come back. We will roast it and eat it in the evening."

Li Xiuyuan and Ping An smiled and said: "You are considered a little master in the sect. It's time to learn to find food by yourself!"

...

Use a pot of spiritual tea to wash away all the miscellaneous thoughts, use a roar to frighten the birds everywhere, and use a sword light of lightning and flint to cut through the bamboo leaves in the sky.

This is how Li Xiuyuan and Ping An practiced on the Bamboo Peak.

Except for Li Xiuyuan sitting quietly in the mountains at night without rain, trying to understand and communicate with the seven stars in the sky, which is something that Ping An cannot do.

He will be very serious when he does something. Even when he is teaching Ping An to practice swordsmanship, he is very serious, constantly asking him to understand the strength of each sword.

Otherwise, Ping An would not have been able to expertly chop down Li Xiuyuan's bamboo leaf flying sword in just a few days.

Reading, practicing swordsmanship! Planting vegetables, stargazing.

The two of them forgot about the passage of time as soon as they got serious. From early autumn, no one came to disturb them, not even Wang Qiang. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about Ping An and Li Xiuyuan.

The two fell into a kind of madness. Ping An became addicted to practicing swordsmanship. The more Li Xiuyuan looked at the stars, the more he felt that the starry sky was vast and could not be comprehended overnight.

At present, Li Xiuyuan attributes the task of growing vegetables to himself, and leaves the task of hunting to Ping An. Ping An also likes to carry a sword and go around catching hares and pheasants on the bamboo peaks.

Ping An can now spend an hour quietly reading every day, and then spend two hours practicing swordplay.

For the rest of the time, Li Xiuyuan ignored him and let him go up and down Zhufeng.

He believed that as long as his master, Nalan Ruoyu, was around, no one would dare to come to this Bamboo Peak. It would be safe here, and his consciousness could cover many places.

Although Bamboo Peak is big, it is not that far away from Li Xiuyuan.

After dinner, Li Xiuyuan sat in the bamboo shed and made tea. He walked out with his bamboo sword in hand. Even if Li Xiuyuan didn't play with him, he still had his own practice. He needed to practice drawing his sword faster.

It became as fast as Li Xiuyuan.

In his opinion, by then, he might be able to compete with his master Wang Qiang.

Because Li Xiuyuan told him that as long as he spent an hour practicing sword practice ten thousand times every day, even his master Wang Qiang would not be able to defeat him in the future.

The current Wang Qiang is just much higher than him, but Ping An will catch up one day.

This is a small goal Li Xiuyuan set for Ping An so that he has a direction to work towards.

A sword flashed...

There was a purple sword light flashing in the wind, and a crack was cut out of the bamboo leaves all over the sky.

It was too slow. It had strength but no speed. Ping An muttered in his heart.

At his current speed, facing an opponent of the same level, it would be difficult to slit his throat with a sword.

But he knows his shortcomings. He can constantly change the speed and angle of the sword.

The bamboo sword in his hand drew an arc and suddenly slashed out from a seemingly incredible angle.

Poof! A sound sounded.

This sword is fierce and accurate, going straight forward!

The sword tip tilted and drew violently!

Cutting snow with one sword will result in a result! This is what Li Xiuyuan taught him.

The powerful sword energy combined with the sword's edge cut out a swirling sword energy in the wind, cutting off several branches of the purple bamboo forest in the mountains, revealing smooth sword marks.

The moment the sword came out, the sky was filled with flying bamboo leaves!

Under the impact of the sword energy, the numerous bamboo leaves were instantly chopped into pieces, flying in the wind, and then fell down.

It fell in the bamboo forest and also fell on him.

Holding the purple shining bamboo sword in his hand, he stood on the edge of the bamboo forest and stared at the bamboo sea in front of him.

The sword is awe-inspiring, and the clothes are hunting.

To cut the snow sword, you must concentrate and gather all your strength to strike out with a sword that can be called a decisive blow.

The most important thing is just one word: fast!

Extremely fast!

In an instant, no! In less than an instant, it is much faster than an instant.

It was so fast that only the light of the sword was visible, but not the shadow of the sword.

To reach such a speed, it is impossible to achieve it without drawing the sword tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of times.

And since Ping'an practiced swordsmanship with Li Xiuyuan, he didn't know how many times he had practiced swordsmanship. It should have been more than a hundred thousand times, or even a million times is not an exaggeration.

He really wanted to try the power of the Snow Sword.

However, now he does not dare to practice sword practice with Li Xiuyuan with real swords and spears. He is afraid that he will not be able to hold back his hand, and he is afraid of hurting his brother. After all, he knows that his brother has not yet cultivated his own immortal veins.

Now that he was slashing out with a desperate sword, even his master Wang Qiang would not dare to take it by force.

After returning to the bamboo shed and sitting down, Ping An looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Brother, Ping An likes it here so much. My sword seems to be a little faster today."

The body's memory of the sword is already there, now he just needs to practice hard every day and slowly improve.

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled and said: "You have already entered the swordsmanship, and you just need to keep practicing hard in the future. It is the same wherever you practice."

Ping An was stunned, looked at him, nodded, and said with a smile: "When my brother said that, Ping An missed his master a little."

"Have a rest today and go down the mountain to find your master and Grandpa Meng tomorrow..."

Although Li Xiuyuan and Ping An didn't have a master-disciple relationship, he handed over all his knowledge of swordsmanship to him. In the long days to come, it would all depend on the little guy's own efforts.

Ping An nodded and replied: "Ping An will go down and take a look. I'll bring some delicious food to see my brother in a few days."

After dinner, Li Xiuyuan lit a lamp and let Ping An read a book. He took a futon and sat on the mountain to watch the stars.

...

The next day, Li Xiuyuan still got up very early, boiled water for washing, cooked porridge and tea, and started reading after dinner.

After having breakfast safely, I said goodbye to him and ran down the mountain in a hurry.

Li Xiuyuan, on the other hand, did not listen to what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.

This was Li Xiuyuan's life in the mountains. After leaving safely, the place returned to its former peace.

After the autumn wind began to pick up, he had already built a bamboo bed in the cave. After stargazing at night, he returned to the cave to rest without having to listen to the wind in the mountain.

When he got up early and stayed in bed, he heard some noises... What were they?

Li Xiuyuan indeed heard the sound outside the cave. He felt that the sound was very familiar, so he couldn't help but put on his clothes and walked out of the cave...

He didn't hear what was going on outside the window, but he was stunned when he looked at the scene outside the window.
To be continued...