I saw an iron guy standing at his door, who was as tall as a person. Under the black iron helmet were exposed two bean-sized round eyes. The eyes were filled with the unique deep purple when purple liquid gold burns. It looked particularly scary, enough to act as a late-night ghost.

The first protagonist of the story.

The iron guy looked straight ahead, sluggishly looking over Chang Geng's head and staring behind him. He raised a paw as big as a bowl and knocked on his door like a woodpecker, endlessly and unable to stop at all.

Chang Geng's three souls and seven souls were still fluttering in the air, explaining what it meant to be intoxicated. Before he could wake up, when he saw this scene, the hair on his hair, which had not been able to lie down all night, started to stand up again.

He took a breath, took a quick step back, and pulled off the sword at the door.

At this moment, Gu Yun popped his head out from behind the iron guy and asked enthusiastically: "Is it fun?"

Chang Geng: "..."

What fun!

"The generals and guards don't dare to use weapons with you at will. I heard from Uncle Wang that you practice swordplay in the courtyard every day without anyone to teach you how to move. It's really boring," Gu Yun said while rubbing the back of the iron guy's neck.

After randomly flipping it twice, the terrifying iron monster calmed down meekly and stayed in place in a daze. Gu Yun raised his hand and touched its big iron head, and smiled to Chang Geng, "Get a sword puppet.

'Let me play with you, okay?"

Chang Geng's eyes did not dare to linger on him for too long, so he could only raise his head to look at the motionless iron monster.

After a moment, he pointed to his chest blankly: "I, play with it?"

Are you really not being played by it?

Gu Yun pushed the iron puppet into the small courtyard where Chang Geng lived, and Chang Geng followed weakly behind.

The young man had a guilty conscience. Although he could manage to maintain a calm face, he still only dared to glance at Gu Yun one by one when he turned around. After a few more glances, Chang Geng noticed that Gu Yun was wearing extra cool clothes.

The early winter morning had already turned to frost. Gu Yun was only wearing a half-new jacket. He bent slightly while playing with the iron puppet. The waistline seemed to be thinner than Chang Geng imagined.

Some.

Soon, Chang Geng realized that he was looking at something he shouldn't have looked at. He quickly turned his head in confusion and asked, "Didn't you go out today?"

Gu Yun: "Well, Xiu Mu."

Chang Geng was silent for a while, but couldn't help but said: "Why are you dressed like this? Aren't you cold?"

"Hey, don't imitate Shen Yi, come here quickly." Gu Yun waved to him, straightened the iron monster, patted its hard shoulder and said, "This is a variant of the iron puppet, the same as the ordinary caretaker.

The difference is that it is also called the Sword-Serving Puppet. It is the first instructor for many children from aristocratic families in the capital to practice martial arts and swordsmanship. I also used it when I was a child - it knows several fixed sets of enlightenment swordsmanship and has seven acupoints on its body.

, head, neck, chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, legs, if you can stab any of the first four points, it will stop immediately, but if you touch the last three, you have to be careful, even if

Once the shoulder and arm points are hit, it can still move its legs and can tease you at any time. If you want to lock it, you have to hit any point in the shoulder, arm and leg points. How about giving it a try?"

Gu Yun's explanation was not even long. After speaking in a few words, he immediately entered the simple and crude practice: "Hold your sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron puppet started to move, its eyes brightened with purple light, and it suddenly took a step forward and raised its sword to strike.

Chang Geng was not in his state, and he had not yet drawn his sword, so he hurriedly jumped back a few steps.

The iron puppet did not leave him any room to breathe. Once it was activated, it immediately began to chase him endlessly, and in the blink of an eye it had forced him to the corner of the courtyard.

Chang Geng had nowhere to hide, so he gritted his teeth, held the sword with both hands, and swung it from bottom to top. The two iron swords collided with each other. Chang Geng's wrist was violently shaken, and the epee fell directly from his hand. As soon as he was sweating away, he was sweating again.

He stood up and subconsciously leaned back - the iron puppet's sword stopped at the spot where he punched his forehead.

There was a gleam of cold light on the sword's blade.

The small courtyard was silent, except for Chang Geng's violent breathing and the "rumbling" sound of power in the iron puppet's body.

Gu Yun didn't say a word or step forward to give guidance. He sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, took out a small wine glass from his arms, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and served Chang Geng, who was being chased around by the iron puppet, as food and drinks.

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Chang Geng caught a glimpse of the old man out of the corner of his eye, and his whole body became even worse.

On the one hand, he was like a little peacock who had just grown up. Before his hair had even grown, he had already begun to shake his hair and wanted to "show him some color"; on the other hand, he was full of depression, and when he saw Gu

I feel a little dizzy at last.

The fighting spirit in the young man's chest swayed back and forth between gas and flameout, but the iron puppet didn't understand the situation. White steam spurted out from his feet, and he slid a few feet away without sadness or joy. He turned sideways and pointed his sword at it again.

Chang Geng.

Chang Geng put the epee on his shoulder and took the initiative to step forward, trying desperately to recall the move in Yanhui's mansion where Gu Yun used a dagger to deflect his sword.

Gu Yun played with the small wine glass in his hand, "tsk" and shook his head.

I saw the edges of the two iron swords rubbing violently, sparks flying, and unbearable pressure coming from the hilts again. The Chang Geng Sword was not in place, and the manpower was exhausted. The heavy sword was released again, and was thrown more than three feet away.

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The sword puppet was used for sparring and would not hurt anyone. The purple light in its eyes dimmed a few times, and it lifted the sword hanging above Chang Geng's head, slid out again, and changed its posture.

Chang Geng's forehead was sweating, but he couldn't help but peeked at Gu Yun again and thought in annoyance: "Isn't he going to leave today? What's there to see?"

Gu Yun watched Chang Geng's sword being knocked away again and again. After drinking a pot of cold wine, he switched his two long legs up and down three times. He was very calm until the iron puppet hit him hard and Chang Geng's whole body flew away.

After getting out, he finally stood up calmly.

Chang Geng's skin was bruised and burned on the ground. When he reached out and touched it, there was still a little blood, but he didn't bother to wipe it off because Gu Yun walked up to him, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the tall iron puppet in front of him.

Chang Geng lowered his head subconsciously, too frustrated to look at him.

"If you are panicking, your feet will float," Gu Yun said. "If you cannot stand firmly on your feet, no matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, it will be like water without a source or a tree without roots."

Chang Geng's heart moved and he raised his head very seriously.

Gu Yun rarely looked serious and said calmly: "Get up and I'll teach you."

Chang Geng was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide. Before he could react, Gu Yun had already picked him up without any explanation, held his sword hand from behind, and hugged him.

Chang Geng swallowed hard and his back tensed up.

Gu Yun whispered: "Relax, don't look at me, look at your sword."

Before he finished speaking, the purple light in the eyes of the iron puppet opposite him started roaring towards him again, his belly rumbling like a war drum, and he struck down with a sword on his head.

Even if there is some kind of wild nature hidden deep in Chang Geng's blood, it can only be stimulated in the passionate life-and-death situation. And this is just sword practice after all.

For a moment, he couldn't care less about the intimacy that made him uncomfortable, and his first reaction was still to retreat. Anyone would have this reaction when they were under overwhelming pressure in front of such a behemoth.

But Gu Yun did not allow him to retreat. Chang Geng felt that his whole body was pushed up by Gu Yun, and he rushed towards the iron puppet like a fearless marionette. His wrist was embedded in Gu Yun's iron-like palm.

, he involuntarily held out the heavy sword in his hand, and at the moment when they were in close combat, Chang Geng felt that his hand holding the sword was turned at a very subtle angle by Gu Yun, and the sword struck by the iron puppet was actually "prized".

Han Tie passed him by, almost cutting his temples. Chang Geng instinctively closed his eyes, thinking that he would bump into him directly.

Gu Yun sighed secretly and thought: "This kid lacks some vitality, I'm afraid he is not a sword-wielder."

The smell of cold iron passed through the tip of Chang Geng's nose, and the elbow of the iron puppet got stuck slightly. Gu Yun raised his foot and kicked Chang Geng's knee, and shouted: "Open your eyes, arms!"

Chang Geng's knees softened, and his legs were thrown out by the external force. His toes landed squarely on the point of the iron puppet's arm.

There was a "click" on the machine, and his upper arms were locked. Chang Geng had just breathed out halfway, and the next moment, he was suddenly pressed down by Gu Yun and bent down.

A sharp wind passed by, and a "buzz" sound - the iron puppet's legs swept over in the air.

Gu Yun: "Keep an eye on it."

He held Chang Geng's hand tightly and dragged the young man across the ground in a sharp semicircle, with the tip of the sword neatly grazing the iron puppet's ankle.

There was another "click" and the iron puppet was completely nailed.

It kept the golden rooster's independent movement and stood still in place. The purple light in its eyes flashed, and gradually died down and dimmed.

Chang Geng's palms were covered in sweat, and his chest was heaving violently. He didn't even notice when Gu Yun let go of him.

At this moment, he felt the huge gap between himself and his foster father.

Gu Yun took the time to flick the dust off his body: "It is human nature to retreat. If you are facing someone, it is okay to advance and retreat. But remember, if you are facing an iron puppet or heavy armor when you are not wearing armor,

, must not retreat. Because these iron guys have purple-liquid gold feet, you will be caught up by them as soon as you retreat. At that time, your heart and body will be backward, and it will be difficult to gather a counterattack in a short time.

Instead, it will fall into the opponent's hands in a hurry."

Chang Geng pondered for a long time and suddenly asked: "Did my adoptive father say that if you encounter an enemy that is much stronger than yourself, you have a better chance of winning by moving forward than by retreating?"

Gu Yun raised his eyebrows and said a little strangely: "Hey? Why are you 'adopted father' today?"

Chang Geng is good at everything, but it's annoying that he always talks about being neither big nor small. He opens and shuts up and calls him "Sixteen".

Gu Yun was born on the 16th day of the first lunar month, and the nickname "Sixteenth" was given to him by the princess. Apart from the princess and the late emperor, not even the old marquis had ever called him that. Although he didn't care much about it, he was still being treated by such a little thing all day long.

It's awkward to talk about "sixteen long and sixteen short".

Based on his experience, Gu Yun felt that there were only two situations where he could get this kid to call him "adopted father". One was that the blind cat met a dead mouse and he accidentally made the kid happy;

He stepped on the dog's tail and accidentally angered the bastard.

Chang Geng looked at him deeply for a while and said with an incomprehensible expression: "I was ignorant before, but I won't be anymore."

He finally realized that he was despicable, virtuous and incompetent. How could he dare to continue to be willful?

Sometimes, it only takes one night for a young person to go from "thinking he has grown up" to actually growing up.
Chapter completed!