There were still figures shaking outside the window, and Ye Shaohan couldn't help but smile. Perhaps practicing in Zhang Ming's world has become his spiritual sustenance, and he has been a little relaxed during this period. The road to martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan's figure also appeared in the courtyard.
Each sword posture requires repeated and boring practice, which also requires a combination of spiritual energy and steps. Only after a long time of proficiency can it be performed smoothly.
To become a master, you have to endure the loneliness. The boring exercises will make you collapse, but if you endure it, you will be a master. Ye Shaohan holds the sword in one hand, his figure keeps shaking under the peach blossom tree, and the strong wind brought by the sword shakes
There are peach blossom branches with snow-like petals floating in the wind. Looking from a distance, it looks like snow has fallen.
Ye Shaohan squinted his eyes, and the sword in his hand was dancing slowly. But if you look closely, you will find that although he dances very slowly, the steps under his feet are so coherent, without a single pause.
The breeze blew through the long hair that touched his waist. Ye Shaohan gradually became intoxicated in the breeze. He was as erratic as the breeze.
The dance of the sword in his hand became slower and slower, and the figure disappeared and appeared in the peach petals. The peach petals seemed to be pulled around Ye Shaohan.
The peach petals in the sky could not cover up the sword light, which belonged to Zhang Ming. The long night was long, with the sword as his companion, time was like flowing water, and there was no concept of time in Ye Shaohan's eyes. A few hours later,
Only then did Ye Shaohan stop, walked towards the house, sat in a coiled position, and once again condensed the spiritual energy in his body.
Ye Shaohan didn't wake up until Aunt Feng delivered the food to the house. The light streamed in through the window. Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and stared blankly at the delicious and tempting food in front of him.
However, the spiritual energy in the body was slowly and automatically flowing. In this state of being awake but not awake, suddenly, there was a muffled thunder from the horizon.
There was lightning and thunder, strong winds and earthquakes inside the house, and raindrops suddenly fell, forming a curtain of water when viewed from a distance.
Ye Shaohan also suddenly woke up. After finishing the meal, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly again and continued to condense the spiritual energy in his body. The movement of spiritual energy seemed to have become Ye Shaohan's instinct.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan stood up, holding the Qilin Sword, and rushed into the heavy rain. There was always a figure in the rain, constantly drawing and sheathing the sword.
Still dancing the sword gently, his body was like a breeze, floating in the heavy rain. The shadows of the swords kept overlapping and separated again and again.
At first, raindrops continued to fall on Ye Shaohan's face. Occasionally hitting his eyes made Yiyun feel very sore, but at the same time, she liked the pleasant feeling of falling on her face. She couldn't help but close her eyes and enjoy this kind of feeling.
It’s a rainy day when I feel very comfortable and calm inside.
His sword became softer and softer, like the circling breeze in the sky, carrying raindrops, gently caressing the sprouting grass on the ground. The sharpness disappeared on Ye Shaohan's sword. It was always so gentle. Ye Shaohan's sword broke away.
Instead of the previous method, the sword moves according to the heart, and the sword posture is vague and non-existent.
The rain kept washing away the blood from Ye Shaohan's body. When he was tired from sword dancing, he stopped to practice.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's room is filled with hundreds of martial arts skills, including body skills, sword skills, and finger skills, with different levels, including the lowest Huang-level and low-level, and the Xuan-level elementary, these hundreds of martial arts.
Not only from the Ye family, but also from the Han family, the Dugu family, the Wu family, and the three martial arts families. After practicing, Ye Shaohan picked up these martial arts to observe. In line with the principle of not wasting time, while observing, he always
The spiritual energy in his body is circulating, sometimes the Wind God Technique, and sometimes the Vermilion Bird Technique. Ye Shaohan does not learn each of these martial arts, he just observes them.
Even the most advanced martial arts are evolved from basic martial arts, and these are the foundation of martial arts. Whenever he observes, Ye Shaohan goes to the courtyard to dance with his sword. When he encounters questions, he just stands there like a fool, even if it rains heavily.
Or maybe it's the same with the scorching sun. Occasionally, I'll have some insights and start dancing again.
While practicing in the house, Ye Shaohan first slowly started to operate the skills according to the predetermined meridians. However, those sword skills and body movements were constantly replayed in his mind. A figure seemed to be rehearsing in his mind, constantly practicing the sword skills.
Take it apart and mix it up with martial arts, and then keep combining it according to your own understanding.
Moreover, Ye Shaohan found that after practicing, he was more energetic than sleeping, so he gradually wasted his time sleeping.
Boredom and boredom have always been obstacles to cultivation, but Ye Shaohan has always endured it, while Zhang Ming has continued his boring sword drawing and sheathing day after day. He also observed the martial arts in Ye Shaohan's house.
Their martial arts skills have been changed batch after batch, but the only ones that haven't changed are the two of them.
For a month, for a whole month, Ye Shaohan, who didn't know what boring was, kept doing the same thing day and night, working hard and constantly simulating sword movements in his mind, and at the same time, he was running his mental skills.
, whenever he had an epiphany, he would dance with his sword in the courtyard like a madman.
This month, Ye Shaohan has been living a boring life. The loneliness caused by cultivation may make people mad. However, Ye Shaohan continues to be lonely every day over and over again. Sometimes, Ye Shaohan will also laugh at himself.
He has been overwhelmed by loneliness, but he never feels tired because Zhang Ming.
Zhang Ming's life was just like Ye Shaohan's. Whenever Ye Shaohan was tired, he would raise his head, look at the figure in the yard, smile, and continue practicing.
When there is always someone doing the same thing as you next to you, you will not be lonely...
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It was raining continuously in early summer, but this rain could not affect the lively scene in Headwind City at all.
Liudafang City, under the management of the Ye family, has become more prosperous. Populations from surrounding cities have flocked to Headwind City, and Headwind City has also become more prosperous.
Inside the Ye Mansion, there was a busy scene. However, there was one place that seemed to have been forgotten. The surrounding noise was in sharp contrast to the courtyard. The raindrops fell to the ground. Above the courtyard, the rainwater seemed to be pulled.
Arrive, closely behind a figure.
At the same time, on the other side of the courtyard, a sword light kept flashing in the rain, making people shudder.
At this moment, a white figure appeared at the entrance of the courtyard. She was wearing a long white dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella. She walked gracefully towards the courtyard and looked at the figure swaying in the courtyard with her pretty face that charmed everyone.
There was a trace of helplessness on his face. This happened many times. Every time he came here, he was like this.
Ye Shaolan walked into the courtyard. At the same time, he moved his left hand slightly and shot a burst of energy towards the figure in the air. The energy swept up the surrounding rain and hit the figure like a water arrow.
, the figure couldn't help but pause, and immediately, the sword shadow in the sky disappeared.
Ye Shaolan knew that if she did not disturb him, even if she stood here for a long time, he would not react. He would be overwhelmed by the martial arts.
A figure appeared in front of Ye Shaolan. Probably due to being washed away by the rain, a trace of paleness appeared on the rather embarrassed face.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Ye Shaolan looked at Ye Shaohan's pale face, with a hint of helplessness on his face, and said with trembling lips: "Ye Shaohan, you are only fifteen years old this year, but you are extremely inconsistent with your age. Fifteen years old
Young people should not enjoy that happy time. Now that you are the best among the younger generation of the Ye family, why should you be so cruel to yourself at this moment? Date when you should date, and play when you should have fun."
In Ye Shaolan's view, Ye Shaohan's hard training was undoubtedly abusing himself, even cruel.
Ye Shaohan's lips moved slightly, but he closed them without saying anything. Every time Ye Shaolan came to the courtyard, he would impatiently say something like this.
Seeing Ye Shaohan like this, Ye Shaolan knew that her persuasion failed again, but still did not give up, and continued: "Shaohan's life is not just about cultivation, and cultivation should be relaxed and relaxed. Occasionally relax, chat with friends, and go out to play.
It’s fun to play this kind of life, and you won’t be lonely.”
Putting away the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his right hand, holding the dripping rainwater, and felt inexplicably touched in his heart.
Life, haha, doesn't he know that such hard training is undoubtedly cruelty to himself? I remember in his previous life, before he became a special soldier, his life was just like what Ye Shaolan said, but is it really fun like that?
Looking at the helplessness on Ye Shaolan's face, Ye Shaohan slowly shook his head, raised his head, looked at the raindrops in the sky calmly, and said calmly.
"Shaolan, I know your good intentions and the joy of life. Like those children of the Ye family, you can occasionally practice, then invite like-minded friends to go out, occasionally fight with ferocious beasts, and occasionally wander into restaurants and get drunk. That is very happy, really
I'm very happy, but it doesn't suit me and it doesn't belong to me."
In the sound of rain, Ye Shaohan's voice seemed a bit low. Ye Shaohan continued: "Shaolan, if my blood has not awakened, what do you think my life will be like now? Maybe, I may not marry Wu Yanmei. A few years later,
My family arranged for me to work as an ordinary steward in a low-level city. Then a few years later, I married a woman who was neither beautiful nor ugly. In the next few years, I had my own children, although sometimes I was subject to some
People make fun of me, but that kind of life means I don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and my life will continue to be ordinary until the end of my life.”
Ye Shaolan remained silent and stood quietly, waiting for Ye Shaohan's next words. The water in the palm of his hand dripped slowly along his fingertips.
Ye Shaohan took back his hand and continued: "But my bloodline has awakened and I have re-entered the path of martial arts. With my temperament, since I have re-entered this path, I will do my best. I don't like to look up.
I don’t even like the eyes of others, as if they were looking at ants. You might say that those people who are not weak in cultivation are still living a brilliant life, but you are not them, and you don’t understand the helplessness in their hearts. There are people in this world.
It’s a very simple truth. Wherever there are people, there will be fights for interests, and where there are fights, there will be killings, isn’t it?”