Time passed, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
This day was another rainy day.
Chen Qingyan was practicing his sword skills seriously in the specially renovated empty room, while Long Yan was lying half under the eaves, watching the rainy scene, sipping a drink from time to time, enjoying himself, seemingly very comfortable, but as he drank, his eyes became inexplicably wet
He was red and looked downcast.
At this time, the courtyard door opened, and Lin Bo came back with an oil-paper umbrella, carrying a large piece of pork in one hand and a letter in the other.
When Long Yan heard the commotion, he secretly wiped the corners of his eyes and pretended to greet Lin Bo naturally.
Lin Bo responded with a kind smile, put down the pork in the kitchen, and then sent the letter to the room where Chen Qingyan practiced.
"Uncle Lin, if you come back so early today, aren't the children in Datong sick?"
Chen Qingyan asked casually while practicing.
Datong is Lin Bo's son.
"Thank you, Master, for your concern. Yu'er is fine now." Lin Bo put the letter on the table, "Master, I'll go cook first."
"good."
Chen Qingyan put down the knife, picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his face, picked up one of the letters and opened it.
After reading ten lines at a glance, he threw it into the brazier.
He picked up another letter and opened it, and read it more slowly this time. After he finished it, he thought for a moment, then walked to the living room, looked at Long Yan who was still staring at the rainy scene and remembering the past, and said
:
"I have something to discuss with you."
"What's the matter? Tell me."
Long Yan still faced the living room with his back.
"Yagyu is in trouble, and you may need to help him."
Long Yan stood up quickly, turned around and patted the five famous knives on his waist that never left his body except when bathing and sleeping.
"Where is it? I'll go there immediately."
Long Yan's tone was solemn. Because Liu Sheng refused to practice the Yue Ming style swordsmanship, he had only repaid half of his kindness, and the other half fell on Liu Sheng. He was worried that he would not find a chance to repay Liu Sheng, but he did not expect that this opportunity would come so soon.
coming.
"Yagyu is in trouble. Well, this trouble can be said to be simple or complex. Does Tiger Eye Dojo know about it?" Chen Qingyan asked.
Chen Qingyan did not take all the credit for Long Yan's recovery from his injuries, but said that the two worked together to heal him.
"Tiger Eye Dojo?" Long Yan's pupils shrank, "Did Yagyu get into Tiger Eye Dojo? Oh no, this is no small trouble."
Chen Qingyan waved his hand and said, "No, Liu Sheng was originally a disciple of the Tiger Eye Dojo and became a disciple of the Tiger Eye Taoist Master. His troubles mainly came from a new disciple of the Dragon Flame Dojo who was accepted by the Tiger Eye Taoist Master."
Long Yan frowned and thought, noticed a few key words, and summed it up: "Competing with the same sect?"
"It may be more complicated. Liu Sheng didn't say it clearly, so I'm not sure. He just said that he needed someone to help him. He was worried that the disciple would hurt him." Chen Qingyan threw the letter to Long Yan and briefly explained the content.
Down.
"It's inexplicable. The disciple of Longyan Dojo has never harmed him. How could he suddenly suspect that he has malicious intentions?"
Long Yan said as he threw the letter back to Chen Qingyan.
Chen Qingyan folded the letter and slammed it into the envelope.
"There must be a reason for him to say that. Haven't you always wanted to find an opportunity to repay him? Regardless of whether Yagyu's suspicion is right or wrong, you have helped even if you go there. Your Zongliu Daoyi cannot break through, in my case
It seems like it lacked a little bit of training. If it is true, I will just take advantage of the opportunity to defeat that person and make a name for myself."
"Then why don't you go." Long Yan stepped into the living room and hummed, "Don't tell me that you don't want to enter the Shengwu Dojo."
"I have my own plans for the Shengwu Dojo, and...it's not like you don't know that my sword skills have entered a critical period, so it's inconvenient to go there." After Chen Qingyan finished speaking, he returned to the previous room.
Long Yan's muttering could be heard faintly behind him.
In the room, Chen Qingyan held Xin and groaned. After thinking for a while, he threw Yagyu's letter into the brazier and burned it. Then he pulled out the long sword and started practicing silently.
After dinner, Chen Qingyan waited for Uncle Lin to put away the dishes and chopsticks, then looked at the man picking his teeth beside him,
"When are you leaving?"
"Now."
Long Yan bit the long bamboo stick, put on his coir raincoat and hat and opened the door.
"If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, find a way to let me know and I will rush over as soon as possible." Chen Qingyan said before he went out.
"It's just a trivial matter. Before, it wouldn't have been my turn to take action." Long Yan's voice sounded from behind the house.
Chen Qingyan still sat and drank hot tea for a while.
After the food in his stomach was digested, he went into the house again and practiced the Koshinei-ryu sword technique.
After practicing hard for ten days, Chen Qingyan realized that he was about to get started with his rich experience.
The entrance here, if replaced by Yue Ming Dojo, would be the level at which one can become a Taoist disciple. With Longyan's talent and understanding, it took more than half a year to achieve this step, and now, Chen Qingyan only uses
After ten days, I could faintly touch it.
Any school, any dojo, including the Yueming Ryu, can be roughly divided into five stages, namely, initial acquaintance, entry, small success, great success, and the final "Tao leader".
Chen Qingyan is currently between the first acquaintance and the beginning, and he is only one step away from the beginning.
As for Long Yan, who has been exposed to Yueming Style since he was a child and has practiced Yueming Style swordsmanship diligently to this day, he is between Xiaocheng and Dacheng, and is only one step away from Dacheng.
Some of the elite disciples of Yueming Dojo, plus those who died due to previous fights in the dojo and various accidents, are mostly between beginners and minor achievers. All the disciples who have reached this point have officially become Taoist disciples and have the authority to do so.
Liu Dao Yi.
There are only a handful of people who have thoroughly understood the meaning of Zongliu swordsmanship and have mastered Yuemingliu swordsmanship to great perfection. They have become rare Zongliu swordsmen under the Taoist master who have mastered the secrets of the school. These people are often not young, even fifty years old.
The people on the left and right, without exception, are the seniors who survived from the previous generation of Shengwu Dojo.
As the former top disciple of the Yue Ming Dojo, Long Yan practiced the Yue Ming style to the point of perfection at the age of twenty-four. If he hadn't lost his sight in that accident, Long Yan would still be the top disciple of the Yue Ming Dojo.
A few months ago, Long Yan's status was equivalent to that of a general's son, and he was a big shot in this city, with more than one person above ten thousand people.
Chen Qingyan was very curious about how Long Yan became blind, but he never asked. There were a lot of rumors outside, but the hearsay was not true. With Long Yan's strength, most people couldn't hurt him, and there were no people who could hurt him.
It is necessary to keep him alive, after all, he will offend Yue Ming Dojo no matter what, so... the person who blinded Long Yan must have the same status as Long Yan, or even a higher status, and have a background that does not fear the revenge of Yue Ming Dojo.
.Either...it was done by people within the Yue Ming Dojo, or it was a dispute between schools.
Chen Qingyan still knew something about Yue Mingliu.
Although Yagyu compares it with the Five-Energy Style and looks down upon it with all kinds of disdain, and even Long Yan is willing to teach it, he is dismissive of it, but it is definitely not an easy style to be able to rule a city with this.
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