The wind in Qingping Mountain always rises at the end of the day, causing the sky to surge.
After the peach blossoms on the mountain were in full bloom, they seemed to wither overnight, leaving the grass luxuriant and the mountains green.
The piece of bluestone on the flat ground, the old man sitting cross-legged with his sword on his back, and the young man who did not miss a beat every day witnessed the peach blossoms in spring, and witnessed the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. When the mountains were covered with frost and the leaves were red in autumn, Gu Yusheng discovered
Mr. Qin's clothes are too thin and cannot withstand such deep autumn cold and dew.
Qin Jiu's brows are covered with ravines of time, his figure is also a bit stooped, his eyes are sunken in the sockets, and his long, pale hands are still very calloused.
He was also used to teaching the young man who was running like the wind like this every day. There were inadvertent marks on the rocks under his body, which were all within the reach of the young man's head, growing upward little by little.
There were sword marks on the flat ground and walls.
That is the mark of growth that the young man persisted in leaving behind every day.
The bluestone that has been sitting for a long time has now become smooth.
But the old man with the sword still sat there tirelessly, day after day.
On a bleak autumn afternoon.
On the steep road of Qingping Mountain, the young man walked like the wind.
Qin Jiu opened the cork and took a sip of wine, with a faint smile on his face.
Gu Yusheng was getting closer gradually.
He slowed down and straightened out his clothes and hair, not daring to offend in the slightest.
In half a year, Gu Yusheng's body has grown taller, and he looks more handsome and handsome, with bright and lively eyes.
The young man walked quickly to the stone. Instead of drawing his sword as usual, he took out a green shawl and cloak and carefully tied it on the old man who was carrying the sword.
Qin Jiu tensed his shoulders, stroked the material of the cloak with his hand, and sighed: "This cloth is made of good material. The ramie from Qingping Prefecture cannot weave such cloth. It should be peeled off bit by bit from the cotton and linen from Xianhu Prefecture."
It was sewn carefully and silk was added, which feels really good."
The young man stood up straight, trying to shield his husband from the wind.
But the wind was unstoppable, blowing the old gentleman's silver-frosted hair, and the bleak wind poured into his body, always chilling his bones.
The young man pursed his lips first, then plucked up the courage and said, "Sir, I won't be coming tomorrow."
Mr. Qin, who stroked his cloak again and again, raised his head little by little when he heard Gu Yusheng's words. The young man in front of him had indeed grown a lot, and was already taller than when he was sitting.
"Because it's cold?"
Gu Yusheng nodded, then shook his head and said: "Sir, I'm not afraid of the cold. I'm afraid of freezing, sir. I don't want to come. Look at the top of the mountain, there is new snow."
Qin Jiu turned around and stared at the top of Qingping Mountain. After a while, he suddenly said: "Yes, time flies so fast. The peach blossoms are in full bloom as if just yesterday. For the rest of my life, you have grown a lot taller in the past six months, but you
You haven't mastered swordsmanship yet, so you still have to come every day, and I'll be waiting here."
Gu Yusheng was silent, looking at the old gentleman with a pair of clean eyes.
"Then I will bring some thick clothes for sir tomorrow."
Qin Jiu twisted his beard and said: "I have been wandering all my life and have long been accustomed to the ups and downs of this world. Whether it is sunny or snowy, it is the same to me, but today I found that there seems to be something different. Maybe it is because I am getting older.
, the bones in your body are indeed weak, and this big cloak is indeed a little warm when you put it on your body. Stand still, I have something to say to you."
Gu Yusheng stood up straight.
Qin Jiu walked around the stone, and when he reached Gu Yusheng, he raised his hand, took out a scabbard from his wide sleeve, and handed it to Gu Yusheng.
"Try it and see if it matches your wooden sword."
Gu Yusheng took it with both hands and looked at it carefully. It was also a wooden scabbard. It was polished smooth and felt very comfortable to the touch. There were also several strange runes engraved on it.
A few days ago, Gu Yusheng saw the old man sitting on a stone carving carefully with a small sword.
Take out the wooden sword from your waist and fit it into the scabbard.
The wooden sword became a little heavier.
Gu Yusheng liked it very much.
"Thank you sir."
"As long as you like it." Qin Jiu also showed a kind smile, pointed at the hilt of Gu Yusheng's wooden sword, and said with some regret: "It's just that the sword is missing a little embellishment. Young people should have the style they should have."
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When Gu Yusheng heard this, he was slightly startled. His hand subconsciously touched the red string around his heart, and he lowered his hand a little greenly. He secretly glanced at the old gentleman, for fear of being blamed, his eyes were a little dazed.
Farewell in the wind and snow that night.
Now there is snow falling again.
If you think about it carefully, I haven't seen Miss Mo for almost a year.
Qin Jiu noticed the young man's lack of concentration and desolation, but he didn't care. When the young man came back to his senses, he said: "In the past six months, you have almost mastered the swordsmanship. Now that the winter is approaching, it is also time to teach
You have a useful sword technique."
Gu Yusheng said happily: "Sir, are you going to teach me sword skills? What level!"
"Very high."
Qin Jiu commented, took out a scroll from his sleeve, twisted it with his fingers, and the scroll unfolded little by little in his hand.
Gu Yusheng looked intently and saw that in the scroll, there was a man with a sword on his back. It was obvious that there was only a back view, but the ancient and mysterious feeling that hit his face seemed to instantly pull him into the world in the painting. www.bǐqυgetν.℃
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Just like he had followed his father countless times back then, his back was also extremely tall.
However, Gu Yusheng only saw the back of the man carrying the sword but not the sword technique, so he was naturally confused.
Qin Jiu put the scroll away bit by bit, handed it to Gu Yusheng's hand, and explained: "This is the ink left by the painting saint of the Holy Academy's Shushan. It is called the back of the world. It has been around for thousands of years. The demon in those days
The clan was wreaking havoc on the world, and there were countless such people who came out of the mountains with swords in their hands, so this painting has been admired by countless future generations."
"Some people say that it contains the supreme secret of swordsmanship, but I am dull and unable to understand it. Sixty years ago, I personally went to Shushan to inquire about the true meaning, but unfortunately I still did not find the answer. Fortunately, it was not in vain.
And return."
When Gu Yusheng heard this, he was even more impressed by the Holy Academy Shushan.
What kind of place is that seems to be even more mysterious than the three holy places.
Gu Yusheng heard the old man speak again: "I found a sword technique in the Holy Academy Book Mountain, called Futian Technique. There are nine swords in total. I will teach you the sword moves first, and then I will teach you the mental formula. You take good care of it."
Qin Jiu made a move casually, using a wooden stick in his hand as a sword. In an instant, his body became straight and straight, and his movements were smooth and flowing. The wooden stick became a sword. Each move was slow and clear. There was a foundation between offense and defense.
The fourteen moves of the sword also hide the way of handling the sword and the skill of the sword.
At this moment, the old-looking Mr. Qin gave the wooden stick the glory of his life. It turned into a sharp sword, with exquisite moves.
Gu Yusheng stood motionless, his eyes filled with learning but hiding surprise.
His mouth moved several times, trying to speak, but he still couldn't get the words out.
Because Qin Jiu taught him these nine sword techniques.
He has learned it!
Those were the sword pictures that Miss Mo brought with her.
However, when Gu Yusheng learned the sword moves, he didn't pay much attention to them. Each move was not as subtle as before, and naturally it didn't have the true meaning of the sword like Qin Jiu's.
He lacks something core.
Sword tactics.
"Yu Sheng, have you seen clearly?"
Gu Yusheng nodded.
Qin Jiu put down the wooden stick in his hand, sat down again, and said: "I taught you the Futian Sword Technique. You must remember it well and don't teach it to others lightly in the future. After all, it belongs to others."