"Okay, that's all that needs to be said," the old man said as he stood up slowly, took out a copper coin from his arms, and continued to say to Yan Bing: "You hold the sword, go to the other side of the yard, I will throw it
This copper coin, if you can use the sword in your hand to split the copper coin into two before it falls to the ground, I will teach you new techniques."
As soon as Yan Bing heard that he was going to learn a new technique, he smiled like a peach blossom and colorful clouds were flying. He hugged Qingxuan and ran to the end of the yard. He then drew out his sword, slowly put away his smile, and prepared for battle.
She had read in a book... that only by attacking a copper coin from ten feet away and breaking through it would it be the best. She knew clearly that this was the moment when the master would test her own skills... and she couldn't help but tensed up her nerves.
The old man looked at Yan Bing, who was ten feet away, and was already in the state. He couldn't help but nodded, raised the copper coin, and waved his hand...
Yan Bing immediately flew out like an arrow from a string, and was already close in an instant. Then, he glanced left and right... but did not see any copper coins...???
Where’s the money??? Where’s the copper coins??? Where have they gone!!??
Yan Bing looked for a long time with a confused look but couldn't find it, so he looked at the old man, only to find that the copper coin was still lying in the old man's hand...
"Master? What do you mean by this? Are you teasing your apprentice??" Yan Bing frowned, pouted, and looked at the old man with a depressed expression.
The old man looked at the copper coins, then at Yan Bing, then at the copper coins.
Blushing, he said: "I thought about it, after all, it is money..., right? Why not do this? I will go and look for stones of the same size. Let's change them, and the effect will be the same. How about it?"
After the old man finished speaking, he turned to look at Yan Bing and smiled.
Yan Bing's face was livid at the moment, and he looked so angry that he was about to vomit blood.
"Good disciple? Are you okay?" The old man still looked at Yan Bing with an innocent expression.
Yan Bing simply gasped and closed his eyes. His teeth were in his mouth and they were bitten so hard that they rattled. Finally, he managed to say in a gentle tone: "Master, just throw it away. If the copper coin is broken, I will compensate you."
How about a silver ingot?"
Looking at the old man again, his face turned red at this moment, and with a tone that was even more anxious than Yan Bing's, he waved his sleeves and said, "Go! Go quickly! I'm ready! All I need is you!!"
Yan Bing turned around and silently walked to the end of the yard. In the process, he tried his best to calm down the anger in his heart... for fear that he might not hold back for a moment and "accidentally" kill the old man and the copper coins together.
The sword is unsheathed, the posture is completed, the mind is calm, and the eyes are looking ahead...
Snap!
Yan Bing took the copper plate away and stared at it, focusing on the copper plate.
At this moment, the copper plate in Yan Bing's eyes seemed to have been slowed down ten times in the air, slowly spinning and falling.
Yan Bing held his sword and took a quick step forward. He faced the hollow in the center of the copper plate and stabbed it with all his strength. The copper plate broke with a sound and fell into two halves when it fell to the ground.
The old man bent down and picked up the copper plate. He saw that the cross section of the copper plate was as smooth as a mirror without any roughness. He couldn't help but nodded. He was about to praise him when he heard a loud click behind him.
The two of them looked at each other and saw that the jujube tree planted in the yard next door broke with a sudden sound, and the upper half of the trunk fell to the ground with a loud bang, and dust flew everywhere. Then they heard the neighbor's aunt roar angrily: "Damn it!
!Who did this!!!??”
The old man was as quiet as ice, holding Yan Bing's neck, retreated far away, and praised in a low voice: "Disciple's sword is extremely accurate and powerful, it's a great success..." Then he looked back at the wall next door with a guilty conscience.
, only to hear the aunt still yelling, she chewed her teeth and continued: "Moreover, Qingxia Sword has opened up the zhenqi muscles and veins in your body. In the future, you must remember to pay attention..."
Yan Bing stuck out his tongue and replied in a low voice: "Disciple knows..."
Then the two of them looked at the wall next door guiltily, turned their heads, and the old man whispered: "As for the new exercises, let's wait until the woman next door calms down, and then I can teach you."
"Okay, Master." Yan Bing replied in a low voice. Then, Yan Bing put away Qingxuan and returned to the house. The old man pretended to be nothing, sat back on the couch, sipped tea leisurely, and said something
Said to himself: "Ah..., it smells so good..."
Until dusk in the afternoon, the voice next door had changed from loud to hoarse at first, but occasionally a few rough words could be heard. Yan Bing couldn't help but tremble in the room, feeling a little in awe of the aunt next door.
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And the old man spent the whole afternoon in this yelling and cursing, and he didn't even take a nap...
The eldest brother and Lu Liang also came back at this time. When they entered the door, they saw an old man sitting in the yard drinking tea. The eldest brother asked curiously, "What happened next door? Why is there such a movement?"
The old man just put his finger to his mouth and made a "silence" gesture. The two junior brothers instantly understood that the matter must be related to the master and junior sister, so they stopped talking and went to the kitchen to cook.
The old man saw that it was already dusk and it was a good time to teach Kung Fu. The shouting and cursing next door gradually became quieter at this moment, so he loudly called Yan Bing out of the house.
Yan Bing held Qingxuan in his arms, still feeling a little guilty, and walked timidly into the courtyard.
The old man put down the teapot, turned his head, and shouted at the wall next door: "In the afternoon, thunder and drought fell from the sky and knocked down a jujube tree. You don't have to worry about that... Maybe this jujube tree is a blessing of good fortune."
To seize the heaven is inherently calamity, and to scold and humiliate it is to insult the heaven and deceive the gods, and my disciples must never imitate it!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was no sound from the next door. Then there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After a while, there was the sound of kowtows and the sound of chanting sutras... and vaguely, the wall was also seen.
Finally, smoke slowly floated up, as if incense was being burned.
Yan Bing couldn't help but raise his hand and gave his master a thumbs up.
Sure enough, ginger is still spicier...
The old man turned his head away with satisfaction, raised his hand and said: "Instant Thunder"
Before the sword arrived, Yan Bing had already begun to think about it, another instant thunder?
I never saw you calling it out. You just picked it when it came time to teach the exercises. The blade of this sword is thin and narrow, like the head of a needle. This old man is clearly deliberately making things difficult for me.
She knew it in her heart, but she couldn't do anything with this bad old man... so she could only bite the bullet and let out a long sigh.
Sure enough, the "long purple needle" arrived again and slipped into the old man's hand in an instant.
The old man raised his sword, stood up, came to the courtyard, and said to Yan Bing: "I will teach you a move today. If you can use it before sunset, you will be considered successful."
Yan Bing immediately cheered up and watched carefully, not missing a single detail.
I saw the old man standing up his sword and placing it in front of him. He raised his two fingers with his left hand and slowly drew along the bottom of the sword body towards the tip. As his fingertips passed across it, the slender sword body was then drawn.
A layer of blue light is applied, and under this layer of blue light, the narrow sword body seems to have become wider. However, the sword body is solid in the center, and the surrounding blue light is in a gaseous state and does not dissipate for a long time, so this illusion is created.
"This is the first step to control the sword with Qi. Use Qi to control the sword. This control is the defense. At this moment, there is less than an hour before sunset. You should practice slowly first..." After saying this, the old man said calmly.
Turning around, as soon as he took a step, he heard Yan Bing's exclamation from behind him.
"Master, it's ready!"
"What's better?" the old man said, took back his steps, and looked back with a puzzled expression. He stayed on the spot, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and a stream of snot flowed down his left nostril.
Come down….
Yan Bing was seen holding Qingxuan, and the whole body of the sword emitted a dazzling purple light, shining brightly...
"Purple! Purple! Purple! Purple!!!???" The old man sat down on the ground, raised his finger and pointed at Yan Bing's sword, exclaiming.
"What's this purple thing?" The senior brother happened to be coming out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes at this time. He was puzzled and looked into the yard following the sound. He saw the junior sister, holding a sword shining with purple light, standing there.
There, I was at a loss.
"Fuck!!! Fuck!!!!" Feng Chen exclaimed. The dish in his hand slipped from his fingertips and shattered on the ground. The vegetable oil splashed on his trousers, but he remained unmoved and just stood there blankly.
, looking at the junior sister, motionless, the whole person was also stunned.
Yan Bing's head was filled with questions? Purple?? What's wrong???
