"Luochen swordsmanship is divided into nine styles. The nine styles complement each other and are separated from each other. There are nine moves. Each move is extremely mysterious. Each move has its own characteristics. It can advance, retreat, attack or defend. You are now
You only need to memorize the nine sword styles. As for the sword intention in the sword, you need to slowly explore it. When you have practiced the nine sword styles to the point of proficiency, you must also have experienced the power of Luochen swordsmanship at that time.
Mysterious meaning."
Feng Haochen had a flying sword in his hand at some point. It was an extremely simple flying sword, as if it had gone through many vicissitudes of life and had seen the wind and frost of the world, but it was so extraordinary. The sword in his hand went with him, and his figure floated.
The shape of the sword flashed, and every move seemed so natural, as if the sword was a part of his body, free and unrestrained, otherworldly, magnanimous mixed with a hint of unruliness, and agility concealed calmness.
When people move, the mind is still, the sword moves, and the posture is still. The method of mind is to stop with stillness, and the law of sword is to have stillness in the movement. In Mu Yu's eyes, his master's awe-inspiring body skills can only be compared to others and do not dare to test the edge lightly.
, his swordsmanship brought out a sense of sword intent, and there was peace in the killing. Only that man's sword was left in the world.
"The first form of the Luochen Sword Technique, the falling leaves are flying, the flying leaves are spinning in the sky, and there is stillness in the movement."
A flying sword swings up fallen leaves all over the sky. The leaves follow the sword and float freely. Find a still point in the chaotic wind and stop with stillness. The sword rises sharply, like a stone in a dead pool.
Thousands of ripples are aroused, the fluttering of the leaves turns into the movement of the sword itself, the fallen leaves affect the momentum of the sword, the sword energy attracts the fallen leaves, cherishing each other, and accompanying each other.
Involuntarily, Mu Yu grasped the sword in front of him. With a realization in his mind, the sword moved according to his heart. The master's movement skills continued to evolve in his heart. He chased that trace of sword intention, trying to catch it.
That hint of artistic conception, but he couldn't grasp it. He always felt that something was missing. The nine simple sword moves seemed so difficult and obscure in his eyes. He kept practicing, trying to get closer to his master's sword skills, but he always missed something.
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"Ding--"
With a soft cry, Feng Haochen's sword tip suddenly rested on Mu Yu's sword tip, and a free and easy sword intention came from Mu Yu's sword tip. Mu Yu's sword moved with Feng Haochen's sword, every time
When the practice becomes difficult, Feng Haochen's sword will always take Mu Yu's sword to another direction at the right time, making the whole set of sword skills mellow and natural. The confusion in Mu Yu's heart gradually becomes clearer, and the feeling that seems to be there is not there.
The sword intent seemed to be right in front of him, and he gradually integrated into it. It was a very strange feeling that made Mu Yu intoxicated.
"The only thing I can do is guide you, and the rest depends on your luck." Feng Haochen had already retracted his sword, and he nodded. Mu Yu touched the threshold of Luochen's swordsmanship in a short period of time.
, his talent is indeed good.
Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand, but his heart became much clearer. Luochen's sword technique was so profound that his sword intention just now was not even touched by a hair, but just such a set of sword techniques was enough.
It made him feel deeply, and a trace of spiritual power appeared in his body. Although it was small, it was still a good start.
Mu Yu reawakened the flying sword, his feet moved together, and his body followed.
The second form of the Luochen Sword Technique is to stir up the Qi and fall to the dust, gather the Qi to destroy the spirit, and the Qi spirit returns to the dust.
Mu Yu devoted himself tirelessly to the sword style, his heart was very calm, like a quiet clear water, calm and unruffled. He chased for that trace of continuity, but always failed to connect at the key point.
"Master, I always feel that there is something missing, that I cannot achieve your casual state." Mu Yu said seriously.
Feng Haochen smiled and said: "What you lack is Luochen Steps. There are three most important skills in our sect, Luochen Mind Technique to build the foundation, Luochen Sword Technique to train the body, and Luochen Steps to shape the body. Luochen Steps is a sword-style body
When you understand the sword's intention and follow the sword's body, the sword will fit you and your sword technique will become natural."
Feng Haochen stepped forward, it was just a simple step, but his figure was already floating up, like a feather in the wind, and like Mount Taishan. In the flash of his steps, eight gates transformed under his feet, making people feel
It was impossible to figure it out. The mysterious steps dazzled Mu Yu, but each step was so clearly visible. Mu Yu took a step, but his body was already unstable. He suddenly fell to the ground, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
"The steps of Luochen can be learned without spiritual power. In the eyes of mortals, it is regarded as the supreme light skill. Although it is not one thousandth as good as that practiced by cultivators, it is easy to fly over eaves and walk over walls. You cannot chase the number of steps to become a teacher. The changes in it are for you.
If you still can’t master it, you need to learn it from scratch.”
Mu Yu nodded, he was in awe of the three methods of Luochen. Cultivation does not happen overnight, it needs to be persevered.
The sun was already setting, and Mu Yu had been practicing the Luochen sword technique, while bringing Luochen's steps into the sword. It was only the first day of practice, but he had already gained a lot.
"Gulu." Muyu's stomach sang loudly, and he asked sheepishly: "Master, can we start dinner?"
Feng Haochen then remembered something and said helplessly: "I taught you how to practice early in the morning and I didn't cook breakfast. Those hungry insects are probably dead."
Those hungry bugs didn't wait to die, they were crying without tears, because Uncle An saw that the boss had no time to cook, so he cooked again himself and cooked a breakfast that the hungry bugs would be satisfied with at a glance. Now everyone
Everyone is glaring at each other, whoever takes off the chopsticks first has the courage.
"Aren't you hungry? We're going to practice at the waterfall later. If you don't want to eat, you can go and drink water." Uncle An said expressionlessly. He never disliked the food he cooked and ate it happily.
Xiang Nan made a face and picked up a roasted sweet potato. He touched it lightly with his hand, and the outer layer of char was broken. Then after peeling off the char, only the thumb-sized uncharred meat was left. The sweet potato was roasted
It doesn't matter if it's burnt, because as long as it has meat, it won't taste bad. They only dare to eat this. Several people are staring at the pieces of charred sweet potatoes. At this time, eating sweet potatoes is much better than eating Uncle An's stir-fried cabbage.
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"Master and Mu Yu haven't come back yet?"
Chengyan actually didn't want to eat it, but because of Uncle An's reputation, he could only set an example for his senior brother and boldly took a bite of stir-fried cabbage and green vegetables, and then swallowed it without even chewing. If the green vegetables were allowed to
The earthy taste and the burnt taste of cabbage stay in your mouth for too long, and you won't feel good for an hour.
Uncle An can even stir-fry cabbage into a disaster dish. You can imagine his cooking skills.
"We are here. We are so hungry." Mu Yu rushed in and saw that the bowls and chopsticks were prepared for him. He was overjoyed and picked up the vegetables and put them in his mouth.
Then he sprayed rice.
"Does my cooking taste bad?" Uncle An looked at Mu Yu meaningfully, making Mu Yu shudder.
"No, it's delicious. It's delicious." Mu Yu felt that this was not a good time to tell the truth. Uncle An's face always made Mu Yu feel uncomfortable.
He returned to his mouth, chewing with tears in his eyes, and said: "It was too hot just now, too hot..."
Everyone else despised Mu Yu, and then quickly nodded and praised the delicious food. Uncle An's majesty in the sect is only equal to that of the leader. The leader is usually approachable, but Uncle An is a very old-fashioned and serious person, so no one dares
To cause him trouble.
It took a while for Feng Haochen to come in, but when he came in, he was carrying a plate of attractively colored fried meat. This made everyone else's eyes light up, and they suddenly felt that their master was the best person in the world.
Living gods are alive in this world, and they are Bodhisattvas who save people from suffering.
"Eat!" Feng Haochen looked at these pitiful children and said with a smile.
"Xiang Nan, let's unite to deal with senior brother." Lan Ling'er said.
"Okay!" Xiang Nan nodded.
Mu Yu didn't understand what this meant, and then Lan Ling'er, Xiang Nan, and Cheng Yan started fighting with their chopsticks on top of the plate. They looked like they had never had enough food. Their chopsticks were intertwined on top of the plate.
Yan Yiyi was able to deal with Xiang Nan and Lan Ling'er with ease. He already had a lot of meat in his bowl. Mu Yu also wanted to join in, but his chopsticks were bounced away as soon as he stretched them out. The other three were all cultivators.
Because of this, the strength is naturally different. Only then did Mu Yu understand that if you don't have any skills in this sect, you won't even be able to eat. Kongkong and Miaomiao pouted because they couldn't participate in this battle at the dinner table.
Feng Haochen calmly stretched out his chopsticks, and calmly picked some for Kongkong and Miaomiao during the fight between the three. Then Mu Yu, who was considerate, also picked some, and finally put some into his own bowl.
After a while, the rest was the daily battle between the three of them. Uncle An, on the other hand, calmly ate his own food and let them fight.
Mu Yu felt that he should be more ambitious. In this pitiful sect, it is really impossible not to work hard.