Fierce fighting continued on Yandang Mountain, but Yun Chen remained peaceful and peaceful.
After eating roast chicken last night, Han Feng went back to sleep peacefully for a long time. He slept until dawn. When he got up and opened the door, a dark-skinned and honest figure appeared in front of him.
Year-round clouds and mists have lingered in the sky, and the light is as poor as ever. Under the dim skylight, a dark-skinned young man in a black and white uniform stands in Han Feng's yard, looking a little dazed.
Oops, it’s Xiaohu.
Han Feng smiled at Jiang Xiaohu.
Jiang Xiaohu smiled naively and scratched the back of his head, looking at Han Feng sincerely:
Chief, I'm here to learn martial arts from you.
After all, this young man was also the training target for his first green mission. Han Feng still had high hopes for him, so he quickly said: The young man is very punctual. Then you can wait for me to wash up first and sit in the yard.
Hold on.
Han Feng said and pointed to the stool in the yard.
Jiang Xiaohu shook his head sincerely: No need, I'll just stand.
Okay, don't worry, I'll be very quick~
Han Feng knew that this child had such a personality, so he did not force him. He smiled at him, turned around and quickly fetched water and washed up.
After everything was done, Han Feng walked to Jiang Xiaohu and sat down in front of Jiang Xiaohu, holding a small mat in one hand and two pieces of cake in the other.
He reached out and handed a piece of cake to Jiang Xiaohu, then took a bite of the cake in his mouth. Han Feng said with a smile:
You must have not had breakfast by the looks of it. Come on, let's eat and talk.
Um.
Jiang Xiaohu nodded, grabbed the cake with both hands, and bit off more than half of it in one big bite.
One of the two people is sitting and the other is standing. The picture in the yard is extremely harmonious.
After wiping out the cake in his hands in two or three strokes, Han Feng patted the food residue on his hands, looked at Jiang Xiaohu with a smile and asked:
Okay, let’s officially prepare to learn martial arts. I have prepared a set of sword skills and a set of palm skills for you. What do you want to learn?
Jiang Xiaohu looked shy and looked at Han Feng tentatively and asked: Can I learn everything about the boss?
Han Feng raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect that you brat, who looks honest and honest, is actually a greedy guy."
Shaking his head seriously at Jiang Xiaohu, Han Feng said calmly:
No, you have a good foundation and are good at practicing martial arts, but I think you are not a person with good understanding. It is more conducive to your progress to specialize in one martial arts at the basic stage. If you want to learn martial arts extensively,
You need to wait until your skills are more advanced before proceeding.
Yes, my subordinates understand.
Jiang Xiaohu nodded honestly.
Han Feng really wanted to laugh when he saw his dull look, but for the sake of the green task, he decided to continue teaching. He clapped his hands and stood up, stretched out his hand and used his inner strength to break off a branch from the plum blossom tree in the courtyard and put it into his hand.
He smiled and said: Forget it, I don't want to ask you what to learn, just follow what I teach you honestly.
yes!
Jiang Xiaohu continued to nod sincerely.
Han Feng immediately used the plum branch in his hand to show the "Hu Family Sword Technique" to Jiang Xiaohu.
Check it out, this set of "Hu Family Sword Techniques" is based on the blending of yin and yang, hardness and softness, and the moves are full of changes from old to young. Don't ask why this set is from the Hu family and not the Han family!
Ah? Yes!
Jiang Xiaohu responded honestly, his eyes fixed on Han Feng's figure who deliberately slowed down his movements.
Han Feng demonstrated the "Hu Family Sword Art" to Jiang Xiaohu twice, including gestures and gestures, and then threw the plum branch in his hand to Jiang Xiaohu.
Come on, try it.
yes!
Jiang Xiaohu took the plum branch and used the branch as a knife to dance.
The movements are precise, but the craftsmanship is too heavy and lacks agility and freedom.
Han Feng observed and made suggestions:
Raise your hand a little higher. If you put your hand so low, I would think you were using a knife on the ground.
Move quickly, didn't I just eat a cake for you? Why does it feel like you haven't eaten?
Concentrate, why does your sword add so little internal energy? Oh, I'm sorry, you are only at level nine.
Most of the morning passed, and Han Feng finally allowed Jiang Xiaohu to initially master the moves of "Hu Family Sword Technique". Whenever this happens, Han Feng can realize the benefits of the mysterious mist. He doesn't have to learn and memorize each move at all.
, you can get it done after one infusion.
He was sweating profusely from practicing in the middle of winter, and Jiang Xiaohu was obviously really tired.
Seeing this, Han Feng stopped Jiang Xiaohu who was practicing his moves:
Okay, Xiaohu, you can rest now. Haste makes waste, and there is no need to overdo it.
As he spoke, Han Feng thrust a stack of letter paper into Jiang Xiaohu's hand. On the first page of the stack of paper, the four words "Zixia Divine Art" were written.
By the way, your internal strength is really bad. Take this set of "Zixia Magic Skills" back and practice it more. Don't be lazy every day. Come back to me after three days, do you understand?
This handwritten version of "Zixia Secret Book" was written by Han Feng overnight for Jiang Xiaohu for today's training. It can be considered a good intention.
Jiang Xiaohu took the "Purple Cloud Magic Art" handed over by Han Feng, with a somewhat excited and moved expression:
Sir me
Han Feng smiled and shook his head to stop him from continuing to speak:
Okay, you don’t need to say more. I said I would teach you martial arts, and I will definitely teach you well. If you study hard, you are thanking me seriously.
yes!
Jiang Xiaohu nodded heavily.
Han Feng couldn't help but complain:
Xiaohu, you don’t have to say yes all the time when we communicate. Also, you don’t have to call me “sir” every time. I feel comfortable calling me Brother Han or Master Han in private~
Yes no, good master!
Jiang Xiaohu immediately changed his tune and smiled brightly at Han Feng.
Han Feng waved his hand at him: Okay, you go ahead, I will check your entry the day after tomorrow.
Follow your orders!
Jiang Xiaohu responded and left Han Feng's courtyard.
As soon as Jiang Xiaohu left the yard, Yang Qianqian came out from the side and jumped in front of Jiang Xiaohu: "Xiaohu, how are you studying?"
Well I really feel like I learned a lot!
Then why don't you invite me to dinner?
Yes, thank you Miss Yang~
Han Feng was in the yard listening to the sound of two people walking further and further away from the yard. He felt as if he had been forcefully stuffed with dog food.
Sitting leisurely on the horse, Han Feng was ready to enjoy the long-lost leisure time.
At this moment, a fierce cry came from outside Yunchen City: City defenders, close the city gate!!
The sound was very far away, but it could still spread throughout the streets and alleys of Yunchen City even if it came from a very far away place.
Han Feng could intuitively feel the tragic emotion from this voice. With the blessing of "Flying on the Grass", Han Feng rose up from the ground and rushed directly from the Xuanjian Division of Yunchen City to outside the gate of Yunchen City.
The caravan passers-by at the city gate were in panic.
In the distance, the dense red sky of cavalrymen splashed with noisy dust.
In front of the cavalry formation, a man wearing a blood-stained and messy white robe of the Hanging Sword Master ran towards the city wall holding a long sword.
Looking at the white robe, Han Feng could roughly guess that this was the other sword-wielding Xu Can mentioned by Liu Minghua, but when he looked at the Man Tianxia cavalry behind him, he was shocked. What is Man Tianxia doing?
Even if you openly dare to hunt down the imperial court and hold the sword, you are going to directly raise the banner and start an uprising, right?
However, complaints are complaints, Han Feng still walked out from under the city gate, came to the hunted Xuanjian Division, held the sword, stretched out his hand to support the man who was about to fall:
This should be Xu Zhijian, hello, I’m Han Feng~
Xu Can was covered in blood. He looked at Han Feng and felt a little confused. People are knocking on his door. Are you still in the mood to introduce yourself?