A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

“The falling dust swordsmanship is divided into nine types. The nine types make up each other and split each other. The nine moves are extremely mysterious. Each move has its own characteristics, which can be advanced, retreated, attacked and defended. You are now You only need to remember the nine sword styles. As for the sword meaning in the sword, you need to explore it slowly. When you practice the nine sword styles to the point of perfect fire, then you must also experience the skill of falling dust at that time. Profound meaning.”

Feng Haochen had an extra flying sword in his hand sometime. It was an extremely simple flying sword. It seemed to have gone through the vicissitudes of life and watched the wind and frost in the world, but it was so extraordinary. The sword in his hand walked with him, the sword flickered in the floating figure, every move seemed so natural, as if the sword was a part of his body. Implicitly silent.

People move, the mind is static, the sword moves, the situation is static, the mind method emphasizes static braking, and the sword method is static. In Muyu’s eyes, his master’s awe-inspiring technique only made him look at his back, but he didn’t dare to try the edge. His sword technique brought a sword spirit, and the killing was peaceful, and only the man was left in this world. That sword.

“The first form of falling dust swordsmanship, the leaves are flying, the leaves are swirling, moving and moving.”

A flying sword sways across the sky and leaves, Ye walks with the sword, floating freely. Looking for a quiet spot in the chaotic wind, with a static brake, the sword rises steeply, like a stone in the dead pool, causing a thousand layers of ripples, the leaf’s flutter turns into its own sword movement, and the fallen leaves pull the sword Potential, Jianqi attracts fallen leaves, live together, and accompany each other.

Involuntarily, Muyu held the sword in front of her, and when he realized that, the sword moved with his heart. Master’s body was constantly evolving in his heart. He chased the trace of sword and wanted to catch it. The artistic conception, but I couldn’t grasp it, always felt that something was missing. The simple nine sword moves seemed so difficult and obscure in his eyes. He was constantly practicing and aligning with the master’s swordsmanship, but he was always close to something. .

“Ding–“

With a whisper, Feng Haochen’s sword tip suddenly rested on Mu Yu’s sword tip, and a free and easy sword spirit came from Mu Yu’s sword tip. Muyu’s sword moves along with Feng Haochen’s sword. Whenever he is difficult, Feng Haochen’s sword will always bring Muyu’s sword to the other direction, making the whole set of swordsmanship round and natural. The puzzlement in Muyu’s heart gradually became open, and the seemingly insignificant sword seemed to be in front of him. He gradually integrated into it, which was a very wonderful feeling that made Muyu drunk.

“If I can do it, I will take you through, and the rest will depend on your character.” Feng Haochen has withdrawn his sword. He nodded, and Muyu has touched the threshold of falling dust sword technique in a short time. , His talent is indeed good.

Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand, but his heart was clearer. The falling dust sword technique is profound and profound. His swordsmanship did not even touch Jiu Niu’s hair, but just such a set of sword techniques made him feel deeply, and a trace of spiritual power appeared in his body. Although there was little, but It is also a good start.

Muyu re-calls the take-off sword, moving under his feet, following his figure.

The second style of falling dust swordsmanship is to sway the dust, gather the qi and break the spirit, and return the spirit to the dust.

Mu Yu put tirelessly into the sword style, his heart was very calm, like a quiet water, unsurprised. He chased that touch of coherence, but he couldn’t connect at the key.

“Master, I always feel that something is missing and I can’t do what you like.” Mu Yu said seriously.

Feng Haochen smiled and said: “What you lack is the pace of falling dust. Three of our martial arts methods are the most important. The heart of falling dust is the foundation, the sword of falling dust is used for physical training, and the body of falling dust is shaped. The pace of falling dust is a sword style body. Sword, comprehend the sword’s intent, shape the sword, and the sword will fit, the sword will be natural.”

Feng Haochen’s foot stepped forward, it was just that simple step, but his figure had already floated up, like the great hair in the wind, and it seemed like a thousand mountains, the flashing of the step shape, the eight doors underneath turned into people, making people Impenetrable. That Xuanao’s pace dazzled Muyu, but every step was so clearly visible, Muyu took a step, but his figure was already unstable, he suddenly fell to the ground, his face uncertain.

“The pace of falling dust can be learned without spiritual power. In the eyes of mortals, it is a supreme skill. Although it is less than one-thousandth of the cultivation of the integrator, it is not a matter of course. You cannot chase the steps of being a teacher. You can’t master it yet, you need to start from scratch.”

Mu Yu nodded, and his heart was in awe of the three methods of falling dust. Cultivation was not done overnight, and he needed to persevere.

The sun is already at the head, Mu Yu has been practicing the falling dust sword technique, and at the same time bringing the falling dust into the sword, he only learned the first day, but it has been very rewarding.

“Guru.” Muyu’s stomach sang, and he asked embarrassedly: “Master, can I have dinner?”

Feng Haochen only remembered something, and was helpless: “Teach you to practice early in the morning without cooking breakfast. Those hungry insects are estimated to be broken.”

Those hungry bugs didn’t wait for bad, they wanted to cry without tears, because Uncle An saw that his head was not free to cook, so he cooked the food again, and cooked a breakfast that would make the hungry bugs full at first sight. Now everyone They are all staring at each other, whoever has the courage to chopsticks first.

“Aren’t you hungry? When you are going to practice at the waterfall, you can drink water if you don’t eat.” Uncle An said with a blank expression. The food he cooked himself was never disgusted, and he ate it happily.

Making a grimace to the south, he picked up a roasted sweet potato, and when he touched it lightly, the outer layer of coke shattered, and after peeling off the coke, only the thumb-sized meat was left, and the sweet potato was roasted. It doesn’t matter if it’s scorched, 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 coke sweet potatoes. At this time, eating sweet potatoes is much better than eating Uncle’s cabbage and green vegetables. .

“Master and Muyu haven’t returned yet?”

It’s said that he didn’t want to eat it. It was only because of Uncle An’s face. He could only play a role as a master. He took a bold bite of cabbage and stir-fried vegetables, and then swallowed it without chewing. The earthy smell and the burnt smell of cabbage stay in the mouth for too long, and it won’t be uncomfortable for an hour.

Uncle An’s cabbage and stir-fried vegetables can be made into a disaster dish, and his cooking skills can be imagined.

“We’re here, hungry, hungry.” Mu Yu rushed in and saw that the tableware and chopsticks were all prepared for him, and he was overjoyed. He picked up the green vegetables and sent them to his mouth.

Then it’s time to spray rice.

“Am I making it difficult to eat?” Uncle An looked at Muyu meaningfully, making Muyu shudder.

“No, it’s delicious, it’s delicious.” Mu Yu felt that this time did not seem to be a good time to tell the truth. Uncle An’s crippled face always made Mu Yu uncomfortable. He smiled and clipped the green vegetables that were sprayed out. In his mouth, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and chewed with tears while saying, “It was just too hot, too hot…”

Everyone despised Muyu, and then quickly nodded and praised the delicious food. Uncle An’s majesty in the martial arts is only as good as the head. The head is usually approachable, and Uncle is a very old-fashioned person, so no one dares to provoke him.

Feng Haochen came in after a while, but when he came in, he carried a plate of fried meat with attractive color, which made everyone else’s eyes bright, and suddenly felt that his master was the best person in the world. The living fairy is alive, saving the suffering and the bodhisattva.

“Eat!” Feng Haochen looked at the poor children and smiled.

“Go south, we will deal with the brothers together.” Lan Linger said.

“Okay!” Nodded south.

Muyu didn’t understand what this meant, and then Lan Ling’er and the south said that the chopsticks of three people had already fought over the plate. They looked like they had never eaten enough. The chopsticks were intertwined above the plate. Yan Yi was able to deal with both Xiang Nan and Lan Ling’er. He already had a lot of meat in his bowl. Mu Yu also wanted to join, but his chopsticks were flicked out as soon as he reached it. The other three were all self-cultivated, and their strengths were naturally different. Muyu realized that if he had no skill in this sect, he would not be able to eat even his meals, empty and Miaomiao muttered, because they could not participate in this table. fighting.

Feng Haochen stretched out his chopsticks calmly, and calmly clamped the two of Kongkong and Miaomiao in the fight between the three, and then also understandably Muyu clamped a little, and finally clamped it in his bowl. Point, the rest is the daily battle of these three. Uncle An ate his own food calmly and let them fight.

Mu Yu felt that she should be more upset. In this pitiful school, it’s really impossible not to work hard.