MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 22

The next day, Cheng Qian shocked the Fuyao group by staying with Yan Zhengming to learn the spell.

A group of brothers surrounded him, and invariably they all asked the same question: "What? Can you breathe in?"

Cheng Qian rubbed his ears, but he couldn't help but feel complacent at first, but he hadn't waited for Qiqing to get on his face. He was already shocked by the thought, thinking of the long and boundless path of practice, he poured himself a large basin of cold water and calmed his mind.

He was not insulted, and nodded arrogantly, saying quietly, "Well, it's a start."

The disciples heard this, and the response was mixed.

Among them, the most normal one is Li Yan.

Li Ye cannot be said to be unwise, and he has always been arrogant and clever. If he stays on the other side and still creates his own gameplay, he will not be a stupid person, that is, he is not attentive in business, and he has learned a sword. After finally not playing with toads, I became hooked on playing with bugs.

However, he never expected that one of his classmates who started one year later would start one step by himself, and his face and heart would not taste for a while. Li Yan silently put away his own cricket cage, cricket cage ... and a bottle of insect wine with unknown functions. After finishing the sword that day, he went back to work hard, and he didn't bother to hang around with Han Yuan.

Mu Chun was very pleased to see it, knowing that Li Zhi would be uncomfortable for a while, and would be sad for anyone who changed, but it was only for a moment that Cheng Qian's spurring effect on him was lasting.

Unfortunately, Master had not finished his consolation, and he found out that only Li Zhi, a martial artist, had grown up.

For example, Han Yuan, who is being tortured by the small-scale door regulations, has no feeling.

Since Han Yuan has listened to Li Zhi's ghost talk and returned from a day trip to the Valley of the Demon, he has lightened his heart for pursuing his sense of anger, and has only devoted himself to eating, drinking, and having fun.

He thought, what anxiety? Life is short, I will play for a few years before talking about it.

At this time, seeing that Cheng Qian, who started with him, was able to breathe into the body, instead of envying and jealous, Han Yuan was very grateful and patted Cheng Qian's shoulder and said, "Oh, you have to add classes, you The hard days are coming! "

So Han Yuan was picked up by the master with a wooden sword and thrown out of the mission hall.

And his first apprentice of the town, Yan Zhengming looked at a table beside him, put an identical hourglass, and said with some emotion: "I first practiced sword for four years. Has a sense of anger, has it been a year since the introduction of small coins? "

Mu Chun thought that the young master was stimulated and was ready to work hard.

Who knows that Yan Zhengming just sighed casually, and immediately laughed with an eyebrow, pretending to say: "Three masters, in the future, we can also‘ reciprocate each other ’like learning scriptures.”

Cheng Qianpi replied with a smile: "Do you want to add two more milk cakes with me to do your spell practice? Brother, don't dream."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

By the way, this little **** has always regarded him as a humanoid key to the floor! Now he can go by himself, and he has no value for the keys!

What is the dignity of the big brother?

During the first spell lesson, the master gave Cheng Qian a knife and a wooden sign. There were two lines above and below the wooden sign, one inch wide between them. What he had to do in this period was on the wooden sign with the scale on it. Make an inch-long vertical mark.

"It will be a bit of resistance at first," Master said. "Don't be afraid. Take your time, your master has made an inch-long mark, and it has been a little hard for half a year."

Yan Zhengming coughed awkwardly, and felt that he was not enough as a role model.

It wasn't until the first sword fell that Cheng Qian understood that the amulet was not so easy and engravable.

He noticed very early that the carving knife used by the brothers to learn spells was not an ordinary wood carving knife, and the knife itself had a clear charm, which was only for beginners.

Cheng Qianjing has read upstairs. People who are new to spells will not link their power with spells, so they need such an auxiliary tool to get started.

It seems that this entry tool is not easy to match. The moment the knife tip fell on the wood, Cheng Qian felt that the carving knife in his hand had become a huge vortex, and the whole body's strength seemed to be drawn out by it.

He was startled, and the hand holding the knife instinctively paused. With this pause, the knife could no longer move forward on the wood for half a minute.

Cheng Qian looked intently, leaving only a light scratch on the wood.

Mu Chun did not tell Cheng Qian's charm in advance that the stroke of the spell could not be broken or stopped. He had to do it in one go, otherwise he would lose all his strength. At this time, he saw that he had eaten the bitterness of the knife, then moved his steps and walked slowly, intending Point out his previous mistakes.

When he taught Yan Zhengming, he also liked to use this "post-mortem" method, because he thought it would make them remember a little bit more clearly.

But the real person is really a chronic child, probably because his steps are too anxious. Before the real person of Mu Chun has slipped to reach Cheng Qian, the boy has clenched the knife in his hand, and straightened the second knife firmly.

The carving knife once again consumed his whole body's strength madly, Cheng Qian meditated in his heart, mobilized his initial sense of energy, and worked hard to sink the surrounding aura into the sea of ​​gas, and then went up his arm.

It's a pity that although Cheng Qian got the trick, after all, he just started, even if he can draw air into the body, he can only draw a very limited amount.

The first thing that felt wrong was the legs and feet. Cheng Qian seemed to be walking non-stop to walk eighteen thousand miles. One pair of feet was numb at first, and then the inexplicable soreness gradually showed between the bones and bones. Deeply numb, in the end, he could barely feel his legs.

Followed by the waist, if it wasn't for Cheng Qian's freeing up a hand and holding the table, his waist would have almost no support, and his back would start to hurt like a needle, his heart was beating wildly, and his back spine It's like being bent by something invisible.

Last is the head.

When people are extremely drowsy, they will have confusion and hallucinations. Cheng Qian could not hold the carving knife in his hands several times midway—and even then, when he looked down, he found that he was still an inch longer than Master ’s request. There is a half distance.

Cheng Qian was a little dazzled, and that feeling was very indescribable. It seemed as if he ran for twenty laps around the foot of Fuyao Mountain at this moment, exhausted from head to toe.

No wonder his cowardly master always sits in front of the amulet, struggling to scratch his ears and rest upset.

Ke Qianqian was born without knowing what was called "progressive" and what was meant by "stop by".

The harder it is, the more he can excite all the excitement and toughness in his bones. The knife made a squeak "squeak" on the wood. Every time he moved forward, Cheng Qian felt he was exhausted, but immediately He can always grit his teeth and push the blade down by one point on the edge of the mountain.

Just as he felt the illusion that his blade was about to reach the end, an adult's hand pinched his wrist indiscriminately.

The knife slammed on the table, Cheng Qian's hands softened, and the tight muscles were difficult to relax for a while and shivered uncontrollably.

Mu Chun held him in one hand and reached his back with one hand. Cheng Qian's eyes turned black, and he easily stopped by grabbing Master's sleeves. Then he felt a gentle warmth on his back. On the limbs, the warm flow passed, and his numbness and stiffness seemed to be pricked again and again by countless cattle hair needles.

Cheng Qian was sweating all over, so he suffered a lot of ants to burn his heart. He caught his breath in his chest for a long time, and then he breathed too fast. He burst out a heartbreaking cough.

Mu Chun patted his back with a distressed grief, and kept saying, "You child, you child ..."

Yan Zhengming, who had been repairing her nails for a long time while holding a knife, had not started to get into the subject, and was stunned.

Yan Zhengming said bluntly, "Bronze coins, you ..."

He "you" for a long while, but he didn't find the right word, and finally he said, "What are you ... so fierce?"

After a long while, Cheng Qian slowed down. Mu Chun released him and pulled the wooden sign out of his hand. He stared at the vertical mark with a complicated look—the first paragraph was fairly flat, and he could see that he had no You know the tricks of the spell, but you can see that you quickly lose your strength. The second half is skewed like a gossamer. Obviously, the process is exhausted where the potential is less than half an inch. When it was shallow, it was almost disconnected in many places, but it was never broken. Not only did it not break, he would not give up the knife if he did not interrupt it by himself.

Is this a dead heart on the chest?

Mu Chun was a little bit scared, and he found that it was a big mistake to regard Cheng Qian as Yan Zhengming's teaching, and almost caused trouble.

The initial spell practice was actually boring and harsh, because basically they would not be taught to carve anything useful, but the disciples who were inducted into the body by the knife were used to exercise the meridians to widen.

Widening the meridians is not a comfortable experience, and you have to exhaust the little energy that they can just stay in the sea.

But this is like stretching the muscles. You can practice every day without interruption, but you rush down to the end, or you may break the muscles.

When Master Yan first came into contact with the wooden sign, he basically stabbed a hole in the wood with the tip of the knife, and began to scream for pain in his hands, pain in his legs, pain in his buttocks, and his mouth seemed to be about to pass away soon, It's full of vitality-life and death will not touch the spell again.

Mu Chun had no choice but to take him for more than two months, before he barely brought him into the door.

Even now, he sometimes asks this big apprentice to go back and do some spell-casting exercises, but the goods are just scratched on a wooden board with a peeling knife-don't know as a master.

The real figure of Mu Chun sank his face, first glanced at Yan Zhengming who was unknown, and then asked Cheng Qiandao, "Have you been to Jinglou?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Mu Chun was sitting on Cheng Qian's table, looking down at the unknown little cub: "Look ahead, what else?"

Cheng Qian didn't dare to say a word.

"I think about Gongfa, swordsmanship, mind, Baijiayan, and maybe ..." Every word of Mu Chun's real person, Cheng Qian's head is lower. Master turned half of the table, and thin lips were ruthless. Spit out two words, "Magic?"

Cheng Qian jumped heartily: "Master, I ..."

Mu Chun stared at the small hairpin above his head, waiting to see him deny or startle cry.

Who knew that the boy didn't deny it, and didn't mean to urinate, he stood for a while, confessing softly: "I was wrong."

Mu Chun didn't believe Cheng Qiann really regretted: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Sure enough, it is not sincere.

Yan Zhengming looked a little unbearable beside him. As the brothers ’feelings grew deeper, the abominations of his three brothers were also covered. He sometimes hated to kill Cheng Qian, but he could always forgive him quickly. He, because he felt that Cheng Qian was like a wary and grumpy little wolf cub, he would give a bite when he was in a hurry, but if he looked closely, it was always only a tooth print. He knew in his heart who was good to him. Just pretending to be fierce, he is always careful not to hurt others.

Yan Zhengming said, "Master, you can't blame him. I brought him in. There is no entertainment on the mountain. I want to find a few free books to coax my brother ..."

Mu Chun real person: "Will you see the introduction of charms when you read the free book?"

Yan Zhengming: "The unintentional encounter."

Mu Chun's real person lifted his eyelids: "Arguing, are you you?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He had no idea whether Master scolded Cheng Qian or scolded himself.

Mu Chun sighed and looked at Cheng Qian carefully, feeling that she would continue to teach like this. I am afraid that she will not only look like Zi Peng's father, but she may become her grandfather in a few days.

He beckoned to call Qian Qian, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. He wanted to be more severe, but he didn't succeed, but he seemed a little deep.

"In the nine-story building, there are three thousand avenues predecessors walked on," Mu Chun said. "Have you ever been to the penultimate floor? Definitely not, because there is nothing you find useful-there is a record of my help Send the roads of many ancestors and the end result ... Or in the end, you are looking for your own way, and I hope that you will not choose the most difficult one. "

Cheng Qian seemed to understand, but felt that the warning was heavy and abnormal, and he nodded involuntarily.

Then in such a seemingly incomprehensible, they were both punished thirty times by the kind master.

The unlucky master, he seemed to be sitting by the teachers and brothers all the time. 2k novel reading network