Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

"Xianjun, are you here?" Mu Chuihan pretended to have just discovered Ye Tingjiang, opened his eyes slightly, and spoke with surprise.

"Is your injury healed? Why are you practicing swordsmanship here early in the morning?" Ye Tingjiang let go and asked lightly.

"Mmmm." Mu Chuihan nodded, with a cute smile on his face: "Xianjun takes care of me like this every day, and I've recovered. I'm afraid I forgot the swordsmanship of the outer sect, so I want to hurry up and review it. ."

"But I'm so stupid," Mu Chuihan said, bowing his head, and said in frustration, "It was obvious that I had memorized it well at the time, but I couldn't get it together if I didn't practice for a few days. Thank you Xianjun for teaching me."

When he said this, he tried his best to control his expression, for fear that Ye Tingjiang would see the clue of breaking his power in the middle. It wasn't that Mu Chuihan was incapable of lying, but when he said something that went against his heart at this level, he always felt uneasy in his conscience, and even insulted his qualifications that were rare in a thousand years.

If Suixing was here, he would have to accuse his master of being too shameless again.

Ye Tingjiang is not good at comforting people, but only said: "God rewards hard work, as long as you are willing to work hard."

Mu Chuihan looked up at Ye Tingjiang: "Did Xianjun also learn this sword technique back then?"

"Naturally." Ye Tingjiang said: "This is a compulsory course for the Sword Cultivator of the Immortal Sect."

"How long did Xianjun study at that time?" Mu Chuihan asked curiously.

Ye Tingjiang was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said, "I practiced the sword day and night at that time."

"Yeah." Mu Chuihan responded, waiting for Ye Tingjiang's next words.

"I practiced for two days and two nights in total." Ye Tingjiang paused, but out of the opponent's insistence, he still gave an answer.

Mu Chuihan praised in his heart that Jun Tingyun was truly talented, and this speed was almost the same as when he was practicing swordsmanship when he first entered the Dao. But there was a very complicated expression on his face, and there was a bit of frustration and inferiority behind the deep reverence.

He whispered: "Xianjun's talent is extraordinary, do you think that I am hopeless?"

"No." Ye Tingjiang encouraged: "It's good that you are diligent. Although the five yin fusion body is troublesome, it is easy to cultivate. If you have difficulty in practicing swords, it is better to find another way."

To sum up, smart people have to learn to give up.

Mu Chuihan shook his head, gritted his teeth and insisted: "Xianjun, I want to enter the swordsmanship!"

Ye Tingjiang euphemistically said: "Everyone has to find a suitable path, and kendo may not be suitable for you. If you enter kendo for me, you don't have to. Have you ever studied medicine and music?"

"No." Mu Chuihan denied it against his heart: "I am not only because of Xianjun, but I really like swordsmanship. Xianjun, you say that, do I really have no hope?"

After he finished speaking, the end of his eyes was already red, and he was about to burst into tears.

Having said all that, Ye Tingjiang will not persuade people to quit. He nodded and said, "If you like it, go on. Diligence can make up for your clumsiness."

Mu Chuihan nodded solemnly and promised: "Xianjun, I will! But, can Xianjun teach me more?"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the wooden sword in his hand and looked at Ye Tingjiang expectantly.

Ye Tingjiang was silent again.

Without waiting for a response, Mu Chuihan was extremely embarrassed, and said to himself, trying to break the stalemate: "As expected, I'm still too stupid..."

"It's not like that." Ye Tingjiang is not a naturalistic person, he explained: "I haven't taught anyone. When the disciples came over, Xiaoyou accompanied them."

He added: "It's just that Xiaoyou has been missing these days, otherwise it would be best for him to take you to practice swordsmanship."

Mu Chuihan said: "Xiaoyou was playing with the little bandit recently. The bandit is a cat I picked up in the back mountain, and there is usually no one to accompany it. These days are very happy, and I also want Xiaoyou to accompany him more. it."

Ye Tingjiang thought about it and said, "Yes, usually Xiaoyou always thinks it's boring on the peak. It's rare that he likes cats, so it's better to let him play more."

Mu Chuihan then took a step back and pleaded: "Xianjun doesn't need to teach me, just watch me practice swords from the side, and occasionally give me a few pointers."

The young man stood in the middle of the courtyard, with a thin figure, recovering from his injury. The morning wind blew up the corners of his moon-white clothes, as if the wind was stronger, it could blow him down. This made his almost pleading look even more pitiful.

Ye Tingjiang couldn't bear to refuse anymore, let alone just let him stay by his side and give him a few words. He really should be responsible for a diligent disciple.

Ye Tingjiang said: "Okay."

Mu Chuihan immediately turned from sadness to joy, picked up the sword in his hand again, and made a gesture.

Next, he deliberately made a set of introductory swordsmanship to make mistakes.

It's not a big mistake, his movements are generally correct, but there are some deviations in the details. But it is such a slight deviation that makes a set of swordsmanship that should be heroic become soft and muddy.

While changing his swordsmanship, Mu Chuihan spurned himself inwardly. It's for the sake of men, everything is sacrificed.

But he knew in his heart that a sword cultivator like him and Ye Tingjiang was the most despised for this kind of mistake. Especially Ye Tingjiang, since the sword is crazy, after watching it for a long time, he can't help himself.

At this time, the benefits of being a sword cultivator are revealed. As long as Mu Chuihan used his own thoughts to speculate on Ye Tingjiang, he could guess eight | nine and ten.

At first, Ye Tingjiang was only limited to giving pointers. Hearing his words, Mu Chuihan corrected his actions and would never do it again.

It's just that in other places, it was right, but after practicing a few times, it became inexplicably wrong.

He worked hard and listened humbly to Jun Tingyun's opinion, but he was too stupid, what else could he do?

Ye Tingjiang saw that Fuyan had practiced swordsmanship several times, and a word popped into his mind, "Demolish the east wall to make up for the west wall".

After correcting one action, the young man will not draw inferences from one case, but more and more mistakes in other places. In this way, the mistakes and omissions seem to be endless.

Rao is Ye Tingjiang's belief in that hard work lives up to his expectations, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

While Mu Chuihan was practicing swordsmanship, he kept peeking at Ye Tingjiang's face. He felt that the time was almost up, the swordsmanship was coming to an end, and he began to count down in his mind "five, four, three..."

Sure enough, just after his "one" counted silently, Ye Tingjiang walked slowly across from him.

Mu Chuihan stopped his sword and said in fear, "Xianjun, what's wrong?"

Ye Tingjiang said, "I'll take you."

His train of thought once again coincided with that of Mu Chuihan. He also found a wooden sword and tried to lead him to comprehend swordsmanship by fighting with the boy.

Mu Chuihan smiled inwardly, he had long expected such an outcome.

This method worked quickly on Lin Xu, but he was far from satisfied with just fighting with Ye Tingjiang.

So Mu Chuihan did the opposite, and when Ye Tingjiang swung his sword, he pretended to be weak and couldn't catch the sword, his right hand trembled, and the wooden sword flew out of his hand.

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

He didn't think he was using too much force. Could it be that he is too unfamiliar with the level of the disciples who have not yet broken through and entered the Dao, so they have lost their importance?

Ye Tingjiang took a little more strength next time, but it was no surprise that Mu Chuihan didn't have the slightest bit of blocking power every time.

But he seemed to have used all his strength again, and his teeth were about to bite his lower lip.

Ye Tingjiang frowned and retracted his sword.

Like a frightened kitten again, Mu Chuihan asked cautiously, "Are you so disappointed in me?"

Ye Tingjiang let out a sigh of relief, walked around behind him, and held his right hand like at the beginning.

Their bodies were so close, Mu Chuihan could even feel the body temperature of the man behind him.

Because Ye Tingjiang couldn't see his face, his expression completely reproduced the pride in his heart.

Ye Tingjiang, who knew nothing, held his hand, starting from the first style, meticulously leading him to dance the sword.

Mu Chuihan completely relaxed his body and let Ye Tingjiang play with it. At the same time, he also gradually emptied his mind, and his thoughts slowly drifted to what color carpet should he use for his and Tingyun-jun's Dao Companion Ceremony in the future...

Ye Tingjiang's hands were warm and powerful, and Mu Chuihan only blamed the sword technique for too short a time, so he wished he could do it two or three times.

But he remained sober, knowing that Ye Tingjiang couldn't give him such a chance.

In the last move, the sword holder was supposed to rise up into the air and turn around to take out the sword.

Ye Tingjiang's other hand was firmly on Mu Chuihan's waist, and he jumped up with him.

Even in such an ambiguous posture, Ye Tingjiang's hands were still orderly, without a trace of affection.

However, Mu Chuihan's heart moved, and when the two of them were in the air, he suddenly let out a very light and cramped "Ah".

With the sound of the wind in his ears, Mu Chuihan no longer cooperated as before. Because of his fear, his free left hand couldn't help but waved, trying to grab something reliable.

He struggled in the air and turned around, wrapping his arms around Ye Tingjiang's neck.