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It took Lu Wanfeng a while to recognize who this girl was. He squatted down slightly, and said with a smile, "Qiu Yu still recognizes me? I haven't seen you for a few years, and my sister has become more and more delicate!"

The little girl also smiled, her eyes were curved into emei moons, and there were still a few gaps in her closed mouth, but she didn't think it was ugly, on the contrary, she looked more cute.

"Brother Wanfeng, Qiuyu has been waiting for you for a long time, did you bring candy this time?"

Lu Wanfeng shook his head regretfully, "No, maybe I haven't been out on the street for a long time."

Ling Qiuyu lowered her head sadly, her small mouth was pouted, feeling extremely wronged.

"Oh, don't cry," Lu Wanfeng frantically comforted the little girl, pinched her face, and promised, "Next time I have a chance, I will definitely buy you a whole pack of nougat fudge!"

The little girl's eyes were red, and two tears were about to fall, which made people feel very distressed.

The person next to him coughed, and said slightly reproachfully: "Qiu Yu, don't make trouble for no reason, how can you beg for food from others like you."

Ling Qiuyu pursed her lips, rushed over and hugged Qin Chuhan's waist, rubbed her head, raised her head up and said coquettishly: "Brother Chuhan, I heard mother said that a few days are the days to go down the mountain for shopping..."

Two pairs of tear-wet eyelashes flickered, and big watery eyes looked at him pitifully. Qin Chuhan changed his usual indifference and distance, squatted down and laughed dumbly and said, "You have to be good these few days, and then I will Consider it."

Ling Qiuyu was still twisting and acting coquettishly, but at this time two people crowded over the steps, one left and one right surrounded her.

"Sister Qiuyu!"

"You are... Brother Cheng, Brother Ze!"

Lu Cheng and Lu Ze talked to each other enthusiastically, the little girl was so teased that she immediately forgot all about what happened just now, and was dragged down the ashram to play around.

At this moment, only Lu Wanfeng and Qin Chuhan were left in front of the school.Lu Wanfeng patted his face. He was secretly stared at by the twins just now. He was not in the mood and didn't want to stay here any longer. "

Qin Chuhan let out an "um", stared at his back for a while before leaving.

The Taoism class in the afternoon was themed on observation and discussion, showing how to practice immortal arts. The Ling family mastered the lyre, pressed and plucked the strings, and spiritual power was poured into the strings. Every note and note was endowed with great power. Everyone in the Ling family Sitting in a row and playing the piano, the sound of the colorful piano is like an invisible blade piercing the snow and piercing the clouds.

After the performance of piano skills, it was time to perform sword skills, but this sword skill was supplemented to the end, not as dazzling as the piano skills, and slightly inferior to the main sword of the Lu family.

Practice essentials, martial arts skills, Ling Shanghuan explained one by one the unique methods of evening drums and morning bells. It took more than an hour after the two rounds, but it was much more interesting than the boring lessons in the morning.

"Speaking of which, it's better for each of the Ling and Lu sects to compete with each other in terms of techniques, so that we can compare each other's strengths and weaknesses and learn from each other's strengths."

After listening to the Lu family's disciples all looking at each other, it was the first time that they understood the Ling family's qin and sword skills. ahead?

"I come!"

Lu Cheng and Lu Ze eagerly came out of the queue, gearing up and arguing over who should go first. They occasionally glanced at Ling Qiuyu who was standing next to Ling Shanghuan, but they were stopped when they were about to pass Lu Jianglin who was standing in the front row.

"Let me go."

The twins stopped abruptly, looked at each other, frowned and retreated obediently.

In this competition, the Lu family will be the team leader, and the Ling family will send Qin Chuhan accordingly. The eldest son will face the first disciple, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will not lose face.

Lu Wanfeng knew that he couldn't show his skills, so he wouldn't do such a shameful thing. He had already quietly moved to the back of the crowd to reduce his presence, and yawned uninterestedly.

Lu Jianglin was the same age as Qin Chuhan, standing in the middle of the dojo, at first glance he was about the same height, and his sword and piano were evenly matched, but upon closer inspection, Qin Chuhan was cold and lonely, and he didn't look sideways, while Lu Jianglin's gentle and frugal appearance was still the same. Lost a bit from the aura.

Martial arts sparring, the emphasis is on exchanges and learning, between the fights, Qin Chuhan only used his Li Mengqin, and mostly focused on defense. Lu Jianglin held the Runyu long sword and tried repeatedly. The two spent a long time, and Lu Jianglin began Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his breath became unsteady.

The Lu family's swordsmanship is flexible, but now they can't grab any advantage in front of Qin Chuhan.

As time passed, Lu Jianglin's desire to win became more and more urgent. Lu Jianglin's rhythm gradually became chaotic. Seizing the gap, he leaned out sideways while spinning and thrusting his sword. The defensive neck was exposed.

A lingering sound played, Qin Chuhan did not hide at all, calmly watched the long sword stabbing in front of his eyes, and cut off a strand of Lu Jianglin's ponytail hair first.

The broken hair is floating down, and the victory has been divided.

Qin Chuhan turned his back away from Mengqin, took a step back, bowed and said, "Accept."

Lu Jianglin stared dazedly at the strand of hair falling to the ground, his face turned pale. After a while, he put his sword back into its sheath, bowed back and said, "I've been taught."

At the end of the competition, the two disciples sat around Ling Shanghuan and listened to his analysis of the performance of the two during the confrontation just now. "The sword is a one-handed weapon, and the coordination of offense and defense is indispensable. Nephew Lu's every move has the demeanor of his senior brother back then, but he needs to be calmer, and don't get confused when he meets a tough opponent."

Everyone saw this, Lu Jianglin lowered his head slightly, and said blushingly: "Uncle Ling is right."

Ling Shanghuan nodded, looked at his apprentice again, and said with a little reproach: "You have a good tactic, and you are not chaotic in the face of danger, but the last method of lore puts you in a dangerous situation. If one day you meet someone who will fight with your life, Fear of danger."

Qin Chuhan agreed in a deep voice: "I would like to follow Master's instruction."

"In this competition, both of them have demonstrated skills beyond their age. This is very worthy of recognition, but in a real life-and-death confrontation, in addition to skills, they must also have the ability to respond calmly..."

After the analysis, there will be a long theory, from the first slanting of the scorching sun to the sunset and the western mountains, the evening drums and morning bells cool down late at night, and a group of people wrap their clothes tightly in the cold wind and shiver.

Everyone shouted endlessly in their hearts, and finally waited until the class was dismissed.

On the way back to Dianxiangju, Lu Chenglu Ze was surrounded by several disciples from the same school, and he cursed: "I'm just an idiot, I have to go up, make a fool of myself, shame..."

What they said was without any scruples, and those who walked behind could hear it clearly, let alone Lu Jianglin who walked in front of them, but he seemed not to have heard it, and he didn't turn his head back, his back straightened as if he was forcing it under his own hands. Depressed strings, the lingering sound trembles but can't move.

The disciples who were walking outside to keep out the wind didn't dare to answer the words, so they could only say: "This Qin Chuhan is too merciless, relying on himself as a student aid, he won't let anyone else, my mother isn't as good as him Long-winded and annoying..."

Lu Wanfeng was still walking behind the crowd, listening to their conversation, was it enough for Qin Chuhan to save face during the mind test?But the knock on my desk in the school was a bit... embarrassing, but after all, I dozed off, and Qiandui Xueshang went back to accompany me to climb the mountain on purpose!

He came to the conclusion that Qin Chuhan was actually a good person.

"It's just a wild child who became a monk halfway, and I don't know what Ling Shanghuan is interested in him."

The discussion was still going on, the twins suddenly sneered, Lu Wanfeng paused when he heard the words, his careless face instantly frosted, and the eyes staring at Lu Cheng and Lu Ze turned cold.

At night, when the snow was blowing everywhere, Lu Wanfeng quietly got up while everyone was asleep, stood by the edge of the window in the next room for a while, and then poked countless holes in the pasted window paper.

After doing this, he went back to his room in relief, wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep warmly.

The next morning, Lu Cheng and Lu Ze were in the yard cursing and pointing at their windows and shouting who did it. No one dared to say anything. In the end, they had to go to morning class wrapped in two layers of jackets and played all morning sneeze.

Lu Wanfeng's mood this day could not be described as unhappy, he even couldn't help laughing a few times, fearing that he would be found out.

After the whole day's lessons, the disciples of the Lu family discussed going to take a bath in the ice-free spring on Taixu Peak.

Jiangquan City, where the Lu family lives, is not as extremely cold as the Kunlun Highlands. It is hot most of the year, and bathing is essential every day. Although the evening drums and morning bells come, this habit is still there, and I always feel uncomfortable if I don’t wash it.

A group of people came to the spring pool and found that several Ling family members were scooping up water. Seeing a group of people suddenly approaching the pool, Ling family disciples hurriedly filled the water and carried it away.

Someone muttered while undressing: "It's really boring to avoid this place after taking a bath."

The non-frozen spring on Qiyun Peak is divided into two invisible halves by the polished rocks. Men and women each use one spring. The heating is transpiring. The almost natural pool along the mountain wall and the snow bamboo rime form an excellent scenery.

It's a pity that the spring builder's intentions were almost useless, and the disciples on the peak never took a collective bath in the pool.

Lu Wanfeng followed suit, and since he climbed thousands of piles of snow yesterday, he felt sweaty all over his body. Although the temperature had already dried up the moisture, the stickiness on his body was still there.

The water in the pool was waist-deep, warm, clear and steaming. He was sitting alone in a small corner of the pool.

Similar to him is Lu Jianglin who sits in the crowd but just smiles and says nothing.

Koizumi Pool is like a cracked wooden box, the light from the gap divides the box into two completely different worlds.

But at the age of ten or so, freshness is great, and it is a rare experience to be shirtless in the freezing weather. They obviously don't feel any difference between this place and the big bathhouse in Jiangquan City, laughing and lively in the pool , rubbed and teased each other, and then simply licked the water and had fun.

Mirror light soup spring, white water flying rainbow, Lu Wanfeng's heart itch unbearably, his eyes sparkled, but he didn't move for a moment, his heart was very clear-these people would not have fun with him.

The other one was Lu Jianglin, who was sitting as firmly as Mount Tai. He looked at the crowd playing with an old-fashioned look, and in a blink of an eye, he saw his younger brother who isolated himself, and finally couldn't bear it, so he called softly: "Second brother."

Lu Wanfeng regained his composure and didn't go. Instead, he slid down in embarrassment, half of his face submerged in the pool blowing bubbles.