[Shuangyang] Swordsman

Yi Lingling really started teaching Chuanhan how to practice swords.

Although Chuanhan has a foundation, it is not solid.Yi Lingling taught him for three days, and found that although the young man's kung fu was not as good as fists and legs, he was still just a great dancer at the entrance of the village, and it was really difficult to achieve something in the short term.He himself is a heavenly genius, seeing this, he felt that the apprentice should not be too bad, so he inevitably increased the intensity when teaching him, and let him practice seven out of twelve hours a day.

Chuan Han didn't say a word about it, and even added training by himself, consciously squatting in a corner after the daily sword practice, facing the moss and climbing vines, doing a horse stance or standing on his head.

He practiced diligently, exercised a lot, and naturally his appetite began to increase.After Yi Lingling saw that he ate five steamed buns the size of his own fist in one meal, he realized later that he had found a oil bottle for himself, and this oil bottle was a waste of money.

But what's the matter, although this apprentice's name is not right, he accepts everything, so let's make do with it.

Spring goes and autumn comes, five or six months pass in the blink of an eye.Yi Lingling followed his colleagues who joined the WTO to do some fortune-telling by copying books, but they didn't starve to death anyway.And Chuan Han's swordsmanship has also gradually improved - he is indeed a genius who does not lose in the way of swords.

But he still didn't call out that master to Yi Lingling.

A few pieces of clothing were simply folded and packed in a bag.

The original owner came back from hiding the sword, although he also said that there are only two rooms in the courtyard, and he doesn't mind them continuing to borrow, but Yi Lingling still insists on saying goodbye.

He smiled and said, "I went down the mountain this time just to travel. If I stay in one place for a long time, it's more like enjoying myself."

The master couldn't keep them, so he arranged carriages and horses for them, and bought a table of food and wine to see them off. Also came with him was Senior Brother Chunyang who had been taking care of them both in Yangzhou.

It was also Chuan Han's first time drinking alcohol, and it didn't taste good.

But when he saw the thin blush on Yi Lingling's face after he drank a glass of wine, he also picked up the wine glass, and unconsciously drank three or four glasses.

He was finally helped to the carriage by several people.

The wine was treasured by Zangjian for many years, and it had a lot of stamina. Although Chuan Han only drank a few cups, he was still very uncomfortable, resting his head on the car door and closing his eyes.He heard Yi Lingling outside the car say goodbye to everyone with a light smile, and said: "I've been bothering you for a long time, children are ignorant and drink too much, I'll show you a joke... Hey, it's okay, I can take care of him, He's not just a kid."

After hearing this, Chuan Han slowly opened his eyes, expressionless.

He has passed his 17th birthday, and the only one who still treats him as a child is him as a cheap master.

But he is not a child anymore.

Yi Lingling shook out a map in the car, pointed to the north while the carriage was jolting, and tapped lightly on Cangyun Castle with his finger.

"Yanmen Pass." Chuan Han looked at him, "You are going to the border pass."

Yi Ling nodded, rolled up the map, and put it back in the package.

Chuan Han frowned: "Xi Ren and Khitan rebelled against Tang at the same time. The rebels were stationed outside the pass, and Cangyun stationed troops on the Great Wall. Now is the time when the rebels and the Tang army are at war. Why did you go to the border rashly?"

"Just for this."

"what?"

Yi Lingling looked at him calmly, and at that moment Chuan Han understood: "Are you going to the border to kill the enemy?"

Yi Ling smiled: "Why not."

"Are you crazy?" Chuan Han lowered his voice, "Now it's the season of white dew, when we arrive at Yanmen, it's already snowing heavily, and it's closed to freeze, are you going to die or suffer from the freeze?"

"It's all there." Yi Lingling said to him patiently, "I've thought about it for a long time, and the detachment of swordsmanship is always used when it is used. Now I just travel and do nothing, so I will never have it in this life. It is better to go to the battlefield, where there may be some improvement.”

He thought about it again, and said sincerely: "I know you also have a grudge against Langya, and you want to avenge your parents by learning swords from me. But the border is too cold, you are still young, and I have been practicing in the snowstorm of Mount Hua all year round. This is not a problem to me. You can get off the car in the next town, I will come back to find you in the spring of the next year, and then we will go to Chang'an to avenge your family."

The next one is Jinshui Town, which is thousands of miles away from Yanmen Pass. How could Chuanhan agree: "I'm not a child anymore! I will personally avenge my parents' revenge. Since you insist on going, then I will definitely go with you."

Yi Lingling still looked indifferent: "It's fine, I will take you by my side, and I can rest assured, lest you starve yourself to death."

Worried that he would starve to death, it was clear that he was still treating him like a child.The heart of a young man has been honed after both his parents died and he almost died under the hooves of the wolf's teeth, and he has matured beyond his age.Only Yi Lingling, maybe in his heart, he is still the child who was rescued by him in Chang'an Teahouse.

The young man bowed his head and said nothing, he thought, how could he prove that the fledgling, whose wings were already plump, could leave the nest and fly alone?

Their carriage was fast, and the generous hidden sword found them the best coachman and the best horse.In less than a month, they arrived at the edge of the Great Wall.

The north wind was strong, blowing with ice slag and snowflakes.The young man who was not very skilled was soon blushed all over his face, and he was about to ooze blood.Yi Lingling quickly took him into Guangwu City, and first found a random inn to settle down temporarily.

The charcoal was burning warmly in the house, Chuan Han threw his luggage on the bed and tidied up a bit, turned around and saw Yi Lingling opened the window a little, and was sitting at the table by the window reading a letter.

It was a reply letter sent by his master from Mount Hua, and it was handed over to him by his fellow disciples.Yi Lingling didn't open it when he got it, and said with a smile that his master was always talking about those few words, and he knew what he would write, so he didn't care if he didn't read it.

But the opening of the envelope didn't look like it was just opened, and the letter paper was slightly rough, as if it had been read many times.

Chuan Han thought about it slowly, only to realize that Ling Ling seemed to have said that he was an abandoned baby picked up by his master before his retirement, the youngest disciple of his master, and also the youngest disciple of Chunyang's generation.

The old Taoist priest loved him very much, brought him up with one hand, and taught him swordsmanship. He never used his hands for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. He also respected his master like a father for 20 years.

When he went down to Mount Hua, the only thing he worried about was his master.The old Taoist priest has passed his seventies, and his health has not been as good as before in recent years. Although he is still in good health, but the last disciple has left his side, so it is not reassuring to have no one to take care of him.

Chuan Han thought, he is also reluctant to part with his master, right?And the old Taoist priest in Huashan must also be worried about whether he is doing well at the foot of the mountain, but Yi Lingling said that he will not return to the mountain until he has proved the Dao.

His cheap master looks gentle and polite, but he is actually very conceited.He will not allow himself to have any failures, even if he is old or dies, he has never stopped to prove the Tao.

He looked at Yi Lingling, as if he wanted to wait for him to talk about the things on the mountain.Fengxuelunjian, Baihegusong, those trivial youth years, every time Yi Lingling mentioned it occasionally, he would listen very carefully, for fear of missing a little bit.

Because it was a time he had never known and never participated in.

He came too late, so he could only pick up grains of sand of time among the glowing fragments all over the floor, put them in the bottle above his heart, and slowly put together a complete Yi Ling Ling.

But Tianyi Lingling finally didn't say anything, but read the letter carefully, folded it up and put it in his arms.

They moved into Cangyun Castle the next day.

The letter of introduction was given by the brother from the same school in Yangzhou. The people from Cangyun didn't say anything after reading it, and arranged a separate room for the two of them, where they lived with various people from the rivers and lakes.

Now their identities have become "enthusiastic knights of the rivers and lakes".

Dozens of "enthusiastic knights in the rivers and lakes" lived in a row of houses. They all heard about Xi Ren and Khitan's pressure on the border recently, and came to the border to help Cang Yun guard the Yanmen Pass.

The fire at the door was boiling wine hotly, and a large group of people were chatting and laughing around the fire, drinking and drinking.But Chuan Han, who was really just passing by, was pulled over by a chivalrous man who looked like a beggar no matter how he dressed or spoke, and was forced to drink a bowl of water for the reason of warming his body.

The people next to him saw him drinking and applauded. A girl dressed in thousands of flowers was still blushing and handed him a small bowl of hangover soup.

When Chuan Han opened the door against the wind and snow, he saw Yi Lingling was sealing an envelope with the lamp on. He thought it was going to be mailed back to Huashan, so he walked over and said, "I'll take it out to the messenger."

Keyi Lingling shook her head and handed the letter to him: "You take it."

Chuan Han took the envelope, and it was clearly written the Dao name of Master Yi Lingling.

Yi Lingling got up and closed the door that was blown open by the wind, and said calmly: "Tomorrow I will go to the battlefield with Cang Yun."

When Chuan Han heard the words, he immediately understood what it meant.The thin letter instantly became a hot potato, and he threw it on the table.

He was afraid that he would not come back.

But why can't you come back?

Chuan Han looked outside the door: "They are going too? Then I should go too?"

There were cheers and laughter from the chivalrous men outside the door, as well as clinking glasses and fighting noises from time to time, but the light inside the door was dim and the atmosphere was gloomy.

Yi Lingling shook his head: "It's just me, two knights from the Tang Sect, and a few Cangyun soldiers."

Tangmen.

Chuan Han's brows tightened even more: "You guys are going to scout for information."

Moreover, it is necessary to go deep into the enemy's camp to use Tangmen disciples who are good at lurking and assassination, and Chunyang who is the best in martial arts with lightness kung fu.This pure yang is a bait, and only with peerless lightness kung fu can he escape.

The risks are self-evident.

Yi Lingling didn't speak, just picked up the letter that Chuan Han had lost and handed it to him.

After some stalemate, Chuan Han finally kept the letter on his body, but still insisted: "I want to go with you."

"You are a child, you haven't learned the lightness kung fu well, and you can't spy on information, what are you going to do?" Yi Lingling smiled and stretched out his hand to touch his head, then withdrew his hand under Chuanhan's extremely unhappy eyes.

He found that the child was already taller than himself.

It's been less than a year since I picked it up. At that time, I was still a thin boy, dragged behind a horse like a bigger monkey, but it turned out to grow so fast.

Yi Lingling suddenly understood the gratifying gaze of his master at his coming-of-age ceremony.

He patted the boy on the shoulder, and was about to pack up and go to sleep, when he passed by, he heard the boy's slightly dry voice.

"Then... When you come back this time, can I call you Master?"

Even at the age, if I have distracting thoughts in my heart and I can't break my heart, I am not worthy of accepting people as disciples.

Then wait for you to prove the Dao, and I will call you Master again.

Yi Lingling stopped in his tracks, tilted his head slightly and thought about it seriously, then smiled again and said, "I think it should be fine."