Peach Blossoms

Since Chu Yin entered the sect, she also wanted to practice swords with all the senior sisters.

Because Chu Yin has just started, the head of the sect needs to teach her personally.

Chu Yin took a book of Qiuyan swordsmanship that the sect master had given her before, and followed the sect master into the courtyard where the sect master lived, where there was a large open space dedicated to instructing disciples to practice swords.

The door master picked up the sword that Chu Yin was carrying, and immediately used a set of Qiuyan swordsmanship.

The body is like a light goose, sometimes it takes off lightly, and sometimes it hovers around the ground, its swordsmanship is open and close, but it can attack and defend freely.

This was the first time Chu Yin saw the sect master using this set of Qiuyan swordsmanship.

This set of Qiuyan swordsmanship was adapted by the sect master from the Chu family's swordsmanship. Chu Hengying once used this set of Qiuyan swordsmanship to be recorded in Fenghua Records. Since then, the Qiuyan swordsmanship has become famous. , As long as you enter Zongyingmen, you can learn Qiuyan swordsmanship, which is also the reason why Zongyingmen has become one of the famous schools in a short period of time.

It's just... Chu Yin thought in her heart that the swordsmanship practiced by the sect master seems to be... somewhat different from the swordsmanship she saw the senior sisters practice...

"I believe you are familiar with this set of swordsmanship, why don't you show me a set."

Grandma didn't let her practice swords before. Although she memorized every move and style, it was the first time she held a real sword in her hand, and it was in front of the sect master. Chu Yin was a little timid.

The door owner looked at her with a smile, without urging her.

Chu Yin drew out the sword, just like in memory, there was some stagnation between the moves, but it was still coherent, the posture was flexible, and the movement was light.

Chu Hengying nodded again and again, with a satisfied look on her face.

"Very good... It's just that after I left the customs this time, I have another level of understanding of this sword technique. I changed it a little, and it's in the book I gave you. You go back and study it carefully and practice it carefully. , I will come to see you in another month."

Only then did Chu Yin go out with the sword book and the sword.

Chu Yin looked at the new Qiuyan swordsmanship book word by word, and tried to memorize it hard. It was only when she practiced the swordsmanship that she realized that it was really different from the previous swordsmanship. It seems that people made it up...

Chu Yin was puzzled and tried to practice a set of memories from the past, and the original Qiuyan swordsmanship was obviously smoother...

It must have been that she didn't understand enough.

Chu Yin reconnected with that set of sword techniques day and night, and after at least a month, she was able to use this set of sword techniques coherently instead of ostentatious moves.

Grandma was woken up by the sound of her practicing sword. In the courtyard, Ah Yin placed a wooden stake in the courtyard. The sword reflected on the moonlight, or chopping or chopping on the stake, and the sawdust flew. The sword strokes are integrated...

Grandma looked at it for a long time, and suddenly seemed to recall that in the past, the lady often practiced martial arts alone in the middle of the night... Ah Yin's figure seemed to overlap with the lady's figure at this time...

Grandma wiped her eyes, turned back and closed the door gently.

The January deadline is up.

The door master called Chu Yin to him again and asked her to practice the Qiuyan sword technique.

This time Chu Yin was very calm, her sword moves were coherent, her sword body was light and nimble, and even hinted at her strength, making her even more presentable.

Chu Hengying nodded again, couldn't help pulling out her Long Xiao, and fought with Chu Yin.

Chu Yin caught off guard and saw the door master stabbing with a sword. The door master's movements were much slower, as if he was feeding her on purpose. The sword moves are familiar by heart, Chu Hengying's unexpected attack, Chu Yin can find a way to crack it, Long Xiao and Feng Ming are indeed swords of love, and the two swords make a clear and pleasant sword sound when they touch each other. Ming Qingyue, Jian Guang are intertwined with each other, as if they are entwined...

In the end, Chu Hengying made a move of flying geese, and the sword fell from the sky. Chu Yin quickly blocked it, but Chu Hengying changed his move instantly, and the tip of the sword touched Chu Yin's throat, and did not make any further progress.

Chu Yin was dripping with cold sweat, but Chu Hengying put away her sword moves.

She said to Chu Yin: "You are very talented, but you are not diligent enough. In another month, I want you to defeat me with the Qiuyan sword technique."

To Chu Yin, this request from the sect master was like a fairy tale. No matter how hard-working a new student who had never practiced martial arts, how could he defeat the sect master within two months?

It may be that the door owner really thinks she is very talented, or it may be that the door owner really thinks she can do it...

Chu Yin went back and continued to practice swordsmanship.

The fight between her and the sect master was frequently recalled in her mind.

In the last move, the sect master saw Chu Yin's loopholes, so he used flying geese to attract her attention, but changed his sword technique in an instant...

The sect master wanted her to use it flexibly...

Consciously comprehending the sect master's intentions, Chu Yin understood the moves in the sword book word by word, and even started practicing sword again. With that set of sword skills, Chu Yin kept in touch with the wooden stakes in the courtyard day and night, and the wood Zhuang probably already memorized the sword moves.

Until Chu Yin had no more distracting thoughts in his mind, he was able to use his sword moves coherently.

It's January time.

The door owner waited early this time in the courtyard, and Chu Yin drew out his sword after saluting to the door owner.

Feng Ming seems to be really alive, Chu Yin has been practicing day and night during this period, and even the sword is a little bit closer to her, the soft sword is flexible and extremely difficult to control, but Feng Ming seems to have understood what Chu Yin is thinking , chopping and stabbing can be retracted freely.

The two started to move again. This time, the sect master was faster. Fortunately, Chu Yin was able to keep up. Long Xiao attacked from all directions, and Feng Ming could barely block it.

But just blocking, Chu Yin's cold sweat fell drop by drop, and was shattered and splashed by the sword light again. The sect master's Long Xiao pierced from the back, and Chu Yin only had time to turn around to block it. Only once, Long Xiao came from the other side The attack came, and every attack implied strength, which made Chu Yin's tiger's mouth numb when holding the sword.

Until he blocked the sect master's attack again, his wrist suddenly ached, and the sect master took Chu Yin's sword off.

Feng Ming was thrown to the ground crisply.

The door master frowned at her, "Why can't you even hold the sword steadily?"

Chu Yin held her wrists and knelt down.

"The disciple made a mistake."

The door master bent down to pick up Fengming, and handed it back to her.

"A sword is a good sword. You need to cherish it. Swordsmen regard their swords as their lovers and friends. Would you throw your lovers and friends on the ground?"

Chu Yin took Feng Ming with both hands and shook her head.

The door master said in her ear: "The sword has spirit. If you treat it well, it will listen to you. If you alienate it, it will alienate you. If you don't love it, even if you hold it in your hand, Nor will it be your sword."

Chu Yin's heart was shocked, and she looked up at the door master.

"The disciple understands that the disciple must practice hard in the future, and will not drop the sword on the ground again."

The door owner nodded, "That's very good, you will come again after one month."

It was another January appointment, and Chu Yin was willing to guide her many times just because she told herself that the sect master really valued her.

However, again and again like this, Chu Yin even began to doubt whether she was really not suitable for practicing swords, whether she really had no destiny for swords.

Chu Yin locked herself in the house and stared at Feng Ming for five days.

Except for Grandma who would come to deliver meals, Chu Yin never said a word to anyone.

When Mei Xiang came to see her, she could only see her sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at a sword in a daze...

It was already night when Chu Yin went out with Fengming again, the moonlight was just in time, Chu Yin drew out her sword, the sword reflected the moonlight, bright as a mirror reflected her eyes...

She slashed at the wooden post with a sword, and a piece of the wooden post was chopped off obliquely in an instant.

The Feihua Divine Art is so powerful, just pouring it into the sword has such great power...

However, Chu Yin naturally would not use Feihua Divine Kungfu in front of the sect master. According to the sect rules, members of the Zongying sect are forbidden to practice other sects of kung fu, and those who violate it will be expelled from the sect.

She stopped the internal energy circulating in her dantian, and looked at Feng Ming for a while.

She also practiced a whole set of Qiuyan swordsmanship under the moonlight. She has already mastered it by heart, but... just something is wrong.

She could clearly feel it, so she tried to practice the Qiuyan swordsmanship that she had secretly learned before, using the two sets in turn, and she gained a deeper understanding in her heart.

The period of January has come.

Chu Yin came to the sect master again, Fengming unsheathed, the sun was shining, the sword reflected the sun like the brightest mirror.

The door master made a move, Chu Yin moved to block, the door master hit Chu Yin's hands, waist, and legs, Chu Yin blocked them all with his scabbard, and attacked the door master with Feng Ming in the other hand, Chu Yin A bright reflection appeared beside Hengying's eyes, causing her to close her eyes and turn around to avoid it. Long Xiao was attacking her densely like torrential rain.

Chu Yin didn't even hide, and went up to meet Long Xiao. Feng Ming's sword was soft and thin, wrapping around Long Xiao's sword. After somersaulting in mid-air and turning around, Feng Ming stabbed at Chu Hengying's back again, Long Xiao came to block, but Chu Yin flexibly changed his moves, Feng Ming's sword was sharp enough to cut hair, and now he was about to stab at Chu Hengying's back. Chu Hengying's heart, but Chu Hengying didn't have time to stop...

Chu Yin's complexion changed drastically, and she quickly withdrew her moves. Long Xiao, who followed closely, entangled Feng Ming. Feng Ming was shaken away again. Chu Yin's wrist went numb, and Feng Ming fell to the ground with a crisp sound... ..

Chu Hengying's Long Xiao pointed at Chu Yin, "Are you afraid? What are you afraid of?"

Chu Yin couldn't answer.

"If you have fear in your heart, there will be loopholes."

"Feng Ming fell to the ground twice, you don't love your sword, you are not suitable for using a sword."

"Let's go to the sword hall to choose a knife, you are not Fengming's master."

Chu Yin stood up, dizzy for a moment, and staggered a few steps, but saw Ling Yufei smiling at her outside the door.

Good things don't go out, bad things spread far and wide, at this moment the disciples are whispering to each other and gathered in front of the sword hall, she just got Fengming from the sword hall three months ago, but now she wants to return Fengming.

The sword hall was as cold as ever, Chu Yin slowly hung Feng Ming on the west wall, and then took down a long knife from the other wall.

She didn't care about the style of the long knife, she was just a little sad that she was no longer Feng Ming's master.

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