The villain is too evil

The rooster crows to break the dawn, and the morning light is faint.

Baxu Yushan, which is full of magnolias, is covered with a curtain of white mist, thousands of butterflies are flowing, and the rolling curtains are falling down.

The earth is flat and safe, and the broken leaves are suddenly attacked and the dust is swept away.

Nangong Jin blocked Fuyan's attacking sword with his backhand pincers sword.This move has a strange momentum, the number of sword moves changes countless phantoms, the real is adulterated, it is difficult to distinguish the false from the real, and it is not all like the first 55 moves of Nangong Sword Art.

Nangong used his skills and spiritual power to deal with a kid in his early teens, which should have been effortless and time-consuming, but when he fought Fuyan, his breath was unstable, his swordsmanship was quite chaotic, and the wind and rain tilted wantonly, which made him a little powerless.

This kid's strength cannot be underestimated.Nangong's last move was to fight back, and to defuse the force of the whistling wind from Fuyan, he took a few steps back steadily and stood still.

Fuyan was pushed back more than ten meters, and her figure was a little messed up.

Although Nangong Jin was standing with neat clothes and hands behind his back in the victor's posture, in fact, the waves in his heart were like a tsunami passing through, causing many storms.

Xiao Nianzhi told him that Fuyan still couldn't digest the last layer of Nangong Mansion's Breaking the Sky sword technique, either she couldn't hold the sword stably, or she used too much force, her spiritual power was like a swimming dragon backlashing back.

At first, I thought it was just the inability of qi and strength to complement each other, which is common for beginners. Only after today's test did I realize that it has nothing to do with qi at all.

The Pokong Sword Art is a method of self-defense. It protects the body with purity. When practicing, one must maintain a pure heart, that is, have fewer desires and less desires, and even more, no desires and no desires.

That Fuyan did not know what kind of thoughts were hidden when she made the moves. The sharp and pure swordsmanship like the morning dew was demonized by him into nondescript clouds in the sky. , But when it comes to the last move, pure and evil cannot be tolerated, good and evil are different, and the two forces are in conflict. No matter who assimilates the other, it will not work, and no matter how powerful the comprehension ability is, it will not help here.

Nangong Jin put away his sword, his brows showed displeasure, and said: "How did you learn the sword technique? The moves are all wrong, you can do whatever you want, do whatever you want, master the previous moves with force, and then you will be able to fight against the enemy!" Not broken."

Fu Yan is very talented, he can finish what others have learned for months or even years in days, and he can also add his own things on top of it, so as to perfect it even better.

It's just that if we often do this, we ignore all kinds of incompatibility of water and fire, and the principle of harmony of yin and yang, which is counterproductive.

"Is there any problem?" He just couldn't learn the last trick, Nangong Jin said that he seemed to be wrong from the beginning.

"Pure to pure, all are pure, if the heart is not righteous, it will be useless to attack again." He used the technique of the golden book to urge spiritual power to shoot at the sword manual on the stone table, and put out the moves in it to surround the two people, and the state changed a thousand times , Every movement is clearly displayed in front of ordinary people.

"See clearly, the Poking Swordsmanship is a move to protect the body, you need to be as calm as the sea, without any evil intentions, to be able to rise steadily, instead of leaning towards others like you."

To put it simply, Fuyan's mentality is not correct, and she cannot practice at the highest level.

In pursuit of excellence in academics, Fu Yan did not draw swords against Nangong at this time, nor did she have to fight so hard that her eyes were split and they turned against each other.

He put away the long sword, carefully looked at the pattern shining with golden light, and said, "Do I need to start all over again?"

Nangong did not hide it from him: "If you want to learn, you must cut off your previous work and start over."

People who practice martial arts and Taoism are most afraid of starting from scratch, which means that the efforts of the previous years or decades are all in vain, and if they don’t get good results, they will be beaten back to their original shape, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

People's Congresses are creatures that cannot withstand criticism. When they are criticized, they either break down emotionally, or they don't recover from a setback.

Even if you have the holy book in your heart, you can't escape the shackles of fame and fortune.

Otherwise, why are there so many shortcuts in the world who take crooked and evil ways, hoping to fly to the sky, once and for all, and never suffer again.

But for Fuyan, these are just a few more days of swordsmanship practice, and the sky has not reached the point where the sky is gloomy, so his determination to start over from the beginning surprised Nangong.

How many people in the righteous way cultivate their own bright jade and dark stones, let alone people in the devil's way.

If he doesn't mind erasing everything, Nangong Jin has a little affection for him.

That being the case, he spared no effort to teach him.

"The first move of the sword is not to seek speed, but to seek stability. The method of holding the sword is different from the conventional one-handed sword. In many cases, the hilt of the sword is swept across the wrist, motivated by spiritual power, and the sword moves to build a wall to resist everything."

The Pokong Sword Art is only fierce in its name, but in fact it is gentle as water. Sometimes outsiders don't understand why such a gentle and water-like sword art has such a murderous name.

Nangong Mansion is located in the heart of gossip, surrounded by mountains, and the heart of magnolia. It is the softness that overcomes the rigidity, and the rigidity is also rigid. The time is not over.

Of course, the swordsmanship of Nangong Mansion does not know the kind of piercing through the void. In the bookshelves on the first floor of Guangzangshu Pavilion, from the first to the eighteenth hidden compartments, there are several sword manuals in each hidden compartment. For different stages of spiritual power, practice different swordsmanship. It varies from person to person, and not all of them are learned.

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Every move, every style, soaked in time, every leaf and every flower, witnesses the progress.

The two sometimes exchanged moves, sometimes corrected their sword positions, one big and one small, one tall and one short, they were surprised to see that they were brothers and sisters.

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Gan Sui leaned on the door frame and peeked out secretly, but he only caught sight of Fu Yan for a few seconds, then shrank his head quickly, extremely shy.

But she couldn't help it, and after hiding for less than half a second, she stretched her head out to take a look again.

After Xiao Nianzhi's lunch break was over, she walked out of the room refreshed, and immediately saw the cunning Kansui.

This little girl was dropped by the head of Baicaotang to take care of her. She was an orphan picked up in the village at the foot of the mountain. Her parents' whereabouts were unknown. She was more energetic and had the ability to soothe the heart, so she was retained, and Baicaotang gave her the name Gansui, wishing her a healthy growth.

A few days ago, the head of Baicao Hall wanted to go out for a trip to gather herbs, and it was inconvenient to take the seven-year-old girl with her, so she asked Xiao Nianzhi to look after her for a while, and it was fine to give her food and drink.

From the first day this girl came, Xiao Nianzhi knew that this girl would be a big deal when she grew up, she would definitely be a goblin who would harm men all over the world, at such a young age, she was kind to everyone and knew how to please others.

Those who pass by Xiao Nianzhi's dormitory these days, those who send messages, those who ask for advice, as long as they see Kansui and are spoken sweetly by her, their souls will be lost. Gan Sui said something nice.

But this can't be done, Xiao Nianzhi likes his place to be clean, in this way, wouldn't his Xiao Nianzhi's bedroom become a zoo, causing everyone to gossip.

"Yo, what are you looking at?" Xiao Nianzhi deliberately teased her, in fact, when Kansui sent it, he could tell that this girl liked Fuyan, her eyes were always looking at him, her eyes were full of admiration, shining like stars.

Gan Sui turned his head, blushing, and said embarrassedly, "Xianjun, brother Fuyan is very good at learning swords, and I want to learn too."

When Xiao Nianzhi heard this, she agreed: "Okay, girls also need to learn some kung fu to protect themselves. When you grow up, I will let Fuyan teach you."

Hearing that it was his favorite Fuyan who taught him, the little girl put a Buddha on her head and gave birth to wild colorful flowers. She opened her eyes expectantly and said, "Really?"

Xiao Nianzhi nodded: "Of course."

"Then I'll go and pour tea for brother Fuyan. After practicing for so long, he must have a cough. I also have a fan to fan him to drive away the heat."

Xiao Nianzhi couldn't hold back, thinking, this is running towards becoming a daughter-in-law, Fuyan is really blessed.

Looking at Gansui's short body holding the teacup, his gait was a little unsteady, but very brisk, and he brought tea to Fuyan.

Xiao Nianzhi came out of the house, supported by the wind and the scenery.

Fu Yan took the tea that Gan Sui held in both hands, before taking a sip, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Nianzhi with keen eyes.

In the blink of an eye, I have exhausted my youth.

Just one glance makes Fuyan feel like seeing a dream for the first time, the rock is easy to break and the heart is hard to break, the waves under the feet, and the waves inside the belly.

Xiao Nianzhi is not a soft and gorgeous beauty. He usually wears a lock of hair with a jade button. His side face is extremely cold, his eyebrows are always affectionate, and everyone is affectionate and let go of his hands; his lips gradually turn red. Thousands of things are on the face of the sea of ​​tranquility.

The eyes brighten the sun and the moon, and the two eyebrows gather the wind and the cloud.

Wherever there is dust, where there is no dust, it is full of Xiao Nianzhi.

Fu Yan was so fascinated by it, she just looked at those eyes, his favorite pair of eyes, the world was at the end of Qingming, and she looked at the world with a smile.

He could see himself in it, and he thought that one day he would see only himself in it.

Fu Yan put down the teacup in her hand, poured a cup, stepped forward a few steps, and handed it to Xiao Nianzhi.

Xiao Nianzhi took it and said, "How is the practice?"

"It's okay."

He raised his eyes to look at Nangong Jin, and the latter said: "Teachable."

Xiao Nianzhi smiled: "It seems that you two get along well, don't you, darling." He suddenly asked Gan Sui.

Gan Sui quickly looked away from Fu Yan, nodded along with the wave, then looked at Nan Gong Jin, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Brother Nangong drinks."

Nangong Jin liked this girl very much, she had a round face, two braids standing upright, short body and short hands, so cute.

"Remember me, I thought you could only pour tea for others."

Gan Sui posted Nangong Jin, raised his head and tried to please: "The more mellow the tea, the better it tastes, so I poured it to Brother Nangong in the end."

As soon as a good word is said, no one will feel that the little girl can't be offended.

"That's right." Xiao Nianzhi suddenly remembered something and said, "Is Nangong Mansion going to hold a river god banquet recently?"

Nangong Jin: "This month is the fifteenth day, and there are still seven days left."

Xiao Nianzhi: "There will be a lot of people coming, is there any limit?"

To put it bluntly, the River God Banquet is the day of changing the water. The gossip gullies in Yushan Magnolia Forest in Baxu are refilled with fresh water, which is obtained from the water filtered by the spiritual energy of the ancestral hall.

It is a tradition to hold a banquet. It is a good sign to collect blessings from all over the world. It has no special meaning. The people invited are also concentrated among famous clans. Of course, there are places for ordinary people, but not many. After all, the Nangong Mansion is high. It is also proud.

"There are not many restrictions, the visitor is the guest."

Xiao Nianzhi snorted, but said nothing.

In fact, there was a reason for him to ask this question. The heavens sent him a heavy responsibility to let him know that Fu Yan would welcome the first backlash in his life at the River God Banquet, and that thousands of people would gather and spurn him.

It is really difficult for a person to be spurned by thousands of people, unless he has done something outrageous and unreasonable.

It's just that Fuyan's reputation is not high, and she has a scolding name for a single identity, but she can't be hated so much, Xiao Nianzhi thought, there is only one possibility, that is, everyone flocks to her, and everyone is idle.

He still knows that the almost stupid justice that the world of cultivating immortals thinks is upright is actually attacked by a group of pious layman's gossip.

The world is so big, there is no place to shelter, only the underworld to go.

Xiao Nianzhi secretly made a decision, if he wanted to protect Fu Yan, the best thing was not to go to the banquet, keep his eyes closed and his ears shut, no matter what other people said about his saliva splashing, it was just nonsense.

"I won't go to the banquet, Ah Yan will stay with me."

Nan Gongjin's face was full of black lines, and he explained: "Master...you hosted the River God Banquet in the past years, who else would you go to?"

Oops, I forgot about this.

The author has something to say: It is similar to modern cyber violence, misinterpreting its meaning, and violently hurting people, countless, everyone understands.

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