Chapter 22

"The falling dust sword technique is divided into nine moves. Each of the nine moves is extremely mysterious. Each move has its own characteristics. It can advance or retreat, but can attack and defend. Now you only need to remember the nine sword moves. As for the sword meaning in the sword, you need to slowly explore. When you practice the nine sword moves to a perfect level, you must also practice it at that time You will get to the profound meaning of falling dust sword. "

Feng HaoChen had a flying sword in his hand. It was a very simple flying sword. It seemed that he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and was used to seeing the wind and frost in the world, but it was so extraordinary. The sword in his hand was walking with him. The shape of the sword flashed in the floating figure. Every move seemed so natural, as if the sword was part of his body. It was free from all kinds of things. There was a trace of unruly in the magnanimity and calmness in the nimbleness.

People move, mind is still, sword moves, potential is static. Mind method pays attention to static brake, sword law is static in motion. In Mu Yu's eyes, his master's bold body method makes people can only look at his back and dare not try his edge lightly. His sword technique brings a sense of sword. In killing, he is peaceful. There is only that man's sword in the world.

"The first move of the falling dust sword technique is that the leaves are falling and the flying leaves are whirling in the sky, and moving by static."

A flying sword, waving the fallen leaves all over the sky, leaves follow the sword, floating freely. Looking for a quiet point in the disorderly wind, the sword power rises abruptly, like a stone in the dead pool, which stirs up thousands of ripples. The leaf's flutter turns into its own sword movement. The falling leaves affect the sword's momentum. The sword Qi attracts the fallen leaves, which are born and cherished together.

Mu Yu could not help but grasp the sword in front of him. He realized that the sword moved according to his heart. Master's body method was constantly evolving in his mind. He pursued the meaning of the sword and wanted to grasp the artistic conception, but he couldn't grasp it. He always felt that there was something missing. In his eyes, the simple nine sword moves were so difficult and obscure. He kept practicing and learning from his teacher My father's sword skills are close to each other, but they are always close to something.

"Ding"

with a light sound, the sword tip of fenghaochen suddenly rests on the sword tip of Muyu, and a free and easy sword meaning comes from Muyu's sword tip. Muyu's sword moves with the wind HaoChen's sword. Whenever it's difficult to practice, fenghaochen's sword always takes Muyu's sword to another direction, making the whole sword technique round and natural. Mu Yu's puzzlement gradually opened, and the sword meaning seemed to be in front of him. He gradually integrated into it. It was a wonderful feeling, which made Muyu intoxicated.

"What I can do will take you to the door, and the rest is up to you." Feng HaoChen has taken back his sword. He nods. Muyu touches the threshold of falling dust sword in a short time. His talent is really good.

Muyu opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand, but his heart was clear. The falling dust sword technique is very profound. He didn't even touch the meaning of the sword just now. But just such a set of sword techniques made him feel deeply. There was a trace of spiritual power in his body. Although it was small, it was a good start.

The wooden feather revives the flying sword, moving at the foot and following each other.

The second move of falling dust sword technique is to dissipate Qi and drop dust, gather Qi to break spirit, and Qi spirit returns to dust.

Muyu tirelessly put into the sword, his heart is very calm, such as a pool of quiet water, calm. He pursues the continuity, but always can't connect at the key point.

"Master, I always feel that there is something missing. I can't achieve your random state." Muyu said seriously.

Feng HaoChen said with a smile: "what you lack is the step of falling dust. The three most important skills of our sect are: the foundation of falling dust heart method, the training of falling dust sword technique, and the shaping of body by falling dust step. The step of falling dust is a kind of sword style body method. If you understand the meaning of the sword, the body will follow the sword, and the sword will fit into the body, and the sword technique will be natural. "

Feng HaoChen's foot stepped forward, which was just a simple step. However, his body shape had already floated up, like a feather in the wind, and like a thousand Jun Mount Tai. His steps flashed, and his feet turned into eight gates, which people couldn't understand. Muyu was dazzled by the mysterious steps, but every step was so clear. Muyu took a step, but his body was not stable. He suddenly fell to the ground, and his face was uncertain.

"The step of falling dust does not require spiritual power to learn. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a supreme lightness skill. Although it is less than one thousandth of that practiced by a practitioner, it is not a problem to fly over the eaves and climb the wall. You can't pursue the steps of becoming a teacher. You can't master the changes. You need to learn from scratch. "

Muyu nodded. In his heart, he was in awe of the three methods of falling dust.

With the sun in the head, Muyu has been practicing the falling dust sword technique. At the same time, he has brought the falling dust step into the sword. Only on his first day of practice, he has achieved a lot.

"Gollum." Muyu's stomach sang, and he was embarrassed to ask, "master, can I have dinner?"

Feng HaoChen thought of something, and said helplessly: "I taught you to practice in the early morning, but I didn't cook breakfast. It's estimated that the hungry insects will be damaged."

The hungry insects didn't wait to be damaged. They wanted to cry without tears. Because Uncle an saw that the headmaster had no time to cook, so he cooked a breakfast for the hungry insects to eat. Now everyone is staring at each other. Who has the courage to eat chopsticks first.

"Are you not hungry? I'm going to practice at the waterfall later. If you don't eat, you can drink water. " Uncle Ann said without expression that he never disliked the food he cooked himself and enjoyed it very much.He made a face to the South and picked up a burnt sweet potato. He touched it gently, and the coke on the outside was broken. After peeling off the coke, there was only meat the size of thumb without coke. It didn't matter if the sweet potato was roasted, because as long as it had meat, it would not be bad to eat. They only dared to eat this. Several people were staring at those pieces of coke sweet potato. At this time, eating sweet potato was better than eating it Uncle's cabbage fried vegetables come really much.

"Master and Mu Yu are not back yet?"

did not want to eat, but just because of Uncle Ann's face, he could only set a good example for big brother. He boldly tasted a dish of cabbage and stir fried green vegetables. Then he chewed it without swallowing, and swallowed it directly. If the soil flavor of cabbage and the scorching taste of Chinese cabbage stay in the mouth too long, it will not be good for a single hour.

An Shulian can make a disaster dish by stir frying Chinese cabbage with green vegetables. His cooking skills can be imagined.

"Here we are, hungry, hungry." Muyu rushed in and saw that all the dishes and chopsticks were ready for him. He was immediately overjoyed. He picked up the vegetables and sent them to his mouth.

And then it's time to spray rice.

"Did I make it terrible?" Uncle an looked at Mu Yu meaningfully, making Mu Yu shudder.

"No, it's delicious. It's delicious." Mu Yu felt that this time was not a good time to tell the truth. Uncle an's face was so paralyzed that Mu Yu was always uncomfortable. With a smile, he put the vegetables back into his mouth. He chewed with tears and said, "it was too hot, too hot just now..."

Others despised a mu Yu, and then quickly nodded to praise the delicious. Uncle an's dignity in the school is only that of the headmaster. The headmaster is usually approachable, while uncle an is a very old-fashioned man, so no one dares to offend him.

It took a long time for Feng HaoChen to come in. However, when he came in, he carried a plate of fried meat with attractive color, which made other people's eyes brighten up. He immediately felt that his master was the best person in the world. He was simply a living immortal living in the world, saving the suffering of Bodhisattva.

"Eat it Feng HaoChen looked at these poor children and said with a smile.

"To the south, let's unite against the elder martial brother." LAN ling'er said.

"Good!" Nodded to the south.

Mu Yu doesn't understand what this means. Then LAN ling'er, nan'nan and Chengyan's chopsticks have been fighting over the plate. They look like they've never had enough to eat. The chopsticks are interwoven on the top of the plate. Chengyan has a lot of meat in his own bowl. Muyu also wants to join in, but his chopsticks just pop out. The other three have accomplishments, and their strength is naturally different. Muyu realized that he had no skills in this sect, and could not even eat food. He was empty and clever, because they could not participate in the battle on the table.

Feng HaoChen calmly stretched out his chopsticks, calmly pinched Kongkong and Miaomiao in the struggle between the three, and then, with understanding, Muyu also clamped some, and finally put some into his own bowl, leaving the three people's daily struggle. On the other hand, uncle an ate his own food calmly and allowed them to fight.

Mu Yu thinks that he should also strive for a bit. In this poor sect, it's impossible to work hard.

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