I wonder if the master had already calculated this situation. His bumpy and broken plates and rusty sons might be useful. Anyway, he seemed to be prepared for this.

With his eyelids drooping, Mu Chun walked onto the stage, ignoring the four disciples of Xiong below, he spoke half-deadly: "Today's morning class, all the disciples come to recite the "Qingjing Sutra" with me."

The "Pure and Quiet Sutra" is not the "Pure and Quiet Sutra" of the Supreme Lord of the Supreme Purity and Quiet Sutra", but an inexplicable rumor. It may be written by the master, and the content is extremely unclear.

Perhaps in order to show tranquility, when Mu Chun Zhenren read this article, every word had to be dragged into two words long. If it was too long, he would inevitably be a little bit unsustainable. Therefore, the endings of every sentence were trembling with twists and turns, like a crazy pouting old man.

Cheng Qian listened for a while, but he felt a buzzing sound in his ears, which made him nervous - he was worried that his master would suffocate himself to death.

The master finished his first recitation with a breath of energy. He slowly picked up the teacup in front of him and moistened his throat. Cheng Qian quickly slapped his goosebumps, waiting to listen to his high remarks about flying and hiding the earth. He ended in despair that he heard the master say in a numb voice, "Okay, read it again."

Cheng Qian: "…"

Cheng Qian's shoulder was rudely patted, and his senior brother, who was so golden and jade, took the initiative to talk to him.

The eldest brother said, "Hey, kid, go a little over there and make some room for me."

The eldest brother is the treasure of the sect. He wants a place, but Cheng Qian dares not to rush.

When Young Master Yan lifted his eyelids, the Taoist boy beside him immediately brought a bamboo-woven beauty. He lay up without hesitation, closed his eyes openly in front of his master, and took a nap in the thunderous "quietness".

Cheng Qian observed for a while and found that his monster senior brother actually had advantages - such as not snoring while sleeping.

Others probably had become accustomed to this. The eldest brother was dozing off with a blatant slept, while the second brother had perfectly hooked up with his fresh beggar junior brother, who had been released in a short period of time. At the same time, he did not give up Cheng Qian and shot him in every direction without any difference.

The only four people present, Cheng Qian was still tolerant of his master. His tolerance and meanness were clearly distinguished from one end and meticulous. In this messy environment, in order to prevent his master from singing a solo show, Cheng Qian sat still as if he was still in the mountains, and finished the first day's "routine morning class" with his master from beginning to end.

Seeing that Cheng Qian didn't like to pay attention to him, Li Yun rolled his eyes and took out a plan. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve like a thief, swaying under Han Yuan's nose, and whispered: "Do you know what this is?"

Han Yuan took it and opened it, and was immediately stinked by the stench. Even Cheng Qian behind him was unfortunately affected.

Li Yun said proudly: "This is the golden clam divine water I made."

Cheng Qian was sneering with his master during the break in the chanting of scriptures: "Isn't this the golden clam's foot washing water?"

Han Yuan covered his nose and returned the "God's Foot Washing Water" back, endured the stench and asked, "What's the purpose?"

Li Yun smiled and turned the rice paper balls on his desk into a ball, then dripped a few drops of divine water upwards. The water quickly seeped into the rice paper. In the blink of an eye, the ball turned into a real toad.

What kind of ambition is the world where birds and animals don’t play with toads?

Cheng Qian suddenly understood why the eldest brother looked at the second brother with the look of looking at the shit.

Li Yun raised his eyes to Cheng Qian's gaze, and immediately poked the toad on the table with a wicked smile, pointing at Cheng Qian and saying, "Let's find him."

The toad heard this and ran towards Cheng Qian. Halfway through, he was caught by a thin hand. The master had already reached the forefront at some point, and the toad turned into a ball of paper in his hand.

"Aside from the side," Mu Chun sighed like a chanting scripture, "Xiaojun, you are really a weapon."

Li Yun stuck out his tongue.

The master said, "Since that's the case, you can lead your junior brothers to read the scriptures."

Li Yun had no choice but to pinch the voice of the eunuch's singing in front of the eunuch's hall. It took him nearly an hour to recite the small piece of Qingjing Sutra more than ten times before his master finally stopped mercilessly, which brought the long torture to an end.

Han Yuan whispered to Cheng Qian in a trembling manner: "If he continues to recite, I will pee."

Cheng Qian sat upright and pretended not to know him.

The master, who had closed his eyes in front of him for more than an hour, was very energetic and said, "After quiet, there should be a movement. The disciples and I will come out of the pavilion - Oh, Cheng Qian, call you senior brother."

Cheng Qian, who suffered from undesperate disaster, was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and looked at the boy in white, and stretched out a finger with his scalp, poked his shoulder like a fire, and at the same time he was a little scared and thought: "This is what Master asked me to call you, get up and don't act a trick on me."

The senior brother who had been sleeping for two sleeps was probably full and did not act like a demon. He opened his eyes, stared at Cheng Qian in a blank look for a while, then took a deep breath and got up, waved his hand weakly: "I understand, you go first."

Young Master Yan, who had not woken up, looked much better. His peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his eyes looked at Cheng Qian also softened a lot.

Then, Yan Zhengming asked with a gentle expression: "By the way, what are your name?"

“…Cheng Qian.”

"Oh." Yan Zhengming nodded indifferently. Compared to his unconcealed disgust when he looked at Li Yun, and compared to his behavior of covering his face with a fan in front of Han Yuan, he could have said that he was very polite to Cheng Qian.

"Oh" After, Yan Zhengming no longer cared about Cheng Qian, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, then sat still, waiting for the maid Xiao Yuer to comb his hair.

When Cheng Qian was full of humans and demons, he suspected that his slutty senior brother might be a pheasant spirit with colorful tails on his tail. But when he saw this scene, he dispelled the guess - even if it was a real pheasant, he would probably have combed it into a bald tail, bare butt monster.

The hair on the eldest brother's head was still growing firmly and had not yet turned into a feather duster, which means he might be some kind of incredible animal.

In the yard, a Taoist boy came over and presented a wooden sword to his master with both hands.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian and Han Yuan's spirits were shocked. They both grew up listening to the story of the immortal wielding the sword by the wind. Even though Cheng Qian was tragically poisoned by the book of sages, he was still a little boy. Although he did not admit it, he still yearned for the legendary power of calling clouds and rain deep in his heart.

The wooden sword is simple and simple, almost condensed with a kind of quiet and heavy feeling. In the hearts of the little boys, the mysterious alchemy, the mysterious scriptures, and the past and present, and even the various magical powers of carving out real talismans... None of them is as attractive as the word "Sword Control".

What is it like to ascend to the tribulation?

Compared with the Fourteen States of Frost Cold, even the legendary Tengyun and Misty must be lined up backwards.

I saw Mu Chun, real man waving his thin arms and legs, slowly walking to the middle of the courtyard, like a wooden stick with clothes hanging.

Han Yuan asked Cheng Qian with anticipation but was embarrassed to speak: "Does Master want to teach us how to practice swords? When can we get the sword?"

Mu Chun: "No hurry, there is a wooden sword."

After saying that, under the eyes of his disciples, he fluttered his arms and set up a soft starting move. He practiced one by one. While practicing, he also muttered: "Fuyao—Mujian Technique—Strengthening the body—Here to ventilate—Also activate blood—Living to be like a god—"

Cheng Qian: "…"

His dream of calling the wind and rain, which had just sprouted, was broken into the "sword and sword shadow" of "dongqiang-dongqiang".

The master's "exquisite" swordsmanship quickly attracted a sparrow to land on the wooden stake next to him and stopped to watch.

This is really the quietest sword technique in the world. I saw that the wooden sword passed by, as if nothing was there, and even a trace of wind could not be lifted up. It was extremely gentle. With the sword tip walking slowly around, no matter how hard it was, even a snail could climb to the top of the tree.

Coupled with the master's ecstasy explanation of "Strengthening the Body and Fitness to the Gods", the effect is amazing.

The master raised his foot and took a step, bent back and cut the wooden sword horizontally, tremblingly approaching the sparrow on the wooden stake.

The little sparrow bird was full of courage, and kept moving with a pair of black bean-like small eyes, looking at the attacking wooden sword.

Mu Chun warned shamelessly: "The little beast won't let go, be careful that this Mu Jian of this sect hurts your life!"

After saying this long sentence, the wooden sword in his hand was handed to the sparrow's feet. When the little bird heard the hideous warning, he raised one leg calmly, took a step to the side, and completely passed the "sharp sword" of the Fuyao Sect, calmly watching the gentle sword shadow float away.

Han Yuan was already overjoyed, and Cheng Qian was also very difficult to understand. The martial arts styles he had seen at the entrance of the village were not as ridiculous as this wooden sword, but he did not laugh rashly because he found that the senior brothers were not laughing either. If the senior brother was tidying his hair and it was inconvenient to lean back and forth, then the second senior brother who loved toad would have some reference value.

Li Yun, who was still unable to sit still like a nail on his butt, not only did not smile at this time, but also showed some concentration on his face that always seemed to be malicious, and he looked at his master's actions like a master's dance.

The master completely practiced the first move of the Fuyao Wood Sword, and finally stopped at the movement of a golden rooster standing alone with his arms spreading. He held the wooden sword in his hand, stretched his slender and long neck, and looked like he was climbing up and looking into the distance. He said shakingly: "This is the first move of my Fuyao Wood Sword, and it is a bright journey!"

Unfortunately, he doesn't look like a big roc spreading his wings, but rather a bit like a rooster crowing.

Han Yuan covered his mouth and his face turned red.

This time, the master did not tolerate it, so he raised his hand and slapped his head with a wooden sword - this movement was much more flexible than just now.

True Man Mu Chun said angrily: "What have I said to you? Stay calm and calm! Be restless! Why are you laughing at? It's not true! I copied the "Qingjing Sutra" five times in the evening and took it to me tomorrow."

Because Han Yuan didn't recognize words, he even delayed the steps of copying the rules. Hearing this, he immediately salivated his gold medal of avoiding death and said, "Master, I don't recognize words."

Mu Chun said: "Turn down and follow the painting-Li Yun!"

The second senior brother took a step forward.

The master said, "Take your juniors to practice the starting hand and the first move, and I will give you the second move when I come back."

Cheng Qianxin said, "I heard that he has only learned the second move for more than a year. Could it be that he has practiced the rooster crowing for a whole year?"

Before he could finish his surprise and sigh, Li Yun had already stood still as he said, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and in a quick start, he really brought out a bit of a young man's confidence. This spirit is certainly not comparable to the middle-aged and elderly master who is half dead. The young man's name is like a green bamboo, and his body is like a green bamboo, with a serious face. The sound of the wooden sword in his hand is like a split wind, and the sword wind is everywhere, with an invincible sharpness.

That is the young man's aura, and he should not be regarded as sharp.

The calm little bird could not bear the shock and immediately flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

But before Cheng Qian and Han Yuan could come back to their senses, they saw the second senior brother with a stern face, sinking his qi to the dantian, and shouting word by word: "Fuyaomu Sword Technique! Strengthen the body and strengthen the body! Energize the breath and activate blood! Live to the point of being as good as a god!"

...The young swordsman became a big-powered pill in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!