People Are In The World Of Cultivating Immortals, And Their Apprentices Are Cute

A few days later.

After Nan Shuangxue adjusted her condition, she started practicing.

Bai Muchun taught Nan Shuangxue a swordsmanship.

This book on swordsmanship is very simple and unpretentious, without any bells and whistles, only the simplest sword-swinging postures.

Although this swordsmanship looks ordinary in appearance, the inner sword intention and swordsmanship are anything but ordinary.

The swordsmanship taught by Bai Muchun is called "Shuo Jian Pian".

This swordsmanship was created by a saint. The saint had a very good relationship with Mr. Bai Muchun. It could be said that they were both teachers and friends.

At first, Bai Muchun didn't want to give "Sword Talk" to Nan Shuangxue, but he didn't expect that his disciple was so good. He was much better at the beginning stage of swordsmanship.

If Bai Muchun had given Nan Shuangxue a "Basic Sword Technique" as he had previously thought, it would be a waste of her swordsmanship talent... It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a violent creature.

Under the peach blossom tree.

Bai Muchun taught Nan Shuangxue various sword skills in "Shuo Sword" step by step.

The man held the girl's right hand and guided her to immerse herself in the swordsmanship with him.

White clothes and green skirts are bathed in the breeze and drifting in the wind.

"Have you learned it?" Bai Muchun let go of his hand.

"Yes." Nan Shuangxue nodded, "I know all the sword moves, but I haven't figured out the sword intention and sword skills yet."

Bai Muchun nodded and said: "It's not good to be eager for quick success. Just practice according to your current state of mind. You will definitely be able to understand the sword's meaning and sword skills in the near future."

Nan Shuangxue replied: "Disciple knows it."

Bai Muchun watched her perform a sword dance again. After confirming that there were no big mistakes, he said:

"I'm going to Yuemeng Pavilion as a teacher. You can practice your sword here."

Nan Shuangxue stopped dancing with her sword and turned to look at him:

"Can't my disciple follow me?"

"Don't you want to practice sword practice?"

Hearing this, Nan Shuangxue said angrily: "This disciple is not a swordsman! How can he practice swordsmanship all day long!"

Bai Muchun smiled awkwardly: "Then come with me."

He stretched out his hand to summon a long sword, and then stepped on it lightly.

Nan Shuangxue dropped the wooden sword in her hand and jumped over like a kangaroo.

"You can't fly with a sword?" Bai Muchunfa asked.

"Master, that book about swordsmanship does not teach sword control." Nan Shuangxue said matter-of-factly, "Besides, I am just building a foundation, how can I keep up with your sword flying speed?"

"That's true." Bai Muchun nodded.

Nan Shuangxue jumped up behind Bai Muchun, opened her arms and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her whole body against his back.

"Master, let's go!"

A stream of light rushed out from Qingming Peak, rushed towards the sky, and disappeared into the distance.

Sea of ​​clouds.

"Master, we are in the sky." Nan Shuangxue made a fuss.

Bai Muchun said calmly: "Hold on, I don't care if you fall."

Nan Shuangxue bumped Bai Muchun's back with her head and said provocatively: "Hey, you don't want such a good disciple anymore?"

Bai Muchun said helplessly: "Shuangxue, if you continue to be so naughty, my master will give you a violent reward later."

When Nan Shuangxue heard this, she was happy and said with a smile: "Master, master, please do well and don't hit me or scream at me."

Listening to the girl's playful words, Bai Muchun smiled slightly and said, "Don't blame me for being cruel."

Nan Shuangxue rubbed her forehead against Bai Muchun, like a kitten coquettishly saying: "Master, you have a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as me..."

"This girl..." Bai Muchun shook his head.

"By the way, Master, why are you going to that pavilion?" Nan Shuangxue asked.

"It's Yuemeng Pavilion, and the reason why I went there was to help you get a sword," Bai Muchun said with a smile, "Do you still remember when I said I wanted to give you a sword?"

"Of course my disciple remembers it."

Nan Shuangxue whispered to herself: "Yuemeng Pavilion... this doesn't sound like a place with swords."

Bai Muchun heard it clearly and explained:

"The reason why Yue Meng Pavilion is called Yue Meng Pavilion is because its owner was once a member of the Yue Kingdom. Later, when the Yue Kingdom was destroyed, the pavilion owner wandered away.

During his wanderings, the master of the pavilion kept thinking about the once prosperous Yue Kingdom, and often dreamed of the grand scene of the Yue Kingdom.

In the end, the master of the pavilion founded a very famous sword-making sect, which he named [Yuemeng Pavilion]. "

"Oh~ So that's it." Nan Shuangxue nodded.

"Master, do you know the name of the pavilion master?" Nan Shuangxue asked again.

Bai Muchun said: "The name of the pavilion master is Ou Zhizi."

After hearing this, Nan Shuangxue felt a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

Bai Muchun was like a roundworm in Nan Shuangxue's belly. He knew what she was thinking and said loudly:

“The sword sings like a dragon, and the sword with a hundred blades is your master.

Ou Zhizi is the one who created the [Wuchang Sword of the King of Yue] and declares it to Yuanyang, so you naturally know it. "

In fact, when it comes to reputation, he must be more famous as the Sword Master of the Middle-earth Immortal State. However, because he was too laid back and had not shown his face for a hundred years, the sword cultivators in the Middle-earth Immortal State thought that the Sword Master was more famous. Gone……

After all, if other sword cultivators had his name, they would definitely show off their power everywhere.

But it would be better for him to do something right away, brushing off his clothes and hiding his merit and fame.

If he had not suddenly disappeared from the public eye, his reputation would not be small at this time.

Nan Shuangxue pretended to suddenly realize: "Oh."

The girl's hands were tightly clasped, and her whole body was attached to the man's back like a pendant.

…………

Yuemeng Pavilion.

The famous sword-making sect in Xianzhou, Middle-earth, is located in the south.

The leader Ou Zhizi's cultivation level is only in the Infinite Realm. Compared with remote areas, this level of cultivation is like a god-like existence. But in this Middle-earth Immortal State where many geniuses are born, it is not enough.

There are towering mountain peaks, and there are passages paved with thousands of stone steps in the forest.

Looking from the bottom up, I feel that there is only one mountain in the world.

Dangdang...

The heavy sound of striking metal came from all directions, causing birds and animals to scatter in confusion.

On the mountainside.

A strong middle-aged man repeatedly hammered a piece of red-hot iron with a hammer.

The hammer in his hand seemed to have divine will, and every time he struck it, it struck out subtle marks on the iron block, just like divine seals.

Dangdang...

With the last heavy hammer blow, the iron block completely transformed into a fan shape.

The middle-aged man stopped his hammer at this moment, turned to look out the door, and said to himself:

"Is the spring breeze blowing here today?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, turned around, picked up a pot of wine and drank.

"When we meet once in a hundred years, we must prepare good wine to treat him."

On one side, amid the laughter and laughter along the way.

The master and apprentice finally arrived.

As soon as he landed, Bai Muchun immediately gave Nan Shuangxue a bag of chestnuts and said:

"Don't put on the roof for three days!"

Nan Shuangxue covered her head, lowering her eyebrows and not looking at him.

"Let's go, come to visit and get the sword." Bai Muchun pinched the girl's face, and then stepped up the stone steps.

"Master, if we come to visit, shouldn't we get something?" Nan Shuangxue followed behind and asked in a low voice.

Bai Muchun raised his eyebrows: "Guess why I didn't bring a gift when I came to visit you as a teacher."

Nan Shuangxue stared innocently.

"Although I am a scholar, I am also a sword cultivator." Bai Muchun said softly, "Sword cultivators do not need to reason, because the sword is the greatest truth."

"But I am still a scholar after all, so I have to be more polite," Bai Muchun paused, "For my teacher to come to him, it is the greatest courtesy for the Pavilion Master!"

In fact, what Bai Muchun said was not false at all. His coming here was indeed the greatest courtesy to the Pavilion Master.

Imagine that if a person who is the best swordsman comes to get his sword from you, then other sword cultivators won’t be able to flock to you?

The two masters and apprentices walked up the long stone steps step by step, like tourists climbing a mountain, taking their time.

Nan Shuangxue was a little curious about why her master still practiced swordsmanship when he was a scholar, so he asked:

"Master, since you are a scholar, why do you want to practice swordsmanship?"

Bai Muchun said calmly: "Studying is so that I can talk to Shacha calmly, and practicing swordsmanship is so that Shacha can talk to me calmly."

"Uh..." Nan Shuangxue was stunned.

The girl didn't expect that her master only practiced swordsmanship to be able to reason better.