The master and apprentice were slapped in their stomachs. Even Wu Shuang drank two more bowls of porridge for the first time. He said that his father-in-law had good skills. If he went to the restaurant to be a breakfast master, he would definitely make a fortune. The old man with his original bamboo leaves green also put his heart a little bit when he saw this. It seemed that for a while, this fat god with unknown realm had no intention of getting rid of him. He simply put aside his fear and pretended to be the role of the old man in the mountains, with a kind face, and chatted with the two about interesting things in the mountains. The host and guests were happy.

Just as the spring rain was over, the air was clear after the rain, Wu Shuang took the boy up the mountain to practice swordsmanship. As for the injuries on his hand, Wu Shuang never asked a question. In his words, practicing swordsmanship with injuries, and the sword moves were engraved in his mind with severe pain. It was a good thing to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Besides, what can a real man suffers? Compared to fighting with others in the future, it is not worth mentioning.

Not far from the thatched cottage, there is a steep small peak seventy or eighty feet above the ground. The mountain is not towering, and the mountain is definitely steep. There are sometimes broken roads and dangerous cliffs. When a young man climbs the mountain, he can only lean his body to his body and use his hands and feet. In addition, he is afraid of high spirits and dare not look down. He is trembling and the more he climbs, he becomes more and more laborious. On the contrary, Wu Shuang is like rooting at his feet, with his hands behind his back, not as difficult and embarrassed as a boy, and he is leisurely and leisurely. He often stops to watch the beautiful scenery after the rain and walks around the mountain.

The beads of sweat rolled down. The boy wiped his face with four fingers, his hands were covered in mud, and his heart was secretly sad. If he had known this, why would he admire the style of a white-clothed hero? He had just changed from white clothes to a short time, but he could not see his original color at this moment. He was dyed yellow by the soil, and his whole body was like a mud horse rolling on the ground, without any temperament.

After waiting for nearly a stick of incense on the top of the mountain, Wu Shuang finally couldn't help but take a deep breath and shouted, shaking, "Disciple! Even if you climb, it's time to climb up! The wind on the top of the mountain is strong, and you want to freeze to death as your master!" In the thatched cottage not far away, Zhu Yeqing, who was so energetic, was holding a portrait of a woman who was lost in his mind. He heard this roar, and was shocked. He used too much force on his hand and almost pulled the scroll off. Then he locked the scroll in the box with a sad face. He was really afraid of this old man. He didn't say that the wind was shivering, but he often had his heartstrings. As soon as he roared, his heart trembled a few times.

"When will it be?" The old snake sighed with snow-white eyebrows drooping.

As soon as the roar fell, the boy emerged from the top of the mountain and turned around and lay down on the ground. He didn't care about the etiquette and was still breathless. After a while, he replied, "Master, I really did crawl." Wu Shuang, who was originally glaring at him, scratched his head awkwardly. Did he have to ask this little apprentice a little too strict? But in fact, he had no time to do so. After coughing twice, Wu Shuang still had a stern face, but his words were relieved a lot: "Let's let you rest for a while, practice swords after half an incense stick." After that, he unsheathed a long sword, inserted the sheath into the soft soil, and leaned against a dead tree called charred by lightning, and half-closed his eyes to rest.

After half a stick of incense, the boy got up, his breath had calmed down, he drew out a sharp sword, and set up a sword in the open space to practice the sword. The sword was in his hand, and the boy's tired and lazy expression changed completely. His spirit was like a waterfall that broke away from the gate, rushing endlessly, resting, concentrating his mind, and the sword walked with his steps. The reason why Wu Shuang accepted his disciples and passed the sword was, one was the first time when the boy saw the sword intent when he was drunk, the old wolf in his expression was intent in his expression; the other was that the boy picked up his pen and wrote, although it was like a wild buffalo turning over grass, but the center of the strokes was hidden, and the sword intent was extremely long.

It's like a long dragon wrapped in the characters, and it's graceful to rush into the remaining clouds.

At this moment, Yun Zhong was completely immersed in the sword moves, so he naturally had no intention of watching the master's expression. The young man got into the sword moves very quickly. He could master the shopkeeper's Xingyi in half a month, but it took him a long time to stay at a minute and it was difficult to make progress. The sword style was nothing more than stabbing, chopping, wiping, pulling, and picking points. Different people used swords to make different charms. Wu Shuang once said that Yun Zhong could not copy the sword intent of others, but absorbed the strengths of the hundreds of schools and found the one suitable for him among the tens of millions of sword paths. This was the right way. If you just copied it, you would be obsessed with lust and lust. The moves were complicated and complicated, and you could not enter the room.

When he retracted the sword, the young man returned the sword to the sheath, closed his eyes and thought about a move that he could not understand for a long time. This move called "The Thrush" climbing the Tower, just listened to the name of "The Eagle" and "The Eagle" is very poetic, but when he took action, he lowered the hilt of the sword, then drew the sword again, and waved the sword head from bottom to top, with great force and awesome murderous intention. The Antelope hung its horns, like a woman who was good at drawing the eyebrows, elegant and smooth; when he picked up the sword, he was like a river and sea, climbing the tower, rushing fiercely, and striving to kill the enemy with one move. He studied for a long time, and the young man could only barely achieve the thrush. If he climbed the tower, he would not be able to get the strength, and there would always be a stagnant point. Wu Shuang called the lame old woman climbing the gentle slope, and he would sway in three steps. The young man was disappointed for a long time, and practiced more and more diligently, and could not step on the bottleneck.

After hesitating for a while, the young man did not use that sword. He inserted the sword and walked to Wu Shuang. He followed his master's style, leaned his shoulders crookedly against the side of the wet tree, and his head was drooping: "Master, this fierce aura in the way of climbing the tower, and his disciple is stupid and really can't do anything, what's the way to do it?" Then his eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly asked again: "Kill the chicken?"

Wu Shuang, who was too lazy to take care of the young man's wild ideas, was too lazy to lift her eyelids this time.

"Ah! You still know that I am your master, you guys are wearing plain white clothes. He has eaten the heroic spirit? Kill the chicken and practice swordsmanship and say what's the best for you."

The boy was careless and patted the mud on his clothes that was dried by the mountain wind. The earth waves rolled, making Wu Shuang wave his hands and hide aside, laughing and said, "The disciple is full of earthy earth, and there is no such thing as a hero. It is believed that people believe in the local chickens, so how can they kill each other?" The boy seemed to be addicted to words and muttered: "What's more, buying chickens is too expensive. I owe my master several taels of silver to the year of the monkey and horses. I am not good at catching chickens, and the master cannot be condescending and doing it himself, so I'll forget it."

In the spring when the mosquitoes were not born, Wu Shuang suffered a mosquito roar early on in summer nights.

The dark clouds in the sky faded, and the sky was bright. Under the sunlight, two fat and thin masters and apprentices sat side by side on the green mountain grassland, with crystal raindrops raised by grass stems, which was so beautiful.

"Why might as well try climbing the mountain?" The fat shopkeeper turned his head and said to the young man, with a cold smile.
Chapter completed!