After experiencing a few incense sticks of breathing luck, Wu Shuang's condition was much better, so he forced the young man to teach him more sword moves. Since the meridians are unobstructed, he can be considered to have entered the first level of practice. This level is called Lianyuan, which is the first realm of the thinnest internal energy in the meridians. The internal energy in the meridians is mixed and impure, and everything is not to be developed. It is necessary to nourish it carefully. It is not easy to regulate the internal energy like a gossip into a thick and majestic dragon crossing the river. Therefore, people who practice Taoism usually spend a lot of time in this level, trying to make the internal energy gradually become stronger, remove the messy energy, and make it pure and clear, so that they can have more chances of success when breaking the realm in the future.

There are very few internal energy that Lianyuan can mobilize. Don’t talk about flying swords that can penetrate the body, even if you can penetrate the body, let alone hurt the enemy with your energy. Previously, Yun Zhong was just taking advantage of the situation, and the internal energy was attached to the bone hairpin by the old Taoist and lent it to Yun Zhong. The purpose was to let the young man copy the sword intent and feel the movement of the internal energy.

There are many beautiful jade and good talents in the world, and there are many amazing people who have made rapid progress in realms or who can cross-border enemies after virtual thoughts. But I have never heard of anyone who can kill the realm of the realm of the Living Yuan without using the help of the method of the Death Sect. Even if the characters are young and have no precedents. In the first realm of the Taoism, the Living Yuan is the basis. There is no realm of the world, and it is possible that any of the people with outstanding martial arts skills and have never practiced can beat the realm of the first realm of crying and calling for their parents.

Therefore, some young men have excellent immortal roots but no sect protection, more than half of them fall into this state. The saying that a man is guilty of having a treasure is particularly applicable in the world.

Wu Shuang is worried about this now. When he is at the peak of his cultivation, if no one is coming, he can easily protect Yun Zhong. But now his old injuries have not yet healed and his cultivation has been damaged. If he encounters today's situation again, the young man's life will probably be trapped in the cage forest, and even the gods and immortals will have no power to turn the world back.

So Wu Shuang planned to teach the young man a few more tricks, not worrying about not being able to chew too much, but with the young man's understanding, supplemented by daily hard practice, it is not difficult to understand the ordinary sword and find.

Yun Zhong looked helpless. He couldn't figure out his master's thoughts: Wu Dajianxian's injury was still there, and Yun Zhong's body was just getting rid of the poison. Moreover, he had to understand the sword intent just now. He wanted to pierce his head on the bed and sleep with his yin and yang. Why did he suddenly remember to recruit him?

Wu Shuang's three sword styles were all heroic sword moves. Unlike climbing a tower, the murderous aura was not very strong, but it was very powerful, with a drastic posture. The simple long sword was in Wu Shuang's hands, just like a whale crossing the sea to destroy a strange beast, and it was extremely majestic.

In the blue sky, the mountain stream flows, clear and transparent. You can vaguely see young shrimps molting at the bottom, stomping their feet and breaking out of their old shells. The milky white shrimps are eroded by the water flow and expanded for a few circles quickly before they can barely slow down their momentum, walking leisurely with the water, hiding in the dark green water plants, and growing quietly.

The green mountains are dotted with green clouds and chased the clouds straight up. The master and disciple at the foot of the mountain are two, one is using a sword to pass on the move, and the other is taking a closer look.

The thing that the young man respected Wu Shuang the most was that no matter whether the shopkeeper Wu was smiling at the previous moment, or the merchants on the way were bargaining with him, or the dream was awakened, and he was unruly, and with a sword in his hand, Wu Shuang's aura turned into a sharp edge.

The name of the sword move named by Wu Shuang is quite elegant. Yun Zhong is very doubtful whether his master has used all the elegant words he has learned throughout his life to naming. The sword moves are Luan Ying, Mian Waterfall, and Knocking. The first two are progressive attack styles, and the third move is backhand style.

The phoenix welcomes it, and the phoenix greets it. The sword does not retreat at all. The wrists are shaking to push away the enemy's weapons. It looks like a phoenix bird, a blue bird, a bird, a bird, and a bird, and a snake spits out the letter. Although it has some rotational force, the casting force remains unabated, but its power is even more than three points.

The waterfall is very different from the Luanying, which is a real sword style that uses momentum to suppress people. Fighting close to each other, especially among swordsmen, the most taboo thing is to let the opponent see through the sword path, block the angle of the sword from everywhere, and finally the sword is broken. Once the sword is removed, the luck will be better and you can still recover your life. Those positions with poor luck will only fall into a different body and head, and it is cheaper to the tiger and wolf in the mountains. The waterfall style is used to deal with this situation. If the two swords are at a disadvantage, they will withdraw the sword with different techniques, and knock the sword blades like iron, and the more urgent it will become, the heavier it will be, like a waterfall stacked to force the enemy's sword blade to open the enemy's sticking blades.

In contrast, the straight-knocking is simple and easy to understand, and is a backhand. It means that when the opponent's sword blade comes, the sword in his palm is close to the former blade, as if he is tracing the origin and sliding down to the swallowing sword grid. He lifts the sword blade on his wrist and locks it firmly.

The three swords are different. Yun Zhong carefully deduced them in his mind and roughly learned the similarities and differences between these three sword moves: the difficulty of Luan Ying lies in how to shake his wrists, and it is necessary to ensure that the casting momentum is not reduced. The difficulty of stacking waterfalls is sudden how to withdraw the sword now.

As for tracing, it is possible to use the light of the light when facing the enemy. You can only improve when practicing with others on weekdays, and there is no other way.

After the sword was recruited, Wu Dajianxian and Yun Xiaosi were in a dilemma. They lay down to the thick earth surrounded by green grass, and their fingers were reluctant to move. The sun today is not as vicious as before, and there is still a faint breeze blowing on their faces, bringing a refreshing taste that has not been seen for many days. It is almost noon, and the master and disciple still haven't noticed the heat, but they have a strong sense of hunger in their stomachs.

From midnight to midnight to midday at sunset, I was deducing the sword move before I had enough rest. The two of them were very hungry and thirsty, and they were reluctant to get up because of lazy insects. If someone passes by, they will definitely laugh at me.

"The bull's nose is really not up to the Tao. With his spirit, how could he not see the hungry and embarrassment of me? When he saw the lunch, he didn't invite our master and disciple to go up the mountain to have a full meal. This matter was very upset." Wu Shuang, who was lying on the ground with big words, was unable to calm down and pulled up the tender grass at his hand, as if he was pulling the old Taoist beard.

Yun Zhong was not much better, and his meridians were first opened, which was very exhausting. He was half old and his body had not grown up. It was the time when the old man was talking about eight kilograms of beef sauce. The bones and flesh all over his body were hungry and could not be blocked.

"Master, don't say that. After all, the old seniors are very helpful. There is no need to invite us to a meal for reason. It's really impossible. At worst, my disciple will go to the river to catch a few fish and cook it with just a little bit of roast." Yun Zhongxiang advised that although he likes to take advantage of it, since the old seniors help him and arrange others behind their backs, it is really unreasonable. So he forced himself to sit up and prepare to go to the river to catch fish.

Wu Dajianxian lay down and hummed, rolling his eyes, "No, he still owe me..." The fat man hesitated for a long time, but could not imagine what Li Baoyu owed him, but instead remembered the debt he owed. Then he was so angry that he simply closed his eyes and let the young man go to catch fish.

When he was drowsy, words suddenly rang in Wu Shuang's ears, old and thick.

"You kid is really heartless. What do I owe you?"
Chapter completed!