At this moment, Gu Yanwu looked at Lu Yun and said, "My friend, take your beloved disciple aside first and stay away from me, otherwise I will not be able to use it, old man!"
When Lu Yun heard this, he came to Hu Niu, took the girl's little hand, and slowly said, "Hu Niu, stand aside with me and take a good look at the old man's sword technique."
"Oh... I got it."
Hu Niu nodded obediently, followed Lu Yun to the side, and observed it not far away.
Over the past few days, Lu Yun knew that although this old swordsman had taken action several times, he mostly did it casually.
I don't know what this person looks like when he is serious, and he also hopes that this person's sword skills can reach.
While opening his eyes, he can use this template to draw in the future!
When Guo Yanwu saw that his old face was full of solemnity, he slowly said: "The sword techniques in this world are different, and they are different. They seem to be complicated, but in the final analysis, they are nothing more than...
Slash, collapse, flirt, hang, sweep!
Point, thorn, cloud, wipe, stir!
Cut, chop, stand, push, press!
Wear, break, cut, brush, pick!"
"I'll talk about what it means to split!"
After talking, his body suddenly moved. In a moment, the sword was filled with aura. The short sword was like the wind, and he used a slash with one blow.
Then he turned around and shouted: "Broken!"
The sword energy of the short sword was surging, and a snow-collapsed artistic conception came towards us, and the wind swept over the remaining clouds, which was hard to stop!
Then he stepped in and followed, and then he raised the curtain and drew his sword and danced!
The originally short, fat and honest man suddenly became like a sharp sword, swept away the kindness of the fat old man at the beginning, and had the momentum of a mortal horse that was empty forever.
I saw the short sword in his hand slashing, picking, pricking, wiping, placing, tweeting, and dots. Each move and move as if it was alive, wandering with his body, flying up and down.
When Guo Yanwu moves, he is like thunder storm on the ground, and all beasts are running around, condensing the river, and the waves are shining brightly. In a moment, he is like a rainbow drinking in the stream, and mercury is leaking out of the ground!
It was really the moon striking the cold river, the sword light trunk clouds, just like the cold wind blowing on the face, the bones were relaxing, and it was like a dragon coming out of the water, the waves splashing and swaying.
His sword skills are both hard and soft, elegant and elegant, as quiet as mountains, and as wind and thunder, and have reached the realm of unity of man and sword.
Suddenly, Guo Yanwu was flew seven times in a row, and the long sword in his hand was instantly connected three times. In an instant, the sword light was radiant in this inch of space and the sword energy was filled with!
Hu Niu was focused on everything in front of her and stared at her without turning her eyes, not willing to miss even a moment.
Lu Yun stood still, expressionless, but under his wide sleeve, his right index finger couldn't help but twitch, using his finger to replace his pen, copying what he saw and heard in the air.
At the same time, the wonderful Taoist aggregate in his mind also changed, and he saw that as Lu Yun's fingertips could not help copying...
In the sea of ​​consciousness, phantoms of ink splashing ink are formed, and these figures that are invisible to the surface are not distinguished, either by or by a man or a woman.
Lu Yun has heard of, seen, and thought about those familiar people he has thought about in his previous life.
Some come from words, some come from images, and some are from those who come from high and go high in the story.
All of them became these ink-dyeed outlines, copied with his fingertips, and leaped into the air in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, turning left and right, and stalemates.
And as Lu Yun became immersed in his imagination, these figures began to replicate clones. The sword in his hand was either long or short, with the positive and negative flowers, two sides depended on each other, one sword was surprising and the sword was unique.
There are also people who do not reveal or draw, do not stop, jump and fly high, and win easily.
It seems simple to chop and swing the thorn, but these moyings have made countless moves, and they are constantly distinguishing various moyings, constantly evolving into different styles.
In an instant, tens of thousands of figures were performing a colorful freehand masterpiece deep in Lu Yun's sea of ​​consciousness.
These thousands of figures are dark and grand, majestic and solemn, like thousands of troops, all arranged in a row, and a large area of ​​blackness. It looks very impressive, making people feel that they are magnificent and meaningful.
As time goes by, Lu Yun's index finger swings gradually slower and slower, and the shadows in the sea of ​​consciousness begin to disappear one by one, like dreams and bubbles disappear one by one.
In the end, a long ink sword was left alone, floating and sinking in the sea of ​​consciousness.
Lu Yun seemed to have transformed into tens of thousands of ink shadows dancing in the air, and it was like having a refreshing dream of spring and autumn.
Wait until the end, wake up in a dream...
Let’s see that Guo Yanwu just closed his sword, let out a long breath, rubbed his achesy arms, and sighed to himself: “I’m really old!”
Then he looked at Hu Niu and said, "Xiao Miaomu, have you remembered the sword technique I just used?"
Hu Niu scratched her head and hesitated: "Some have written down the ones, some seem to remember them but they have remembered them."
Seeing this, Guo Yanwu smiled: "What I thought about in my life was just when I was dancing the sword. It would be great that you, a girl, could remember a little.
I will break each move and break it for you in the rest of my time.
Unfortunately, I can only practice for ten days and go through it sloppyly. As for how much you can get from me, it depends on yourself!"
The girl nodded and followed closely, and then began to practice with Guo Yanwu. Guo Yanwu first told Hu Niu a set of breathing methods used when dancing swords.
Then he taught one move after another, and he could learn one move in one day, and he could learn it in about ten days.
Today is from chopping practice...
At this moment, Lu Yun had no need to stay by his side, so he left the woods on his own.
On his way back, Lu Yun saw Zhao Kuo, running over panting.
When Zhao Kuo saw Lu Yun walking back, he immediately shouted: "Mr. Lu, where is my master?"
Lu Yun pointed casually into the woods adjacent to the village and said, "It's in that forest."
"Well, my ancestor has a sword dance. What do I mean is a complete dance?"
“Yes, I just finished the dance.”
Hearing this, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but look lost.
He was so angry that he slapped his forehead and cursed: "It's really a pig's brain. He knew that the master would dance again from the beginning, but he still slept like a pig!"
Seeing this, Lu Yun was puzzled: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you? You seem unhappy."
"I want to die now. Master never easily reveals his complete sword skills in front of others. Even my elder brother has only witnessed it once when he was a child."
Seeing Zhao Kuo's expression of annoyance, Lu Yun smiled and said, "It's okay, he is teaching my disciple to practice swords now. You may get something if you observe by your side."
"It's different. In the end, it's just my own, not the most powerful sword in my master's hand."
Seeing Zhao Kuo look discouraged, Lu Yun said: "It's nothing wrong. I've just witnessed it. Why not tell me the secrets in it? I wouldn't say anything."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kuo curled his lips and said indifferently: "Mr. Lu, I think it's better to forget it. The tricks here are not something you, a person who has not learned swords, can understand. I'd better go to the forest first."
Chapter completed!