After practicing his sword in the quiet mountain col, Liang Qiufeng returned to the courtyard and saw Yaoyao sitting on the steps blankly, her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried.
Seeing him, Yaoyao cried and pointed to the small cultivated field in the courtyard: "Little brother, the spiritual vegetables and rice I planted are all dead."
Liang Qiufeng looked over and saw a withered area, so he comforted him: "If it dies, it dies. Just plant it again."
Yaoyao shook her head and bit her red lips: "This is already the fourth batch... Also, I can't learn the "Five Elements Planting Book" no matter how I learn it..."
"Five Elements Planting Book" is a must-learn skill for smart farmers. If you can't learn it, the meaning is self-evident.
She looked up at Liang Qiufeng, with mist brewing in her eyes: "Brother, am I stupid and can't learn anything?"
Liang Qiufeng's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and he reached out to hold her in his arms, stroking her long hair: "It's okay, even if you can't learn, it doesn't matter, I have little brother here.
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Yaoyao cried out: "But I don't want to be a burden to you."
Liang Qiufeng said: "Nonsense, how can you become a burden? The food you cook is so delicious that Senior Brother Zhang comes over all day long to eat. Also, the housework is kept in order. Without you, I don't know what to do.
It’s better to do it.”
Although she knew these were words of comfort, Yaoyao felt sweet after listening to them, and her depressed mood gradually became cheerful.
Liang Qiufeng added: "I am born with talents that will be useful. If I can't practice martial arts or plant crops, there are other options. Yaoyao, don't be discouraged. You can do it."
"Squeak!"
The little one was dancing around, raising his paws and giving a thumbs up as a sign of encouragement.
When Yaoyao saw it, she was so lively and cute that she couldn't help but burst into laughter. She was like a clearing sky, bright and charming. However, she knew in her heart: other choices are easier said than done.
Time passes, autumn turns to winter, and the cold is approaching.
In winter, the annual Sword Lecture Hall opens on time.
At this time, under the instructions of Deacon Luo, the servants from the foreign government came to the sword hall every day to help and take care of the hygiene.
"Brother Wang, long time no see."
The handyman looked up and saw Liang Qiufeng, who was wearing a sword uniform and carrying a sword on his back. He quickly lowered his hands and stood in awe, opened his mouth and murmured, but could not say a word for a long time.
In the past, Liang Qiufeng was a handyman, and they could talk, laugh, and even ridicule each other. Now, the young man is a famous disciple of Jianfu. When faced with him, he immediately lost all sense of proportion and was speechless. Although Liang Qiufeng
I never treat others with dignity, but the handyman didn't think so. Subconsciously, his attitude became lower.
With different status and status, the world circle is different.
Liang Qiufeng sighed secretly, said nothing, and stepped into the sword lecture hall.
A square futon is placed neatly, and the positions where the disciples sit are not rigidly prescribed, but are determined according to the order in which they enter in the morning and evening.
In other words, the earlier you arrive, the more seats you can choose. As for latecomers, you have to sit in a corner that no one likes.
This year in the Sword Lecture Hall, the person in charge of teaching is no longer Elder Xiao Jihai, but Elder Wu Gumei.
If Xiao Jihai has a majestic yet peaceful personality, then Wu Gumei is simply inhumane. She is meticulously dressed and has no smile on her face. Her classroom discipline is rigorous to the point of harshness. Without permission,
The disciples who listened to the lecture didn't even dare to fart.
It was the first time Liang Qiufeng gave a lecture in the sword hall. He sat upright and listened very carefully.
For most Jianfu disciples, the Sword Lecture Hall is a very rare and precious opportunity. Firstly, you can listen to the elders teach the secrets of swordsmanship, which is of great benefit; secondly, if you have questions, you can raise your hand and ask the elders to explain.
Various cultivation problems.
In normal times, ordinary disciples practice swordsmanship without the guidance of a master, and many problems will accumulate.
The existence of these problems is equivalent to the obstacles on the road of cultivation. If they are not removed or broken, it will be difficult to move forward.
Liang Qiufeng was favored by Xiao Jihai, which opened the door to convenience. However, regarding difficult issues in cultivation, he did not have the opportunity to ask Xiao Jihai for advice in person, which was a pity. Now that there is an opportunity to lecture on the Sword Hall, it is natural not to
Willing to let it go.
"I would like to ask Elder Wu, when a warrior practices and rotates the Little Zhoutian, is it possible that the number of rotation circles does not comply with the rules of the grade, one more circle, or one less circle?"
When Wu Gumei said he could ask questions, Liang Qiufeng raised his hand and got the first question.
Wu Gumei said: "Although this situation is rare, it is possible. After all, there are hundreds of millions of warriors in the world, and there will always be some unusual Dantian. If at each level, the Big and Small Zhoutian can move one more circle than others, then congratulations,
You will be able to condense a trace of true energy more than others, and you will be the best among all. But if there is one less, it is called a congenital Dantian defect, which is a disease. Liang Qiufeng, why do you ask this?"
Liang Qiufeng hurriedly said: "I'm just curious, so I asked."
He has been promoted to a warrior, and Xiao Zhoutian can move ten times per level, one circle more than an average person. There is no doubt that, all other conditions being equal, his Qi is superior in terms of vigor and purity.
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According to this reasoning, every time the cultivation level increases, there will be one more circle. The little adds up to the greater, and when it reaches the ninth stage of strength, the number of extra small circles of the sky reaches ninety circles, which is exactly more than the average warrior.
Going out of nine circles is equivalent to gaining one more level of cultivation.
This is very powerful.
After figuring out the key, Liang Qiufeng was ecstatic and realized that this was probably the foundation for his rise and the biggest secret.
Therefore, when asked by Elder Wu, he did not speak frankly.
"Excuse me, Elder Wu, how does the fast sword form a rhythm?"
Just when Wu Gumei signaled that he could ask the next question, Liang Qiufeng raised his hand again, much faster than the others. This move made other Jianfu disciples who wanted to ask questions very depressed, and they slandered: Those who dare to practice fast swords can't even raise their hands.
Much faster!
Wu Gumei glanced at Liang Qiufeng: "With your cultivation level, this question is far beyond your reach, and it is even more difficult to understand. Are you sure you want to ask?"
"I'm pretty sure."
Liang Qiufeng nodded seriously.
"Okay...Rhythm is a university subject, so there is a saying that 'the beauty of application lies in one mind'. Generally speaking, there are two types: absolute rhythm and relative rhythm. Absolute rhythm means that it does not matter the enemy, opponents, or the environment.
No matter how the situation changes, I am self-centered and eternal; the relative rhythm, as the name suggests, changes with the situation..."
This explanation lasted for half an hour.
Most of the disciples present were in a daze as they heard it; Liang Qiufeng also had only a half-understanding, and only occasionally showed a thoughtful expression.
Wu Gumei saw all of this one by one.
After finally finishing speaking, I can ask the next question.
Whoosh!
The first thing that was raised up was Liang Qiufeng's hand.
"Who are these people? They raised their hands too fast. The legendary invisible hand?"
"Damn, every time the Sword Lecture Hall is held, the outer disciples can only ask two questions. He has already asked them, so why raise his hand?"
"I'll punch your lungs out, bring my sword, and I'll cut off his hand!"
Under the eyes of those who wanted to kill, Liang Qiufeng could only put down his hands reluctantly and listen to others' questions.