Kunlun Mountain is tall and majestic, soaring upward, like a fairyland on earth. Whenever the mountain wind suddenly rises, the sea of clouds will float in the twilight, and the mountains and hills are like fairy islands on the sea, floating suddenly, with a majestic atmosphere.
Ye Jun lived at Yuzhu Peak, beside him, Wei Wuji and Lao Wu. The one hundred "Lin" camp was stationed at the foot of the mountain. If there were no emergency affairs, he would not have stepped into Kunlun.
The young Taoist priest riding a green cow often came over, not to see Ye Junlin, but to see Wei Wuji.
The young Taoist priest looked extremely light, no matter who he was, Gu Jing Wubo, but he turned to Wei Wuji and instantly changed into a flattering villain's face.
Ye Junlin couldn't figure it out.
He didn't think about it anymore. His purpose in Kunlun Mountain was to learn swords, and he was not thinking about things at all.
Old Wu teaches sword intent, Wei Wuji teaches sword intent, and the Taoist priest in green comes to play from time to time, pointing out Ye Junlin's "Dao of Heaven" in one move, and his life is fulfilling.
Zhao Chongshan never appeared except for showing his face. Asked the young Taoist priest, it was said that he had been practicing in seclusion.
Old Wu teaches the sword, which is extremely strange and harsh.
He did not accept the sword, but instead lifted a rusty sword. He practiced the sword but did not seek sharpness. He did the opposite, and was blunt.
Wei Wuji looked at Ye Junlin's confused face and smiled slightly without saying a word.
From early spring to midsummer, no matter the wind and rain, they stand under the sunlight, hold the knife with one arm and stand for four, five, six, seven or eight hours. The blade cannot be slanted, otherwise you will have to start over again.
On the first day, Ye Junlin gritted his teeth and persevered for eight hours, and fainted on the spot. The blade never tilted, to be precise, did not even tremble.
Old Wu looked at Ye Junlin who was lying on the ground and walked over and pinched the boy's stiff arm, and smiled slightly. He took the knife and slapped a wisp of sword energy.
The inconspicuous blunt knife shone out a rune, which lingers for a week and then penetrates into the blade.
The days afterwards were still dull. In addition to standing there for a few hours a day, several additional projects were added.
Lao Wu did not teach Ye Junlin any profound and mysterious sword skills, but just asked him to repeat several boring actions: straight stab, slant, vertical chop, and back sweep. Punch three thousand, slid three thousand, slid four thousand, slid four thousand, slid four thousand.
Lao Wu originally thought Ye Junlin would ask "Why", but he didn't expect that Ye Junlin did not say a word from beginning to end, but just practiced hard.
This made Lao Wu very depressed.
The day of practicing swords is the Great Heat, and after the Great Heat is the beginning of autumn. White dew, autumn equinox, and after the cold dew, fine frost falls.
The long gown was replaced with a short-sleeved shirt, and the short-sleeved shirt was replaced with a long gown. During the rotation of clothes, half a year of time almost disappeared.
No matter how spring flowers, summer, or autumn leaves rotate, Ye Junlin's attitude towards practicing swords is always the same. Lao Wu was very pleased with this.
Practicing swords and swords is no more than that of a young Taoist priest who practices the "Dao of Heaven" and pays attention to opportunities. The practice of swordsmanship is just a drop of water and stone.
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Ye Junlin's life was quite boring, but the young Taoist priest was better than three points: in addition to watching the mountains every day, he rode cows and herds cattle, and his days were boring.
The young Taoist priest was named "Hu Jinming". No one in Kunlun except the head of Zhao Chongshan, no one has achieved his seniority. It is said that when his former head of the army ascended, he went down the mountain to take him as his closed disciple who was still in his infancy.
There are thirteen views of the six palaces of Kunlun Mountain, swordsmen, swordsmen, and Taoist priests. No matter who sees this young man, he must respectfully call him "Uncle Master". Those with smaller generations even have to shout "Uncle Master Master". Fortunately, this young "ancestor" has never come down the mountain, but just takes a look at the archway of "Kunlun Dangxing" in front of the mountain gate.
Hu Jinming lived in Kunlun for 20 years. Most of the time, he was either in the Taiqing Palace of Yuzhu Peak or on the Lotus Peak, with his crown upside down, and rarely contacted people.
Fortunately, several people have seen Hu Jinming’s true face. When they go back, they tell people that this “Uncle Master” has a very good temper, has a profound knowledge, and is elegant and wonderful.
Originally just a place to live alone, now there is Ye Junlin.
Hu Jinming was not angry, generous and natural. In addition to watching the mountains and herding cattle and riding cows, he also went to get close to Wei Wuji and guide Ye Junlin in one move and half of the move.
After a while, two people who had been bored in life gradually became friends.
"Old Hu, why don't you go down the mountain?" Ye Junlin practiced knife for a day, his bones were almost disintegrating. He fell into a pile of firewood and asked curiously.
The youngest "Uncle Master" in Kunlun Taoism history grinned: "Before the master ascended, he taught me some mathematical arithmetics, and asked me to calculate a small calculation every day, a middle calculation every month, and a big calculation every month. When will I go down the mountain and when will I go into seclusion, but since I learned this arithmetic, there is no day when I don't need to go into seclusion."
"I think you don't have to go down the mountain in this life." Ye Junlin, who was extremely tired, fell into the haystack and fell asleep.
Hu Jinming sat on Yuzhu Peak, holding his cheeks with both hands, dazed intently, his eyes blurred, as if a red dress was slowly coming, looking pretty and stunning.
Hu Jinming's face turned slightly red, and his eyes slowly closed, as if he had drunk a jar of thousand-year-old wine.
Drunk.
"Red beans grow in the south, and they start to fall in spring and wither in winter. It is better not to miss lovesickness than to miss lovesickness."
Above the head of the Taoist priest in blue, there were dozens of white-feathered cranes full of spiritual energy, hovering and chirping, setting him up like an immortal.
Old Wu chuckled and said, "This kid is a little interesting."
Wei Wuji caresses the teacup on the table, absent-minded.
“How to say it?”
Old Wu raised his hand and drank the tea in front of him: "This little kid practices the 'supreme way of heaven'."
Wei Wuji was slightly shocked, and the thick porcelain tea bowl in his hand fell in vain and fell to pieces.
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Kunlun lives in the northwest of Qingxiao, with a radius of thousands of miles, without people, only wastelands, deserts, mountains and dense forests.
In places with fewer people, it is easier to survive.
Those who committed crimes and committed murder in the "Seventeen Kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period" took the guys in their hands and robbed the house and fled to this wilderness.
Over time, there were more copycats around Kunlun.
He usually acts as a mercenary, leads the way to hunt, earns salary, occasionally turns against others, kills and robs. He never does anything less. He said without extremeness that in this mercenary, as long as he is in the hands of a mercenary, he is soaked in countless innocent blood.
On the 111th day of practicing the knife, Ye Junlin received a special test.
In the southeast of Kunlun, there was a mercenary bandit. They had just looted a caravan, and 17 men, women, young and old in the team died of misfortune.
Ye Junlin's mission is extremely simple: kill all these beasts that are harmful to the will of heaven.
Ye Junlin carried the blunt knife on his shoulder and stepped down the mountain. He thought it would be an easy task, but the moment he went down the mountain, he heard another request from Lao Wu.
"You must not use mysterious skills, nor use the level of pressure. Just swing the knife and slash hard, just like a confrontation between the chaotic army, eyes looking at each other, sword fighting with swords."
Ye Junlin's eyebrows flashed with a hint of melancholy...