"Okay, let's get things done first. I'm going to prepare at home. When you come back, you'll get married." Lu Tianlin thought of the happiness and laughed heartily. After a moment, he frowned and asked, "Son, where did you spend that time in your memory?"
Lu Ming also smiled and said, "It was in a small village called Shanlintun. I was dying at that time and was rescued by the old man in the village. He spent all his money to help me heal my injuries. Then the village chief gave me a house and another piece of land to let me have food and live there. I was having a leisurely life in my life. Later, I met a bandit and insisted on snatching Meilian away. The villagers were all beaten to save us..."
When Lu Tianlin heard what happened during that period, he said little by little. He didn't expect that so many things had happened to his son this year. And if there were no old man in the village, he would probably have discovered it later and his son would have been a corpse.
Lu Tianlin sighed in his heart, and he grabbed Lu Ming's hand tighter. He didn't expect that the people there would be so simple and did nothing to repay their work. This is really rare in today's era.
Lu Tianlin suddenly frowned and said, "Why don't you bring them back? I must repay my son's savior. It must be better to bring them back and live there."
Looking back on the past, Lu Ming also smiled and said, "I originally invited them, but the old people said they were used to staying in the mountains and were reluctant to leave, so I wanted to send them some waterwheels, oxen and so on to make their lives easier."
"Very good, son, our Lu family is just to repay kindness." Lu Tianlin patted his son's shoulder with a sincere expression, and then said, "How many people are there in their village? You have lived for so long, you should know. Let's say a number, one person, one cow, one person, one waterwheel, and they can use it as much as they want."
"Okay." Lu Ming felt the real boldness in his father, in Ouyang Luo's words, it was a pure nouveau riche.
"However, it is best to do this with a safe person, which not only makes people accept our things, but also does not make people feel like giving alms." Lu Ming thought for a while and said, "It's the feeling of usually visiting relatives to bring gifts, that's right."
"It's easy to deal with. Let the housekeeper do it. You can feel completely at ease when he does things. I'll ask him to make a list, and then you can see what you need to add, just fill it in." Lu Tianlin said generously.
Lu Ming nodded and saw a hint of fatigue on his father's face, he quickly got up and left. After all, his father had no true energy cultivation and had a lot of things to be busy every day. After drinking, he was easily tired.
At this time, the old Sword Lord and the Destruction Sword Saint returned to the courtyard where they lived with a red face. They were in the same courtyard as Lu Ming. The two elders sat cross-legged on the stone chair and started chatting.
Lu Ming walked over, greeted the two elders, and then told them in detail about the fact that they wanted to cancel their identity for the saint.
"There is a rule." The Destruction Sword Saint said with his beard: "You are very thoughtful. After removing these troubles, the Saint is a free man, and there will be no problems in general. It is just some tasks. For you, it is not a big problem. Marrying a Saint is quite legendary. In fact, this is not the first time in history. It has been used before. The Sword Hall is very popular, and these tasks are actually just a process. I really can't figure out how one of the Supreme Seven Swords could defect to the Sword Hall?"
"From the various performances of the Sword Hall over the years, I have not figured out this matter." The old sword master sighed lightly, threw the sword master aside, and then said: "There is only one thing that must be paid attention to. The other saints are quite dangerous. I think even if I don't say it, you should understand something through your own contact. If you have the chance, they will never let the other party go, let alone the saints who have cancelled their identities. The hatred during the competition will follow."
Lu Ming nodded very seriously, wrote down all the words of the two elders, and then started talking about kendo again.
After a while, it was the real winter. The sky gradually fell from heavy snow, spreading the earth with a layer of silver, loose and soft, like freshly baked cakes, laying the ground in the whole world, like a dream.
Lu Ming enjoyed this rare and comfortable time, but he still got up very early every day, practiced swords with his brothers, and occasionally discussed with each other to help everyone find some possible disadvantages or hidden injuries, and then adjust them one by one to solve them.
At this time, Lu Ming was standing in the courtyard, quietly watching Nangong Huajian practicing swords. His body movements were very flexible, and the flying waves of snow were driving waves of snow. A powerful aura burst out. His sword realm had reached the level of a real half-step sword master.
Lu Ming nodded secretly, his eyes moved downwards. On the snowy ground, his steps were clearly printed, forming a complex mesh, almost without any leakage.
However, in Lu Ming's view, Nangong Huajian's problem is actually that instinct is not strong enough, and the left-hand sword is almost not tempered at all. The consequence of this is that it is that it is impossible to respond to the opponent's attack during the battle. Even if the brain issues instructions, the body cannot coordinate, and it looks quite awkward.
Now, the temperature is almost the same.
Lu Ming called Nangong Huajian directly, then took him back to his own room and stood in front of the dressing mirror.
Standing in front of the dressing mirror, Nangong Huajian was waiting quietly. He knew that Lu Ming must be looking for him for the left-hand sword, so he seemed to be waiting calmly on the surface, but in fact he was already boiling inside. This was a big event about his life's swordsmanship!
However, over the past year, Nangong Huajian has experienced a lot and tempered him. Even when facing such an incident, he can face it calmly. His mood is no longer the same.
Lu Ming nodded and said with a smile: "What you lack now is not swordsmanship, strength, or body and footwork. On the contrary, over the past year, you have tempered all these to your own extreme state. What you lack now is just a way of tempering."
Nangong Huajian nodded silently. He could say that he knew his own strength better than anyone else, but after practicing hard for so long, he couldn't find a correct way to quickly temper the left-hand sword. If he practiced according to the current situation, it would be useless without ten years. If he encountered a low-level opponent, he could fight, and encountered a high-level swordsman, he would have to escape. He did not even have the opportunity to fight. Such a swordsman could not create confidence at all. Now Lu Ming was going to teach himself a way, which was really something that made people wait and see!
Alas! Nangong Huajian sighed secretly in his heart. If it weren't for Lu Ming, he would have died in the trial land. He would really not be able to repay him in this life!
Lu Ming patted his shoulder, then pointed to the huge dressing mirror and said, "What's the difference if you look at the mirror?"
Nangong Huajian acted according to his words, waving his cheeks, looking left and right, and found that he seemed to have grown much older. He didn't know where he had been the genius, but after he lost his glitz, this is his real self.
Nangong Huajian smiled bitterly, but then thought that Lu Ming asked himself to see himself, not to let himself see what he had become, but to have other purposes.
Nangong Huajian frowned slightly, and his left hand holding the sword shook slightly. This was because his body's instinct was completely uncontrollable, but in the battle, such a slight deviation was fatal...
Wait! Nangong Huajian browed, he widened his eyes and looked in the mirror tightly, and found that he had just shook his slightest, but in the mirror, the right hand reflected was his right hand!
Right hand! Nangong Huajian's heart thrilled, and his left hand quickly waved it. In the mirror, it was a real right hand sword! If he didn't pay attention, he would definitely think that this was an illusion, but this was real.
"Do you want me to practice swords in front of the mirror?" Although Nangong Huajian said this, his eyes could no longer be separated from the mirror. This feeling of finding the feeling of practicing swords really made him reluctant to let go for a second. He looked like an extremely narcissistic person.
"I am a genius, and the surname Wu is indeed extraordinary." Lu Ming nodded gently and said, "Now the character in the mirror is your opponent. You must attack him with all your strength and fully display what you have learned in your life, but you also need to pay attention to the shadow behind you."
"Shadow?" Nangong Huajian was stunned again.
"Yes, it's the shadow you see in the mirror."
Lu Ming pointed to the mirror, then pointed behind Gong Huajian, and continued: "You in the mirror are your enemy, and the shadow behind you will move with the movement of light, and he is the enemy following you."
Nangong Huajian's eyes lit up: "My left hand is the right hand, and the right hand is the left hand! I understand that when I attack in front, I should also pay attention to behind or other directions. This is the attack that follows the shadow, so that I can hone my skills like a real battle."
"Yeah, that's it." Lu Ming smiled with satisfaction. Dealing with such a genius was to save trouble and worry. He paused and said, "I want to go to the sword hall to do something, and I may not be able to come back in a short period of time. If you feel that your practice has improved, add another mirror. But you have to remember that practicing swords must be progressive step by step, and you must not seek each other, and don't force yourself too tightly. I calculated that with your talent, you can increase it to eight mirrors within a year. At that time, you will be placed among thousands of troops and can kill all directions." (To be continued.)