"Junior sister, are you okay?" Yang Yichan heard someone calling in confusion, but was unable to respond.
It was three days later when she woke up again. She had been suffering from high fever for the past three days, crying for her parents in her sleep. When the aunt who took care of her saw her waking up, she quickly brought rice soup, supported her to drink it slowly, and murmured:
"Fortunately, when you fainted, Brother Fu, who was doing morning exercises, found you in time. Otherwise, you would have been in danger if you had not rolled off the cliff."
After about ten days of treatment, Yichan recovered and officially started her life in Qingcheng.
As his father expected, the regular life in Qingcheng was a rare and stable life for Yang Yichan, who had been wandering for several years.
Early that morning, before dawn, there were waves of pine trees, and with three bells ringing, morning exercises began in Yanwuping in the mist. Qin Yongjie stood at the top of the steps to lead the exercises.
"Sister Yang, have you heard of Senior Brother Qin? In the last Emei Sword Forum, in the decisive battle of the youth group, Senior Brother Qin represented Qingcheng and won the championship, overwhelming all factions in Shushan. This is our absolute pride in Qingcheng!"
The round-faced Jiang Hehe looked at her senior brother Qin with endless admiration, her mind not on the morning exercises at all. She came to Qingcheng half a year before Yang Yichan, and she knew many of the people in the sect.
Looking at Senior Brother Qin's handsome face, Yang Yichan couldn't help but feel something strange in her heart. Is it kindness or admiration? I can't tell, I can't tell, it's like the spring breeze blowing across the water...
Qingcheng Sword Technique is based on the Taoist Xuanmen mind method. It emphasizes that the body and mind practice together, and the sword moves freely. During practice, the moves are smooth and slow. The sword moves are used to guide the breath, and the sword technique is focused on building the foundation. During the competition, the sword technique is clear and sharp.
Swift, steep and cold.
"Green peaks!" Qin Yongjie roared loudly. Under his leadership, all the disciples concentrated calmly and moved skillfully. The sword array was uniform and flowed slowly. Against the backdrop of the morning light, it further demonstrated the momentum of the sword array of the famous sect.
Yi Chan is so envious.
After the lead exercise, Qin Yongjie walked up to Yang Yichan with a young woman: "Junior sister Yang, this is your senior sister Xin. She will teach you the basic skills for the time being." Then he turned to Xin Qingzi and said: "Qingcheng Thirteen Postures
, please teach Junior Sister Yang as soon as possible. In two days, the master will conduct an inspection." After giving two instructions, he left.
Xin Qingzi is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He is not tall but has a good figure. His loose training clothes cannot hide his proud breasts. He looks handsome, but his cheekbones are slightly high and the whites of his eyes occupy most of his eye sockets, which makes him feel less
Easy to get along with. After Qin Yongjie left, Xin Qingzi put away his smile and said condescendingly: "Jiang Hehe, you have been practicing the Qingcheng Thirteen Styles for more than half a year. Teach Junior Sister Yang as soon as possible." After that, he turned and left.
When Yang Yichan first arrived, she was shunned by her arrogant senior sister. She was on her own under the roof, so what could she do.
Ten days later, Qin Yongjie came over to ask about it once, but stopped paying attention to Yichan. As he was busy with things, he forgot about it. Xin Qingzi saw that Qin Yongjie didn't take it seriously, so he tricked Yichan into teaching him three moves and two moves, and sent Yichan away.
Gave it to Jiang Hehe.
Jiang Hehe taught swordsmanship very hard, but it was a pity that the learning time was short and the understanding was not enough. Jiang Hehe was slightly younger than Yichan by one year, but he put entry first, so he called Yichan "Mei Yang" as a senior sister, and the two of them
After half-learning and half-teaching, they soon became close friends, and life passed quickly. Gradually, Yang Yichan's attachment to her father faded and she got used to life in the mountains.
….
On this day, during the evening class at Tianzhenwu Hall, a group of fellow apprentices walked into the hall surrounded by Qin Yongjie.
"That boy Bai Fu has always been arrogant. This time he was defeated by Senior Brother Qin. How happy he is!"
"He was defeated so embarrassingly that he is still arrogant!"
………
Qin Yongjie's hero's scarf was a little messy, but his expression was bright. "Junior Brother Fu is somewhat capable, but Qingcheng's martial arts is profound and profound, and his talent is not enough. Even the master himself cannot enter the realm of transformation!"
"Who is Senior Brother Bai Fu?" Yang Yichan asked:
"Hush! Keep your voice down, this person is Senior Brother Qin's mortal enemy in Qingcheng!" Jiang Hehe replied.
"Ah? Senior Brother Qin is a leader among the young disciples in Qingcheng. If he has a grudge against Senior Brother Qin, there must be something hateful about this person." Yang Yichan said thoughtfully.
"Oh? You fell in love secretly within a few days of joining the family?" Jiang Hehe teased with a playful look in his eyes.
Yang Yichan laughed and scolded and changed the subject. But she secretly despised this senior fellow apprentice Fu. She went to Qingcheng just to concentrate on her studies. It would be better to stay away from such senior fellow apprentices in the future.
Three months have passed like this, and Yang Yichan has basically learned the Qingcheng Thirteen Movements. As the big exam in half a year is coming, Yang Yichan practices even harder, day and night, for fear of failing in the competition.
Being laughed at by fellow students.
Early in the morning on the first day of July, Yanwu Ping was crowded with people. Today was the half-year exam. All the disciples came to Yanwu Ping early and stood in line with their masters, waiting for the exam to arrive.
Qingcheng Zhengyi teaches sect rules. Those who have been introduced for less than a year are mainly based on Poomsae proficiency. Those who are more than one year old are mainly based on sparring competitions. Each division also has team assessment projects, such as sword formation, etc.
Yang Yichan didn't bother to watch other students compete, and kept practicing repeatedly outside the court, constantly telling herself: "Practice hard, don't fail in the performance." "Don't be nervous, you can do it." Before it even started, she was already all dressed up.
Sweating.
"Please invite Yang Yichan, a disciple of Qingshi Taoist Priest, to come on." Senior Brother Si Li shouted. Yichan's legs felt a little weak when he heard it. He walked to the center of Yanwu Ping, where a group of senior brothers and sisters sat around the Yanwu Ping.
In the main hall, Jianfu Palace, sat five famous elders. In the middle were Taoist Master Qingxuan and his master, Taoist Master Qingshi. When Yang Yichan saw it, he became even more nervous, his throat was dry, and his hands and feet were weak.
"Junior Sister Yichan, please practice the Thirteen Qingcheng Sword Techniques!" Senior Brother Si Li waved his hand.
"promise!"
Yang Yichan bowed deeply to the five Taoist priests, stood up straight, and slightly bent his knees. He looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his heart, and calmed down. Then he took a deep breath, held a long sword in his hand, and pointed the sword at a 45-degree angle.
Point diagonally upward. This is the starting position of Qingcheng Thirteen Postures.
"Get up!" Yang Yichan shouted softly, flicked his wrist, and the sword light spread out with his body movements. After ten moves, although the transition between moves was still a bit obscure, the overall movement was smooth. Yang Yichan was heartbroken.
Relaxing, his eyes glanced at Qin Yongjie casually. He saw that senior brother Qin was not paying attention to him at all, and was teasing the junior sisters beside him. Yang Yichan felt lost, and her mind was disrupted. Which move should she perform next, and suddenly her mind went blank.
Secret passage is not good.
"What kind of messy swordsmanship is this, or is it the Thirteen Styles of Qingcheng?" The disciples began to whisper.
Yang Yichan was so anxious and panicked that she changed her moves and slashed with her sword from top to bottom. She even used the silver sword technique that her mother had passed down to her.
"Stop!" Taoist Priest Qingshi snorted and yelled loudly. Yang Yichan trembled as if struck by lightning, and was at a loss. "Cang!" The long sword in his hand was frightened and fell to the ground.
"Qingcheng disciple actually dropped his sword?" All the Qingcheng disciples burst into laughter.
"Asshole, useless thing!" Under the mocking eyes of the crowd, Priest Qingshi couldn't help but walked away...
Yang Yichan was extremely embarrassed and ashamed, but she didn't know what to do and stood blankly in the center of Yanwu Ping.
"Haha, Yichan has just entered Qingcheng, so it is understandable that he is not proficient in his moves. Just practice more in the future. Don't blame yourself too much!" Taoist Priest Qingxuan, the leader, was not surprised, and stretched out his hand to move Yichan in front of him,
He smiled kindly and spoke in a gentle tone: "You should leave the stage to rest first, adjust your inner breath, and don't think too much. Your master hates iron and cannot be transformed into steel. I am here to persuade him to return to the stage. Haha."
"Thank you, Master." Yang Yichan was relieved, saluted the four elders on the stage, and returned to the queue. The scene just now seemed like a lifetime ago.