Chapter 59
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Next, Lin Zhizhi asked the little fat man about the geographical location around him - this time he got the answer that he shook his head blankly. For children who have never been out of the village, the farthest place is the city where their parents only enter once in a while.
There's a lot of fun and food in the city, which is their dream place.
Ordinary people don't know how to use swords, and the places they can know are limited. When Lin Zhizhi died, he saw that the beautiful young man in front of him was no longer talking. The little fat man looked at his companion askance, ignoring his gesture to leave quickly. He pulled the chair under the other person's body with his fingers. Perhaps because of the previous conversation, he was not so afraid. He boldly asked, "where are you from? In the city? Why are you with him? "
This "he" refers to the boy who is still cutting firewood. The little fat man didn't even want to look at him. The fat meat on his face was crowded into a ball, and he looked like hell in the daytime.
Lin Zhizhi's black eyes were very bright and didn't speak.
"Don't ask! Tie Zhu, we're going to be late for Mr. Wang! " The companion with two plateau Reds on his face anxiously waved to the little fat man.
The little fat iron pillar hesitated to look at the person in front of him. He craned his neck and said, "coming!" Then he whispered to Lin Zhi, "I'm going! Think about it. It's not safe around the wild seed! "
Then he ran to his companion with a quiver of flesh all over his body, turned his head to the indifferent boy from beginning to end, and wanted to scold him again. But small eyes turn, looking at Lin Zhizhi, didn't scold export, push the companion and ran away.
He is still young, does not understand the reason, all things are instilled into the parents. The prejudice of parents is due to the ignorance of ideas, not knowing how much harm it will bring to a child.
Maybe they know, just don't care.
In fact, Lin Zhizhi doesn't know how he feels in each other's heart. He and this young man have two different living paths: one is superior, the son of a noble family, and the road of cultivation is smooth, while the other is born in a mortal family, and has been discriminated against by the whole village since he was a child.
The difference between cloud and mud.
Even trying to help each other is easy to do, but he doesn't understand how much change it will bring to each other - it almost changed his life and pulled him out of the quagmire.
Not long after the group of children ran away, the boy in cloth clothes had finished chopping the firewood and neatly tied it up and put it aside. With a machete, he came to the hut.
When Lin Zhizhi pushed the door open, he grasped the machete tightly, the back of his hand was blue, and he said in a low voice, "go, go." Then he entered the cabin.
Lin Zhizhi took a look at the sun outside, lowered his eyelashes, and walked into the room with him. After entering, he slowly came to the table, picked up the steamed bread, divided it into two parts, and handed the other half to the boy.
The young man was wiping the machete with a piece of black linen cloth. He looked up at Lin Zhi and continued his action in his hand. His tone was blunt: "I'm not hungry. You can go quickly after eating."
It's like trying to push people out.
Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person with a hot face and a cold butt. In fact, it's usually someone else who is in a hurry to please him. But this time, instead of being unhappy with his youth's attitude, he began to care about it.
He took back his hand holding half a piece of steamed bread, looked left and right, and found that the only chair in the room had been moved out of the house - if he moved back, the abdominal wound would crack again. Simply so lean on the table, playing with the hands of steamed bread for a while, then raised his head and asked: "do you want to become strong?"
This made the young man's action of wiping the knife suddenly stop. He suddenly tensed his body, cut off the dripping sweat from the tip of the knife, and looked at Lin Zhizhi sharply, as if he was judging the truth of the words.
The black haired boy happened to be looking at him too. His black-and-white pupils did not have the disgust and disdain of other villagers when they looked at him, nor did they have feelings of sympathy and pity.
He seemed to be simply asking, "is this good?" This kind of question, and then waiting for his answer.
As long as there is a little sympathy in his eyes, he will not respond to this sentence.
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through the youth's mind.
Want to be stronger?
How could you not?
He dreams! He wants to control the sky one day, stand higher, and then step on the feet of those who once looked down on him! Step in the mud! Let them cry for mercy, tremble at his feet, and live in the fear of repentance!
The young man put his fingertips together with the sharp tips of the knife and let out a drop of blood. He put it to his lips, licked it off, and murmured, "yes."
When he raised his eyes to answer, the anger in his eyes was surging.
Lin Zhizhi looked at him quietly for a while, turned his head, tore a piece of steamed bread and put it into his mouth: "if you are willing to learn, I can teach you as a reward for saving me."
He looks good eating. Elegant movement, red lips and white teeth, completely incompatible with the steamed bread in his hands. It always makes people feel that such a person should drink from the wind and drink from the dew instead of eating fireworks.
“…… Don't you already know What about those things? You want to teach me? " The boy didn't quite believe this man's words.——He listened to all the children's words before. Those words are tantamount to tearing his wound open again and spreading it bloody in front of others.
But he had no choice. He was used to forbearance.
There is no strength, so we can only endure.
If he retorts, it will only get worse.
In years of forbearance, buried is the desire for strength.
So he didn't trust Lin Zhizhi very much. He always felt that he would not be so lucky that someone would teach him and not discriminate against him after knowing his life experience.
"Those things? If you don't believe it, it's all pure bluffing. " Lin Zhizhi stopped eating steamed bread, swallowed the steamed bread in his mouth, supported the table with one hand, bent down and looked straight into the young man's stubborn eyes, "as long as you have the strength, all the problems will be solved."
Whether it's the world of cultivation or the world of secularity, it's all about strength!
Why did the Lin family stand for hundreds of years? Why has Luoxian Jianzong been a giant in China for thousands of years? It's all about strength! The strength of the elders and disciples is the foundation for a force to flourish!
"Yaxuan, my name." Young eyes proud, meet Lin Zhizhi, no sense of weakness.
"Lin Zhizhi."
Yaxuan remembers each other's name.
This is the first person to release goodwill to him.
He put down his knife. Thinking of the other's identity as a practitioner, he hesitated and said, "I Do you want to be my teacher? "
Lin Zhizhi was stunned by his question and waved his hand: "I'm just teaching you some basic skills, far from being a master and apprentice."
The disciples of the cultivation world are very careful. Once they accept them, they are almost a lifelong responsibility, just like the master himself. And it's not sure if the boy has any spiritual roots. If not, Lin Zhizhi can only teach some basic sword moves. The unique skills of those sects and the Lin family can not be taught to outsiders.
Yaxuan nodded slowly, and the emotion in his heart didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness.
"Go ahead and help yourself. I'll think about how to teach you." Lin Zhizhi ate the last piece of steamed bread, and had some difficulty in squeezing out words to Yaxuan.
The boy is very tall. In such a difficult living environment, it is also higher than that of Lin Zhizhi. After listening to the other party's words, he stood up, pinned his machete to his waist, went out and carried the firewood into the house bundle by bundle.
Lin Zhi thought in his heart as he watched him busy.
Although he lost his spiritual power, as a sword cultivator, he still has a good understanding and proficiency of kendo. It's more than enough to teach a mortal who can't do martial arts. As for the skills, although there are no ready-made ones and he can't give them out, he has read a lot since he was a child, and some common skills have been engraved in his mind. It's not difficult to recite one of them, just how to determine the root of the spirit -
generally, it requires a special test instrument, and there is no such thing around him.
The witty young master of the Lin family claps his hands and stops Yaxuan, then signals the other party to close the door. He organized the language in his heart and said, "I'm not sure if you have any spiritual roots. First, I'll teach you the level of zeyuanjue. This is the most common skill in the world of cultivation. It is easy to achieve. You can change other skills in the future. If you can detect that the first level of aura is spiritual root, then I'll pass on the later levels of your skills. You write down, the spirit of the world, from the outside to the inside... "
The light in the cabin suddenly dimmed, and the dust was flying in the air. There was no way to compare it with the formal teaching place. But Langya listened carefully and didn't blink. He will each other's words, subtle to every expression in mind. With the words of the youth, close your eyes and begin to feel the aura of heaven and earth.
Looking at ya Xuan into the state, Lin Zhi's back finished the first layer method decision then stopped.
He seldom says so much at once. In addition to being lively when he was in the Lin family, Lin Zhizhi was even more sparing words after the appearance of the liking system and the dog's physique that day. Now that he has lost the support of his spiritual power and is injured, he suddenly feels that his physical strength is overdrawn.
If a practitioner loses his spiritual power, it's like a person who has a serious illness. No matter what he does, he has a feeling of weakness from his heart. Lin Zhizhi saw that it took a long time for Yaxuan to lie down beside the only bed.
Long hair scattered, black hair snow, he is like a withering flower, the beauty of the sickly amazing.
This period of time was very quiet. It was the first time that Yaxuan spent such a peaceful afternoon.
No abuse, no slander, no hunting.
Yaxuan is busy feeling aura, and Lin Zhizhi is also busy feeling aura. They accompany each other.
It turned out to be very depressing. The answer for both of them was No.
When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again and calmly faced the fact that he still could not gather spiritual power, it was night. His habitual hand touching his abdomen has been transferred to his stomach.
During the foundation period, the monk had already created a valley. In the past, he ate only because he was greedy for the taste of food. Now he wants to eat It's hunger.Ma Dan has eaten a steamed bun all day long. Is it a human being?!
Lin Zhizhi couldn't bear to straighten up his upper body and interrupted Yaxuan, who was still trying to feel the aura of heaven and earth: "Yaxuan, do you still have food here?"
Ya Xuan opened his eyes, some chagrin between the eyebrows. This chagrin was not directed at Lin Zhizhi, but at himself - he did not feel the so-called "aura".
Is he really just a mortal?! Can't be like my father all my life? Can only roll in this world of mortals, earthly mud?
He is not willing to stop here.
"I have some steamed bread here." He stopped meditating, and was ready to get up and take steamed bread for Lin Zhizhi.
“…… Don't you have some other food? For example Roast chicken? "
As soon as this words export, Ya Xuan doesn't have what reaction, Lin Zhi's oneself abruptly silent down.
Feng Qin Even he was lucky to survive. According to the strength of elder Xuanying, surely he could send the egg back to the sect safely?
Lin Zhizhi sighed, and his desire to recover his strength became stronger. He really wanted to go back to zongmen to see what the situation was.
Yaxuan pause for a moment, lips light pursed: "yes."
He went to a corner, where he tied the rabbit and pheasant that came back from the mountain yesterday. He had planned to sell them in the market. Young hands and feet neat, take the waist of the wood knife, mercilessly cut off the head of the pheasant, to hair. Take the dog's roast chicken to the stove, squat down to light the fire and roast the chicken.
He is very skillful in his movements. Since his parents died, he has been taking care of himself in this wooden house alone for decades. When many people were still in their parents' arms, Yaxuan had already learned how to make a fire and cook.
Less than half an hour later, he took a fragrant roast chicken and handed it to Lin Zhizhi on the bed.
Lin Zhizhi took it over, tore off half of it and handed it back. Yaxuan shook his head and refused: "I don't eat it."
After that, the boy sat down again, intending to follow the Dharma.
You don't eat? Are you immortal? Even he is a real immortal We all have to eat!
Lin Zhizhi is still very responsible. Now that he has decided to teach this young man, he should teach him well. At that time, he will not lose his reputation. Half of the chicken he left to Yaxuan bit his own one, and he wants to teach each other the importance of eating on time with a cold face: "don't continue, get up."
As a result, because the chicken tasted a little good, and he was really hungry in his stomach, he couldn't keep the image of cold face, and he couldn't resist biting several times before stopping.
Ya Xuan some don't know inside, open eyes to see him.
“…… You eat this, I'll teach you the sword. " Lin Zhizhi forced the half chicken to the boy, ate the rest of himself, and consciously went to the bucket to scoop up a spoon and wash his paws.
Yaxuan stood behind him, holding the half chicken. He was at a loss.
No one ever cared so much about him.
The young man's eyes stopped on half of the roast chicken. After a long silence, he reached out and tore off a piece and put it into his mouth. He's very slow, like enjoying something.
"Where is the more spacious place here that no one will disturb?" Lin Zhizhi cleans his hands and asks Yaxuan.
"It's behind the mountain. People in the village usually don't go there."
Lin Zhizhi said with satisfaction, "we'll go there when you finish eating. You'll lead the way."
Yaxuan ate very fast, and he didn't look like he was eating roast chicken at all - it was possible to be forced to eat poison. After eating the roast chicken, the boy picked up the chopper on the table and said, "let's go."
It was already dark when I went out.
From a distance, every household in the village lights up. A man with bare arms is enjoying the cool wind outside. When he sees Yaxuan, his face suddenly changes: "Why are you here, you wild breed?"?! How dare you come out? "
Ya Xuan as if did not hear that, still figure aloof, quickly with Lin Zhizhi around the village, will curse far behind.
Lin Zhiyi was able to keep up at first, but later, because of the injury, he was unable to do so. Although Ya Xuan walked in front, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes was watching him all the time. Seeing that the boy's face changed slightly and he pressed his hand on his abdomen, he quietly slowed down so that the other side could keep up.
This road usually takes only ten minutes to walk, but today he takes twice as much time.
The open space behind the mountain is very open, and there are many low weeds, which can not be turned into a field. And the scenery is not good, people in the village do not like to come here.
But Yaxuan often came, because this is the only place where he can come out, and no one surrounded him to call him a bastard.
He'll come here to practice.
No one taught him. He didn't know any moves. He just practiced the weight in a straight line and practiced his hunting skills when hunting in the mountains.
"Here it is." Lin Zhizhi points to the place in front of the root of a big tree and stops Yaxuan. The young master of the Lin family sat down against the root of the tree and asked, "do you know sword?"
He doesn't know how to use sword, and he doesn't know how to use it, so he can't afford it.Because his father is a swordsman, Yaxuan loves knives more.
Yaxuan stroked the chopper at his waist with his fingertips. He wanted to ask Lin Zhizhi if he knew how to use it. But he always felt that it was too direct. He used a euphemistic way: "can I learn it?"
Lin Zhizhi
It's an insult! Chiguoguo's insult! In front of a swordsman, I asked if I could learn the sword technique! He finally realized how he felt when he said that the sword was better in front of the ancient immortal! The ancients did not deceive me.
Since ancient times, swords and swords do not stand on both sides! ╭ (╯ ^) ╮
"what's good about Dao? You listen to those stories. They are all about walking with swords. Where can you walk with swords? It's bulky and rough, so it's easy to be borrowed by people when it's open and close. " The young man with black hair didn't even care about the dull pain of the wound. He straightened up and became black with a knife.
Yaxuan: "yes."
He didn't really argue with Lin Zhizhi about the quality of sword and sword. He just let go of the chopper and put it aside as a concession.
Lin Zhizhi was very angry for himself. Looking at each other's dark eyes, he reached out and picked a branch from the tree behind him, folded it to the right length, and began to explain: "Kendo is about doing what you want, attacking is defending..."
When it comes to swords, he says more.
After finishing his general understanding, Lin Zhizhi got up, took the branch as the sword, and made a volley backhand stroke, demonstrating the first three moves of basic sword formula to Yaxuan.
The sword cultivates a pulse, so it's domineering. It's the main attack.
Master daozun is the best among them, and Lin Zhizhi happens to be his only apprentice.
He holds the sword, and the empty hand appearance is different.
Lin Zhizhi's appearance at the moment was originally described as rather haggard and weak, and his bloodless lips were even more distressing. However, after holding the sword, the black haired boy's eyes suddenly changed, sharp up, awe inspiring and inviolable. The branch in his hand, like a magic weapon, waved with a whistling wind. His figure is elegant, just like a dragon in the clouds, and his coarse linen clothes are all like layers of wide sleeve flowing robes.
There are only three ways.
"Remember?" Lin Zhizhi stops, stands in the same place, throws the branch to ya Xuan and asks.
Yaxuan nodded and then imitated Lin Zhizhi's action.
He's not ugly, he's pretty. Because of hunting all the year round, he is tall and even a little taller than Lin Zhizhi. But his eyebrows always contain a violent spirit, do not want to communicate with anyone, refuse to thousands of miles away.
Lin Zhizhi was deeply immersed in the pulse of the sword. At a glance, he saw that although the opponent worked hard, he had no talent for the sword. He said, "you are not fit to practice sword."
Yaxuan stopped, the bangs in front of his forehead slid down, covering most of his eyes, unable to see the expression clearly. But with the strength of his hand holding the branch, he broke it.
"I'm just saying you're not suitable for swords. Don't be so nervous. Maybe you should learn about knives - but I don't know about knives. I don't like heavy weapons. " Lin Zhizhi went back to the root of the tree and sat down. He slowly broke another branch and twirled it around his fingertips. "Now you have two choices. One is to practice sword with me, and the other is to go back immediately and continue to try to gather aura."
Ya Xuan raised his head and said, "I choose the first one."
It's not easy to have such an opportunity to try to get rid of such a fate. If he gives up, how can he be reconciled?
"I guess so..." Lin Zhizhi said to himself, smashing the branch in his hand, and hitting the head of the boy with a smile, "go on, if you say you have forgotten those three moves, I won't do it again."
Yaxuan will never forget that he always has a good memory.
In the previous imitation, Yaxuan always had a lot of mistakes, which were corrected by one of Lin Zhi and started all over again.
Yaxuan was very patient. If he couldn't do it once, he would come a few more times.
He once lurked in the mountains for a week to catch a wild boar. What he needs most is patience and patience.
In the following days, he would seize every minute and second to practice. He was so diligent that he was shocked even to know that he once practiced madness. He only slept for two hours every night, from day to night. But I don't know if it's his poor aptitude or other problems. The cultivation method has never been introduced, and I can't feel the aura of heaven and earth.
Only "basic sword Jue" is very proficient in his practice of those three moves day and night. In Lin Zhizhi's words, it's still "invisible" and "practicing sword technique is as clumsy as Dao Jue" - but it's a recipe for cultivating real sword after all. Even if there is no trend of aura, it's better than many ordinary martial arts.
The most typical is reflected in the hunting of Yaxuan. In the past, he used to focus on some pheasants and rabbits. Occasionally, he used to move some beast ideas to make a living. Now he can easily win a boar.
While watching Yaxuan fight with the wild boar with the small machete, Lin Zhizhi refuses.
Because it's so hot.——Cast away Lin Jianxiu's prejudice, from an objective point of view, yaxuanyuan is not so bad.
He's really not light and flexible, he doesn't play the advantage of the sword. He was more like a wolf, lurking in the dark, waiting for the wild boar to show his real tusks before using the second move of sword formula, which killed him and cut off the head of the wild boar.
Lin Zhizhi shakes his head to eat after cooking, and slowly goes down the mountain. Yaxuan carries the boar (...) I'm going to sell it in the market to buy myself a sword.
He doesn't like the sword, but he needs it.
One by one, they went into the village.
Now there are still people abusing Yaxuan, but it's much better than at the beginning. After the little fat man's propaganda, the people in the village soon knew that there was a good-looking stranger in Yaxuan's house, who ate and lived with him and seldom went out.
Little fatty highlighted a key point, that is, Lin Zhizhi is really good-looking. At first sight, he didn't take the initiative to be with "wild seed".
These villagers are stupid and Yan con, subconsciously put all the responsibilities to Yaxuan.
It must be that he cheated Lin Zhizhi into the village. Now he has been living together, and he doesn't know when he will disappear. It's a pity.
It's because they look at Lin Zhizhi's eyes with regret rather than disgust to ya Xuan.
Just as they entered the room, Lin Zhizhi stopped in front of them, turned his head, opened the door and looked into the distance: "something is coming."
"What?" Ya Xuan frowned and looked at the same direction, but found nothing.
"One end The low level spirit beast is running here. It's very fast. Let's get out of here first. "
Although Lin Zhizhi has lost his aura, he has not recovered yet, but his sensitivity to aura is still there. He motioned to Yaxuan to leave the boar and walked out of the room with him. But before we can get out of the village, the spirit beast is very close.
As the spirit beast approached, the whole village felt the earth shaking under its feet.
"What's the matter?" The villagers ran out and looked at the source of the vibration.
It was an elephant like low-level spirit beast with black fur and leopard like pupil. It was powerful.
Lin Zhizhi has never seen such a spirit beast in Zhonglu. Now he doubts whether he has gone to another continent?
"Roar -"
the spirit beast roared in the sky, smashed the small fence at the entrance of the village, and approached the village step by step.
The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Only one exit can get people out, but it is blocked by spirit beasts at the door to catch turtles in the urn.
"What kind of monster is this?" Now the villagers also ignore Yaxuan's business, and retreat in amazement, looking at the monster crying in front of them.
Ya Xuan turns back to Lin Zhi's way: "you stay here."
Then, instead of retreating, the young man took that step in the village where he was pushing backward.
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Next, Lin Zhizhi asked the little fat man about the geographical location around him - this time he got the answer that he shook his head blankly. For children who have never been out of the village, the farthest place is the city where their parents only enter once in a while.
There's a lot of fun and food in the city, which is their dream place.
Ordinary people don't know how to use swords, and the places they can know are limited. When Lin Zhizhi died, he saw that the beautiful young man in front of him was no longer talking. The little fat man looked at his companion askance, ignoring his gesture to leave quickly. He pulled the chair under the other person's body with his fingers. Perhaps because of the previous conversation, he was not so afraid. He boldly asked, "where are you from? In the city? Why are you with him? "
This "he" refers to the boy who is still cutting firewood. The little fat man didn't even want to look at him. The fat meat on his face was crowded into a ball, and he looked like hell in the daytime.
Lin Zhizhi's black eyes were very bright and didn't speak.
"Don't ask! Tie Zhu, we're going to be late for Mr. Wang! " The companion with two plateau Reds on his face anxiously waved to the little fat man.
The little fat iron pillar hesitated to look at the person in front of him. He craned his neck and said, "coming!" Then he whispered to Lin Zhi, "I'm going! Think about it. It's not safe around the wild seed! "
Then he ran to his companion with a quiver of flesh all over his body, turned his head to the indifferent boy from beginning to end, and wanted to scold him again. But small eyes turn, looking at Lin Zhizhi, didn't scold export, push the companion and ran away.
He is still young, does not understand the reason, all things are instilled into the parents. The prejudice of parents is due to the ignorance of ideas, not knowing how much harm it will bring to a child.
Maybe they know, just don't care.
In fact, Lin Zhizhi doesn't know how he feels in each other's heart. He and this young man have two different living paths: one is superior, the son of a noble family, and the road of cultivation is smooth, while the other is born in a mortal family, and has been discriminated against by the whole village since he was a child.
The difference between cloud and mud.
Even trying to help each other is easy to do, but he doesn't understand how much change it will bring to each other - it almost changed his life and pulled him out of the quagmire.
Not long after the group of children ran away, the boy in cloth clothes had finished chopping the firewood and neatly tied it up and put it aside. With a machete, he came to the hut.
When Lin Zhizhi pushed the door open, he grasped the machete tightly, the back of his hand was blue, and he said in a low voice, "go, go." Then he entered the cabin.
Lin Zhizhi took a look at the sun outside, lowered his eyelashes, and walked into the room with him. After entering, he slowly came to the table, picked up the steamed bread, divided it into two parts, and handed the other half to the boy.
The young man was wiping the machete with a piece of black linen cloth. He looked up at Lin Zhi and continued his action in his hand. His tone was blunt: "I'm not hungry. You can go quickly after eating."
It's like trying to push people out.
Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person with a hot face and a cold butt. In fact, it's usually someone else who is in a hurry to please him. But this time, instead of being unhappy with his youth's attitude, he began to care about it.
He took back his hand holding half a piece of steamed bread, looked left and right, and found that the only chair in the room had been moved out of the house - if he moved back, the abdominal wound would crack again. Simply so lean on the table, playing with the hands of steamed bread for a while, then raised his head and asked: "do you want to become strong?"
This made the young man's action of wiping the knife suddenly stop. He suddenly tensed his body, cut off the dripping sweat from the tip of the knife, and looked at Lin Zhizhi sharply, as if he was judging the truth of the words.
The black haired boy happened to be looking at him too. His black-and-white pupils did not have the disgust and disdain of other villagers when they looked at him, nor did they have feelings of sympathy and pity.
He seemed to be simply asking, "is this good?" This kind of question, and then waiting for his answer.
As long as there is a little sympathy in his eyes, he will not respond to this sentence.
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through the youth's mind.
Want to be stronger?
How could you not?
He dreams! He wants to control the sky one day, stand higher, and then step on the feet of those who once looked down on him! Step in the mud! Let them cry for mercy, tremble at his feet, and live in the fear of repentance!
The young man put his fingertips together with the sharp tips of the knife and let out a drop of blood. He put it to his lips, licked it off, and murmured, "yes."
When he raised his eyes to answer, the anger in his eyes was surging.
Lin Zhizhi looked at him quietly for a while, turned his head, tore a piece of steamed bread and put it into his mouth: "if you are willing to learn, I can teach you as a reward for saving me."
He looks good eating. Elegant movement, red lips and white teeth, completely incompatible with the steamed bread in his hands. It always makes people feel that such a person should drink from the wind and drink from the dew instead of eating fireworks.
“…… Don't you already know What about those things? You want to teach me? " The boy didn't quite believe this man's words.——He listened to all the children's words before. Those words are tantamount to tearing his wound open again and spreading it bloody in front of others.
But he had no choice. He was used to forbearance.
There is no strength, so we can only endure.
If he retorts, it will only get worse.
In years of forbearance, buried is the desire for strength.
So he didn't trust Lin Zhizhi very much. He always felt that he would not be so lucky that someone would teach him and not discriminate against him after knowing his life experience.
"Those things? If you don't believe it, it's all pure bluffing. " Lin Zhizhi stopped eating steamed bread, swallowed the steamed bread in his mouth, supported the table with one hand, bent down and looked straight into the young man's stubborn eyes, "as long as you have the strength, all the problems will be solved."
Whether it's the world of cultivation or the world of secularity, it's all about strength!
Why did the Lin family stand for hundreds of years? Why has Luoxian Jianzong been a giant in China for thousands of years? It's all about strength! The strength of the elders and disciples is the foundation for a force to flourish!
"Yaxuan, my name." Young eyes proud, meet Lin Zhizhi, no sense of weakness.
"Lin Zhizhi."
Yaxuan remembers each other's name.
This is the first person to release goodwill to him.
He put down his knife. Thinking of the other's identity as a practitioner, he hesitated and said, "I Do you want to be my teacher? "
Lin Zhizhi was stunned by his question and waved his hand: "I'm just teaching you some basic skills, far from being a master and apprentice."
The disciples of the cultivation world are very careful. Once they accept them, they are almost a lifelong responsibility, just like the master himself. And it's not sure if the boy has any spiritual roots. If not, Lin Zhizhi can only teach some basic sword moves. The unique skills of those sects and the Lin family can not be taught to outsiders.
Yaxuan nodded slowly, and the emotion in his heart didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness.
"Go ahead and help yourself. I'll think about how to teach you." Lin Zhizhi ate the last piece of steamed bread, and had some difficulty in squeezing out words to Yaxuan.
The boy is very tall. In such a difficult living environment, it is also higher than that of Lin Zhizhi. After listening to the other party's words, he stood up, pinned his machete to his waist, went out and carried the firewood into the house bundle by bundle.
Lin Zhi thought in his heart as he watched him busy.
Although he lost his spiritual power, as a sword cultivator, he still has a good understanding and proficiency of kendo. It's more than enough to teach a mortal who can't do martial arts. As for the skills, although there are no ready-made ones and he can't give them out, he has read a lot since he was a child, and some common skills have been engraved in his mind. It's not difficult to recite one of them, just how to determine the root of the spirit -
generally, it requires a special test instrument, and there is no such thing around him.
The witty young master of the Lin family claps his hands and stops Yaxuan, then signals the other party to close the door. He organized the language in his heart and said, "I'm not sure if you have any spiritual roots. First, I'll teach you the level of zeyuanjue. This is the most common skill in the world of cultivation. It is easy to achieve. You can change other skills in the future. If you can detect that the first level of aura is spiritual root, then I'll pass on the later levels of your skills. You write down, the spirit of the world, from the outside to the inside... "
The light in the cabin suddenly dimmed, and the dust was flying in the air. There was no way to compare it with the formal teaching place. But Langya listened carefully and didn't blink. He will each other's words, subtle to every expression in mind. With the words of the youth, close your eyes and begin to feel the aura of heaven and earth.
Looking at ya Xuan into the state, Lin Zhi's back finished the first layer method decision then stopped.
He seldom says so much at once. In addition to being lively when he was in the Lin family, Lin Zhizhi was even more sparing words after the appearance of the liking system and the dog's physique that day. Now that he has lost the support of his spiritual power and is injured, he suddenly feels that his physical strength is overdrawn.
If a practitioner loses his spiritual power, it's like a person who has a serious illness. No matter what he does, he has a feeling of weakness from his heart. Lin Zhizhi saw that it took a long time for Yaxuan to lie down beside the only bed.
Long hair scattered, black hair snow, he is like a withering flower, the beauty of the sickly amazing.
This period of time was very quiet. It was the first time that Yaxuan spent such a peaceful afternoon.
No abuse, no slander, no hunting.
Yaxuan is busy feeling aura, and Lin Zhizhi is also busy feeling aura. They accompany each other.
It turned out to be very depressing. The answer for both of them was No.
When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again and calmly faced the fact that he still could not gather spiritual power, it was night. His habitual hand touching his abdomen has been transferred to his stomach.
During the foundation period, the monk had already created a valley. In the past, he ate only because he was greedy for the taste of food. Now he wants to eat It's hunger.Ma Dan has eaten a steamed bun all day long. Is it a human being?!
Lin Zhizhi couldn't bear to straighten up his upper body and interrupted Yaxuan, who was still trying to feel the aura of heaven and earth: "Yaxuan, do you still have food here?"
Ya Xuan opened his eyes, some chagrin between the eyebrows. This chagrin was not directed at Lin Zhizhi, but at himself - he did not feel the so-called "aura".
Is he really just a mortal?! Can't be like my father all my life? Can only roll in this world of mortals, earthly mud?
He is not willing to stop here.
"I have some steamed bread here." He stopped meditating, and was ready to get up and take steamed bread for Lin Zhizhi.
“…… Don't you have some other food? For example Roast chicken? "
As soon as this words export, Ya Xuan doesn't have what reaction, Lin Zhi's oneself abruptly silent down.
Feng Qin Even he was lucky to survive. According to the strength of elder Xuanying, surely he could send the egg back to the sect safely?
Lin Zhizhi sighed, and his desire to recover his strength became stronger. He really wanted to go back to zongmen to see what the situation was.
Yaxuan pause for a moment, lips light pursed: "yes."
He went to a corner, where he tied the rabbit and pheasant that came back from the mountain yesterday. He had planned to sell them in the market. Young hands and feet neat, take the waist of the wood knife, mercilessly cut off the head of the pheasant, to hair. Take the dog's roast chicken to the stove, squat down to light the fire and roast the chicken.
He is very skillful in his movements. Since his parents died, he has been taking care of himself in this wooden house alone for decades. When many people were still in their parents' arms, Yaxuan had already learned how to make a fire and cook.
Less than half an hour later, he took a fragrant roast chicken and handed it to Lin Zhizhi on the bed.
Lin Zhizhi took it over, tore off half of it and handed it back. Yaxuan shook his head and refused: "I don't eat it."
After that, the boy sat down again, intending to follow the Dharma.
You don't eat? Are you immortal? Even he is a real immortal We all have to eat!
Lin Zhizhi is still very responsible. Now that he has decided to teach this young man, he should teach him well. At that time, he will not lose his reputation. Half of the chicken he left to Yaxuan bit his own one, and he wants to teach each other the importance of eating on time with a cold face: "don't continue, get up."
As a result, because the chicken tasted a little good, and he was really hungry in his stomach, he couldn't keep the image of cold face, and he couldn't resist biting several times before stopping.
Ya Xuan some don't know inside, open eyes to see him.
“…… You eat this, I'll teach you the sword. " Lin Zhizhi forced the half chicken to the boy, ate the rest of himself, and consciously went to the bucket to scoop up a spoon and wash his paws.
Yaxuan stood behind him, holding the half chicken. He was at a loss.
No one ever cared so much about him.
The young man's eyes stopped on half of the roast chicken. After a long silence, he reached out and tore off a piece and put it into his mouth. He's very slow, like enjoying something.
"Where is the more spacious place here that no one will disturb?" Lin Zhizhi cleans his hands and asks Yaxuan.
"It's behind the mountain. People in the village usually don't go there."
Lin Zhizhi said with satisfaction, "we'll go there when you finish eating. You'll lead the way."
Yaxuan ate very fast, and he didn't look like he was eating roast chicken at all - it was possible to be forced to eat poison. After eating the roast chicken, the boy picked up the chopper on the table and said, "let's go."
It was already dark when I went out.
From a distance, every household in the village lights up. A man with bare arms is enjoying the cool wind outside. When he sees Yaxuan, his face suddenly changes: "Why are you here, you wild breed?"?! How dare you come out? "
Ya Xuan as if did not hear that, still figure aloof, quickly with Lin Zhizhi around the village, will curse far behind.
Lin Zhiyi was able to keep up at first, but later, because of the injury, he was unable to do so. Although Ya Xuan walked in front, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes was watching him all the time. Seeing that the boy's face changed slightly and he pressed his hand on his abdomen, he quietly slowed down so that the other side could keep up.
This road usually takes only ten minutes to walk, but today he takes twice as much time.
The open space behind the mountain is very open, and there are many low weeds, which can not be turned into a field. And the scenery is not good, people in the village do not like to come here.
But Yaxuan often came, because this is the only place where he can come out, and no one surrounded him to call him a bastard.
He'll come here to practice.
No one taught him. He didn't know any moves. He just practiced the weight in a straight line and practiced his hunting skills when hunting in the mountains.
"Here it is." Lin Zhizhi points to the place in front of the root of a big tree and stops Yaxuan. The young master of the Lin family sat down against the root of the tree and asked, "do you know sword?"
He doesn't know how to use sword, and he doesn't know how to use it, so he can't afford it.Because his father is a swordsman, Yaxuan loves knives more.
Yaxuan stroked the chopper at his waist with his fingertips. He wanted to ask Lin Zhizhi if he knew how to use it. But he always felt that it was too direct. He used a euphemistic way: "can I learn it?"
Lin Zhizhi
It's an insult! Chiguoguo's insult! In front of a swordsman, I asked if I could learn the sword technique! He finally realized how he felt when he said that the sword was better in front of the ancient immortal! The ancients did not deceive me.
Since ancient times, swords and swords do not stand on both sides! ╭ (╯ ^) ╮
"what's good about Dao? You listen to those stories. They are all about walking with swords. Where can you walk with swords? It's bulky and rough, so it's easy to be borrowed by people when it's open and close. " The young man with black hair didn't even care about the dull pain of the wound. He straightened up and became black with a knife.
Yaxuan: "yes."
He didn't really argue with Lin Zhizhi about the quality of sword and sword. He just let go of the chopper and put it aside as a concession.
Lin Zhizhi was very angry for himself. Looking at each other's dark eyes, he reached out and picked a branch from the tree behind him, folded it to the right length, and began to explain: "Kendo is about doing what you want, attacking is defending..."
When it comes to swords, he says more.
After finishing his general understanding, Lin Zhizhi got up, took the branch as the sword, and made a volley backhand stroke, demonstrating the first three moves of basic sword formula to Yaxuan.
The sword cultivates a pulse, so it's domineering. It's the main attack.
Master daozun is the best among them, and Lin Zhizhi happens to be his only apprentice.
He holds the sword, and the empty hand appearance is different.
Lin Zhizhi's appearance at the moment was originally described as rather haggard and weak, and his bloodless lips were even more distressing. However, after holding the sword, the black haired boy's eyes suddenly changed, sharp up, awe inspiring and inviolable. The branch in his hand, like a magic weapon, waved with a whistling wind. His figure is elegant, just like a dragon in the clouds, and his coarse linen clothes are all like layers of wide sleeve flowing robes.
There are only three ways.
"Remember?" Lin Zhizhi stops, stands in the same place, throws the branch to ya Xuan and asks.
Yaxuan nodded and then imitated Lin Zhizhi's action.
He's not ugly, he's pretty. Because of hunting all the year round, he is tall and even a little taller than Lin Zhizhi. But his eyebrows always contain a violent spirit, do not want to communicate with anyone, refuse to thousands of miles away.
Lin Zhizhi was deeply immersed in the pulse of the sword. At a glance, he saw that although the opponent worked hard, he had no talent for the sword. He said, "you are not fit to practice sword."
Yaxuan stopped, the bangs in front of his forehead slid down, covering most of his eyes, unable to see the expression clearly. But with the strength of his hand holding the branch, he broke it.
"I'm just saying you're not suitable for swords. Don't be so nervous. Maybe you should learn about knives - but I don't know about knives. I don't like heavy weapons. " Lin Zhizhi went back to the root of the tree and sat down. He slowly broke another branch and twirled it around his fingertips. "Now you have two choices. One is to practice sword with me, and the other is to go back immediately and continue to try to gather aura."
Ya Xuan raised his head and said, "I choose the first one."
It's not easy to have such an opportunity to try to get rid of such a fate. If he gives up, how can he be reconciled?
"I guess so..." Lin Zhizhi said to himself, smashing the branch in his hand, and hitting the head of the boy with a smile, "go on, if you say you have forgotten those three moves, I won't do it again."
Yaxuan will never forget that he always has a good memory.
In the previous imitation, Yaxuan always had a lot of mistakes, which were corrected by one of Lin Zhi and started all over again.
Yaxuan was very patient. If he couldn't do it once, he would come a few more times.
He once lurked in the mountains for a week to catch a wild boar. What he needs most is patience and patience.
In the following days, he would seize every minute and second to practice. He was so diligent that he was shocked even to know that he once practiced madness. He only slept for two hours every night, from day to night. But I don't know if it's his poor aptitude or other problems. The cultivation method has never been introduced, and I can't feel the aura of heaven and earth.
Only "basic sword Jue" is very proficient in his practice of those three moves day and night. In Lin Zhizhi's words, it's still "invisible" and "practicing sword technique is as clumsy as Dao Jue" - but it's a recipe for cultivating real sword after all. Even if there is no trend of aura, it's better than many ordinary martial arts.
The most typical is reflected in the hunting of Yaxuan. In the past, he used to focus on some pheasants and rabbits. Occasionally, he used to move some beast ideas to make a living. Now he can easily win a boar.
While watching Yaxuan fight with the wild boar with the small machete, Lin Zhizhi refuses.
Because it's so hot.——Cast away Lin Jianxiu's prejudice, from an objective point of view, yaxuanyuan is not so bad.
He's really not light and flexible, he doesn't play the advantage of the sword. He was more like a wolf, lurking in the dark, waiting for the wild boar to show his real tusks before using the second move of sword formula, which killed him and cut off the head of the wild boar.
Lin Zhizhi shakes his head to eat after cooking, and slowly goes down the mountain. Yaxuan carries the boar (...) I'm going to sell it in the market to buy myself a sword.
He doesn't like the sword, but he needs it.
One by one, they went into the village.
Now there are still people abusing Yaxuan, but it's much better than at the beginning. After the little fat man's propaganda, the people in the village soon knew that there was a good-looking stranger in Yaxuan's house, who ate and lived with him and seldom went out.
Little fatty highlighted a key point, that is, Lin Zhizhi is really good-looking. At first sight, he didn't take the initiative to be with "wild seed".
These villagers are stupid and Yan con, subconsciously put all the responsibilities to Yaxuan.
It must be that he cheated Lin Zhizhi into the village. Now he has been living together, and he doesn't know when he will disappear. It's a pity.
It's because they look at Lin Zhizhi's eyes with regret rather than disgust to ya Xuan.
Just as they entered the room, Lin Zhizhi stopped in front of them, turned his head, opened the door and looked into the distance: "something is coming."
"What?" Ya Xuan frowned and looked at the same direction, but found nothing.
"One end The low level spirit beast is running here. It's very fast. Let's get out of here first. "
Although Lin Zhizhi has lost his aura, he has not recovered yet, but his sensitivity to aura is still there. He motioned to Yaxuan to leave the boar and walked out of the room with him. But before we can get out of the village, the spirit beast is very close.
As the spirit beast approached, the whole village felt the earth shaking under its feet.
"What's the matter?" The villagers ran out and looked at the source of the vibration.
It was an elephant like low-level spirit beast with black fur and leopard like pupil. It was powerful.
Lin Zhizhi has never seen such a spirit beast in Zhonglu. Now he doubts whether he has gone to another continent?
"Roar -"
the spirit beast roared in the sky, smashed the small fence at the entrance of the village, and approached the village step by step.
The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Only one exit can get people out, but it is blocked by spirit beasts at the door to catch turtles in the urn.
"What kind of monster is this?" Now the villagers also ignore Yaxuan's business, and retreat in amazement, looking at the monster crying in front of them.
Ya Xuan turns back to Lin Zhi's way: "you stay here."
Then, instead of retreating, the young man took that step in the village where he was pushing backward.
Next, Lin Zhizhi asked the little fat man about the geographical location around him - this time he got the answer that he shook his head blankly. For children who have never been out of the village, the farthest place is the city where their parents only enter once in a while. There's a lot of fun and food in the city, which is their dream place. Ordinary people don't know how to use swords, and the places they can know are limited. When Lin Zhizhi died, he saw that the beautiful young man in front of him was no longer talking. The little fat man looked at his companion askance, ignoring his gesture to leave quickly. He pulled the chair under the other person's body with his fingers. Perhaps because of the previous conversation, he was not so afraid. He boldly asked, "where are you from? In the city? Why are you with him? " This "he" refers to the boy who is still cutting firewood. The little fat man didn't even want to look at him. The fat meat on his face was crowded into a ball, and he looked like hell in the daytime. Lin Zhizhi's black eyes were very bright and didn't speak. "Don't ask! Tie Zhu, we're going to be late for Mr. Wang! " The companion with two plateau Reds on his face anxiously waved to the little fat man. The little fat iron pillar hesitated to look at the person in front of him. He craned his neck and said, "coming!" Then he whispered to Lin Zhi, "I'm going! Think about it. It's not safe around the wild seed! " Then he ran to his companion with a quiver of flesh all over his body, turned his head to the indifferent boy from beginning to end, and wanted to scold him again. But small eyes turn, looking at Lin Zhizhi, didn't scold export, push the companion and ran away. He is still young, does not understand the reason, all things are instilled into the parents. The prejudice of parents is due to the ignorance of ideas, not knowing how much harm it will bring to a child. Maybe they know, just don't care. In fact, Lin Zhizhi doesn't know how he feels in each other's heart. He and this young man have two different living paths: one is superior, the son of a noble family, and the road of cultivation is smooth, while the other is born in a mortal family, and has been discriminated against by the whole village since he was a child. The difference between cloud and mud. Even trying to help each other is easy to do, but he doesn't understand how much change it will bring to each other - it almost changed his life and pulled him out of the quagmire. Not long after the group of children ran away, the boy in cloth clothes had finished chopping the firewood and neatly tied it up and put it aside. With a machete, he came to the hut. When Lin Zhizhi pushed the door open, he grasped the machete tightly, the back of his hand was blue, and he said in a low voice, "go, go." Then he entered the cabin. Lin Zhizhi took a look at the sun outside, lowered his eyelashes, and walked into the room with him. After entering, he slowly came to the table, picked up the steamed bread, divided it into two parts, and handed the other half to the boy. The young man was wiping the machete with a piece of black linen cloth. He looked up at Lin Zhi and continued his action in his hand. His tone was blunt: "I'm not hungry. You can go quickly after eating." It's like trying to push people out. Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person with a hot face and a cold butt. In fact, it's usually someone else who is in a hurry to please him. But this time, instead of being unhappy with his youth's attitude, he began to care about it. He took back his hand holding half a piece of steamed bread, looked left and right, and found that the only chair in the room had been moved out of the house - if he moved back, the abdominal wound would crack again. Simply so lean on the table, playing with the hands of steamed bread for a while, then raised his head and asked: "do you want to become strong?" This made the young man's action of wiping the knife suddenly stop. He suddenly tensed his body, cut off the dripping sweat from the tip of the knife, and looked at Lin Zhizhi sharply, as if he was judging the truth of the words. The black haired boy happened to be looking at him too. His black-and-white pupils did not have the disgust and disdain of other villagers when they looked at him, nor did they have feelings of sympathy and pity. He seemed to be simply asking, "is this good?" This kind of question, and then waiting for his answer. As long as there is a little sympathy in his eyes, he will not respond to this sentence. At this moment, many thoughts flashed through the youth's mind. Want to be stronger? How could you not? He dreams! He wants to control the sky one day, stand higher, and then step on the feet of those who once looked down on him! Step in the mud! Let them cry for mercy, tremble at his feet, and live in the fear of repentance! The young man put his fingertips together with the sharp tips of the knife and let out a drop of blood. He put it to his lips, licked it off, and murmured, "yes." When he raised his eyes to answer, the anger in his eyes was surging. Lin Zhizhi looked at him quietly for a while, turned his head, tore a piece of steamed bread and put it into his mouth: "if you are willing to learn, I can teach you as a reward for saving me." He looks good eating. Elegant movement, red lips and white teeth, completely incompatible with the steamed bread in his hands. It always makes people feel that such a person should drink from the wind and drink from the dew instead of eating fireworks. Don't you already know What about those things? You want to teach me? " The boy didn't quite believe this man's words.He listened to all the children's words before. Those words are tantamount to tearing his wound open again and spreading it bloody in front of others. But he had no choice. He was used to forbearance. There is no strength, so we can only endure. If he retorts, it will only get worse. In years of forbearance, buried is the desire for strength. So he didn't trust Lin Zhizhi very much. He always felt that he would not be so lucky that someone would teach him and not discriminate against him after knowing his life experience. "Those things? If you don't believe it, it's all pure bluffing. " Lin Zhizhi stopped eating steamed bread, swallowed the steamed bread in his mouth, supported the table with one hand, bent down and looked straight into the young man's stubborn eyes, "as long as you have the strength, all the problems will be solved." Whether it's the world of cultivation or the world of secularity, it's all about strength! Why did the Lin family stand for hundreds of years? Why has Luoxian Jianzong been a giant in China for thousands of years? It's all about strength! The strength of the elders and disciples is the foundation for a force to flourish! "Yaxuan, my name." Young eyes proud, meet Lin Zhizhi, no sense of weakness. "Lin Zhizhi." Yaxuan remembers each other's name. This is the first person to release goodwill to him. He put down his knife. Thinking of the other's identity as a practitioner, he hesitated and said, "I Do you want to be my teacher? " Lin Zhizhi was stunned by his question and waved his hand: "I'm just teaching you some basic skills, far from being a master and apprentice." The disciples of the cultivation world are very careful. Once they accept them, they are almost a lifelong responsibility, just like the master himself. And it's not sure if the boy has any spiritual roots. If not, Lin Zhizhi can only teach some basic sword moves. The unique skills of those sects and the Lin family can not be taught to outsiders. Yaxuan nodded slowly, and the emotion in his heart didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness. "Go ahead and help yourself. I'll think about how to teach you." Lin Zhizhi ate the last piece of steamed bread, and had some difficulty in squeezing out words to Yaxuan. The boy is very tall. In such a difficult living environment, it is also higher than that of Lin Zhizhi. After listening to the other party's words, he stood up, pinned his machete to his waist, went out and carried the firewood into the house bundle by bundle. Lin Zhi thought in his heart as he watched him busy. Although he lost his spiritual power, as a sword cultivator, he still has a good understanding and proficiency of kendo. It's more than enough to teach a mortal who can't do martial arts. As for the skills, although there are no ready-made ones and he can't give them out, he has read a lot since he was a child, and some common skills have been engraved in his mind. It's not difficult to recite one of them, just how to determine the root of the spirit - generally, it requires a special test instrument, and there is no such thing around him. The witty young master of the Lin family claps his hands and stops Yaxuan, then signals the other party to close the door. He organized the language in his heart and said, "I'm not sure if you have any spiritual roots. First, I'll teach you the level of zeyuanjue. This is the most common skill in the world of cultivation. It is easy to achieve. You can change other skills in the future. If you can detect that the first level of aura is spiritual root, then I'll pass on the later levels of your skills. You write down, the spirit of the world, from the outside to the inside... " The light in the cabin suddenly dimmed, and the dust was flying in the air. There was no way to compare it with the formal teaching place. But Langya listened carefully and didn't blink. He will each other's words, subtle to every expression in mind. With the words of the youth, close your eyes and begin to feel the aura of heaven and earth. Looking at ya Xuan into the state, Lin Zhi's back finished the first layer method decision then stopped. He seldom says so much at once. In addition to being lively when he was in the Lin family, Lin Zhizhi was even more sparing words after the appearance of the liking system and the dog's physique that day. Now that he has lost the support of his spiritual power and is injured, he suddenly feels that his physical strength is overdrawn. If a practitioner loses his spiritual power, it's like a person who has a serious illness. No matter what he does, he has a feeling of weakness from his heart. Lin Zhizhi saw that it took a long time for Yaxuan to lie down beside the only bed. Long hair scattered, black hair snow, he is like a withering flower, the beauty of the sickly amazing. This period of time was very quiet. It was the first time that Yaxuan spent such a peaceful afternoon. No abuse, no slander, no hunting. Yaxuan is busy feeling aura, and Lin Zhizhi is also busy feeling aura. They accompany each other. It turned out to be very depressing. The answer for both of them was No. When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again and calmly faced the fact that he still could not gather spiritual power, it was night. His habitual hand touching his abdomen has been transferred to his stomach. During the foundation period, the monk had already created a valley. In the past, he ate only because he was greedy for the taste of food. Now he wants to eat It's hunger.Ma Dan has eaten a steamed bun all day long. Is it a human being?! Lin Zhizhi couldn't bear to straighten up his upper body and interrupted Yaxuan, who was still trying to feel the aura of heaven and earth: "Yaxuan, do you still have food here?" Ya Xuan opened his eyes, some chagrin between the eyebrows. This chagrin was not directed at Lin Zhizhi, but at himself - he did not feel the so-called "aura". Is he really just a mortal?! Can't be like my father all my life? Can only roll in this world of mortals, earthly mud? He is not willing to stop here. "I have some steamed bread here." He stopped meditating, and was ready to get up and take steamed bread for Lin Zhizhi. Don't you have some other food? For example Roast chicken? " As soon as this words export, Ya Xuan doesn't have what reaction, Lin Zhi's oneself abruptly silent down. Feng Qin Even he was lucky to survive. According to the strength of elder Xuanying, surely he could send the egg back to the sect safely? Lin Zhizhi sighed, and his desire to recover his strength became stronger. He really wanted to go back to zongmen to see what the situation was. Yaxuan pause for a moment, lips light pursed: "yes." He went to a corner, where he tied the rabbit and pheasant that came back from the mountain yesterday. He had planned to sell them in the market. Young hands and feet neat, take the waist of the wood knife, mercilessly cut off the head of the pheasant, to hair. Take the dog's roast chicken to the stove, squat down to light the fire and roast the chicken. He is very skillful in his movements. Since his parents died, he has been taking care of himself in this wooden house alone for decades. When many people were still in their parents' arms, Yaxuan had already learned how to make a fire and cook. Less than half an hour later, he took a fragrant roast chicken and handed it to Lin Zhizhi on the bed. Lin Zhizhi took it over, tore off half of it and handed it back. Yaxuan shook his head and refused: "I don't eat it." After that, the boy sat down again, intending to follow the Dharma. You don't eat? Are you immortal? Even he is a real immortal We all have to eat! Lin Zhizhi is still very responsible. Now that he has decided to teach this young man, he should teach him well. At that time, he will not lose his reputation. Half of the chicken he left to Yaxuan bit his own one, and he wants to teach each other the importance of eating on time with a cold face: "don't continue, get up." As a result, because the chicken tasted a little good, and he was really hungry in his stomach, he couldn't keep the image of cold face, and he couldn't resist biting several times before stopping. Ya Xuan some don't know inside, open eyes to see him. You eat this, I'll teach you the sword. " Lin Zhizhi forced the half chicken to the boy, ate the rest of himself, and consciously went to the bucket to scoop up a spoon and wash his paws. Yaxuan stood behind him, holding the half chicken. He was at a loss. No one ever cared so much about him. The young man's eyes stopped on half of the roast chicken. After a long silence, he reached out and tore off a piece and put it into his mouth. He's very slow, like enjoying something. "Where is the more spacious place here that no one will disturb?" Lin Zhizhi cleans his hands and asks Yaxuan. "It's behind the mountain. People in the village usually don't go there." Lin Zhizhi said with satisfaction, "we'll go there when you finish eating. You'll lead the way." Yaxuan ate very fast, and he didn't look like he was eating roast chicken at all - it was possible to be forced to eat poison. After eating the roast chicken, the boy picked up the chopper on the table and said, "let's go." It was already dark when I went out. From a distance, every household in the village lights up. A man with bare arms is enjoying the cool wind outside. When he sees Yaxuan, his face suddenly changes: "Why are you here, you wild breed?"?! How dare you come out? " Ya Xuan as if did not hear that, still figure aloof, quickly with Lin Zhizhi around the village, will curse far behind. Lin Zhiyi was able to keep up at first, but later, because of the injury, he was unable to do so. Although Ya Xuan walked in front, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes was watching him all the time. Seeing that the boy's face changed slightly and he pressed his hand on his abdomen, he quietly slowed down so that the other side could keep up. This road usually takes only ten minutes to walk, but today he takes twice as much time. The open space behind the mountain is very open, and there are many low weeds, which can not be turned into a field. And the scenery is not good, people in the village do not like to come here. But Yaxuan often came, because this is the only place where he can come out, and no one surrounded him to call him a bastard. He'll come here to practice. No one taught him. He didn't know any moves. He just practiced the weight in a straight line and practiced his hunting skills when hunting in the mountains. "Here it is." Lin Zhizhi points to the place in front of the root of a big tree and stops Yaxuan. The young master of the Lin family sat down against the root of the tree and asked, "do you know sword?" He doesn't know how to use sword, and he doesn't know how to use it, so he can't afford it.Because his father is a swordsman, Yaxuan loves knives more. Yaxuan stroked the chopper at his waist with his fingertips. He wanted to ask Lin Zhizhi if he knew how to use it. But he always felt that it was too direct. He used a euphemistic way: "can I learn it?" Lin Zhizhi It's an insult! Chiguoguo's insult! In front of a swordsman, I asked if I could learn the sword technique! He finally realized how he felt when he said that the sword was better in front of the ancient immortal! The ancients did not deceive me. Since ancient times, swords and swords do not stand on both sides! ^ "what's good about Dao? You listen to those stories. They are all about walking with swords. Where can you walk with swords? It's bulky and rough, so it's easy to be borrowed by people when it's open and close. " The young man with black hair didn't even care about the dull pain of the wound. He straightened up and became black with a knife. Yaxuan: "yes." He didn't really argue with Lin Zhizhi about the quality of sword and sword. He just let go of the chopper and put it aside as a concession. Lin Zhizhi was very angry for himself. Looking at each other's dark eyes, he reached out and picked a branch from the tree behind him, folded it to the right length, and began to explain: "Kendo is about doing what you want, attacking is defending..." When it comes to swords, he says more. After finishing his general understanding, Lin Zhizhi got up, took the branch as the sword, and made a volley backhand stroke, demonstrating the first three moves of basic sword formula to Yaxuan. The sword cultivates a pulse, so it's domineering. It's the main attack. Master daozun is the best among them, and Lin Zhizhi happens to be his only apprentice. He holds the sword, and the empty hand appearance is different. Lin Zhizhi's appearance at the moment was originally described as rather haggard and weak, and his bloodless lips were even more distressing. However, after holding the sword, the black haired boy's eyes suddenly changed, sharp up, awe inspiring and inviolable. The branch in his hand, like a magic weapon, waved with a whistling wind. His figure is elegant, just like a dragon in the clouds, and his coarse linen clothes are all like layers of wide sleeve flowing robes. There are only three ways. "Remember?" Lin Zhizhi stops, stands in the same place, throws the branch to ya Xuan and asks. Yaxuan nodded and then imitated Lin Zhizhi's action. He's not ugly, he's pretty. Because of hunting all the year round, he is tall and even a little taller than Lin Zhizhi. But his eyebrows always contain a violent spirit, do not want to communicate with anyone, refuse to thousands of miles away. Lin Zhizhi was deeply immersed in the pulse of the sword. At a glance, he saw that although the opponent worked hard, he had no talent for the sword. He said, "you are not fit to practice sword." Yaxuan stopped, the bangs in front of his forehead slid down, covering most of his eyes, unable to see the expression clearly. But with the strength of his hand holding the branch, he broke it. "I'm just saying you're not suitable for swords. Don't be so nervous. Maybe you should learn about knives - but I don't know about knives. I don't like heavy weapons. " Lin Zhizhi went back to the root of the tree and sat down. He slowly broke another branch and twirled it around his fingertips. "Now you have two choices. One is to practice sword with me, and the other is to go back immediately and continue to try to gather aura." Ya Xuan raised his head and said, "I choose the first one." It's not easy to have such an opportunity to try to get rid of such a fate. If he gives up, how can he be reconciled? "I guess so..." Lin Zhizhi said to himself, smashing the branch in his hand, and hitting the head of the boy with a smile, "go on, if you say you have forgotten those three moves, I won't do it again." Yaxuan will never forget that he always has a good memory. In the previous imitation, Yaxuan always had a lot of mistakes, which were corrected by one of Lin Zhi and started all over again. Yaxuan was very patient. If he couldn't do it once, he would come a few more times. He once lurked in the mountains for a week to catch a wild boar. What he needs most is patience and patience. In the following days, he would seize every minute and second to practice. He was so diligent that he was shocked even to know that he once practiced madness. He only slept for two hours every night, from day to night. But I don't know if it's his poor aptitude or other problems. The cultivation method has never been introduced, and I can't feel the aura of heaven and earth. Only "basic sword Jue" is very proficient in his practice of those three moves day and night. In Lin Zhizhi's words, it's still "invisible" and "practicing sword technique is as clumsy as Dao Jue" - but it's a recipe for cultivating real sword after all. Even if there is no trend of aura, it's better than many ordinary martial arts. The most typical is reflected in the hunting of Yaxuan. In the past, he used to focus on some pheasants and rabbits. Occasionally, he used to move some beast ideas to make a living. Now he can easily win a boar. While watching Yaxuan fight with the wild boar with the small machete, Lin Zhizhi refuses. Because it's so hot.Cast away Lin Jianxiu's prejudice, from an objective point of view, yaxuanyuan is not so bad. He's really not light and flexible, he doesn't play the advantage of the sword. He was more like a wolf, lurking in the dark, waiting for the wild boar to show his real tusks before using the second move of sword formula, which killed him and cut off the head of the wild boar. Lin Zhizhi shakes his head to eat after cooking, and slowly goes down the mountain. Yaxuan carries the boar ... I'm going to sell it in the market to buy myself a sword. He doesn't like the sword, but he needs it. One by one, they went into the village. Now there are still people abusing Yaxuan, but it's much better than at the beginning. After the little fat man's propaganda, the people in the village soon knew that there was a good-looking stranger in Yaxuan's house, who ate and lived with him and seldom went out. Little fatty highlighted a key point, that is, Lin Zhizhi is really good-looking. At first sight, he didn't take the initiative to be with "wild seed". These villagers are stupid and Yan con, subconsciously put all the responsibilities to Yaxuan. It must be that he cheated Lin Zhizhi into the village. Now he has been living together, and he doesn't know when he will disappear. It's a pity. It's because they look at Lin Zhizhi's eyes with regret rather than disgust to ya Xuan. Just as they entered the room, Lin Zhizhi stopped in front of them, turned his head, opened the door and looked into the distance: "something is coming." "What?" Ya Xuan frowned and looked at the same direction, but found nothing. "One end The low level spirit beast is running here. It's very fast. Let's get out of here first. " Although Lin Zhizhi has lost his aura, he has not recovered yet, but his sensitivity to aura is still there. He motioned to Yaxuan to leave the boar and walked out of the room with him. But before we can get out of the village, the spirit beast is very close. As the spirit beast approached, the whole village felt the earth shaking under its feet. "What's the matter?" The villagers ran out and looked at the source of the vibration. It was an elephant like low-level spirit beast with black fur and leopard like pupil. It was powerful. Lin Zhizhi has never seen such a spirit beast in Zhonglu. Now he doubts whether he has gone to another continent? "Roar -" the spirit beast roared in the sky, smashed the small fence at the entrance of the village, and approached the village step by step. The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Only one exit can get people out, but it is blocked by spirit beasts at the door to catch turtles in the urn. "What kind of monster is this?" Now the villagers also ignore Yaxuan's business, and retreat in amazement, looking at the monster crying in front of them. Ya Xuan turns back to Lin Zhi's way: "you stay here." Then, instead of retreating, the young man took that step in the village where he was pushing backward.
