The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 4

"Junior Sister, are you okay?" Yang Yichan vaguely heard someone shouting, but was unable to answer.

When she woke up again, it was three days later. During these three days, she had a high fever and cried for her parents in her sleep.Seeing her waking up, the aunt who took care of her hurriedly brought rice soup, helped her to drink it slowly, and muttered, "Fortunately, when you passed out, you were found in time by Fu Geer who was doing morning exercises. If you don't roll off the cliff, you will be in danger." gone."

After about ten days of recuperation, Yichan recovered from her illness and officially started her life in Qingcheng.

Just as his father expected, Qingcheng's regular life is a rare and stable life for Yang Yichan who has been wandering for several years.

Early this morning, before dawn, the pine waves burst out, and with three bells ringing, in the mist, the morning exercise at Yanwuping began, and Qin Yongjie stood on the top of the steps to lead the exercise.

"Sister Yang, have you heard of Senior Brother Qin? In the decisive battle of the younger generation in the last Emei Swordsmanship Competition, Senior Brother Qin represented Qingcheng in the battle, beating all the factions in Shushan to win the championship. Qingcheng is absolutely proud of us!"

The round-faced Jiang Hehe looked at her Senior Brother Qin with endless admiration, not thinking about morning exercises at all.She came to Qingcheng half a year earlier than Yang Yichan, and she knows all about the people in the faction.

Looking at Senior Brother Qin's handsome face, Yang Yichan couldn't help feeling a little strange, was it kindness or admiration?I can't say it well, I can't say it, like a spring breeze blowing across the water...

Qingcheng swordsmanship is based on the Taoist Taoist mind method, and it pays attention to the cultivation of body and mind, and the sword moves freely.When practicing, the moves are smooth, the movements are slow, the sword moves are used to guide the breath, and the foundation is established.During the competition, the swordsmanship was clear and fast, and the sword was sharp and cold.

"Green peaks and emerald greens!" Qin Yongjie let out a clear whistle. Under his leadership, all the disciples were calm and skillful.Also cicada is very envious.

After leading the exercises, Qin Yongjie brought a young woman to Yang Yichan: "Junior Sister Yang, this is your Senior Sister Xin. Let her teach you the basic kung fu for now." Then he turned his head and said to Xin Qingzi: "Qingcheng Thirteen Forms , you teach Junior Sister Yang as soon as possible, and the master will inspect it in two days." After giving two instructions, he left.

Xin Qingzi was about seventeen or eighteen years old, not tall but with a protruding appearance, and her proud chest could not be concealed by her loose practice clothes.The appearance is pretty, but the cheekbones are slightly high, and the whites of the eyes occupy more than half of the eye sockets, so I don't feel so easy to get along with.After Qin Yongjie left, Xin Qingzi put away his smiling face, and said condescendingly: "Jiang Hehe, you have practiced the Qingcheng Thirteen Forms for more than half a year, teach Junior Sister Yang as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left.

When Yang Yichan first arrived, she was squeezed out by senior sister Tsundere, so what could she do if she was alone under the eaves.

Ten days later, Qin Yongjie came over to ask once, and he stopped paying attention to Yichan.In addition, I was busy with work, so I forgot about it once I went back and forth.Seeing that Qin Yongjie didn't take it seriously, Xin Qingzi taught him three tricks and sent Yichan to Jiang Hehe.

Jiang Hehe taught swordsmanship very wholeheartedly, but it's a pity that he learned it for a short time and his understanding was not enough.Jiang Hehe is slightly younger than Yichan by one year, but he started first, and called Yichan as "Sister Yang" as a senior sister. The two of them half studied and half taught, and soon became bosom friends, and the days passed quickly.

Gradually, Yang Yichan's attachment to his father also faded, and he got used to life on the mountain.

.......
This day, during the evening class at Zhenwu Hall, a group of brothers surrounded Qin Yongjie and walked into the hall.

"That kid Bai Fu is always defiant, but this time he was defeated by Senior Brother Qin again, so happy!"

"The defeat is so embarrassing, let him still be arrogant!"

.........

The hero scarf on Qin Yongjie's head was a little messy, but his face was bright. "Junior Fu Fu has some abilities, but Qingcheng's martial arts is extensive and profound, and his talent is not enough. Even if he is the head of the sect, he can't enter the realm of transformation!"

"Who is Senior Brother Bai Fu?" Yang Yichan asked:

"Hush! Whisper, this person is Brother Qin's sworn enemy in Qingcheng!" Jiang Hehe replied.

"Ah? Senior brother Qin can be regarded as a leader among the young disciples in Qingcheng. If he has a grudge with senior brother Qin, he must have something to hate." Yang Yichan said thoughtfully.

"Oh? Have you made a secret promise within a few days of getting started?" Jiang Hehe teased with a smile on his eyes.

Yang Yichan laughed and cursed, and changed the subject.But he secretly respected and kept away from this Senior Brother Fu, he went to Qingcheng by himself to concentrate on learning art, if this kind of Senior Brother meets you in the future, it is better to stay away.

In this way, three months have passed, and Yang Yichan has basically learned this set of Qingcheng Thirteen Forms.Seeing that the half-year exam was coming, Yang Yichan practiced even harder, day and night, for fear of being laughed at by his peers during the competition.

In the early morning of the first day of July, the Yanwu Ping was crowded with people.Today is the half-year exam, and all the disciples came to Yanwuping early, stood by the door of the teacher, and waited for the exam.

Qingcheng Zhengyi teaches the rules of the school, and those who have been in the door for less than a year are mainly based on the proficiency of poomsae.Those who have been for more than one year will mainly practice duels.Each division also has team assessment items, such as sword formation.

Yang Yichan didn't bother to watch other peer competitions, she kept rehearsing on the sidelines repeatedly, telling herself: "Practice hard, don't blow it up." sweat.

"Please invite Yang Yichan, a disciple of Daoist Qingshi, to play."

Senior Brother Si Li shouted loudly.When Yichan heard this, her calf felt a little weak.

Walking to the center of Yanwuping, a group of senior brothers and sisters sat around the Yanwuping according to the door of the master. On the main seat of the main hall Jianfu Palace sat five famous elders. .When Yang Yichan saw it, she became even more nervous, her throat was dry, and her hands and feet felt weak.

"Junior Sister Yichan, please practice the Qingcheng Thirteen Styles of Swordsmanship!" Senior Brother Si Li waved his hand.

"promise!"

Yang Yichan bowed deeply to the five Taoist priests, standing upright with slightly bent knees.Look at the nose with the eyes, watch the heart with the nose, and calm down.Then take a deep breath, hold the long sword in your hand, and point the tip of the sword upwards at a 45-degree angle.

It is the opening gesture of Qingcheng Thirteen Forms.

"rise!"

Yang Yichan let out a soft drink, flicked his wrist, and the sword light unfolded along with him.Ten moves have been used, although the connection between moves is still a bit obscure, but overall it is smooth.

Yang Yichan relaxed, and glanced at Qin Yongjie inadvertently.I saw that senior brother Qin didn't pay attention to himself at all, and was making fun of the junior sisters beside him.

Yang Yichan felt lost in her heart, and her mood was disturbed.Which trick to dance next, suddenly went blank.Yang Yichan secretly thought it was bad.

"What kind of messed up swordsmanship is this, or the Qingcheng Thirteen Styles?" All the disciples started whispering.

Yang Yichan was in a panic, and in a panic, she changed her stance, slashing and slashing with her sword from top to bottom, even using the silver sword technique that her mother had taught her.

"stop!"

Daoist Qingshi snorted coldly and scolded loudly.

"Clang!"

Yang Yichan trembled as if struck by lightning, she was at a loss what to do, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground in fright.

"The disciples of Qingcheng actually dropped their swords?" All the disciples of Qingcheng laughed together.

"Bastard, useless thing!"

Under the mocking eyes of everyone, Daoist Qingshi couldn't hold back his face, and walked away...
Yang Yichan was extremely embarrassed and ashamed, but she didn't know what to do, so she stood in the middle of Yanwuping.

"Hehe, Yichan has just entered Qingcheng, so it is understandable that his moves are not proficient. Just practice more in the future. Don't blame yourself too much!"

Daoist Qingxuan, the head of the sect, was not surprised, and waved Yichan to the front, with a kind smile and a gentle tone: "You go to rest first, adjust your inner breath, and don't think too much. Your master hates iron but not steel, I will come Advise him to come back. Hehe."

"Thank you head."

Only then did Yang Yichan feel relieved, saluted the four elders on the stage, and returned to the queue.

The scene just now seemed like a lifetime away.

(End of this chapter)