I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

Master Qingxi saw that everyone had returned to their seats, coughed lightly, and began to teach.

"Please look at the sword in your hand."

"As we all know, our Wanjian Sect majors in sword repair. The sword is your partner who has been with you all the time, and the comrade-in-arms who has been fighting side by side with you, but I want to ask you, have you really looked at the sword in your hand carefully?" ?"

None of the disciples below dared to say anything, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

They only dare to slander in their hearts.

What are they doing looking at the sword?
To them, the sword is just a weapon, the kind that is put away after use, even if it accidentally scratches its body, at most it will be regretted once or twice, and it doesn't care at all.

Of course, this is the case for most of them, and there are also a very small number of people who love swords very much. They regard swords as more important than their lifeblood, and they feel distressed when they touch them lightly.

They should observe the sword carefully every day, right?

Master Qingxi saw that their discussion was almost done, so he said slowly, "Have you read almost everything?"

"Can anyone tell me how many parts the sword is divided into?"

The disciples below were taken aback when they heard the words, and a disdainful smile appeared in their eyes the next moment.

They are not children anymore, how come they don't even know how many parts the sword is divided into?

An honest and taciturn male disciple stretched out his hand, "The sword is divided into two parts: the body and the hilt."

Daoist Qingxi gave a rare smile, "Very good."

The taciturn disciple also showed a reserved and shy smile. Before his smile could widen, Master Qingxi said, "Then let me ask you again, how many parts can the sword body be divided into? How many parts can it be divided into?"

The male disciple froze in place for an instant, looking at his master in bewilderment, and then at the other disciples asking for help.

However, everyone subconsciously avoids his eyes, and the way they dodge makes him feel a little chilled.

Everyone is helpless, they really don't know...

So brother, there is nothing you can do to help, so please ask yourself.

Under the strong mental pressure, the male disciple was almost unable to hold on, his legs were trembling, and he regretted more than once why he had answered this question just now.

After a long time, Master Qingxi looked away, stroked his beard and said, "The body of the sword: it can be divided into the lower part, the middle part, and the upper part. The body of the sword becomes thicker as it goes down, which is to increase the strength of the sword. The blade, the front of the sword, Sword tip, sword spine, sword face."

"The tip of the sword is about three inches from the end of the sword, and it is also the sharpest part of the sword."

"The hilt part: the head of the sword, the hilt, and the sword case, also known as the guard."

"There is also Jiansui, I don't need to say more about this, is it true that some disciples will give this to the person they like?"

"It is mainly for decoration, to increase the aesthetic feeling, and also has the effect of martial arts."

"So everyone knows why I want everyone to look at my sword first?"

"Know thyself, ever-victorious."

"If you don't even understand your comrades who are fighting side by side, then you will definitely have no chance of winning when you fight, because you don't even understand your comrades in arms, you don't even know its advantages and disadvantages, how can you pray for it? Can you defeat the enemy?"

After Daoist Qingxi finished speaking, the disciples all looked at him with admiration.

Master is worthy of being a master, with such a clear insight...

The disciples below all held a sword over and over, looking at it and touching it, unable to put it down.

When the time for three incense sticks came, Daoist Qingxi shook off his robe and finished class on time, "Okay, disciples, this is the end of today's class, see you in the next class."

Shangguan Lian'er held the sword in her hands and walked forward, suddenly several figures stood in front of her, feeling shadows reflected on her head, Shangguan Lian'er looked up steadily, and found A few unfamiliar faces were holding a sword, raised their eyebrows, and looked at her playfully.

Shangguan Lian'er didn't know which peak they belonged to at all, and didn't want to talk to them, so she turned her head and wanted to leave.

In the end, they didn't seem to want her to go at all, they stood in front of her and blocked the way, "Hey, Junior Sister, don't go..."

Shangguan Lian'er and Liu Dai frowned, and said without anger, "Get out of the way!"

"Who is your junior sister?"

Upon hearing this, the men on the opposite side became even more excited, "Yo yo yo..."

"Aren't we brothers and sisters of the same sect?"

Hey, he's still a little pepper, why didn't he find such an exciting No. [-] person before?
It looks more exciting than that Ju Lan in Qing Cang Peak... although he has never seen Ju Lan.

Shangguan Lian'er frowned, what the hell is this?
"Which peak are you from? Report your name!"

Several men smiled evilly, with greasy and terrifying expressions, "Why, Junior Sister Lian Er, do you want to remember us and come to our peak every day to find us to have fun?"

Shangguan Lian'er: Vomit.

Who allowed them to call her by her maiden name on their own initiative!

Although Shangguan Lian'er kept slandering in her heart, there was no emotion on her face, "Yes, of course I want to remember you..."

Remember which peak you are from, tell your brothers and sisters, and let them beat you up!

Shangguan Lian'er's frank words gave them a lot of trouble, and one or two people even had a little red on their ears, "I, I, I... We are all from Wuqiongfeng."

Shangguan Lian'er was shocked when she saw them like this:? ? ?
Why are they blushing?
Don't make a mess out of it. Hey.

Seeing their appearance, Shangguan Lian'er was inexplicably frightened, so she could only nod her head, "Okay, Wuqiong Peak, right? Next time I come to your peak to play with you, it's getting late, I'll go back first ha!"

Shangguan Lian'er slipped away as if oiling the soles of her feet, leaving only a group of male disciples scratching their heads and scratching their heads in embarrassment.

God.

They seem to feel the feeling of heartbeat...

……

Yan He walked back and forth several times with the bowl of rice rolls in his hands, but he didn't know who to give it to.

Give it to the senior brother, the senior brother is taking care of the unconscious Eighth Junior Sister.

Give it to the second senior brother, the second senior brother is currently in retreat.

Give it to the fourth junior brother, the fourth junior brother was bitten by a snake, and now he is lying naked on her bed.

Give it to the fifth junior brother, the fifth junior brother doesn't know what kind of madness, he practiced here with a wooden sword every day, forgot to sleep and eat, and he didn't see anyone at all.

Give it to Sixth Junior Sister, she really wanted to, but she didn't see anyone.

Give it to the seventh junior brother, the seventh junior brother is injured there, it is better to have bigu...

So, in summary.

Yan He solemnly decided that she would keep it for herself.

It's not that she doesn't want to give it, it's their own reasons!

Yan He has been salivating for a long time looking at that red-skin rice noodle roll, and couldn't help but want to swallow it in one big gulp...