Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 71

June is the hottest day in midsummer.

Chen Mou practiced his sword in the deserted Jianping, while all the other students worked hard in the shady practice room or the corridor, under the shade of trees. Even Master Cui was reluctant to show off his black and white face, and only occasionally looked at Junior Brother Chen Whether to be lazy.

Jade is not cut, not a device.

Cui Xiao believes that geniuses have a common problem at the beginning of their growth, which is dazzling talent, not enough hard work, and lack of tempering.

He also came here in the same way back then, wanting to use talent to make up for the lack of laziness. After suffering a few losses, he realized the importance of being down-to-earth and taking one step at a time.

It's normal for Junior Brother Chen to be able to convince Senior Brother Gu and impress his sword heart with his all-around talent, no matter how humble he speaks, but boundless madness in his heart, it's normal for him as a genius to understand.

Half a year has passed, and Junior Brother Chen still hasn't made a breakthrough in swordsmanship, how can he bear it.

A genius appreciates a genius, so he wants to give his junior and junior a hard time.

He didn't do anything else. He made a suit of soft iron armor tailored for Junior Brother Chen at his own expense. It only weighed five or sixty kilograms, and it didn't affect his movement. Other students were lazy when they practiced swords. He saw it as if he didn't. I realized that Junior Brother Chen had to use eight parts of his strength for every attack with his sword, leaving two parts for contingency.

This is a habitual way of attacking and defending, formed in daily life.

He has no objection to Junior Brother Chen keeping a few maidservants in his house, and there are sword servants serving him in his residence, but he can't use this to waste his talent, he must tap his potential.

It was quite refreshing to see another genius junior who was not inferior to him being squeezed by him.

With his arrogance, being able to be squeezed by him is a blessing that cannot be expected.

Chen Mou only rested twice on the way, and each time was a short half a stick of incense. He took the time to adjust his breath, replenish his energy and relieve fatigue.

With dozens of catties of extra weight on his body, sword practice consumed more than twice as much as usual. When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Chen Mou was sore all over his body and could barely lift his arms.

Practicing swords under the sun may be due to the practice of fire movement. The high temperature is a kind of enjoyment for him. He has to practice under the scorching sun on the top of the cliff every day, and he has long been used to it.

Other students saluted the sword master and left one after another. Some familiar monks whistled and teased Chen Mou who was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up. Brother, why did you offend the cold-faced master Cui?
Cui Xiao approached with his nostrils turned towards the sky, and the afterglow of the sun stretched the silhouette very long and tall.

"With your innate understanding, it shouldn't take so long. You haven't found the sword sense yet, so there is only one thing. You are lazy at home."

"I'm not lazy. I'm very stupid in sword learning. Brother Cui, you can't demand a stupid person with your talent in swordsmanship."

Chen Mou propped his hands on the hot ground, and defended himself with a smile.

He and Senior Brother Cui have already gotten along well, and he has repeatedly emphasized that he doesn't have much talent, but what Senior Brother Cui believes, Nine Bulls can't pull back, and he insists on cultivating his sense of sword in the way of a genius.

He is not afraid of suffering, he just wants to let the senior brother take it easy.

"Are you stupid? After practicing swords for less than half a year, you have comprehended the sword energy combined with spells. Now let you comprehend a basic sword sense. It has been more than half a year, and there is no movement at all. Isn't it laziness?"

Cui Xiaogai's coffin conclusion is justified and cannot be refuted. He emphasized: "During this time, you should spend more time practicing swordsmanship, and strive to find the sword sense as soon as possible, otherwise I will be laughed at by Ning Weizhi, and I will lose face."

Chen Mou rested for a while, regained some strength, and stood up staggeringly.

Face is worthless, Senior Brother Cui, wake up.

"Don't worry, I will definitely work harder and cherish this rare opportunity."

Chen Mou is very sincere.

He has a little advantage, he doesn't have to argue about winning or losing, and when he doesn't have the right to speak, he makes more mistakes.

Keep your head flexible, and don't be stubborn and stubborn to attract more serious attention.

He couldn't bear the collision between geniuses.

As he spoke, he wanted to untie his outer robe, and take off the iron soft armor for practicing exercises that was put on outside his middle coat.

The monk wears two sets of inner and outer clothes all year round. He is calm and chic, and will not change too much due to the severe cold and heat.

"You don't need to take it off, it's a little gift I gave you, you wear it like this in normal practice, except when you go to bed, until you find the sense of the sword."

Cui Xiao stopped, smiling very warmly.

Chen Mou thanked him with cupped fists and grinned, and accepted the favor from Senior Brother Cui.

Why is it too urgent for geniuses to meet each other?

He is actually a pseudo-genius, he tried to show off his eloquence back then, but it caused Senior Brother Cui to misunderstand him, and he suffered a crime for him today.

Returning to his residence and knocking on the courtyard door, the disheartened Chen Mou walked across the threshold with difficulty.

The sensible Ying'er never disliked the young master's smell of sweat, and hurriedly supported the young master who was so hard that his hands were hard.

"My lord, what are you wearing underneath?"

"Practice hard armor."

"My name is Han'er fetching water. I'll wait for you to wash and change out of this heavy soft armor."

"It's okay to take a bath, but you'll have to put on the soft armor later, you can't take it off."

"Ah, what about sleeping at night?"

"You, all you want to do is sleep. Stupid, you can take off your iron armor when you sleep. It's hard and heavy. How can you be so soft and fragrant?"

Mr. Chen stretched out his hand to pinch Ying'er, who was blushing and knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and he felt renewed.

After dinner, Chen Mou walked into the west room, came to the top of the cliff, and practiced the nine palaces and nine swords one by one. It was a pity that he hadn't entered the pure state for a long time, and he didn't know why?
He recited scriptures every day without chanting, but he didn't find the feeling of being pure and entering his heart.

After dinner the next day, it was already dusk, and there were two more light knocks on the door outside.

Chen Mou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he, who was wearing iron armor, stepped on his feet and exerted a little force. The whole figure was like a light and fluttering leaf. In the blink of an eye, he reached the gate of the courtyard.

Except for the plain envelope on the ground, no one was seen.

Using the technique of photographing the envelope, Chen Mou closed the courtyard door, and ordered the two maidservants who came out in surprise: "If anyone knocks on the door at night, you must ask clearly, and try not to open the door."

Ying'er and Han'er answered "yes" at the same time.

Walking into the Westinghouse, he opened the envelope without sealing wax, and poured out a note with a neat handwriting on it.

"After the appointment at dusk, Meng Tianxiu respectfully invited Chen Daoyou to go to the small forest three miles south for a while."

Chen Mou stared at the note for a long time, there was no doubt that it was Meng Tianxiu's handwriting, but the writing lacked vitality and charm, and was very rigid and boring. He couldn't guess what tricks that woman was playing?
I left a letter at noon the day before yesterday saying "don't believe me", and this evening I sent a letter for a date again, are you flirting?

There is only disgust in my heart, and there is no good mood to meet a beautiful woman at all.

Flames burst from his hands, burning the envelopes and notes to ashes.

Passing the whole body with flames again, I am more and more sure that the woman is probably out of her mind to do such capricious things.

He walked out of the west room, opened the courtyard door, walked a few steps outside, and said in a deep voice: "Meng Tianxiu, if you pretend to be a ghost again to disturb me, I will hand over the letter to the friar who visits the square, and I will go and punish you for the crime of disturbing, so that I can take care of myself Bar."

He believed the woman could hear.

The door to the yard twenty feet away next door opened, and Master Mo poked his head out.

"what's the situation?"

There was a raging gossip fire in those eyes.

Chen Mou smiled, turned around and walked home, ignoring the voice of stepping on the back wanting to find the truth, and locked the door.

Let Master Mo scratch his ears and cheeks and mess around in the evening wind.

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(End of this chapter)