Who is fighting

After practicing the sword in the quiet mountain col, Liang Qiufeng returned to the courtyard, but saw Yaoyao sitting on the steps blankly, her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried.

Liang Qiufeng's heart tightened: "Yaoyao, what's the matter?"

Seeing him, Yaoyao pointed to the small fields in the courtyard with a crying voice: "Little brother, the spiritual vegetables and rice I planted are all dead."

Liang Qiufeng looked over and saw a withered area, so he comforted him: "If it dies, it will die, and it will be replanted."

Yaoyao shook her head, biting her red lips: "This is already the fourth batch... Also, "Five Elements Planting Book", no matter how I learn it, I can't learn it..."

"Five Elements Planting Book" is a must-learn skill for spiritual farmers. If you can't learn it, the meaning is self-evident.

She looked up at Liang Qiufeng, with mist brewing in her eyes: "Little brother, am I stupid, can't learn anything?"

Liang Qiufeng's heart felt sore as if being pricked by a needle. He stretched out his hand to embrace her, and stroked her long hair: "It's okay, even if you can't learn it, it doesn't matter, there is little brother here .”

Yaoyao cried out, "But I don't want to be your burden."

Liang Qiufeng said: "Nonsense, how could you become a burden? The food you cook is so delicious that Senior Brother Zhang comes over all day to eat; also, the housework is organized in an orderly manner. Without you, I don't even know what I would do." Just do it."

Although she knew that these were comforting words, Yaoyao felt sweet when she heard them, and her depressed mood gradually became cheerful.

Liang Qiufeng said again: "I am born with a talent that will be useful. If you can't practice martial arts, you can't plant it. There are other options. Yaoyao, don't be discouraged, you can do it."

"Squeak!"

Xiao Mian danced on one side, raised his paw and gave a thumbs up, as a gesture of encouragement.

Yaoyao saw that she was lively and lovely, and she couldn't help laughing through her tears, just like the clear sky, bright and charming.However, she knew in her heart: other choices, easier said than done?

Time goes by, autumn goes and winter comes, and the cold is threatening.

In Dongyue, the annual Lecture Hall opens on time.

At this time, under the urging of Deacon Luo, the servants of the foreign government came to the sword hall every day to help and take care of the hygiene.

"Brother Wang, long time no see."

The handyman looked up and saw Liang Qiufeng who was wearing a sword suit and carrying a sword on his back, he quickly stood up with his hands down, opened his mouth and muttered, he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

In the past Liang Qiufeng was a handyman, they could chat and laugh with each other, and even ridiculed; now the young man is a well-known sword mansion disciple, when confronted, he immediately loses all sense of proportion and is speechless.Although Liang Qiufeng never treated people with dignity, the handyman didn't think so.Subconsciously, his attitude became shorter.

The status and status are different, and the world circle is different.

Liang Qiufeng sighed secretly, stopped talking, and stepped into the lecture hall.

A square of futons was placed neatly, and the positions of the disciples were not strictly stipulated, but determined according to the order of entry in the morning and evening.

In other words, the earlier you come, the more you can choose the location.As for the latecomers, they had to sit in a corner that no one liked.

This year in the sword hall, the person in charge of teaching is no longer Elder Xiao Jihai, but Elder Wu Gumei.

If Xiao Jihai's personality is majestic yet peaceful, then Wu Gumei is simply unhuman.Full body attire, meticulous, without the slightest smile on his face.Her classroom discipline is rigorous to the point of harshness.Without permission, the disciples listening to the lecture dared not even fart.

It was Liang Qiufeng's first lecture in the sword hall, he sat upright and listened very carefully.

For most of the Sword House disciples, the Lecture Hall is a very rare and precious opportunity.On the one hand, I can listen to the elders explaining the profound meaning of the way of swords, which is very beneficial; on the other hand, if I have any questions, I can raise my hand and ask the elders to explain various cultivation difficulties.

In normal times, when ordinary students practice swords, there is no guidance from their masters at all, and there will be a backlog of problems.

The existence of these problems is tantamount to the obstacles on the road of cultivation. If they are not removed or broken, it will be difficult to move forward.

Liang Qiufeng was favored by Xiao Jihai, and he opened the door of convenience.However, he regretted that he didn't have the chance to ask Xiao Jihai face-to-face for difficult questions about cultivation.Right now there is an opportunity to lecture in the Sword Hall, so he refuses to let it go.

"Excuse me, Elder Wu, when a martial artist cultivates and rotates the small circle, will there be a situation where the number of rotations does not conform to the law of the grade, one more circle, or one less circle?"

When Wu Gumei said that it was time to ask questions, Liang Qiufeng raised his hand "swish" and grabbed the first question.

Wu Gumei said: "Although this kind of situation is rare, it is also possible. After all, there are hundreds of millions of warriors in the world, and there will always be some unusual dantians. If each level, the big and small Zhou Tian can make one more round than others, then congratulations, You will condense a little more zhenqi than others, and you will belong to the best in ten thousand; but if it is less than a circle, it is called a congenital defect in the dantian, and it is a disease. Liang Qiufeng, why do you ask this?"

Liang Qiufeng hurriedly said, "It's purely out of curiosity, so I just asked."

He has become a martial artist, and Xiao Zhoutian can rotate ten laps per rank, which is one lap more than ordinary people.There is no doubt that, other things being equal, his true qi is superior in both vigor and purity.

According to this theory, every time the cultivation base is increased by one level, there will be an extra circle.When you reach the ninth stage of Jin Dao, you can run a total of ninety circles, which is exactly nine circles more than ordinary warriors, which is equivalent to one more level of cultivation.

This is very powerful.

After figuring out the key point, Liang Qiufeng was ecstatic, realizing that this might be the foundation of his rise, and it was the biggest secret.

So in the face of Elder Wu's questioning, he did not speak frankly.

"Excuse me, Elder Wu, how does the fast sword form a rhythm?"

Just when Wu Gumei signaled that the next question could be asked, Liang Qiufeng raised his hand again, much faster than others.This move made other disciples of the Sword House who wanted to ask questions very depressed, and said in their stomachs: Those who dare to practice fast swords will raise their hands much faster!

Wu Gumei glanced at Liang Qiufeng: "This question, with your cultivation level, is far from having the opportunity to touch it, and it is even more difficult to understand. Are you sure you want to ask?"

"I'm pretty sure."

Liang Qiufeng nodded heavily.

"That's good... Rhythm is a great subject, so there is a saying that 'use it wisely, focus on it'. Generally speaking, there are two types of absolute rhythm and relative rhythm. Absolute rhythm means that regardless of the opponent, the environment, No matter how the occasion changes, I am my own, and it will never change; the relative rhythm, as the name suggests, changes with the situation..."

This explanation lasted for half an hour.

Most of the disciples present were in a daze, and Liang Qiufeng also had only a half-knowledge, and only showed a pensive look from time to time.

These were all seen by Wu Gumei.

Now that I've finished speaking, it's time to ask the next question.

Swish!

The first thing that was raised up was Liang Qiufeng's hand.

"Who is this? He raised his hand too fast, the legendary invisible hand?"

"Damn, every session of the sword hall, the outer disciples can only ask two questions, and he has finished asking, why should he raise his hand?"

"I'll hit your lungs, bring the sword, and I'll cut off his hand!"

Under the eyes of murderous eyes, Liang Qiufeng could only reluctantly put down his hands and listen to other people's questions.

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