The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye walked out of the water room easily and did not see Zhu Gaoyang again. Instead, Ming Qitian stood under the shadow of the trees at the gate of the county government office, holding a book in one hand and holding a pear with two fingers under the book.

The other hand held another pear to his mouth, half of it already chewed.

Pei Ye walked over. The sword master had returned to the snow-clad beauty he had when he first met him last night when he appeared on Wangxipo. It was understandable that the new clothes were placed in the storage, but there was no time to clean the body in the water room yesterday. , I wonder what special method she used.

Of course, Pei Ye would not ask such an abrupt question. He walked over and said, "Sorry, Miss Ming, I've been waiting for a long time."

Ming Qitian shook her head and handed him the pear in her hand: "Magistrate Chang brought it."

Pei Ye took it and said, "Are we going to learn the sword now?"

Ming Qitian nodded and said, "We need to find a quieter place, where should we go?"

Pei Ye thought for a moment: "Anjing...or go to my yard?"

"good."

Pei Ye went back to the house to tidy up, picked up his sword, picked up the black cat, and walked to his courtyard with Ming Qitian.

After walking through the streets and alleys, twisting and turning, I finally returned to this familiar alley after a long absence.

It's not just quiet here, it's almost silent.

The faded peach charms on the door were completely eroded by the rain of ambergris. When Pei Ye pushed the wooden door, the "squeaking" sound was even a bit abrupt in this space.

"The house is shabby." Pei Ye glanced at the dilapidated house and the furnishings in the courtyard, and said with some surprise, "But the venue is okay."

"That's enough." Ming Qitian nodded slightly and went straight to the topic, "In addition to the swordsmanship taught by Senior Yue, what other swordsmanship do you know?"

Pei Ye raised his eyes and thought for a moment: "It should be gone. I haven't learned any other swordsmanship, Miss Ming."

"How could it be gone?" Ming Qitian shook her head, "Whenever you learn a sword, you must learn to hold it with at least one sword technique as an introduction and practice. Is that the sword technique you learned from the beginning?"

"Oh! That's not the case." Pei Ye said a little embarrassedly, "Of course there is a Sword of Enlightenment, but that is the "Opening Sword" uploaded by Jianghu. It is very common and simple, I think."

"You think it's not a sword?"

"I-" Pei Ye was stunned for a moment.

Of course he thought it was a sword;

"Everyone's sword is built from the lowest place, Pei Ye. We are learning swords, so you can be honest. Don't be embarrassed to reveal to me those humble and crude things you have learned." Ming Qitian looked at it calmly. Looking at him.

Pei Ye's heart trembled.

Yes, if a young man from a martial arts school asked him the same question, would he think "Opening Sword" was not worth mentioning? He will meticulously teach him everything he has practiced along the way.

Just because the person in front of him was Ming Qitian, he subconsciously hid those "unforgettable" sword skills, thinking that only things like the Flying Wild Goose Sword Style on the Snowy Night could catch her eye and have the meaning of being taught.

It's probably a bit like a poor boy who is asked by a wealthy lady what games he liked to play when he was a child. He will naturally hide his vulgar pleasure of peeing and mud, and search for a hobby that is closer to that of a wealthy family.

And such subtle thoughts have nowhere to hide under the reflection of "Dingjing Bingjian".

"Sorry." Pei Ye whispered.

Ming Qitian was indeed an attentive teacher. Pei Ye corrected his mentality and put all the swordsmanship training he had received since he was holding a sword at the age of nine - whether it came from the old man or the martial arts master - into his own mind. Tell the woman in front of you in detail.

Ming Qitian just listened quietly without shaking his head or nodding.

Pei Ye's cheeks feel hot even when he talks about some of his experiences - when he was a child, there was a time when he was obsessed with the rumored fast sword that could cut throats without causing blood, so he would scatter a handful of willow leaves in the air every day, imagining that they were enemies attacking from all directions. Try to hit every piece before hitting the ground.

If you miss one piece, you will be hit by one sword. If you hit ten swords, you will die - but of course you can be resurrected or have a second life.

This kind of games and exercises lasted for four or five months, and several willow trees at the door were bald.

From this kind of practice until he stabbed himself in Xincang Mountain, [Fell to Death on a Snowy Night], Pei Ye's kendo autobiography ends here.

Ming Qitian listened carefully, nodded and said, "Use the opening sword once and let me see."

Pei Ye stood up with his sword in hand, walked to the middle of the courtyard, and meticulously used the sword technique he had practiced countless times since childhood.

As its name suggests, the Open Door Sword is not a real swordsmanship to some extent, at least not a swordsmanship used in actual combat.

It was created specifically for the introduction of swordsmanship. Its sword moves are designed so that novices can become proficient in basic movements such as slashing, thrusting, and lifting, and become proficient in the changes in connection between them, just like the word "Yong" written when practicing calligraphy.

Now that Pei Ye is using each move one by one, he is naturally extremely proficient and can reach the highest standards among the students who go to the martial arts school to do it.

After finishing a set of sword techniques, the last movement was returning to the standing position with the sword at the beginning. Pei Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Even with such a simple sword technique, he practiced it as seriously as possible.

"This is the door-opening sword I learned, Miss Ming."

Pei Ye looked at the woman, waiting for the evaluation with some anxiety.

"Very bad." Ming Qitian said.

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"But your talent is indeed very good." Ming Qitian continued seriously, "You lack the most basic level of swordsmanship, and you only learned the sword style [Yun Tian Covers Eyes and Lost Feathers] with just a spiritual light, which is actually equivalent to not walking. Fly first.”

"But we still have to start by walking." She continued.

Start by walking? Could it be that he has been practicing swordsmanship for eight years and hasn’t started yet?

So how can you say you have good talent?

When he had doubts in his heart, Pei Ye asked directly.

"Have you not read "Introduction to the Sword Art of the Six Dynasties"?" Ming Qitian asked after listening to his question.

"No." Pei Ye wanted to touch his head, but endured it.

What it is? Do you still need to read a book when practicing swordsmanship?

"Where are the other sword theory books?"

"There is no Miss Ming. What is a sword science book?" Pei Ye asked simply.

For the first time, Pei Ye saw those eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Studying sword theory is something that requires long-term persistence. We can talk about it in detail later." Ming Qitian flipped her wrist and took out a small booklet, "This is "Introduction to the Sword Art of the Six Dynasties". It doesn't have many words. But the content is profound and high-level, and it can be your first book on sword theory."

Pei Ye took it in a daze and flipped through two pages.

"This booklet can be read in two or three days, but I need you to read it carefully and understand it as deeply as possible. You can read it over and over again within a month, and it is best to take notes." Ming Qitian said calmly. .

Then she hesitated and added, "I'll check when I get back."

"Ah?" Pei Ye was flipping through the booklet in his hand, staring blankly at the complicated words. When he heard this sentence, it seemed to trigger some memories of his childhood school, and he was inexplicably panicked. He subconsciously He raised his hand and said: "Mr. Ming, one month is not enough for me. I hope I can check it later because I am not very literate."

"Ah?" The woman tilted her head for the first time.