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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 266: The Reason

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    Chapter 266 Reason

    "This move seems simple, but it is very troublesome to practice. It is much more complicated than the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen. Can you be patient enough to practice it?" Lin Xiaoqing looked at Song Qingshu with a smile, her eyes moving, and she was looking forward to it.

    "I will definitely do my best!" Song Qingshu replied hurriedly, staring at Lin Xiaoqing eagerly, for fear that she would regret it.

    "Well" Lin Xiaoqing's bright eyes rolled, which made Song Qingshu's heart pick up. He hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "I will never forget the great kindness you have given me, and I hope that Lin Qingshu will fulfill it!"

    "Um, okay!" Lin Xiaoqing seemed to bite her jade teeth lightly, nodded heavily, and said softly: "But let's agree first, this matter needs to be kept secret and cannot be known to outsiderseven Daxia Song and the others  Not even!"

    "Why is this?" Song Qingshu was quite puzzled and looked at her doubtfully.

    "What a fool!" Lin Xiaoqing glared at him angrily, pointed at him with her slender index finger, and said coquettishly: "If Master Song finds out, based on his friendship with my senior brother, my senior brother will definitely know about it!"

    Song Qing nodded blankly.

    "This swordsmanship was passed down to me by my senior brother. If I know that it is passed on to others without his permission, he will definitely turn his back!  So, keep your mouth shut, you know?!" Lin Xiaoqing said viciously.  Drinking, her bright eyes widened and she stared at him tightly.

    Song Qingshu nodded blankly again.

    Seeing his appearance, Lin Xiaoqing couldn't help but smile sweetly, from being vicious to smiling sweetly. The change was so fast and so freely that Song Qingshu was stunned.

    Lin Xiaoqing stopped teasing him and began to teach this sword move.

    This sword is called the Drawing Sword Style. Among the Shuiyun Sect sword techniques created by Xiao Yuesheng, although it is exquisite, it can only be regarded as a second-rate sword style.

    Therefore, although the sword style can defeat the enemy without fighting, it requires a prerequisite, that is, the internal strength of the person performing the sword style is stronger than the opponent in order to achieve this effect. On the contrary, the effect will be greatly reduced and it will be of little use.  .

    " However, defeating the strong with the weak is against the principles of martial arts. Such unique skills are rare in the martial arts world. What Xiao Yuesheng asked for was a bit too harsh.

    In the eyes of outsiders, this sword-drawing move is already an extraordinary skill.

    Song Qingshu's qualifications are extremely high, but his mental perseverance is far from enough. He has not made much progress in practicing the sword drawing style.

    Fortunately, I have Lin Xiaoqing, a wise teacher, who can give me guidance. She is very good at answering questions and clearing up doubts in just a few sentences.

    "In the Sword Drawing Posture, you first need to cultivate your mind. You should have the momentum to move forward without hesitation. No matter what, you will be able to knock down the enemy in front of you. Then the sword posture must be performed in conjunction with every detail of the body. There can be no mistakes.  , and then, it is necessary to run a complex set of internal skills and mental methods, so that every movement of every part of the body corresponds to the inner strength of the mental methods, and the person's essence, energy and spirit are completely integrated. Only then can it be regarded as a small success.  "

    Lin Xiaoqing spoke eloquently and seemed to have no intention of hiding anything.

    Song Qingshu memorized every word carefully, feeling that even when he was learning martial arts from his father and several uncles, he didn't have such dedication.

    When Lin Xiaoqing taught the method of internal force movement, Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He did not expect that there was such a complicated method of internal force movement. It was such a strange skill that not ordinary people could master it.

    While talking about the method of transferring internal force, he also posed and explained the posture of the body. One of them spoke seriously, while the other felt that he was careful.

    When the two of them were concentrating and concentrating, a deep voice suddenly came from their ears: "Miss Lin, Qingshu, where are you?"

    Lin Xiaoqing pretended to be surprised, quickly looked back, and said softly: "It turns out to be Yu Erxia!"

    Yu Lianzhou was wearing a gray robe, with a wisp of clear beard fluttering in the wind under his chin. If it weren't for his face as heavy as cold water, he would have looked a bit elegant and fairy-like.

    "Second uncle!" Song Qingshu hurriedly sheathed his sword and bowed respectfully.

    Song Qingshu was afraid from the bottom of his heart towards this unsmiling, cold-faced and iron-hearted second uncle. Seeing him was like a mouse seeing a cat.

    Yu Lianzhou rarely makes false remarks on weekdays. He always has a cold face and serious eyes, which makes people nervous. Within the Wudang Sect, he is more dignified than Song Yuanqiao.

    Yu Lianzhou glanced at Song Qingshu with a serious look, and asked lightly: "Qingshu, are you competing in martial arts?"

    "Yes, second uncle, Miss Lin's martial arts is extremely high, and my nephew is asking Miss Lin for advice." Song Qingshu replied hurriedly, and suddenly glanced nervously at Lin Xiaoqing.

    Song Qingshu was trembling in front of Yu Lianzhou, not daring to hesitate, so he told the truth, but concealed the most crucial part, which was the true meaning of lying.

      "Then there's Miss Laolin!" Yu Lianzhou hugged Lin Xiaoqing, forced out a smile, and said: "Qingshu is quite smart and knows how to seize the opportunity to ask for advice. Miss Lin is willing to give advice. Yu Er is very grateful.  !¡±

    "Giggles, why should Yu Erxia be so polite to the little girl?!" Lin Xiaoqing giggled, twisting her waist as slender as a willow, and said with a sweet smile: "Our Shuiyun sect's martial arts are low, thanks to Song Shaoxia, how can the little girl treat him differently?  Do you cherish your broom?!"

    Her words were also ambiguous, telling the truth but making it difficult to discern the true meaning. For her, this kind of words came easily and easily.

    Yu Lianzhou smiled and shook his head, smiled helplessly, then nodded to Lin Xiaoqing, said no more, walked a few steps away, unsheathed his sword, and began to practice swordsmanship, without any scruples about Lin Xiaoqing's presence.

    He was quite worried. Yu Lianzhou knew Song Qingshu very well. He had not suffered too many setbacks since he was a child, so his temperament was unstable and a bit impetuous, which still needed to be tempered.

    Today I suddenly saw him and Lin Xiaoqing standing together, and thought they looked quite a match, but I just thought about it. With Mr. Xiao around, Qingshu seemed like a star on the night, next to the bright moon, looking dim.  Without light, it was difficult for Miss Lin to like him.

    Yu Lianzhou slowly practiced his sword skills while thinking about it in his mind, but he could only shake his head and sigh.

    When Lin Xiaoqing returned to the Shuiyun Sect and reported her trip to Wudang to her senior brother, she mentioned that she would pass on the sword drawing style to Song Qingshu, which immediately aroused Xiao Yuesheng's displeasure.

    Seeing the eldest brother¡¯s cold expression, his eyes were gentle but piercing to the bottom of his heart, Lin Xiaoqing quickly raised her hands in surrender, stepped forward to hold his big hand, and twisted her waist to act coquettishly.

    "Senior brother, I just think it's fun!" She pouted her lips and looked at him timidly, her voice was so sweet and charming that if Xiao Yuesheng hadn't been used to it, he would have made a fool of himself on the spot.

    Xiao Yuesheng was sitting on the low couch, looking at her lightly. This was the hall on the first floor of Hanyan Pavilion. The moon-white carpet and gauze mantle hung low, fluttering gently in the wind, as soft as a dream.

    "What a good way to play? If Master finds out, you will be punished by facing the wall for a year!" Xiao Yuesheng was helpless when he saw her pitiful appearance, but his tone was cold when he spoke.

    "Then don't tell Master!" Lin Xiaoqing showed a charming and charming smile.

    "Come on, why do you think it's fun!" Xiao Yuesheng ignored it and snorted softly.

    "This Song Qingshu is really interesting. He seems to have always wanted to defeat you, senior brother!" Lin Xiaoqing rolled her bright eyes, leaned forward and sat on the couch, close to Xiao Yuesheng, and waves of fragrance penetrated directly into his nose.

    "Well, you can see that, it's really rare!" Xiao Yuesheng twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be surprised, but the sarcasm was obvious.

    ¡°Senior¡ª¡ªbrother¡ª¡ª!¡± Lin Xiaoqing twisted her body and was dissatisfied. At this time, she had changed into a moon-white palace dress, giving her a more dignified and elegant temperament.

    "Go on!" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and said lightly without moving his eyebrows.

    Lin Xiaoqing had no choice but to straighten her body and said softly: "His martial arts, even if he practices it for hundreds of years, it is useless!"

    "Then what?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly.

    "How boring is this?!" Lin Xiaoqing sighed, and then smiled: "If he can't think about it and plays other conspiracies, wouldn't it be a big disaster? Why not draw him a round cake! Hee hee, senior brother, I  How did you do?"

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at her for a while, his eyes neither happy nor angry, which made her feel scared in her heart.

    "Haha, that's a good idea!" When she almost couldn't stand it anymore, Xiao Yuesheng finally spoke and exclaimed with a smile.

    Lin Xiaoqing let out a long sigh of relief, then felt a burst of embarrassment and anger, her face turned crimson, and she hit him on the shoulder a few times with her fragrant fist to vent her anger at being teased.

    Xiao Yuesheng allowed her to mess around and said with a smile: "It's rare for a junior sister to have such a naughty idea, but we can't let the master know, otherwise, we will still be punished by facing the wall!"

    "Hehe, senior brother loves me so much, you won't tell the master, right?!" Lin Xiaoqing immediately changed the light beating with the fragrant fist to the caressing with the jade palm, and showed a flattering smile again, charming to the bone.

    "Okay" Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded.

    Zhao Min rushed to the foot of Zishan Mountain non-stop after a long journey.

    She was no longer a stranger. Song Xueyan, who was in charge of welcoming her, immediately sent someone to secretly search the surrounding area. When nothing unusual was found, she was taken in.

    Zhao Min followed Song Xueyan, following her footsteps forward. He was anxious and asked as he walked: "Sister Xueyan, is your uncle here?"

    "Uncle Master?  "Song Xueyan's delicate body twisted slightly, but she still moved forward on her lotus steps, moving like flowing water. She shook her head: "It seems that the great uncle has gone down the mountain.  "
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