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- Chapter 336 Apprenticeship
Li Ruoyun somewhat underestimated these orphans. Although they were disappointed and thought the moves were so simple, they practiced them very seriously and did not slack off.
She stayed here for two days and saw that they had completely learned it, and nodded secretly in her heart.
Although some of these children are not very smart, they are more resilient, willing to work hard and work hard. This sun-changing trick may seem simple at first, but it is extremely difficult to learn it completely.
Song Sanzi practiced hard. He got up early every morning and practiced the Sun Changing Technique for an hour. Then he had breakfast, started studying essays, read literacy for half an hour, and then listened to books for an hour.
Song Xueyan was very eloquent and told some legendary stories, which was fascinating. They listened intently and paid full attention.
This is to make them understand. After all, they have not read books and have too little experience.
They feel that the morning time passes in the blink of an eye, and in the afternoon, they no longer care about them and can make their own arrangements.
Most of them practice the Sun Changing Technique.
When I started practicing the Sun Changing Technique, I felt extremely tired, but later on, the more I practiced, the more comfortable I became, my mood was happy, I couldn't stop, it was very addictive.
Moreover, they gradually paid more attention to this technique, but within three or four days, they could faintly feel that their bodies had changed, their appetite had increased, and their strength had increased greatly.
A month later, their appearance has not changed much. They still look thin and not strong. On the inside, their strength has greatly increased. They can easily lift a hundred kilograms of stone. Their bodies are as soft as babies and their endurance is extremely strong.
When Song Xueyan and the others went to the martial arts training ground in the back garden, the most common sight was that they were walking around holding a large stone weighing a hundred kilograms, laughing and playing.
The two of them were amazed. The master uncle was really a genius. A set of simple moves could have such miraculous effects. They felt itchy and wanted to learn it.
But for some reason, they couldn't learn it. When they put on the same posture as them, they felt the breath in their bodies was stirring, rushing around in their internal organs, making them feel uncomfortable and almost going crazy.
They were all wise and stopped immediately, knowing that this martial arts was probably designed for men. When Song Xueyan went back to consult her second uncle, she realized that the prerequisite for practicing this Sun Changing Technique was that there must be no internal strength, otherwise, it would be inevitable. conflict.
Two months later, Song Xueyan called them forward and said softly: "Now that you have successfully practiced the Sun Changing Technique, you can go find the Master."
"Sister Song, do you want to drive us away?" Song Sanzi shouted hurriedly.
They are now wearing coarse cloth clothes. Although they are simple, they fit well. Their bodies now, even if they are naked, will not feel cold in winter.
The Sun Changing Technique has begun to show its effect. Although he is dressed simply and has an ordinary appearance, there is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, a majestic and majestic look, and a hint of extraordinaryness.
"Have you forgotten what the second uncle told you?!" Song Xueyan glanced at him and said coquettishly.
"Hehe" Song Sanzi scratched his head, feeling quite embarrassed.
"I live very comfortably here, and I really can't bear to change. It's just a pity that I can't become a great knight in this life, and I'm struggling in my heart."
Song Xueyan said softly: "You go and try your luck first to see if you can become a master. If you are not lucky, it will not be too late to come back."
"But, Sister Song, we can't bear to leave you and Sister Zhang!" Song Sanzi said with a sincere expression and eyes full of reluctance.
"Silly boy, when you finish your studies, you can come back to see us!" Song Xueyan chuckled, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and tapped his forehead.
They nodded, but their faces were full of reluctance.
Song Xueyan smiled brightly, like a blooming spring flower, shook her head, stood up, walked to the bookcase, and took down a long and narrow box from the top. It was light purple, engraved with cloud patterns, and exuded an unspeakable mysterious aura.
Song Xueyan¡¯s snow-white hands gently opened the lid of the box, took out a month-old white silk scroll from inside, placed it on the Eight Immortals table in the middle, untied the silk thread, and slowly unfolded it.
A topographic map was displayed in front of everyone, including mountains, rivers, towns and jungles. At first glance, they had no idea what it was because they had never seen anything like it before.
"This is the map of the mountains and rivers and the country painted by the master's uncle!" Song Xueyan gently stroked the moon-white silk silk, carefully, like a precious jade.
"Mountains and rivers and the country's map? What is it?" Song Sanzi still asked first.
"Look, this is the city of Chengdu!" Song Xueyan glanced at him, her green and tender jade finger pointed at one of the small pictures of a city, and then pointed again: "This is the Emei Sect, this is our Shuiyun Sect. ."
Everyone was lying on the table, staring intently, tskIn admiration, one of them raised his head and asked, "Sister Song, why don't we have one in Liujiazhai?"
"It's stupid, Liujiazhai is too small. Look, Chengdu is only so big!" A child said with a sidelong glance at him.
Song Xueyan glanced at him, and he immediately put away his smug expression, lowered his head honestly, and pretended to continue watching.
Song Xueyan shook her head and laughed, then nodded and said: "Liujiazhai is indeed too small to be drawn on the map. However, there is another map. If I have a chance in the future, I will show it to you. It is the topographic map of our entire Sichuan."
Then, she patted her jade palm lightly and said softly: "This picture has the various martial arts sects marked on it. You can take a look and choose which sect you want to worship."
"Then shall we go by ourselves?" Song Sanzi asked hurriedly.
"That's natural!" Song Xueyan opened her bright eyes, showing a natural expression, and said with a sweet smile: "If you can't do this little thing well, how can you become a hero?!"
??Everyone nodded and became quiet. They had suffered since childhood and knew how difficult the journey was. They were inevitably worried when they thought of walking such a long distance.
"This is the first test for you!" Song Xueyan's voice was soft and encouraging, and she said softly: "If you can pass, it will be like a carp jumping over the dragon's gate from now on! If you are afraid of hardship, you don't have to go out and stay here. Village."
In the end, they each chose a sect, Wudang, Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, etc. Each of the six sects had their choice. Song Xueyan did not interfere, but just watched with a smile.
The third son of Song Dynasty chose the Huashan School.
Before leaving, Song Xueyan handed him a letter and said with a smile: "You do know how to choose!"
The third son of Song Dynasty was puzzled. The Huashan Sect's prestige is not strong now. Because of Xian Yutong's relationship, its prestige has even plummeted, and the new leader is an unknown young man.
But the third son of Song Dynasty has a special liking for swords. Among the six sects, Wudang is the best in the world with its sword skills. However, Song Xueyan has made it clear that Wudang is extremely strict in recruiting disciples and tests the disciples' character very strictly. If you want to join the Wudang sect, it is extremely difficult. Tough and not recommended.
So he chose the Huashan School.
Song Xueyan took out a letter from her high arms, with a faint fragrance, handed it to his hand, and said softly: "Here, this is the handwriting of the great uncle. When you go to the Huashan Sect, first try to see if you can get started. If you can If you refuse, you can submit this letter and you will be admitted to the Huashan Gate."
Song Sanzi was overjoyed. With this letter, he must have got his wish, and a golden avenue seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
"Go, be careful on the road!" Song Xueyan patted his shoulder, smiled sweetly, turned around and left.
Huashan School
"Huashan Mountain is known as the most dangerous mountain in the world. It is composed of a whole piece of granite. It is majestic and worthy of the title of Huashan Mountain.
When Song Sanzi appeared at the foot of Huashan Mountain, his face was full of dust, his body was not as thin as before, but had changed a bit, and the heroic spirit between his brows was stronger.
The clothes are a bit shabby, but wearing them makes him look more majestic and heroic.
The Zhike of the Huashan Sect was a young swordsman. He felt strange when he saw this little guy standing there motionless and looking at it non-stop. He stepped forward, bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Little brother, I want to go to my house." group?"
"This senior brother is so polite!" Song Sanzi clasped his fists and raised his hands, following the Jianghu stance, and said loudly: "This elder brother is so polite. I have admired the name of the Huashan Sect for a long time. I want to become a disciple of the Huashan Sect. Is it possible?"
The Zhike was very young, barely a few years older than him. He had already developed a good eye after being trained here. Seeing that although he was dressed in shabby clothes, he was majestic and majestic. He knew that he must not be an ordinary thing, so he shook his head gently: " Our sect does not accept disciples now, so my little brother¡¯s journey will be in vain.¡±
"Why?!" Song Sanzi was immediately worried.
"Haha I don't know." Zhike shook his head, still speaking in a gentle voice.
Song Sanzi rolled his eyes and took out the letter helplessly from his pocket. He didn't want to use it, he wanted to become a disciple of the Huashan Sect with his own skills, but he didn't expect that things in the world are constantly changing and unexpected.
¡°There is a letter here, please help me deliver it to your boss.¡± After saying that, he carefully handed the letter to Zhike.
Zhike took it and glanced at it. When he saw the three words Xiao Nanqiu, his heart skipped a beat and he smiled quickly: "Please wait a moment, little brother, I'll hand it over right away!"
After saying that, he used Qinggong and ran towards the mountain like a whirlwind. For Xiao Nanqiu, he was like thunder, so he knew that the matter was of great importance.
In the back mountain of the Huashan sect, on a flat boulder, Yue Jingting was practicing his sword.
The huge boulder seems to be looking down at the deep cliff below, and the steaming clouds are slowly moving from the deep valley.Floating like white clouds, holding the boulder in the air.
The light of the sword is like practice, like electricity. He wields it freely. He has mastered the samadhi of Huashan swordsmanship. Even Xianyu Tongfusheng is inferior to it.
His swordsmanship has been improving day by day, and he has a profound understanding of the way of swordsmanship. Every time he recalls the figure of Xiao Yuesheng dancing a sword in his mind, he has some enlightenment. When he uses it to prove his own swordsmanship, he often feels a sudden enlightenment.
The Huashan disciples were initially dissatisfied with the new leader, but since they saw his swordsmanship, they all expressed their admiration and admiration.
Therefore, Yue Jingting was extremely grateful to Xiao Yuesheng. He had no way of repaying his kindness, and could only keep it in his heart for the time being, waiting for opportunities to repay him in the future.
¡°Master, master!¡± Old Man Gao¡¯s shout suddenly came from a distance, and he was in front of him like a star throwing an arrow.
"Master" Yue Jingting put away his sword and stood still, turning around to look.
The old man Gao stopped, his ge clothes fluttering, and handed over the letter in his hand: "There is a young man at the bottom of the mountain who has sent a letter!"
Yue Jingting sheathed the sword, took it with both hands, and asked, "I wonder whose letter it is from"
"Ah, it's Mr. Xiao!" When he first saw the words on the envelope, he blurted out. He was shocked and hurriedly turned around and walked back. It was windy here, so as not to accidentally blow it away.
The two of them came to the small pavilion next to it. He carefully tore open the envelope, unfolded the thin plain paper, glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help but smile.
"Master, I wonder what's wrong with Mr. Xiao?" Old Man Gao asked.
"Haha Mr. Xiao introduced a disciple to our Huashan Sect." Yue Jingting smiled and handed him the plain paper.
Old Man Gao opened the letter and looked at it carefully. There were not many words on the plain paper, just a few words, explaining the origin of the third son of Song Dynasty. He only said that he met him by chance on the road and saw how pitiful he was, so he rescued him. However, the Shuiyun Sect did not accept male disciples and could not place them. , seeing that his qualifications were excellent, he recommended him to the Huashan School.
"What kind of qualifications does this person have? How could he be called excellent by Mr. Xiao?" Mr. Gao said slowly with a serious look on his face.
"You'll know at a glance." Yue Jingting chuckled and hurriedly ordered people to come up the mountain.
When the two of them saw Song Sanzi, they were very satisfied and secretly praised him. He was worthy of being recommended by Mr. Xiao. He was indeed extraordinary.
In the eyes of the two of them, the Third Son of Song Dynasty was like a piece of pure jade and pure gold, with inherent beauty and splendor that had already faintly revealed its light. If it was slightly polished, it would surely shine brightly.
"Although the leader is recommended by Mr. Xiao, he still needs to practice for a while before deciding whether to become a formal disciple." The old man looked solemn.
"Yeah, that's fine." Yue Jingting thought for a while and nodded.
Although Mr. Xiao¡¯s recommendation was given, the rules were still the rules and no exceptions could be made. Otherwise, how could he convince everyone when he first became the leader?
Therefore, Song Sanzi became a preparatory disciple of the Huashan Sect, doing some chores and becoming familiar with the sect rules. After two months, he would become a disciple again.
After he left, there were only two people in the hall, Yue Jingting and Mr. Gao.
"Master, why don't we accept him as the disciple of the master." The old man Gao picked up the teacup, plucked the floating tea leaves, and said slowly.
"Me?!" Yue Jingting was surprised and shook his head: "Is it too early for me to accept a disciple"
"What kind of martial arts master can teach disciples," the old man put down the tea cup and shook his head: "Besides, such good materials and high quality are really rare, and it is also the Huashan sect's luck. If they can cultivate them well, there will be successors to the Huashan sect." !¡±
"Okay, just listen to Master!" Yue Jingting hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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