Star Sword Shoes [Rebirth]

Chapter 31 Sword Dance

When Lezheng Changfeng was picked up on Qingyu Mountain, he was wearing only a small jacket with a note with his name and birth date inside.Judging from the date on the note, he was just six months old at the time, not to mention remembering things, and he couldn't even open his mouth to shout a word.

When he was a child, he was pink and cute, and when he was three years old, he had a childish voice, was modest and polite, unlike other children who were stubborn and unruly, so he was liked by several elders.On his fourth birthday, Master Zi Chen chose a master for him, and he worshiped under Taoist Rong Hui.

But I don’t know if it’s because Dao Tong in the kitchen likes Xiao Changfeng too much, and he gives him snacks in different ways every day. Within two years, his body has grown horizontally three times, but he hasn’t grown in size at all, just like that. The white and tender little chubby pier.

No one on Qingyu Mountain despises him, but after all, the cultivators of immortals spend their free time and build valleys together, so they are all thin. With a small belly to the feet, there is a deep shadow in the young mind.He gradually began to reduce his food intake, often eating only two meals a day, and did not drink a drop of water in the afternoon every day.After two months like this, one day in evening class, I was so hungry that I passed out.

Several senior sisters frantically fed him water and observed him in various ways, only then did they know what was going on in the little guy's heart.But although he worked very hard, his body was not thin at all, lying on the ground with his arms around his knees, he looked like a lump.

After another two years, Lezheng Changfeng began to wonder whether he was born with a short and fat life.On the journey of cultivating immortality, the most important thing is that he has never seen someone pointing at a fat man and shouting "Xianfeng Daogu". Xiao Changfeng felt that there was no hope of cultivating a real fruit in this life, and gradually regained his youthful heart, and no longer wanted to play with fellow Taoists of the same age. together.

At that time, Daoist Rong Hui was full of newcomers, and he was in charge of the Discipline Academy. Although Xiao Changfeng grew up on Qingyu Mountain, he didn't have much time to take care of it.

It was at that time that Master Zichen, who had left the head of the sect to live a leisurely life, began to lead this small group to face Qingfeng twice in three days.

Su Yichen was not very old at the time, but he was tall and tall, and he was a senior. When Tuanzi Changfeng saw him, he was two or three layers shorter psychologically, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to say hello.

Master Zichen never checked Xiao Changfeng's homework, so he brought it up and put it under the grape arbor, doing whatever he liked.He had nothing to do and didn't dare to move carelessly, so he hugged his knees and watched Su Yichen practice his sword.

Among the fairy gates, there are many people who practice swordsmanship and have a small success.Some people win because of their light posture, some people win because of their exquisite moves, in short, each is good at winning.

But Su Yichen's swordsmanship is different from anyone else's.He was able to properly complete the goal of each style in the erratic sword movement, and the dance was dazzling, but in fact there was no extra flamboyance.

In a word, Su Yichen's sword is not only beautiful, but also very strong.

Lezheng Changfeng just watched Su Yichen practice his sword day after day and year after year, for five cold and hot days.In those five years, he managed to control his body shape, but he became less and less tall, and because of his eccentric words and preaching, he didn't like to talk too much at a young age, and turned into a frozen dumpling.

Only the little uncle on Qingfeng who didn't look at anyone more than once got close to him very slowly.Occasionally, when Su Yichen finished practicing a set of sword moves and saw Lezheng Changfeng staring at him intently, he would teach him a few moves on a whim.It was also at this time that the little Lezheng Changfeng really realized how ridiculously talented Uncle Su's swordsmanship was.

Qingyu Mountain has always been advocating swords, and it is well-known in the cultivation world. From the master to the disciples in the mountain, there are not a few people with outstanding swordsmanship. Even Lezheng Changfeng himself is often praised by the masters during the disciples' rehearsals.

But Su Yichen's sword doesn't seem to be in the same realm as other people's.He taught Lezheng Changfeng hand in hand, but Xiao Changfeng still couldn't practice those moves.He tried it a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, only then did he realize how difficult it is for others to imitate Master Su's understated dance moves.

It was a kind of simplicity that was beautiful to the extreme.

After Su Yichen's death, Lezheng Changfeng thought that he would never have the chance to see such a sword technique again.In fact, in the past six years, after two sword-testing meetings and several trips down the mountain, he has never seen a person who can dance sword like Master Su.

But today, on this desolate and dilapidated Duoqing Peak, a young disciple from Bailin City, with a ragged robe and blood oozing from his back, just danced out.

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Su Yichen fought with the red-haired monster for more than half an hour.

The five little monsters had long been beheaded by him under the Bailian Qingsteel sword, and the crimson blood of the corpses filled the opposite Qingfeng with a huge smell of rust.The red-haired demon was completely damaged, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, his eyes were red, and there was a wild smile on his face: "Sure enough, there are two tricks, so happy!"

After the silver gun in his hand smelled the smell of blood, it wrapped the magic breath even tighter, as if it had been coated with a layer of black paint, glowing coldly.

Su Yichen saw that there were no disciples from Qingyu Mountain to support him for such a long time, and he knew that the situation of others was not good.He saw the red-haired demon frequently glanced at Yumeng Peak with the end of his eyes, dancing with a hundred-refined green steel sword even more impenetrably, holding people in front of him.

The circulation of true qi is a matter of steady flow, so if you try your best to fight, you will naturally suffer a lot of losses.Su Yichen was the one who was poisoned by the ink pool again, and gradually felt as if there was only a cloud of fog left in his body, and he became powerless.

If the red-haired monster merged with other monsters on Yumeng Peak, it might be even more difficult to deal with, so he bit his lower lip, and the hundred-refined green steel sword in his hand pierced the wind, and he refused to give up even an inch.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, but the red-haired monster suddenly drew back his gun and turned his ears intently, as if he was listening carefully.Then, an unsatisfactory smile appeared on his face with two cuts, "That's it for today, let's fight again next time!"

After finishing speaking, the spear hit the ground, a puff of black smoke burst out, and the whole person flew backwards and slid down the cliff.

Su Yichen and Lezheng Changfeng rushed forward to look down, but there was no sign of the monster.

Lezheng Changfeng was completely unable to join the battle group of the two before, but now he finally found an opportunity and asked Su Yichen, "Are you okay?"

Su Yichen shook his head, and was about to say something, when he opened his mouth, the fishy sweetness in his throat was completely uncontrollable, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

Lezheng Changfeng was taken aback, and quickly reached out to support his shoulder: "What's going on?"

He watched very carefully from the side. After Taoyou Wen got the Bailian Qingsteel Sword, he never fell into a disadvantage again, and he didn't seem to have suffered serious internal injuries.

Su Yichen himself knew that this mouthful of blood was not caused by being punched out, but was caused by the backlash of the poison in the body's dyed ink pool after he had forced his true energy.He was speechless, forced a smile and waved to Lezheng Changfeng: "Old injuries, don't get in the way."

"Where did the old injuries come from? Didn't they all heal before?" Lezheng Changfeng said with a cold face, "Follow me to heal your injuries."

"In case the monster comes back..."

Before Su Yichen finished speaking, Lezheng Changfeng shook his head and said, "It's all withdrawn, you can see for yourself."

He pointed at the sky behind Su Yichen, and Su Yichen turned his head to look, only to see black mist steaming under the dark clouds, and a group of monsters lifted off from Qingyu Mountain and walked away.

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In this battle of righteousness and demons in Qingyu Mountain, although nearly a hundred monsters were killed, the disciples in the sect also suffered heavy casualties. Elder Ronghui was furious, smashed a huge boulder on Yumeng Peak with his palm, and took the initiative to ask Ying to go down the mountain to eliminate the demons.

He fought monsters together with Daoist Rong Yin on Yumeng Peak, and he himself suffered a lot of injuries. Of course, the headmaster would not be impulsive, so he whispered a few words of comfort, and let the disciples heal their wounds, rest and rest. Hao Sheng made some arrangements, and finally called all the elders and important disciples into the secret meeting of Zhenru Hall.

Lezheng Changfeng was called to listen, worried about Su Yichen, and couldn't find familiar juniors such as Ming Fan and Ming Lu.The others came and went in a hurry, with water basins, plasters and blood-stained gauze in their hands. He didn't know who to entrust Su Yichen to. Zheng Changfeng said hello and asked him to collect information, while he smiled and ran towards Hua Wuji with the Bailian Qingsteel sword.

When he got closer, he saw Lin Yusi, Wen Liang's eighth senior brother, with his eyes closed, leaning on Hua Wuji's back.

"Is he alright?" Su Yichen looked up and saw that Lin Yusi had a few new injuries, but they only hurt flesh and blood, so he asked this question.

"It's okay." Hua Wuji shook his fan, "I don't sleep well every day, I had a hard time today, I probably fell asleep from exhaustion."

Su Yichen was familiar with the way on Qingyu Mountain, and took the two of them to find an empty guest room, put Lin Yusi on the bed, and then sat down and talked with Hua Wuji.

"What are they doing on Yumeng Peak today?" Su Yichen had a hearty fight with Qingfeng, but he didn't find out what was going on, so he could only ask Hua Wuji on the main peak.

Hua Wuji tapped the fan handle on the table, with a curious light in his eyes: "The demons want to borrow something from Qingyu Mountain."

"Borrow something?" Su Yichen was taken aback, "Borrow what?"

Hua Wuji shook his head, "Before I had time to say it, your fiery fifth senior brother raised his sword and slashed at him."

The image of senior brother Rong Hui floated in Su Yichen's mind, and he chuckled lightly.Daoist Rong Hui is usually as serious as Lezheng Changfeng, but different from the cold temperament of the younger brother, the brother is a gunpowder keg.

"On Qingyu Mountain, what would the demons want..." After laughing, he rested his chin and began to think.There is a hidden sword pavilion on Yumeng Peak, which houses dozens of magical weapons Qingyu collected since the founding of the sect. Could it be that the demons want to borrow swords?

He told Hua Wuji what he thought in his heart, but Hua Wuji was a little hesitant, "However, I see that the actions of the demons did not target the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but have been attacking the Zhenru Palace."

Zhenru Hall is the main hall on Qingyu Mountain, most of the interviews with the sect master are held in the hall, because outsiders come and go frequently, it seems that there is no hidden treasure.

Su Yichen recalled it carefully for a long while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out: "Qinglong Tiancangyu!"