Even if Gu Xingyun had a few more brains, he would never dare to think that he could receive personal guidance from his master.
After all, he had never learned the moves seriously, so facing Yan Huailiu's attack, he was inevitably at a loss.
I don't even know how to use the sword.
All his clever moves were no match for Yan Huailiu. He didn't even have a chance to fight back, let alone take the initiative.
Yan Huailiu was extremely serious during the fight, perhaps even he himself didn't realize it, and was completely different from his usual gentle self.
Gu Xingyun was already feeling guilty when facing him, and when he saw his expression, he became even more afraid to fight back.
In just a few seconds, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Before he could speak, Yan Huailiu tutted his words, picked up the sword, handed it to him, and shook his hand firmly: "Hold it firmly, this is the weapon you use to save your life, not a hot potato, hold it tight."
Yan Huailiu was serious for once, thinking over the moves he had just made: "Come again, this time you take the initiative, I won't move."
Gu Xingyun forced himself to calm down, gripped his sword tightly and attacked.
As expected, Yan Huailiu dodged it.
"Backhand, pick! Take a half step back and cut horizontally from the right. Very good. Go forward, use spiritual power as a guide, and attack the Tanzhong position..."
While dodging, Yan Huailiu taught Gu Xingyun how to fight.
Gu Xingyun was very quick to understand and was able to follow decisively before he finished speaking. The back and forth finally had the flavor of a fight between famous and upright people.
Another move came, but Yan Huailiu dodged it by leaning sideways and directly knocked the sword out of his hand: "Change it."
This sword may be too heavy for Gu Xingyun, and he always feels that it is not easy to use it.
Gu Xingyun did as he was told.
It’s still the familiar feeding moves and patient teaching.
Gu Xingyun was awkward at first, but later he was able to completely keep up with Yan Huailiu's rhythm.
Yan Huailiu was patient as he tried more than a dozen swords one by one. He not only told him how to fight, but also helped Gu Xingyun adjust his strategy in time according to the differences of each sword.
When Baili Changhuan came over with a few boxes, he saw the master and disciple fighting fiercely.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but he stopped abruptly and simply found a suitable place to watch openly.
Haha, I thought these two were just being affectionate with each other as master and disciple all day long, but I didn’t expect they would also have time to practice seriously.
Baili Changhuan complained in his heart.
Looking at Yan Huailiu's patient way of teaching me his moves, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Isn’t this teaching people?
Isn't this a good way to speak?
Don’t you know what convergence is?
Why did you treat him like that in the first place?
Oh, so a disciple is a real disciple, and a junior disciple is someone picked up from outside?
If you can be a good master to someone, you can’t be a good senior brother to someone, right?
It was obvious that Gu Xingyun was picked up by the master just like him.
It seemed that Gu Xingyun was on the same side with him a few years ago, so how come he suddenly changed sides?
Baili Changhuan couldn't tell whether he was jealous or angry, but he was extremely dissatisfied.
Why was he bullied like that when he wanted Yan Huailiu to teach him a few moves when he was Gu Xingyun's age?
In recent years, whenever he encountered problems in his cultivation and couldn't figure them out, he would find ways to provoke Yan Huailiu, and study his moves while getting beaten.
So angry.
Baili Changhuan wanted to throw the box in his hand to the ground, but after enduring for a long time, he could only curse in his heart.
The fight over there is nearing its end.
"Okay, that's enough." Yan Huailiu put away his sword and signaled Gu Xingyun to stop.
"How do they feel? Are there any that are particularly easy to use? I think these are pretty good. They made fighting me a lot easier when you used them."
He pointed at a few of the swords scattered around and wiped the sweat off his face. "But the choice is up to you."
Gu Xingyun was so tired that he was panting. He picked out one of the swords and said, "This one is better. Master, what's the name of this sword?"
"Uh...name." Yan Huailiu was a little stuck.
"Zhuiyue, you don't even know the name of the sword, yet you use it." Baili Changhuan's voice sounded behind him.
Gu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened. He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, "Zhuiyue..."
It's a good name.
"Junior brother? Why are you here?"
Yan Huailiu greeted with a smile: "Who made you angry? Why do you look like that?"
It looks like eating a cookie that's ten years past its expiration date.
Baili Changhuan snorted and threw the box in his hand into his arms: "It's none of your business. These snacks are from Zifangzhai. Fei Miao sent someone to deliver them."
Yan Huailiu's eyes lit up, and he opened it like this: "I've heard that Zifangzhai's snacks are exquisite and delicious, and I've always wanted to try them..."
"It's as if you haven't eaten enough." Baili Changhuan retorted.
Yan Huailiu coughed and immediately changed his words: "I've always wanted to eat it again."
"You have to keep thinking about it. You were blacklisted because of the Bingquan Plum Blossom Yogurt you threw at Ren Zi Fang Zhai. As a result, no one in the Yuxu Sect could buy their pastries. If Fei Miao hadn't sent them to you, you might never have been able to eat them again in your lifetime."
Baili Changhuan was very angry.
This was another outrageous incident that was not recorded and that he had no memory of. Yan Huailiu decisively shut up, fearing that he would say something wrong again.
The snacks in the box were wrapped in spiritual energy, emitting an enticing fragrance, and were pinched into various pleasing shapes. Two of them looked like little lightning bolts.
Yan Huailiu picked up the small plum blossom-shaped pastry on the far left and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet taste exploded in his mouth. It was soft and glutinous without sticking to his teeth. After a few bites, it melted into his stomach.
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