Ling Tiansu followed his words and pulled out the frost leaves.

"How about it, are the frost leaves heavy?" Su Yi asked.

Ling Tiansu gently padded frost leaves in his hand. Compared to Winter, it was like holding a feather.

"Not heavy, very light."

"Well, your Southern Tribe's martial arts can have a light knife skill that can adapt to it."

Ling Tiansu thought for a while and said, "There is a sword technique called "Fusheng" that suits light swords."

"Well, what level of martial arts?"

Ling Tiansu said: "Intermediate-level sword skills."

Su Yi sneered, all of which was a little stealing: "Tsk, you can only practice at mid-level, you can barely practice."

Ling Tiansu smiled bitterly and said, "I am only in the early stage of soul condensation now, so I have to practice matching martial arts according to my own strength, right?"

Su Yi said: "But that little girl said that you are clearly high-level martial arts, and you can still practice it."

Ling Tiansu said: "I only understand that high-level martial arts, because that set of sword skills complements the Winter Frost Leaf, and the sword skills are of course matched by me. I have avoided many detours. Moreover, the energy consumed by high-level martial arts is very large. If I fight a protracted battle, I will suffer a lot."

Su Yi hummed, "It seems that you are still a little rational. You are not confused because you are familiar with all the martial arts skills of the Southern Clan. It's not bad."

It’s rare, Shu Yi praised him. “Okay, then you can practice ‘floating life’ first, and I’ll see the results first.”

"good."

Fusheng Sword Jueling Tiansu has long been memorized by his heart and has brewed it in his heart.

The general sword moves are in a fierce style. Compared with sword techniques, the sword technique has a great opening and closing, with few changes but not diminished power. However, Ling Tiansu practices light swords and should not practice according to ordinary routines.

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, the blade pulls out a beautiful arc, and the knife posture is light, which is the starting style of "Fusheng".

The sword shadow was long and unaware, and wherever it passed was as graceful as a terrifying geese. Ling Tiansu waved the frost leaves, and his sword was constantly pursuing in his heart. He felt that the sword style was becoming more and more smooth, and his movements were like flowing water. If others seemed to him, it was hard to believe that this was his first practice of "Floating Life".

There are nine styles in "Fusheng". Soon Ling Tiansu practiced a complete set of sword skills, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

Su Yi was very dissatisfied: "I asked you to practice light knife, what are you doing?"

Ling Tian Suling said, "I'm just practicing light sword?"

He felt that he was very good, so he fully used a set of mid-level sword skills for the first time. Although the power was naturally incomparable compared to the mysterious martial arts such as Qiu Shuang Sword Technique.

"Bad, are you practicing light swords? This is not even a sword practice. A set of sword techniques gives you the feeling of practicing sword style."

After a few points, Ling Tiansu suddenly realized that he wanted to practice light swords well, but he forgot the essence of the sword. The sword was the leader of light weapons, but he was stubborn and was influenced by the sword style.

Shuyi mentioned: "You have practiced heavy swords very well, but don't forget, what method did I use when I taught you how to practice heavy swords?"

Ling Tiansu was suddenly shocked, and the thin layer of clouds in his heart seemed to be waved away by his hands for a moment and disappeared.

Shooting tofu! The heavy knife he practiced was still not as strong and domineering as he practiced, but was tempering the heavy knife with extremely soft objects through his superb grasp.

Although winter is heavy, it is not a domineering sword.

Although the frost leaves are light, they are not soft swords.

The secret of heavy swords and light swords is nothing more than the word "reverse". Only by doing the opposite way can one get the essence.

Ling Tiansu's heart suddenly became clear and he held the handle of the frost leaf again, and the "Floating Life" starts.

The shadow of the sword was still as graceful as a terrifying sky, but there seemed to be something more in each move. The "frost leaf" in his hand was no longer as light as a feather. He clearly felt the weight of the knife in his hand, magnifying the weight of the weight a hundred times.

The "frost leaves" in his hand gradually became no longer light. He slashed out with one knife, but it was like drizzle, moistening things silently, but each knife had an invisible domineering momentum to cut the mountain.

Su Yi then shut up with satisfaction.

After practicing a set of "Floating Life", Ling Tiansu was panting, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and his whole body seemed to be fished out by water.

"It seems that you have learned the true meaning of the sword technique I have taught. Just think about it slowly, I'll go to bed for a while."

Ling Tiansu knew that Su Yi's spiritual body needed to recover from long-term dormancy and occasionally jumped out to give some advice, which was also of great help to him.

After a silence, Ling Tiansu practiced his sword day and night. There was no one else here except him, but himself, and the knife in his hand.

And in his eyes, it seemed that the knife in his hand was only left.

Hate, regret, the pain of losing a loved one, and the despair of being betrayed by the engagement party are all released at this moment. The blade in his hand exudes a faint cold light under the rendering of his emotions. The blade flies, and the crystal light above the head is refracted by countless sword shadows, forming an extremely vivid picture.

One day, if he can practice winter so easily as if he is waving his feathers, and dances frost leaves out of the mountains and rivers, he will truly practice heavy swords and light swords to the highest level.

Ling Tiansu stayed in the secret room for half a month. When he left the secret room, he was much thinner and his eyes were deeply concave. The robe that was originally fit was loosely wrapped around him. Shen Rou felt very distressed when she saw it, and hurriedly ordered the chef Wang who had been with her family to prepare meals since she got married.

"Silly kids, even if they have to practice hard, they must not stop eating."

Shen Rou put a bowl of fish fillet porridge in front of Ling Tiansu and said softly: "Come on, drink a bowl of porridge first to make your stomach. If you are hungry, you can't eat some greasy food as soon as you come up. Cook Wang has followed me for many years, and his cooking skills are very good."

Ling Tiansu took the fish fillet porridge and sniffed gently, "Tiansu has always been unclear, so I would like to ask my aunt for advice."

Shen Rou felt a little flattered. This was the first time Ling Tiansu came to the mansion and took the initiative to talk to her. "It's okay if Tiansu asks. If it's what the aunt knows, it will definitely help you solve the doubts." Although the name is a bit unfamiliar, the aunt will be the aunt.

Ling Tiansu said: "I have never understood that Ye Liqing is your personal daughter, why you have always been alienated to her. Please forgive me, this alienation is still a tactful statement. I can even vaguely feel your feelings for her. I don't know if it's my illusion, but you are more kind to me. According to common sense, shouldn't you treat me like a snake or scorpion?"

If Ye Liqing and Shen Rou had not had a seven-point similar face, Ling Tiansu would have really doubted whether Ye Liqing was her biological daughter.

Hearing this, Shen Rou's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of complex pain appeared in her beautiful eyes. She said, "Tiansu, you don't know, there is no parents in the world who don't love her. It's just that the greater the expectations for everything, the greater the disappointment, right?"

Ling Tiansu said in confusion: "Has Ye Liqing done anything that disappoints you?"

Shen Rou slowly closed her eyes and recalled: "That year, Wu Cultivation died. I married into the royal palace as a vain and was pregnant with Liujia. My father and family scolded me in private many times. How many times did she know shame? My mother cried silently for me at night. I thought the child in my belly was Wu Cult's only child. This unborn child is my only hope and the only hope of the Ye family. Even if I receive the criticism from thousands of people, it is worth it. But..."

Speaking here, tears oozed from the eyes of Chenruo's tightly closed eyes. She said tremblingly: "But the child in my belly is not good, it is a girl. At that moment, all my hopes were shattered. Tiansu, you can laugh at me in the secular world, but as a woman in the royal family, children are everything in the state of no husband. I thought at that time, if I could leave a bloodline for Wu Xiu, I would be willing to exchange my life for me!"

Ling Tiansu was speechless for a while. He had thought of countless reasons, but he never expected that it would be like this.

As Chen Rou said, the reason here seems so secular, vulgar, ridiculous and childish.

Chen Rou seemed to be about to overturn the words in her heart that she had been holding on for fourteen years, and continued: "From now on, when I saw that child, I couldn't control my disgust in my heart, disgusted her incompetence, disgusted her from the wrong time, disgusted her everything about her."

Speaking of this, Chen Rou suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes lit up terrible: "Fortunately, Tiansu later, you appeared. At that time, your mother hugged you into the palace and explained your life experience. I knew that you are the child worthy of my life to protect, and you are the child without cultivation."

Ling Tiansu said angrily: "But so what! She is your child after all. She was just a baby who could not choose her own destiny at that time. Because she spoke in a royal family, she was born to be alienated and disgusted by her mother. This is too unfair to her! Just because she is a girl, she is not worthy of being your daughter, not worthy of being a father's daughter? Don't be funny, this is just your wishful thinking. If you don't want to be her mother, it is your business. I only know, she! Ye Liqing! It's my sister! My father Ye Wuxiu's daughter!"

"And I don't need your protection. What qualifications do a mother who doesn't even want to admit her own children have to be someone else's mother!"

Although the woman in front of her was gentle and charming, her paranoid part was outrageous.

Ling Tiansu's heart was filled with anger, and he felt pity for his sister Ye Liqing. I really don't know how she lived under the eyes of such a mother for fourteen years.

No wonder even laughing is so simple, it is extremely clumsy.

No wonder she became a killer who could only live in a dark world at a young age.

Ling Tiansu immediately realized that since that is the case, since he has become her relative, then this is the responsibility of being her brother.

From now on, he will protect her.

Just like Yun Changkong protects Yun Changhong.

Chen Rou stared at Ling Tiansu in a daze, as if she had known him for the first time. Then she suddenly realized what she said, and said at a loss: "No...not that's it, Tiansu, I just..." No matter what she said, she could only look ridiculous like a clown.

Ling Tiansu had no appetite and put down the bowl and spoon and left. Although he did not dislike Shenru, he was completely unsatisfied.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he found Ye Chenfu, who had a gloomy face, standing beside the door. A thin old palm poked out like lightning and steadily on Ling Tiansu's shoulder. His tone was low: "Come with me."

Ling Tiansu was about to break away from this palm, but found that the energy of the body was extremely stagnant, and this hand was as steady as Mount Tai. For a moment, he could not break free.

At the peak of Anpo, Ling Tiansu's eyes were slightly condensed. His grandfather, who usually looks old and old, is actually a peak of Anpo!
Chapter completed!