There was a continuous spring rain falling from the south of the Yangtze River. The rain was not heavy and drizzling, but after staying in the rain for a long time, it would still wet my hair and clothes.

The weather has already become warmer, and it will be the grass seedling in a few days. When the rain stops, it will be the season for farmers to be busy sowing. Seeing that the surrounding land is refreshed, the unknown weeds are busy drilling out, and everything is a sign of rebirth.

Among Zhang Shaoyang and the other three, only Xi Wu held a white oil paper umbrella, and a few water droplets would drip off the edge of the umbrella for a long time. Zhang Shaoyang liked the dress of Xi Wu today and swallowed secretly.

Xi Wu, who used to like bright colors, changed into a thin white skirt. The hem and ankle were exactly connected to a pair of light blue boots under her feet. There were hand-embroidered daffodils on the skirt and a ribbon tied up around her waist, making the waist look more slender. With this oil paper umbrella, it really tastes like a fairy.

It has to be said that Xi Mu's appearance is fascinating. Even Gao Jingshu, who has always been ranked first in Zhang Shaoyang, cannot beat Xi Mu in appearance. It can only be said that each has its own advantages. Only Gao Jingshu has a gentle personality, while Xi Mu has a temper that is sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy. This is probably the only reason why Zhang Shaoyang ranks Gao Jingshu ahead of Xi Mu.

Zhang Shaoyang got a hat from somewhere, and it could barely block some rain on his head. As for Yao Sanming, it was not necessary at all, and it was not invaded by the wind and rain.

So among the three people, only Zhang Shaoyang seemed to be embarrassed. The hat was just made of bamboo strips, and over time, rainwater oozed out of the top and flowed into the clothes along the neck.

Seeing that the hat was not very effective, Zhang Shaoyang simply took it off, buckled it on his back, and then let the fine spring rain pour on his body.

Not to mention, it's quite comfortable!

Before you knew it, you could see the mountain peaks ahead, which means you had passed the open plains of Northwest Road and you were about to enter Southwest Road.

Looking at the distance, the smoke was shrouded in the distance, smelling the fresh air that makes people want to greed for a few more mouthfuls, and there was a faint fragrance unique to the woman's body. Zhang Shaoyang was in a good mood and picked a tender bud from the ground and put it in his mouth. He chewed it gently, a sweet and refreshing feeling.

"Miss Xi, why don't we hold an umbrella and enjoy the spring rain together, it's a very romantic thing!"

Xi Wu was not the woman who blushed when she met a joke. In addition, she had known Zhang Shaoyang for so long. When she heard his almost teasing tone, Xi Wu didn't even look at him. She just waved her cold umbrella, which made Zhang Shaoyang very embarrassed.

He touched his nose angrily, Zhang Shaoyang smiled, and then followed with shamelessness.

"Why...Miss Xi, don't be angry. I'm not saying anything. Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

Xi Mu curled his lips and teased: "When did you become so good at being a human being?"

Zhang Shaoyang smiled: "It has always been like this."

Xi Wu rolled his eyes and ignored him.

After walking forward for a while, the rain gradually became heavier. The sky at noon was almost the same as in the evening, and it was dark.

It seems that there will be a heavy rain soon.

It’s okay for Yao Sanming and Xi Wu. After all, no matter how heavy or light rain, they both have ways to block the rain. But Zhang Shaoyang is different. Seeing that the rain is getting heavier, he no longer has the leisure to appreciate the rain. He put on his hat again, then speed up his steps to see if there are any families or big trees around him who can hide from the rain, and at least he will avoid the rain before talking about it.

Not far away, there was a house in front of him. Zhang Shaoyang was delighted and jogged over quickly. Only then did he find that it was a long-abandoned Taoist temple. The walls were quite solid, but the roof was full of holes, only one corner was dry, and there was a pile of dry firewood. I guess someone picked it up when he came here to shelter from the rain.

"Master, you can take shelter from the rain here, come here quickly."

Zhang Shaoyang shouted at the top of his throat, and then he gathered the dry firewood together and lit it with a fire stick. Suddenly, a warm feeling climbed up on his body. Although the weather was not cold, it was easy to get sick after being wet in spring rain. His clothes were wet, so it was better to dry it.

Within a moment, the rain outside began to grow heavier, and the water on the eaves began to flow down into a thin line, dripping onto the ground and making a "da da da" sound.

Zhang Shaoyang threw a few firewood into the fire, then leaned against the fire, and soon a burst of white air appeared on his body.

"Master, I have been thinking about a question these days."

"Speak and listen."

Zhang Shaoyang thought for a while and said, "Master, I have been practicing the skills you taught me these days when I went out of Chang'an, but the weird thing is that I can still use it as usual, but it is hard to use the method of avoiding breath."

Yao Sanming smiled with a smile on his beard.

"The reason for this is very simple. Whether it is throwing stones, chopping water, or chopping chopsticks, it is just a little clever. Anyone with some understanding can learn the essence. You have mastered the essence, and after long-term practice, you have already had the memory of the motivation to follow your mind, so it is normal to be able to use it."

"But these are just some tricks to master strength, and they are not really a beginning. The way I teach you to avoid breath is actually an entry into martial arts. You really start to attract the essence of heaven and earth into the body, temper the inner alchemy and meridians, and accumulate enough internal strength to use moves that destroy the world."

"Actually, I guessed the master's intention, but I was thinking recently that since I have lost my inner alchemy and lost the foundation for accumulating internal energy, why don't I concentrate on practicing those skills and moves and practice them to the extreme."

Zhang Shaoyang paused for a moment before continuing: "After all, those powerful moves and cultivation methods must have been improved by countless generations of martial arts masters. I'm afraid they are also these superficial moves."

The person who said it was unintentional, but the person who heard it was shocked. Yao Sanming frowned and thought for a long time, and said, "You continue talking."

"I think swordsmanship is just a piece of martial arts. In fact, the principles are similar. Although I can't learn the best swordsmanship now and cannot use the sword moves that can fly thousands of miles with one sword, who can say that there is only this path to swordsmanship in the world? If I walk into a swordsmanship that does not rely on internal strength, then I am the originator of this path, and it makes people excited to think about it."

After hearing Zhang Shaoyang's words, Yao Sanming smiled.

"You kid have a lot of fallacies. In fact, no matter how many branches of kendo are there, they will end up with the same goal. Think about it, the hundreds of years of exploration of the predecessors have achieved the current kendo path. Is the efforts of so many people denied it by your kid just a few words?"

"What if you can master the ability to master the chopsticks? When you fight against someone, you can split you in half with a sword energy from afar. Could it be that you will fight with you in close combat waiting for you to poke him with your chopsticks?"

Hearing Yao Sanming's words, Zhang Shaoyang was somewhat disappointed.

Yao Sanming saw it and couldn't bear to continue to attack him. Instead, he said in a different tone: "But you are quite active. What did you say just now make me think deeply, what is the source of this sword art and what is the end."

"Master, did you think of it?" Zhang Shaoyang asked impatiently.

Yao Sanming shook his head: "This thing is not something to be considered."

Zhang Shaoyang wanted to ask about something else, but at this moment, the flames beside him suddenly rushed up and then fell down suddenly, as if they were pressed by a force and could not move.

"Someone is here."

Yao Sanming said softly, raised his gesture slightly, and the flame suddenly made a dull "bang", then jumped and flipped violently.

Zhang Shaoyang was shocked. After a moment of looking at the flame, the sound of rain outside the door suddenly stopped. He looked out of the door in shock and saw that the eaves that were originally connected into lines were all strangely stopped in the air, one by one, buzzing and trembling.

Then the water droplets seemed to be hit by a huge force, and they shot at the three people in the house.

Yao Sanming, sitting cross-legged, stood up like a ghost. He snorted coldly, lifted it up casually, and the umbrella leaning against Xi Wu had appeared in his hand. Then his right hand shook suddenly, and the umbrella spread open with a buzzing sound. The remaining rainwater on it turned into water mist with a "whip" sound, and instantly dissipated on the beating flames.

In the blink of an eye, the water droplets that were rushing towards him had arrived. Yao Sanming took two steps forward and the big umbrella in his hand suddenly pushed out. At this moment, the umbrella made of oil paper was like a hard stone slab. The rain hit the paper and made a loud "bang bang bang" sound, one after another, exploded.

The raindrops that flew in succession did not work. The water droplets that were still hovering in the air suddenly flew over. The overwhelming posture was completely unable to stop Yao Sanming's hand.

But Yao Sanming just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was not concerned about the move of using internal force to control objects. Instead, he looked at the huge water wall that was coming in a fierce manner, sneered, put away the umbrella in his hand, then flicked it from the tip of the umbrella with his left index finger, held the handle of the umbrella with his right hand, and pushed it forward suddenly.

The entire Taoist temple shook, and the huge water wall was blocked by an umbrella, unable to reach half an inch at all. Yao Sanming made a flick of his hand and shouted clearly: "Open!"

The umbrella suddenly unfolded in the air, and all the water droplets exploded at this moment, pouring the ground that was originally dry and thoroughly.

After dissolving this move, Yao Sanming glanced at the outside of the Taoist temple, and then looked at Zhang Shaoyang and the others behind him. Without saying anything, he just walked out of the Taoist temple.

Not far away, a man in a blue shirt stood in the rain with an umbrella.

Yao Sanming just now, and the man had no expression on his face. Yes, if Yao Sanming couldn't even stop this, how could he be a sword immortal?

Yao Sanming walked out slowly until he was only two meters away from the man in blue. He stopped and looked at the person in front of him carefully.

"Huang Chongzhen?"
Chapter completed!