Neither three bows and nine bows nor were there any respect for tea and water. Huang Mantang, a master who did not look like a master, accepted Gu Changfeng, a land that did not look like a disciple.

Huang Mantang really has no master's airs at all.

Of course, it seems that there is no master's ability.

Since he accepted Gu Changfeng that day, he has indeed begun to teach Gu Changfeng, but what he called was too simple to wave his knife.

There is no requirement for the number of times, no requirement for time, and no requirement for strength. As long as you can still wave it, there is still a little strength left on your body, and you must squeeze it out completely.

Gu Changfeng did not ask why, and he would do whatever Huang Mantang asked him to do.

From the moment he opened his eyes, Gu Changfeng stood under the green tung tree in the small courtyard and began to wave the iron knife he bought for one or two or three cents of silver. It was just a little meaning to sweat so much that he had to wait for him to finally stop and Gu Changfeng would stop and rest for a while.

In the first few days, Gu Changfeng's arms were red and swollen. Every time he ate, Xuejian would feed them carefully. Before going to bed every day, Xuejian would wipe the safflower oil and golden sore medicine he had configured for him. At first, Gu Changfeng was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, but after the severe pain came up, Gu Changfeng took it calmly.

Xuejian's safflower oil and golden sore medicine did play an extremely important role. If it were not for these things to support them, Gu Changfeng would not be able to get up the next day. It was because of these things to support them that Gu Changfeng dared to practice like this day and night.

As Huang Mantang said before, after spending the first few days, Gu Changfeng had transformed from the pain in his arms with the knife to the pain in his muscles throughout his body. Although it was not as severe as before, the pain in his arms was even more unbearable.

Xue Jian once questioned Huang Mantang in private about this stupid practice method, but the latter held the cheap purple clay pot and ignored it. In the end, he was really impatient by Xue Jian's nagging. Huang Mantang said leisurely: "This kid has been dragging him down for more than ten years, and his roots and bones have been fixed. If he doesn't break it before he can stand up, then he will be a waste."

Since then, Xue Jian has not gone to Jinxiuzhai anymore. Every day, she will move a small seat and sit obediently under the eaves. She looks at Gu Changfeng with admiration and slashing each other, making the latter a little creepy and unable to control himself.

Time passed quietly by bit by bit, as Gu Changfeng's long knife slashed, and Xue Jian's focus, and the dripping of Huangmantang's purple clay pot and big bowl of tea. The entire courtyard was shrouded by tall green tung trees, as if it was trapped in a forgotten corner.

Before we knew it, April's footsteps had covered the tail of March.

Early summer has arrived and the temperature has warmed up; in the month of Jiansi, the rule is the middle of Lu.

After practicing hard without any rules for so long, Huang Mantang, an incompetent master, finally spoke up, allowing Gu Changfeng to take two hours a day to practice the sword. At the same time, he also gave Gu Changfeng a tip of his "sword technique".

It was just a guide to Gu Changfeng. He demonstrated the most basic skills of cutting, picking, picking, snipping, pushing, pricking, chopping, pointing, hanging, lattice, peeling, poking, and dancing flowers. Apart from that, there was no teaching of the steps, so Gu Changfeng continued to grope and practice by himself.

Xue Jian's routine safflower oil applied to Gu Changfeng's body has indeed had a miraculous effect. Although Gu Changfeng's muscles still have a faint soreness, he can at least perform daily activities alone.

In the afternoon of that day, Gu Changfeng, who was sweating profusely, slowly put his knife back into the sheath under the Qingtong tree. Xue Jian, who was sitting on a small stool, immediately walked over with a smile with a warm water and a towel from the copper basin. Seeing the walking posture and spirit, he looked very much like the maid who served the master to wash his clothes.

Gu Changfeng washed his face, took a towel and wiped the water stains on his face while asking, "To be honest, how do you feel?"

Xue Jian smiled sweetly, held the copper basin and gave a charming and charming Wanfu, and said softly: "Young Master is really a genius. This sword that has been practicing for less than a month has already looked like everyone's sword skills. He is really scheming and handsome!"

Gu Changfeng curled his lips, put the towel in the copper basin, and said earnestly: "Xuejian, you are a swordsman. I asked you not to listen to your compliments. You have to tell me the truth so that I can know what I am not good enough!"

Xue Jian turned around and placed the copper basin on the ground, rubbed and washed the towel in the clear water while smiling and said, "I practiced a round knife, and took the path of qi nourishing a knife, which is different from the path of the young master practicing a knife. I dare not speak, which has missed the big event of Huang Daxia."

In the last half of the sentence, Xue Jian said it ups and downs, obviously because he was a little dissatisfied with Huang Mantang.

Gu Changfeng shook his head and smiled, relaxing his muscles and bones while he was still in the same place, but he didn't respond to Xuejian's conversation.

Suddenly, Xue Jian, who was smiling and washing a towel, suddenly stood up, pinched his wet right hand tightly and turned it gently, and his palm became dry in an instant.

Gu Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Xue Jian with an inquiring look.

Xue Jian looked cold, and her right hand was close to the right side of the white long skirt. There was a crescent scimitar that drank blood from countless people; but her left hand gently made a gesture to Gu Changfeng, indicating that only one person came.

Huang Mantang's lame figure walked out of the west wing. He had empty hands and no weapons on his body, and his expression was extremely calm. He limped to the table and chairs under the Qingtong tree and sat down, poured a pot of herbal tea on his own, and slowly tasted it.

After more than ten breaths of effort, a tall figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

The visitor was a man in his thirties, with a long green gown and a good jade pendant in the shape of a yin and yang fish around his waist. The man looked elegant and calm, his eyes were gentle and humble, and he held an ivory folding fan in his right hand, and a jade pendant was hanging under the folding fan; but he was holding a large cage in his left hand, and there were three and a half-large reed chickens inside, clamoring in shock.

Seeing the three people in the courtyard looking at him, the man in blue was calm and smiled and raised the chicken cage made of bamboo strips in his left hand, saying, "I don't know what is appropriate to bring when I first visited. After thinking about it, I'm lucky to bring these three little guys here, and I don't know if it's appropriate."

When Gu Changfeng saw the person coming, he was slightly stunned, and then a sincere smile appeared on his face. He laughed happily and said, "It's appropriate! Why isn't it? You can come here, it's more suitable than anything else!"
Chapter completed!