MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 13 Learn from the same door

The next day, Lin Xu really got up early again, but fortunately, Mu Chuihan had expected, and he was not so embarrassed when he was dragged up.

Kendo lessons are always held in the early morning. This time, Lin Xu and Mu Chuihan left early, and there were only a few scattered disciples in the Sword Academy, who were practicing their moves with spirit swords in hand.

Mu Chuihan was empty-handed, leaning lazily on the courtyard wall to make up for his sleep.

Lin Xu listened to some sword techniques in the past two days, and took an ordinary wooden sword to the side to practice.

But he was a newcomer after all, and he didn't even remember the movements neatly. After dancing for a while, he froze because he couldn't remember the movements.

"Raise your hand," came a voice behind him: "The sword moves freely."

Lin Xu turned her head and saw that Mu Chuihan opened his eyes at some point, and was talking to him with a pair of willow leaves.

Mu Chuihan walked to his side, took him to hold a sword flower, swung out the long sword, and held Lin Xu's condensed sword stance.

Lin Xu was pleasantly surprised: "Fuyan, you have never come to class, how can you remember the next move?"

Mu Chuihan told the truth: "I don't remember, just pick it up when you stop there. Actually, you don't need to be too strict when practicing swordsmanship."

Lin Xu recited "the sword moves at will" and danced the wooden sword again. Although he still couldn't remember every movement, Lin Xu tried his best to use his own understanding to string up the swordsmanship, which seemed to be much smoother.

"Fuyan, so you know swordsmanship?" Lin Xu looked a little excited.

"Ting Yunjun taught." Mu Chuihan did not hesitate to use Ye Tingjiang as an excuse.

"Didn't you meet once?" Lin Xu asked.

"Yes." Mu Chuihan wrote nonsense: "At that time, I was being chased, and Lord Tingyun came down from the sky and rescued me from the gang of thieves. Seeing that I was too weak, he gave me some swordsmanship. "

The more you read the storybook, the more clichéd stories of heroes saving beauty can come at your fingertips.

Lin Xu was convinced: "Jun Tingyun is indeed a kind and good person."

Mu Chuihan took it seriously, as long as this gentleman Tingyun was a little less virtuous, he should have lived the life of **** that he dreamed of by now.

The other disciples arrived one after another, and the sword cultivator who taught the lesson did not come today. From this class, it was handed over to the disciples to practice on their own.

Lin Xu looked around and found that the other disciples all had spirit swords and found a partner early. And he only had the wooden sword with no spiritual power, which seemed out of place in the entire sword courtyard, and couldn't help but feel a little cramped.

Mu Chuihan noticed Lin Xu's stiffness, patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, you have prepared well. Look at me, you don't even have a sword."

He calmly spread out his empty hands.

Lin Xu sighed: "The wooden sword is provided by the Linxian Sect for free, and you can pick it up outside the sword academy."

"And such good things?" Mu Chuihan was a little surprised.

I thought that Lin Xianzong's stance of exploiting the labor force of outer disciples should be unshakable.

The sword that was given should not be given in vain. Mu Chuihan also picked out a wooden sword and pointed at Lin Xu with a smile: "Junior Brother Lin, please advise."

The young people's concerns were indeed different. Lin Xu noticed the title and immediately asked, "By the way, I haven't asked yet, how old are you, Fuyan?"

Following the age of his body, Mu Chuihan replied, "Eighteen."

□ □ is probably a fraction of his original age.

Lin Xu didn't intend to ask any further, and said vaguely, "I'm also eighteen, but I'll be here a while before you. You can call me senior brother."

Young people are scrambling to be older, and real old people are eager to pretend to be young.

Mu Chuihan immediately complied with Lin Xu's wish and said, "Okay, Senior Brother Lin, please advise."

The two took the wooden sword and started to dismantle. What Lin Xu used was the introductory swordsmanship he practiced just now, but Mu Chuihan watched other disciples practice several times and remembered a few sword moves, so he pushed the boat to feed Lin Xu the moves.

Mu Chuihan knew Lin Xu's level, and he was naturally handy when feeding him. When Lin Xu got a little familiar with it, he led him to learn some changes on the basis.

After a morning, Lin Xu only felt that the mess opened up, and the place that she didn't understand before seemed to be cleared in an instant. Although he is not very experienced, he also knows that it is his partner's credit, and excitedly said: "Fuyan, thanks to you. Your understanding is also very strong, and you can master swordsmanship with Tingyun-jun, you can cultivate swordsmanship. Certainly."

Mu Chuihan has been praised too much in his life, he just smiled slightly, hid his merits and fame, and by the way lifted Ye Tingjiang: "It's Lord Tingyun who can teach."

"Isn't this Junior Brother Fuyan and Junior Brother Lin?" Zhao Jia appeared beside them at some point, and seemed to be caring: "Why do the two junior brothers only use wooden swords?"

Lin Xu retorted: "What sword do you use has anything to do with you? Why don't you follow Mo Jiao to find us?"

Zhao Jia thought thoughtfully: "Two junior brothers, I'm afraid that there are not enough spirit stones to exchange for spirit swords?"

Lin Xu was stabbed at the pain point, and said, "You!"

Mu Chuihan smiled lightly: "Yeah, all the valuables have been paid to Young Master Mo. It's normal without the Spirit Stone, right, Senior Brother Zhao?"

Not far away, Mo Jiao, who was secretly watching the movement here, felt a sword.

Zhao Jia smiled and said, "Why, didn't Jun Tingyun prepare a spirit sword for Junior Brother Fuyan?"

Mu Chuihan's tone was puzzled: "Why can't Senior Brother Zhao always understand? I clearly said that I have nothing to do with Tingyun-Jun."

Zhao Jia was choked again, and quickly recovered and sneered: "You don't have to always talk like this, don't think that someone sent by Ting Yunjun can use chicken feathers as an arrow. It's better to earn it earlier. Lingjian, you don’t have to think about these crooked ways all the time.”

He had already formed a relationship with these two people yesterday, and although he apologized, he was still not convinced. Seeing that the two of them were only using ordinary wooden swords today, they immediately guessed that Fuyan and Tingyun-jun had no deep relationship, so they wanted to sneer again.

After all, this side has already been offended, it is better to vent for Mo Jiao, if the Mo family is willing to help him, he will not lose.

Mu Chuihan smiled very simply: "Actually, it's good not to change the spirit sword. Lin Xu and I are worried that the spirit sword is too powerful. If we fight with Senior Brother Zhao or Young Master Mo, we will hurt both of them."

Lin Xu laughed out loud and said, "That's right, we are here for the good of Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhao Jia's face was ashen, and Mo Jiao finally stopped being an outsider, and came over and said, "Junior Brother Fuyan doesn't have to be so arrogant even if he has Tingyun-Jun's guidance. He has only learned swordsmanship for two days, but he must know that there are days outside the sky, and people outside the world. someone."

Zhao Jia sneered and said, "Even Lord Tingyun would not dare to call him the number one swordsman in the world, and there is Immortal Venerable Yuelin above him. You guys are very loud."

Xianzun Yuelin looked lovingly at the two people who were provoking him, and reminded: "This is Lin Xianzong, isn't it bad for Senior Brother Zhao to grow up with others like this?"

Although he is quite useful.

Zhao Jia said, "I'm just telling the truth."

Seeing that Zhao Jia was about to be taken away by Mu Chuihan again, Mo Jiao came out and brought back the topic: "Then since the two junior brothers said so, why don't we come and have a sparring match, and you can see who wins and who loses."

The disciples onlookers began to whisper.

"Senior Brother Mo, isn't this bullying? The two of them have only entered for a few days?"

"Shh, be careful, that's what Fuyan said before."

Lin Xu looked at Mu Chuihan in embarrassment: "Fuyan, they started early. I'm not even proficient in this sword technique."

Mu Chuihan said lightly, "Just give it a try. Anyway, you are a late starter. If you win, you are a genius, and if you lose, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

He agreed: "Compare is to compare. Brother Lin represents the two of us. Who will be the two brothers?"

Mo Jiao said, "Junior Brother Fuyan doesn't dare to play?"

Mu Chuihan laughed: "It's better to procrastinate than two battles, and it's better to decide the outcome in one battle. If both senior brothers want to learn from each other, why not make an agreement, one to compete with swords, and the other to watch and give advice?"

Mo Jiao only felt that he had a lot of tricks, but he also agreed: "I will come."

He suffered a loss yesterday and wanted to vent for a long time. Today's competition was promised by Mu Chuihan himself, and even if it got to the elders of the outer sect, he would not be able to pick out his fault.

He was frightened yesterday, but this wooden sword seemed to prove that even if Fuyan knew Tingyun-jun, his friendship would not be very deep. How could Elder Ye blame him for this little friction?

"Wait," Mu Chuihan said again, "But we don't have a spirit sword. For the sake of fairness, how about Senior Brother Mo also use a wooden sword?"

"Yes." Mo Jiao agreed. Even if he didn't use the spirit sword, he couldn't possibly lose to a mortal who had only started for a few days.

Lin Xu whispered, "Fuyan, I may not be able to beat him, why don't you come?"

Mu Chuihan also said in a low voice, "We practiced all morning, you can try it out as a partner."

Lin Xu nodded hesitantly, and then listened to Mu Chuihan: "Since it's a competition, of course we have to ask for a lot of money. I think Brother Mo's spirit sword is good, so how about a bet?"

The disciples on the sidelines let out a "hiss". Mo Jiao's sword was also a mid-grade spiritual weapon, much more precious than the sword spike.

Zhao Jia said disdainfully, "Then what will you bet on when you lose?"

Lin Xu also advised: "Don't, I'm not confident."

Mu Chuihan smiled and said, "We lose, I will naturally find a better spirit sword for Young Master Mo."

Although Mo Jiao treasured his own sword, he was confident that he would not lose. Seeing that Mu Chuihan was still stubborn at this time, and also wanted to see where he went to find a sword for himself, naturally he would not disagree.

The two sides negotiated, and the test has officially started.

The other disciples consciously retreated to both sides and gave them the center of the Sword Academy.

Mo Jiao made a start and attacked Lin Xu with a wooden sword, the sword was fierce.

Lin Xu also immediately fought back with his newly-practiced swordsmanship, but he was a beginner in the end.

Just when Lin Xu was about to give up his sword and admit defeat, Mu Chuihan, who had been fighting all the time, finally spoke up.

"The third style, attack the right arm."

Lin Xu's sword turned and counterattacked Mo Jiao's right arm, which forced Mo Jiao to withdraw his sword and block.

Lin Xu was overjoyed, and Mu Chuihan's voice came one after another:

"Twelve poses, waist and abdomen."

"The eighth style, between the eyebrows."

…

After more than a dozen moves, the form suddenly reversed.

Mo Jiao heard Mu Chuihan's instructions and wanted to change his moves, but this made his movements even more chaotic, and he was even more unable to resist.

The most unbelievable thing was that no matter how he shot, Mu Chuihan would always be able to predict his actions for a split second.

Mo Jiao felt like he was being cursed, but he didn't know how to get rid of it.

Zhao Jia also wanted to learn from Mu Chuihan to help, but he couldn't see anything wrong, so he stood on the side and was anxious.

After another moment, as Mu Chuihan said "right wrist", Lin Xu's wooden sword passed through the shadow of the heavy sword danced by Mo Jiao and went straight to his wrist.

With a clang, the wooden sword fell to the ground.

Lin Xu retracted his sword and stood up, unable to restrain his joy.

And behind him, Mu Chuihan smiled softly, "Young Master Mo, accept it."