Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The sword's edge was less than half a foot away from the master's shoulder.

But Lu Dongqing couldn't cross the short distance.

He was forced to stop, and the sword in his hand seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, making it difficult to advance half an inch.

There was no obvious obstacle ahead, his master just raised two fingers and lightly touched the branch in his hand.

Lu Zhengqiu pushed aside his sword, and said calmly: "It's improved compared to last time, but if you want to sneak attack me, you still have a long way to go."

His shoulders drooped: "Where am I wrong...?"

Lu Zhengqiu replied: "Your attack just now was too fierce, with too many loopholes, and your intentions were too easy to predict. Martial arts are the way to integrate and master, you must not just think about attacking, first of all, you must practice the closing position proficiently, and then you can close it." Take it easy."

He still lowered his eyes, staring at his own toes: "But I have been practicing for several years, but I can't even touch one of Master's fingers."

The other party comforted him and said: "When it comes to martial arts, haste makes waste. I have practiced enough today, come and rest."

He still didn't move, and muttered to himself: "If this goes on, when will I be able to cultivate the primordial spirit like my father..."

In the past nine years, his mind has changed drastically, becoming introverted and tenacious, like a seed desperately trying to break out of the ground, only at this time, he will show a bit of childish stubbornness, pouting and Take it easy on yourself.

Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyebrows and raised his voice: "I tell you that there is no rush, and haste makes waste. Why, you don't even listen to Master's words?"

With a chill in his heart, he nodded reluctantly, and replied: "I understand."

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and even his eyelashes were shiny. He raised his sleeve and wiped it heavily on his forehead a few times, showing no mercy to his flesh.

Seeing it, Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help reminding: "Take it easy, dogs don't wash their faces as hard as you do." Seeing that he was still holding the branches in his hands, he added, "Break off the dead branches and throw them away. Come on, don't leave traces, so as not to drop your tongue."

He responded loudly, broke the branch just now into several pieces, and threw it aside.

Now that the "sword" has been removed, the courtyard has returned to peace, and there is no trace of any use of force.

Over the years, Lu Zhengqiu taught Dongqing martial arts in this way, secretly in the courtyard of the deep house.

Such a situation is due to the imperial court's "Forbidden Armed Forces Order".

The "martial ban" was initiated again because of the death of the prince and Di Xiangcheng's injustice.

The cause and effect are intertwined, which makes people sincerely feel the wonder of fate.

Before Di Xiangcheng moved to Anyi, the capital city, he was a wandering wild crane and had nothing to do with the imperial court.Only because he stood up during the Northern Expedition, formed an alliance with the prince of the current dynasty, led people from all corners of the country to fight side by side with the Northern Expedition, defended his homeland, and made illustrious military exploits. General's office.

Nine years ago, the crown prince was assassinated, Di Xiangcheng was wronged and died, and the alliance between Wulin and the court also broke down.Emperor Yu Jian learned from the painful experience and made up his mind to completely disintegrate the forces in the world, so he issued a ban on military affairs to make it known to the world.

The prohibition of martial arts is an unprecedented strict law. The first measure is to burn martial arts books. All martial arts cheats, inner skills and mental methods privately handed down by aristocratic families are all confiscated by the government and burned up.

After that, the folk sects will be disbanded. Unless the government grants permission, no aristocratic family will be allowed to accept disciples and recruit people in the name of teaching martial arts without authorization.Anyone who disobeys will be thrown into prison for the light ones, and the Fa-rectification for the serious ones will be executed on the spot.

The ban on martial arts is tantamount to a catastrophe for the warriors in the arena, under the violent changes.Countless martial arts families have been bloodbathed, and a century of accumulation has collapsed.

Although the aristocratic family is gone, the imperial court is still not satisfied, and continues to strictly investigate the civilians. Except for the soldiers and envoys approved by the government, no civilians are allowed to go out with weapons privately, otherwise they will be severely punished.

It has been nine years since the strict ban was enforced across the country, and even in a remote place like Sanping Village, no one dared to defy it—except for this pair of master and apprentice.

The two of them seem to be making a living in a drug store, but they never gave up their martial arts for a day.

Although Dongqing changed his surname, he never changed his heart. He firmly believed that if he wanted to find out the truth of the year and clear up his parents, he couldn't let go of the sword in his hand.

Today, Dongqing challenged Master, and achieved another record of failure.In his opinion, Lu Zhengqiu's martial arts are almost unfathomable.

He is still young, so he is inevitably anxious and impatient, eager for success, every time he fails to challenge the master, he will write his depression on his face.

Seeing that he was silent, Lu Zhengqiu asked, "Dongqing, look at your back."

Lu Dongqing was stunned, "Hey, are the clothes dirty?" Immediately, he lowered his head to check the hem of the skirt, and found that there was no dust, then turned his head to look at the part behind the hem.

It's a pity that the setting sun blurred his vision, he turned his head hard and turned around in a circle, like a puppy chasing his tail.

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help laughing, and corrected: "It's not the clothes, but the petals on the ground."

He suddenly realized, and squatted down to check the ground.Only then did he realize that the peach petals had been cut into two by his own sword energy, and the cuts were neat and flawless.

Lu Zhengqiu said: "You have reached such a state by using branches as swords, are you afraid that you will not be able to improve in the future?"

"what……"

He blinked, and finally let go of his clenched fists, raised his feet and stepped onto the porch, wiped off his clothes, and sat down next to Master.

"Come on, reward your lover with candies." Lu Zhengqiu picked up a piece of candy from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Instead of opening his mouth, he shook his head and avoided: "Master, don't always treat me like a child."

Lu Zhengqiu let out a long sigh: "Oh, children just don't know how to appreciate such a good candy, if you don't eat it, I will eat it myself."

Lu Dongqing: "..."

Apart from martial arts, Lu Zhengqiu's actions really do not have the appearance of a master.Sometimes even Dongqing couldn't figure out which one was the child, herself or the master.

Nine years have passed, he has almost forgotten the memories of his childhood, he takes the life in front of him for granted, completely forgetting how cold and taciturn Lu Zhengqiu used to be.

What remains deep in my memory is only the lingering smell of herbs on this person.

Lu Zhengqiu's old illness was not healed, and the disease was stubborn. He needed to take medicine all year round. There was always a faint bitterness in his body, which mixed with the sweetness of candy, which was not harmonious, but he liked to eat candy.

Right now, Dongqing sees Master smacking his lips beside him, making a vague sound of admiration, and her own tongue is also itchy, as if that incongruous sweetness has penetrated into his heart.

——"This is peach blossom candy, is it sweet?"

—— "Let's go home, there are still a lot at home, and I'll bring them to you."

The familiar picture brought back some old things from his mind, like flower petals scattered in the soil, showing a tender corner beyond the painful memory.

Taking advantage of his master's daze, he secretly picked up a piece of candy from the bowl and quickly put it in his mouth.

Then he put his hands on the steps behind him, leaned back, and looked up at the setting sun in the sky.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, bathed in the golden afterglow, their thin and long shadows trailing behind them like tails.

The sugar in his mouth melted quickly, and the sweet sugar water slid into his throat, making his mood light.

Even if the world is turned upside down and the world is bleak, there is always such sweetness that can be shared with those around you.

After a while, he felt someone around him poking him with an elbow: "Why did you suddenly start laughing, and thought of something good again, let's hear it."

"It's nothing." Lu Dongqing's face became hot, and her eyes flickered to avoid it.

He really didn't want to admit that what floated in his mind just now was all the shadow of the other party.