Chapter 317 Xi Jian Sub

Qin Yan waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. Take a break and come back."

Fang Qiuyao was about to say yes, but he heard Liu Wanyun say, "According to your physical condition, there should be half of your physical strength left now. Why do you have to rest now? Get up, don't waste time!"

Qin Yan didn't move and complained, "Can't you let me rest for a while? Even if the landlord forces the long-term workers, it won't be like this!"

Liu Wanyun looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth gently: "Well, since Master Han is tired, let the slave family come to serve you and rest! Piao Ling, go get a bucket of hot water!"

Qin Yan caught a glimpse of a silver light between her fingers, suddenly bounced from the chair like an electric shock, and said repeatedly, "No, no, I've already rested. Don't bother Miss Liu to do it!" Brother Fang, come on, let's make two more moves.

Fang Qiuyao came forward, and the two started again. This time, after testing two moves from Fang Qiuyao, he found that if he had divine help, he could avoid most of his tricks, and the strength and angle of the counterattack had improved a lot, and the posture of waving the sword was actually the same as his own.

Qin Yan fought with him, feeling like he was against another self, and even the charm of the sword was the same as himself. However, after all, Fang Qiuyao only learned the moves he had used before, and the connection was not consistent. After Qin Yan was stunned, his sword spirit flew like silver, and he still suppressed Fang Qiuyao.

However, although Fang Qiuyao is at a disadvantage this time, he also has attack and defense, and will no longer be embarrassed at the beginning. If a stranger is watching the battle, he will think that he is a master of practicing swordsmanship for several years.

After a moment, even Ye Piaoling, who was not very interested in martial arts, saw the mystery. He opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked, "Wan Yun, what's going on? Mr. Fang learned too fast!"

Fang Qiuyao heard his admiration in the fierce battle, so he worked harder and began to look for opportunities to fight back. But he messed up the rules in this way. How could Qin Yan allow him to easily find a chance to counterattack? After a few swords, he burst into Fang Qiuyao's defense circle, which made him confused and even the block was messy.

Liu Wanyun said lightly: "The strongest thing about the body of clean industry is that it can quickly simulate the other party's moves, which can be used to learn martial arts for thousands of miles a day. It's a pity that Fang Shaoxia is unstable, otherwise..."

When Fang Qiuyao heard Liu Wanyun's comments, he was ashamed and anxious, and his mind was even more confused. Suddenly, he was stabbed by Qin Yan with a sword in the chest, tore his clothes and left a blood stain on the skin of his chest. Fang Qiuyao suddenly fell into an ice cave, his hands and feet were stiff, and his face was pale: "I, I'm too stupid..."

Qin Yan said, "The most taboo way to learn martial arts is to be distracted. Since you can't be disturbed by the outside world, please ask Brother Ye and Miss Liu to avoid it for a while!"

Ye Piaoling spit out his tongue and walked to the door, but saw Liu Wanyun motion and groan coldly, "So can you be openly lazy?"

"Hey! Who do you think I am?"

Ye Piaoling walked to Liu Wanyun's side and advised: "Wanyun..."

Liu Wanyun waved his hand and said, "Don't listen to him. If you can't even stand this interference, what should you do when facing the enemy? The other party is a group of murderous guys!"

At this time, Fang Qiuyao said, "It's my fault. I shouldn't be distracted. Brother Han, let's come again!" After saying that, he raised his sword and posed for battle.

Qin Yan shook his head: "Well, maybe another way is more suitable for you. You, take good care!"

With that, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and recalled countless pictures of himself practicing swords in the dark. After thinking quietly for a long time, he suddenly raised his right hand, like a silver lightning passing through the air, and then stopped and danced with his body.

With his understanding of swordsmanship and Fang Qiuyao's own cultivation, Qin Yan tried to create a new set of martial arts skills.

At the beginning, he only practiced in front of Fang Qiuyao, and he slowed down. However, with a series of attacks, an inspiration accumulated in the brain became more and more eager to come out. While the hilt of the sword flew between his palms, he suddenly thought of many magical skills he had experienced. The eternal flying flow hit the earth's fierceness, the flowing clouds and soft water palms extend to the net, the flexibility of the emperor's shocking fairy sword, the hegemony that shakes the innocent sword, and the accuracy and deviousness of the shadowless flying knife, which generated a divine idea in his chest at the same time!

No one can cover all the essence of unique learning in swordsmanship at the same time. What Qin Yan can do is to capture the shadows of Shen Yun with a sword in his chest. Compared with the martial arts that has been passed down for thousands of years in the world, he is just a child chasing behind the adults, holding a broken sword, stumbles and imitating the arrogant or tragic postures of his predecessors, trying to learn his own growth.

He began to dance his sword, very light, slow and careful, like a thief who stole treasures for fear of being caught. The inspiration at this moment made him forget his occasion and the three pairs of eyes condensed on him. He only focused on his slow pace and carefully imitated the charm he had experienced in his life.

Fate made him involuntarily trapped in this disaster, but it also made him never experience the breadth and depth of the way of martial arts so deeply. Only after losing the spell of searching can he fully realize his invisibility.

Three thousand avenues are vast and profound, how much can a person learn?

Just to depict that touch of Shen Yun, it is enough to make people miserable and exhaust their years.

He was carried away, immersed in a new realm, released his thoughts, practiced the questions and emotions generated in countless battles, solved them in another way, and stumbled into a road in the process of self-questioning and answering himself.

The Buddha's voice sings in the heart, and a light guides the front. Life is created by oneself, and each other is born from the heart. Everything in the world is transformed. The heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, and everything does not change. He recited the Buddha's words in his heart, and the sword waved faster and faster, his clothes flew, and the silver light sprinkled his face, becoming a hazy shadow in the rapid dance. The impeccable beauty formed a stunning and gorgeous scene.

Fang Qiuyao opened his mouth and looked at this scene in a daze, and was already stunned. The countless silver blades that seemed to cut through the space bloomed silently like a lotus, leaving remnants in his vision, and the flow of time seemed to have been accelerated countless times. A plum blossom bloomed, and he had not yet seen the beautiful beauty of the city. The short-lived beauty had passed away with the wind, and it was replaced by another completely different flower, and the process of opening and fading converged in an instant.

That is the charm of the "Tao" that Qin Yan realized. Fang Qiuyao could not see or understand it clearly. He could only exhaust his efforts to forcibly remember the picture at this moment, hoping to capture the shadow of a divine sword.