Chapter 7： favorite is the sword

Jiang Su felt that what Mu Yichuan said made sense.

He has always been aware that he is not good at interpersonal communication, but Mu Yichuan seems to be quite good at it, he really should make friends with Mu Yichuan, and if the two complement each other, maybe he will not be so dull and boring.

Thinking of this, he could not help but tighten Mu Yichuan's hand, and asked earnestly, "Brother Mu, where did you learn these principles of life?"

He respected him in his heart, and couldn't help but change his address, and this obviously made Mu Yichuan quite panicked, and it seemed that he couldn't even speak smoothly for a while, and then he hesitated and said after a while: "Yes...it's Deputy He... A friend of mine taught me."

Jiang Su couldn't help nodding, and said earnestly: "If there is a chance, you must introduce your friend to me. I also want to learn the principles of life from him."

Mu Yichuan: "..."

Mu Yichuan frowned and turned his face away, feeling a little awkward in his heart, he wished he could act as if he hadn't heard this sentence, and after a while he replied sullenly: "En."

For some reason, he felt a little uncontrollable boredom.

He thought, Deputy Envoy He already has so many friends, it seems that there is no need for another Jiang Su, and Jiang Su also has so many good friends... If there is one more person, he will have to share his attention and concern .

He is very reluctant.

It's just that Jiang Su has always been slow, and he didn't notice Mu Yichuan's small thoughts at all. All he was thinking about was Qi Du's affairs. The brother woke him up with a word. Now he just wants to get to Qi Du's side as soon as possible. To prove that he is not a hard-hearted person.

Although he only loves swords in his heart, he still has fellowship!

…

Jiang Su didn't know where Qi Du had gone, he asked a few disciples in his sect, and heard that Qi Du ran back to the martial arts training ground crying for some reason, and he should have never returned in the martial arts training ground, Jiang Su couldn't help but shuddered. I feel that although this child is spoiled and can't endure hardships, he should still have a future.

Go to the martial arts field even if you are injured, the more times you get injured, the child's martial arts will definitely be greatly improved!

Jiang Su hurriedly dragged Mu Yichuan to the martial arts training ground together, Qi Du was really still here, he had stopped crying, and was slashing his sword at the wooden man in the martial arts training ground outside the door with resentment, but the sword technique Disorganized, it was obvious that his mind was in a mess, and swinging the sword at this moment was just to vent his anger.

Jiang Su saw it, and he likes to talk about swordsmanship the most, so he couldn't bear to say something more at this time, saying: "If you swing around, your swordsmanship will never improve."

Qi Du didn't expect Jiang Su to come here, he was startled, turned around in a hurry, his eyes were still red, seeing that the person behind him was Jiang Su, he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, so he just said goodbye With dissatisfaction on his face, he whispered: "I'm not practicing swords."

Jiang Su raised his eyebrows: "If it's venting, it shouldn't be like this."

Qi Du pouted.

Jiang Su had stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the sword in his hand, and naturally held Qi Du's hand, causing Qi Du's heart to beat like a drum, and the sadness just disappeared in an instant. He was trembling, and even wanted to let go of the sword in his hand, but held Jiang Su's hand instead.

It took Qi Du a while to force himself to calm down. He raised his head and saw Jiang Su right behind him. The uncle was slightly taller than him, looking at him from top to bottom with slender eyelashes and dark eyes. It was cold, but his eyes didn't stop on him.

What the little martial uncle looked at was the sword in his hand.

"Since someone has injured you, you should practice your sword hard and hit it back." Jiang Su said to him seriously from behind him, "But your posture for holding the sword is wrong. I learned swordsmanship there."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Su pressed Qi Du's hand and corrected his sword holding posture one by one.

Qi Du: "..."

Mu Yichuan coughed hard to make Jiang Su gentle, this child can't stand the blow, if Jiang Su is too fierce, what if the child cries again?

Fortunately, this time Jiang Su quickly understood Mu Yichuan's meaning. He took a deep breath, moved a little softer, and tried to squeeze a smile on his face, saying: "You are still young, if you work harder on weekdays Some, the future will be boundless.”

But Qi Du just stared at him in a daze, and after a while, Qi Du sniffled and asked in a muffled voice: "Uncle, do you like people with good martial arts the most?"

Jiang Su didn't know why Qi Du asked this question, but since Qi Du had already asked, he naturally had to answer truthfully.

"Stupid boy." Jiang Su looked down into his eyes seriously, and said, "Of course not."

Joy appeared in Qi Du's eyes, but Jiang Su immediately added another sentence.

"How can my favorite be people." Jiang Su said solemnly, "My favorite is of course the sword."

Qi Du: "..."

But Mu Yichuan seemed to have heard something astonishing. He blinked, couldn't help agreeing, and said, "I like swords too."

Jiang Su turned his head to look at him, subconsciously said: "People's hearts are sinister, what do people like?"

Mu Yichuan couldn't help but agree: "The intrigue between people is far less pure than the sword."

Jiang Su also said: "The most important thing to keep away from the sword is emotion."

Mu Yichuan nodded seriously: "To become a top swordsman, you must never have any feelings in your heart."

Jiang Su finally showed surprise, and looked back at Mu Yichuan, as if he saw some weird person.

It has been ten years since he entered this world of books. In the past ten years, he has never met someone who fits his thoughts so well. He even thought that he would spend the rest of his days alone, but he never imagined that in this place , under the Luoxue Cliff, he was able to meet such a close person.

Jiang Su even felt that Mu Yichuan was his confidant in life!

He looked at Mu Yichuan with sincere and warm eyes, Mu Yichuan didn't know, so he looked back at him, he just felt polite, he should never avoid Jiang Su's gaze casually at this moment.

And Qi Du was hit hard.

He could see it.

The little master said that he doesn't like people with high martial arts skills, and only has swords in his heart, but what's going on with Mu Yichuan? The little martial uncle obviously looked at him differently, why he only likes swords, this is obviously a lie fabricated by the little martial uncle to deal with him.

The matter has come to this point, if he still doesn't want to give up this love, Qi Du feels that there may be only one way left for him.

He is still young, and his master has praised him for his excellent talent, at least above many others. If he works hard and improves his swordsmanship, he believes that his uncle will always look at him differently.

Thinking of this, Qi Du couldn't help clenching his fists.

What is Mu Yichuan?

That's just a coquettish **** who charms the uncle! He is the true son of my uncle!

right! It must be so!

Qi Du excitedly let go of the sword in his hand, held Jiang Su's hand tightly, and said to Jiang Su seriously: "Master, I will work hard to practice martial arts, you must wait for me!"

Jiang Su: "..."

Qi Du looked at Jiang Su's expression, his heart trembled, and he remembered another thing.

No, no, besides practicing martial arts, he had to avoid Mu Yichuan getting along with his uncle as much as possible, and don't try his best to practice swords in front, and the backyard caught fire, and let this brat take the lead.

He had to follow the little uncle closely, and resolutely refused to give the two of them a chance to be alone.

"Master said that you are going to the martial arts conference." Qi Du hurriedly said, "Master, I want to go too!"

Jiang Su: "..."

"There are so many masters in the martial arts conference, I also want to broaden my horizons." Qi Du said seriously, "Observe and emulate the swordsmanship of the various sects, so that you can grow more."

Jiang Su: "..."

Jiang Su still didn't speak.

Qi Du frowned, he didn't understand what was wrong with what he said just now, why did the little uncle ignore him? He didn't understand, and he didn't know how to ask, so he looked back at Jiang Su pitifully, hoping to get an answer from Jiang Su.

Jiang Su finally raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled his fingers out of Qi Du's hand one by one, then slowly bent down, with a serious expression, and picked up Qi Du's sword from the ground.

"You are a swordsman, how can you throw your sword at will." Jiang Su said, "This is your sword! Can my wife throw it away!"

Qi Du was startled: "I..."

"You son of a **** still wants to go to the martial arts conference!" The more Jiang Su thought about it, the more angry he was, he tied the strap of the sword on Qi Du's body, and used all his strength to draw a knot, while cursing viciously, "Go back! Copy the sword manual ten times first , You are not allowed to go out until you finish copying!"

Qi Du: "...QAQ"

…

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Jiang Su set off for the Wulin League.

This trip to the Martial Arts League was mainly to discuss important matters with the leader of the alliance, and the sword test was secondary, so Zhang Wenxue didn't bring many people there, anyway, Jiang Su was enough for their sect.

Over the years, there have been a lot of masters in the sword test, but Jiang Su will always win the first prize. The number one of the Zhishui Sword Sect has already become numb, there is no suspense, no need to look forward to it.

And Jiang Su waited for a while in front of the mountain gate, turned his head and saw Qi Du who was running hurriedly from a distance, he was inevitably a little puzzled in his heart.

Didn't he let Qi Du copy the sword manual? Qi Du finished copying such a thick sword manual in their master's school so quickly?

Qi Du had already run to his side, with two huge dark circles on his face, and his own sword was tied tightly around his waist. The dead buckle looked like it was punched by Jiang Su himself yesterday, maybe Qi Du didn't do it at all last night. After untying the sword, holding a stack of thick paper in his hand, he handed it to Jiang Su respectfully, and said seriously: "Master, I'm done copying."

Jiang Su: "..."

Jiang Su took it in doubt, and flipped through a few pages at random. Although the handwriting was a bit scribbled, but at least not a single word was written. Looking at Qi Du's expression tired at the moment, his drooping hands were still trembling slightly. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well all night. Copy down this sword manual.

He was moved.

With this hard work, the child is afraid that he will not be able to become a master of swordsmanship!

Qi Du wanted to go to the sword test at the martial arts conference to open his eyes. It was just such a small wish, of course he had to fulfill him!

Jiang Su accepted the sword manual, patted Qi Du on the shoulder with a serious expression, turned his head to call Zhang Wenxue beside him, and said, "Brother, let's take Qi Du to the martial arts conference together."

Joy appeared on Qi Du's tired face.

"He wants to go to the martial arts conference to broaden his horizons and see the swordsmanship of various sects." Jiang Su said, "Besides, brother, it's not good for me to participate in the sword test."

Qi Du: "..."

wait.

It doesn't seem right.

"It's not as good as this." Jiang Su said happily, "This year, let Qi Du play on my behalf!"