MTL - Everyday I Get Up To See The Villain Stealing The Show-Chapter 38

An Yuan suddenly changed his temperament, and Han Changsheng was extremely dissatisfied with this. The former dog Xianjun, although the character owes some money, but it is just owing to it. To be honest, it is not so annoying, and it is especially good to lie. In a few days, he was regarded as a good brother. He jumped a cliff. Dog Xianjun also jumped down, multiple love! Now, what a ghost looks like now, don’t let him help to heal a wound, actually what is “your life and death is in my hands”, to a teacher who is kind enough to teach him martial arts, like this? ? ! Lie and shame are eaten by dogs!

There, Anyuan took a wild fruit and just had breakfast. Seeing Han Changsheng still sitting there, he said with a smile: "My good ‘Master,’ I will teach me swordsmanship from today.”

Han Changsheng did not have a good air: "Do you still want to learn?"

Anyuan is of course: "Nature. I want to be stronger."

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes: "Why do you not remember anything?"

An Yuan blinked and smiled and made Han Changsheng feel chilling: "I want to be strong enough to control everything in my hands and not be bullied."

Han Changsheng grinned: "Who is bullying you..." He remembered that he had laughed at the dog fairy, thinking of the shocking expression on the face of the dog fairy jumping off the cliff, and some guilty pouting, "You are not not Remember?..."

An Yuan squinted and did not speak.

After breakfast, Han Changsheng meditated for a while. The air in the mountain is very fresh, suitable for practicing, plus Anyuan helped him to adjust it last night, and he feels more comfortable right now.

However, the body is comfortable, but my heart is very uncomfortable. He has been very uncomfortable by the threats of the gods in the land. This dog who is under the genius of the dog is still afraid to threaten him. Can he still do this? !

Han Changsheng was so painful that he decided not to encourage the arrogance of the dog. He has a handle that he has in his hand. Does he have no handle in his hand?

After a while, Anyuan came over: "Start practicing."

Han Changsheng opened his eyes and pointed to a pile of dirty clothes on the side, the clothes he was wet with sweat last night. Fortunately, before he entered the mountain, he remembered to buy a few sets of changing clothes and bought it for the dog Xianjun.

Anyuan did not look at it: "Do not wash."

Han Changsheng angered: "If you don't wash, you won't teach you how to practice."

Anyuan’s face doesn’t matter: “Then you will force yourself to do it.”

Han Changsheng sneered: "If I am dead, do you think you have a good life? I have already poisoned you. If you are not obedient, every night, the poison will hurt you!" Isn't it a threat? Who won't be like it!

Anyuan brow slightly moved, sneer: "I don't need to poison you, as long as I help you get through the meridians, it's enough to make you feel bad."

Han Changsheng was furious and took out a bottle of Du Yuefei's special qi dan from his arms: "This is the special diarrhea of ​​this high person. As long as you eat it, you will be able to stop for seven days and seven nights."

Anyuan is still not busy: "I am sealing you a meridian, so that you can not pull out seven days and seven nights."

Han Changsheng also took out a bottle of nourishing blood: "This is Yang | 痿 pills, take this medicine, so that you will become a living **** from then on!"

An Yuandao: "I can make you rush to the sky, whether it is a ghost or a pig."

Han Changsheng stunned. Is Anyuan really so powerful? However, in this valley, there is no pig in addition to Anyuan. If he really moved this hand and foot to himself, isn’t it... Hey! What are you thinking about!

"Insane, let you become a fool, see a man, just call a woman, then call her mother!"

"I use your anger to rush your Lingquan point, so that you are crazy and don't know that you are a human being!"

“The smelly upside down pill makes you smell bad smell!”

"I let you all five senses upside down!"

"I, I, I..." Han Changsheng found out another bottle of gold medicine. "This is... this is... ruined! It will become ugly!"

Anyuan’s mouth was pumped: “You just painted this for me yesterday.”

Han Changsheng proudly said: "Yes! I have already given you medicine! I am going to wash clothes and cook, I can consider giving you antidote."

An Yuan’s nose is “naive.”

"!#¥" Han Changsheng angered, "You are naive! Stupid! No cure!"

Anyuan was too lazy to entangle with Han Changsheng and got up and picked up the pile of dirty clothes. He saw Han Changsheng throwing the changed underwear inside, and he dismissed it: "This is a wash."

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes: "I won't wash."

An Yuan looked at him with a disgusted look: "You haven't washed your underwear for 20 years?"

Han Changsheng: "..."

Anyuan walked down the river with his clothes and said carelessly: "If you are not afraid of what I paint on it..."

Han Changsheng jumped up and took back his underwear, and did not go to the stream.

An Yuanxiao smiled and said: "Oh, yes, and your poison, I saw you eat one bottle every night."

Han Changsheng: "..." This day can't be over!

Early in the morning, the two men squatted by the river to wash their clothes as morning exercises.

Anyuan moved his mind and washed a few clothes in a while. At the same time, Han Changsheng also washed his underwear.

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"Oh." Poor underwear was washed in two hands in the hands of Han Changsheng.

Han Chang was angry and ruined the rag: "Let's practice!"

An Yuan’s injury is still not good enough, and the intensity of the training can’t be great. Han Changsheng asked him to **** an action against the bamboo. He drew a point on the bamboo and asked Anyuan to stab this point every time he took out the sword, and it was just right, he couldn't pierce the bamboo, and he couldn't stab.

The elders of Lan Fang taught Han Changsheng, which is the true meaning of swordsmanship. The sword method is actually not so mysterious. The people who can get through the gorgeous skills are often not the real masters. The subtle moves are only composed of the simplest movements, and the winning ones are only three people know. The word: fast, ambiguous, accurate. Only the younger children today are too aggressive and are often blinded.

An Yuan did not have any opinions on the training plan that Han Changsheng gave him. He soon concentrated on practicing. Han Changsheng’s swordsmanship has been seen. Simple and sharp, seemingly simple realms are often the most difficult to achieve. Han Changsheng’s sword was not only practiced in the five days of the Peach Blossom Valley’s underground palace. In the past 19 years, he was forced by the old lord and the lords to practice less, if not for those who forced too Tight, he will not be able to pick and leave all day. What Lan Lan’s elders did was just let him know.

In the evening, An Yuan helped Han Changsheng to guide the industrious internal forces.

I don’t know if Anyuan intends to retaliate. When Han Gong’s work, Han Changsheng’s body hurts like a needle. If he doesn’t sweat for a moment, he will get all his clothes wet. Anyuan helped him to protect the law by his side, and he was very struggling. The two men were in the palm of their hand. Anyuan used his own instinct to guide his instinct through Han Changsheng's body. At this time, he was sweating.

In fact, even if there is no Anyuan protection, Han Changsheng is a person, but Anyuan is not willing to teach him the practice of martial arts, preferring to fake his own power.

Han Changsheng couldn't stand it, and barely picked up a smile: "Well, you are too tired, and you are distressed by the teacher. You can tell the teacher the heart and mind, and work hard for the teacher himself."

Anyuan cold and cold road: "I don't want to go out of the way and shut up."

In the heart of Han Changsheng, the dog Xianjun was smashed for one hundred and eight times, and he was forced to take a breath and let the dog Xianjun toss.

After a long time, Anyuan closed his hand and was so tired that he fell to the ground and went to sleep. Han Changsheng was also very tired. He fell asleep and fell asleep. The two heads pressed against their heads and feet, and they had nothing to say overnight.

The next day, after Anyuan washed his clothes, he continued to practice.

He was planning to stab the way as yesterday, and Han Changsheng stopped him: "Wait, change the new practice method today."

Anyuan stopped and looked at him with suspicious eyes.

Han Changsheng said: "To train your muscle strength today." He stepped forward and pinched the arm of Anyuan. Anyuan's muscles are very well-proportioned, not too much, and not too little. The distribution of strength and speed of this muscle type is just right for a swordsman, because people who use swords don't use big axes, meteors. Like a weapon, it needs brute force. The most important thing is the skill. Therefore, the swordsman master often wears a large dress and looks thin. In fact, the power hidden under the clothes is not to be underestimated. Han Changsheng felt that his hand feels very good and he screamed, so he disliked: "Your muscles are too bad. We have to carry out targeted training today to strengthen one of your muscles."

An Yuan took the sword back to the scabbard and quietly waited for Han Changsheng to arrange.

Han Changsheng pointed out in a full-fledged manner: "Today, we want to strengthen your hip muscles! Come, like this!" Han Changsheng took Anyuan to the edge of a bamboo, forced a bamboo and then let go. The bamboo that bounced back hit the Anyuan ass.

In an instant, Anyuan was murderous on Thursday, and a flying butterfly fell softly to the ground.

Han Changsheng did not fear to meet his eyes that made the magma freeze: "Like this, you can practice a hundred times today. It is very important to know the muscles of the buttocks, which is to connect your waist strength and lower limb strength. The key part, any sword master, must have a strong hip strength... Well, just like this, practice it yourself."

The eyes of the two met in the air, and in a flash, they pinged through hundreds of moves, and all the insects and animals around them were shocked.

Han Changsheng sneered in his heart: Hehehehe, I thought that Laozi is a good bully? Let's see who is playing dead!

In the evening, An Yuan helped Han Changsheng to indulge in infuriating. On the third morning, Han Changsheng felt that his buttocks were sore, and his waist was broken. He took a step and licked his mouth.

Black and white impermanence busy to open the illusion to see the scene of the mortal, just to see Han Changsheng and Anyuan seclusion in the mountains and old forests love each other's truss to tear the daily.

Black impermanence is very worried: "You said that this mortal is so unreliable, can he help Anyuan Xianjun to return to his place?"

White impermanence sighs: "There is no other way now. We can't interfere with the mortal world with the celestial technique. We can only mention the mortal person a little bit. To what extent, look at himself. What is the number of sacred monarchs? Not his robbery? They are all their own creations."

Black impermanence connected the illusion to the star pool, and the star of the disaster that saw Anyuan was still tirelessly lit, and he could only sigh a little.

Du Yuefei's special wound medicine is very effective. After a few days, the wound on Anyuan is all good. Han Changsheng began to develop more targeted exercises for him.

Anyuan’s basic skills are not bad. He is a natural material that is suitable for practicing martial arts. The efforts of one day are often topped by others for three or five days. However, the intensity of the training of the Yuehua School is not high, and it is not as good as that of Han Changsheng’s childhood when he was in the dark, so he was worse than Han Changsheng.

In addition to training the basic swordsmanship of Anyuan, Han Changsheng also began to point him to "enlightenment."

In the beginning, in order to let Han Changsheng "enlighten" and throw him into the underground palace full of vines, Han Changsheng was anxious to come out, and he realized it without knowing it. Han Changsheng could not provide such conditions for Anyuan. He did not have the accumulation of Yuan Fang’s elders for decades. Anyuan was the first apprentice he received. He was a bit clumsy in the matter of the believers and could only rely on words.

"You close your eyes and treat the surrounding bamboo as an enemy, find out the weaknesses of these enemies and attack them."

Anyuan did not understand: "But these bamboos are dead."

Han Changsheng said: "Don't be so dead-headed, you can also treat the enemy as a dead object. As long as you are fast enough, or can anticipate the enemy's movements and quickly find out his weaknesses, isn't he dead? Heaven teaches you to practice with bamboo, flowers, trees and water. It is to let you know how much your sword can be done. Think of your sword as part of your body, just like your hand. Close your eyes. It is to strengthen your feelings. To achieve the situation of the integration of human swords. You must understand that the important thing is not how the enemy is, but how your sword is." Han Changsheng craps this pass, licks his nose, gently Bounce away. A lot of things, in fact, can only be understood, can not be said, Han Changsheng will not teach people at all, he can not wait to send the dog Xianjun back to let the elders Lan Fang pointing. Fortunately, there is still a time from the Wulin Conference, he can slowly grind.

Unexpectedly, the dog Xianjun listened to his words, suddenly all the body shocked, closed his eyes and did not speak.

After a while, An Yuan suddenly woke up from the epiphany, slammed the sword out of the sheath, and danced in the bamboo forest.

Han Changsheng looked at An Yuan’s movements and was stunned. This guy is really better than when he was in Yuehua. This guy's talent... really can't be limited.

Looking at the figure of An Yuan's sword, Han Changsheng couldn't stop itching and began to practice swords.

There is no end to martial arts. There are people outside, there are days outside the sky, no matter how powerful, you can continue to become stronger. No one else can surpass and surpass oneself.

In the evening, An Yuan helped Han Changsheng to indulge his infuriating. After the end, Han Changsheng fell asleep and fell asleep. Although Anyuan was extremely tired, he did not immediately fall asleep. He moved to Han Changsheng, and through the moonlight that came in through the window, he stared at Han Changsheng's face.

He whispered softly: "Where are you, who?"

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