Long Xingyi heard that the old man had deliberately kept him in a silence, so he became interested and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the uncle in front of him. The old man stopped him and said lightly: "Let's spare the ceremony! The situation is difficult at present, everything should be simple."

Hey, old man, you are more funny than me! Long Xingyi thought to himself that he likes the old man in front of him more and more.

"How is your sword technique?" the old man asked casually.

Speaking of swordsmanship, Long Xingyi was so proud. He had just competed with Emperor Shaka, so how could he not be proud? Long Xingyi said to the old man with a proud attitude: "Well, Master, don't worry, my swordsmanship is enough to defeat Emperor Shaka!"

The old man gently raised his sparse eyebrows and asked with a sneer, "Is that true?" After that, he stood up and whispered to the newly accepted apprentice in front of him, "This is it! I'll try your kung fu. Aren't you interstellar agents wearing lightsabers with you? Come on, attack me."

"This... isn't that good?" Long Xingyi looked at the old man in front of him, and he looked trembling even standing, let alone dodging himself as an agent. If he stabbed a sword without any hesitation and made a hole in his stomach, wouldn't he be a deceiving master and destroying his ancestor? "You are naked, I'll take a lightsaber..."

"Bareless fist? Haha." The old man used a "hehe" sentence. It is estimated that the post-95s generation who are now born in the 1995s must have punched him without saying a word. But Long Xingyi did not. He didn't know what the old man was going to do.

The old man looked around and finally seemed to have chosen something. He stepped on a stone and broke a twisted branch from a tree next to him. "Well, that's it. Okay, I have a weapon now, you can attack me!"

Funny? Do you think you are Dugu Qiubai? It makes me look like a peerless master in a martial arts movie. I will be overthinking it! Long Xingyi couldn't help but think in anger. If you want to say that in Jin Yong's novels, he likes such peerless masters, but the old man in front of him who is like dry wood was afraid that with a light wave of his sword, the other party and the dry branch in his hand would turn into charcoal.

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts, a cunning smile passed through his calm face, and then he felt as if he had no desires and no desires, without any expression. He just stood on the ground, turned sideways towards him, and waited quietly.

Alas! There is no way, so just swing it a few times and just play with the old man! Long Xingyi thought, pretending to go forward and launch an attack. He hesitated for a moment, then threw out his lightsword and swept towards the old man who was a little hunched in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the old man was ready to go like a bow that was pulled apart. Before Long Xingyi's sword tip could be swept, he quickly hid to the side as if he had seen through Long Xingyi's thoughts. At the same time, he turned his steps and shook the branches in his hand, thrust hard on Long Xingyi's face.

I X, it hurts so much! Long Xingyi was angry at the sudden sting. When he touched his face, a stream of bright red blood flowed down his cheek. It seemed that the old man was pumping hard enough, and a hole was directly pulled out of his face.

"This is a reward for respecting the elderly." The old man said in a low voice: "If you whisper to the next time, I will give you a few more red roads!"

Mom! Long Xingyi was completely angry and shouted and rushed towards the direction where the old man was. He thought: Sister, split you in half first! Let you jump up and down! If you don’t die, I will find a way to save you.

The old man's face was calm and he was still expressionless. Long Xingyi's cold attack immediately came to his eyes, and the light sword with dazzling light was slashing vertically. The old man withdrew his back foot and turned his forefoot. Not only did he easily avoid Long Xingyi's sword edge, but he also threw out the branches in his hand and twitched at the corner of Long Xingyi's mouth again. Long Xingyi only felt the corner of his mouth hurt so much that he knew he had been hanging the color again.

"You have too many ideas." The old man gently stroked the branch in his hand and said, "I'm thinking about this and that before I win, you should be a scholar, not a swordsman."

Long Xingyi retreated to the side, calmed down his mind, and set off his posture again to attack. However, due to the previous two mistakes and injuries, his mentality was always a little anxious. He rushed left and right, and rushed for a long time, but he could not hurt the old man in front of him. He was like a child catching wind and shadows, and the old man was like a feather fluttering in the wind, flying back and forth with the airflow. No matter how hard Long Xingyi tried, he only accelerated the flow of the air around him, motivating the feather to dodge faster.

Soon, Long Xingyi was exhausted and lay on the ground panting, panting heavily. The old man carried his hand holding the branch and walked to Long Xingyi and sighed, "The current interstellar agent, just these two tricks? Is this what that boy Dolby taught you?"

"Elder Durby only taught us sword moves and sword styles, but not warfare." Long Xingyi lay on the ground and said gasping.

"Nonsense!" said the old man in a firm tone: "I know that boy Dubi, and his wisdom is all in his words and deeds. Listen to his words and observe his actions. You young people are still too impetuous and do not know how to lower your head modestly, calm down and learn more."

"Master!" Long Xingyi was enlightened when he heard the old man's words. Yes, for many years, he also knew that he had the weakness of impetuousness. The pace of modern life is so fast, high-speed rail, airplanes, and various instant messaging have greatly improved the people's travel and work efficiency. But everything is too fast, and it is easy to make people impetuous. Long Xingyi has also reminded himself many times to slow down. But he is in this environment and is so helpless. If he sails against the current, he will retreat. If you slow down, others will be two steps faster than you. Gradually, he has forgotten what a slow-paced life and thoughtful decisions look like. Although the old man's words just now awakened him again.

"Master, my disciple is enlightened and suddenly realized. Please give me advice!" Long Xingyi knelt on the ground so sincerely for the first time, lowered his head and said to the hunched old man in front of him.

The old man said "um" with satisfaction, bent down and gently helped Long Xingyi up. "Boy, as you said, your moves are concise and exquisite enough, and there is no need to practice hard anymore. In the days ahead, in addition to being familiar with what you have learned in the past every day, most of the time, the teacher will slow down your heart, get faster, and work more agile, and cooperate with your thinking. If you are disobedient again..." The old man said, taking the branch in front of him and shaking it, "The teacher will use the branch to suck you!"

"You are also physically punishing students, you are amazing!" After Long Xingyi said that, the two of them laughed to the sky.

There is no concept of time in the wormhole of time and space, and there is no way to work from sunrise or rest from sunset. After a few hours, the two of them thought it was almost "night", so they slept side by side under a green dragon tree. Long Xingyi took off his armor and put it aside. The loose soil on the ground was soft and soft, unlike the vain outside, and it felt hard when stepped on. Maybe it was too tired this day, and Long Xingyi fell asleep quickly as soon as he lay down.

I don’t know how long he had slept, but when Long Xingyi turned over, he suddenly got poked by something. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his master sitting aside, constantly fiddling with him with a tree branch.

"Get up! I'm not too busy to sleep." The old man said coldly. Long Xingyi wanted to look at his watch, but he remembered that in this wormhole, time was meaningless.

"How long have I slept?" Long Xingyi asked lazily, still lying on the ground and unwilling to get up.

"Is it important to sleep in this place where time and space are meaningless?" the old man asked, "In short, in the days ahead, as long as I wake up, you must get up! The old man's biological clock is very accurate! Just use me as an alarm clock! Get up quickly and get up quickly!"

Long Xingyi sighed with his eyes closed, then climbed up helplessly. Just as he was about to put on his armor, the old man shook his skeleton in front of him.

"Don't rush to wear armor! Come on, take off your top." The master said relaxedly.

When Long Xingyi heard this, he was shocked. I'll go, what's this for? It's not that I'm going to whip me late, right? I'm not Huang Gai!

The old man looked at Long Xingyi's straight look and smiled faintly, "Don't worry! If you don't hit you, I'm afraid that you will wear your clothes and will not be able to wear them in the future. Now it's morning exercise time. Look, you go carry that one and run around this oasis for 600 laps."

Long Xingyi looked in the direction the old man pointed, and was so scared that he almost jumped up. The old man brought a big stone over at some point. Moreover, Long Xingyi bet that this is definitely the largest stone in this oasis. The old man dug it out from some land. There were two ropes on it, used as shoulder straps. Could you tell me to carry this hill and run around the oasis?

Long Xingyi slowly turned around and looked at his master in surprise, "Master, you can't be the old man Turtle Fairy, right? Why did you let me run on a mountain like practicing Sun Wukong? You don't know how this hurts my knees..."

Before he finished speaking, a branch like a rattan twitched on his arm. "Stop talking nonsense! I'm so rude. This is what my teacher wants to further enhance your muscle density and body agility through this move. How long has it been since you exercise? Your body is so lazy."

"I...I run every day!" Long Xingyi argued in a slight sense: "Around our community, one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening."

"I don't believe it." The old man said mischievously: "You go and run and show me."

"Damn... I want to prove it!" Long Xingyi gently squeezed out these words from his teeth. There was no way, the master's order was difficult to disobey. He knew that the master was also for his own good. He stopped talking nonsense, and stood up and carried the huge rock behind him.

Grandma, I am so lucky that I have been genetically modified, otherwise I would have become a monkey. I will be pressed down at the foot of the mountain for five hundred years. Long Xingyi struggled to carry the stone, thinking to himself. He carried the huge stone firmly behind his back and turned around and asked, "600 circles, what a big circle?"

The old man pointed to the edge of the oasis and said, "If you are not wearing armor, don't run too far. Just circle the edge of the oasis and run around where you can see the light!"

"Thank you, Lord!" Long Xingyi said angrily, then walked to the edge of the oasis with a heavy stone on his back and ran cumbersomely.

In order to enhance his agility, when Vallasa designed the pride of the times as light as possible when designing armor for him, he designed the pride of the times as possible so that he could flexibly dodge in subsequent battles. Now, the newly worshipped master was just the opposite, allowing him to run on a small hill. As Long Xingyi ran, he suddenly remembered Lee Zongsheng's "Hills", and he ran and started singing.

"I crossed the hill and found that no one was waiting..." The loud singing echoed above the oasis, which reminded him of his career of marching while singing military songs during military training.

"Oh, I still have the strength to sing. Otherwise... I will add 200 more laps to you?" the old man asked gloatingly while sitting on a rock.

"No, no! I won't sing!" Long Xingyi was so scared that he quickly closed his mouth.

The old man thought about it and said, "Don't, continue singing! If you can continue singing, you have to adjust your breathing reasonably. Keep singing, don't stop! After singing 600 laps, this song is pretty good, just keep singing this song."

Sister, do you think I'm a jukebox? Have you invested coins? Long Xingyi thought about it, eating the bitter fruit he had made, singing over and over again. As he ran, he felt a little breathless, and the songs he sang intermittently, becoming more and more laborious.

"Sing well! Such a nice song makes you sing it so well." The old man crossed his legs, lay on the original stone, shouted to Long Xingyi.

"Teaching towards love, fate, overestimating one's ability to fight back until death..." Long Xingyi raised his voice again and sang, feeling that he was singing like a ghost crying and howling.

"This song is good, this song." The old man asked excitedly: "Who sang this song?"

"Li Zongsheng, write lyrics and compose yourself." Long Xingyi said listlessly while running.

"What's the name?" the old man asked loudly. Long Xingyi sighed and repeated helplessly: "Li Zongsheng!"

"Well..." the old man snorted with satisfaction, "No, good, this person is good. He heard that he is a person who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world! Why did he stop? Don't stop, continue singing!"

Long Xingyi rolled his eyes, "As soon as you interrupted, I forgot how many laps I ran."

"I feel restless!" said the old man lying on the stone comfortably, "If you can't remember, just start running from scratch!"

"No, no! I remembered it!" Long Xingyi quickly begged for mercy when he heard this.

"386 laps, half the distance!" The old man reminded him. After saying that, he narrowed his eyes again and hummed faintly: "Across the hill..."

After finally running the 600 laps required by the master, Long Xingyi felt that he had lost half his life. He returned to the land of the oasis and threw down the stones on his back heavily. His body seemed to have just taken a shower, soaked in sweat.

"Hey! Did I let you go?" The old man looked back at Long Xingyi and shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Ah?" Long Xingyi was stunned for a moment, and helplessly wanted to carry the stone again.

The old man quickly stopped him and said, "Okay, okay, I'm having fun! Let's let it go, come here!"

"You are really an old naughty boy." Long Xingyi smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat between his eyebrows and said.

The old man sat on a big rock by the lake, freed up a place, sat cross-legged on one side of the stone, and asked Long Xingyi to sit on the other side, "Come on, come on, fish with me."

"Fishing? Are there any fish in this lake?" Long Xingyi's eyes instantly emitted hungry light.

"No matter whether there are fish or not, just sit here quietly with me, concentrate on one thing and don't think about anything." The old man said, gradually narrowing his eyes, as if he had entered the realm of transformation.

"Oh, you want me to meditate with you." Long Xingyi said suddenly.

"Meditation? It seems to be called this word..." the old man said.

Long Xingyi began to explain to the old man: "This is called meditation. In yoga, there is the most basic kind of practice. It is to empty yourself and control your own thoughts, so as to better control your own body."

"This 'yoga' is good, and you earthlings have really developed a lot of good things. You should learn Lee Zongsheng and this 'yoga' just now." The old man said with a slight squint.

"Yoga, that's something women practice. My body is not that soft and I can't practice it." Long Xingyi said evasively.

"Only if you think about it or not, can you?" the old man said in a word, and then said softly: "Okay, let you not think about anything, and I have said so much again."

After listening to the master's teachings, Long Xingyi stopped talking and sat with the old man for a long time. After a while, the old man seemed to stand up with satisfaction.

"If you are hungry, go eat something, and then practice swords by yourself! Remember, put your mind on your own sword and treat it as a part of your body. Don't look around and think a lot." The old man said, jumping off the stone, breaking off a military biscuit from his worn bag and throwing it to Long Xingyi.

Long Xingyi ate, drew some water from the lake, took a few sips, wiped his body, and went to practice swords. He found that after meditation, his attention had indeed improved a lot, and the sword techniques he had learned before were more free to use.

After practicing for a long time, Long Xingyi felt that it was almost done, so he went to his master again and asked if the practice of this day could be over.

"Well, have you finished practicing?" The master, who was practicing a strange set of boxing, slowly closed his posture, making Long Xingyi feel that his boxing technique was very similar to the Tai Chi of the Earth.

The master brought Long Xingyi back to the edge of the lake again, "There are a few loaches in this lake. I have never been willing to eat them for so long. Now that you are here, I will grab them and stew them in a pot of soup and reward you! Go and grab them."

Catching loaches? Long Xingyi was stunned for a moment, so he had to roll up his trousers and go down the lake to fish. There were actually a few loaches in the clear lake water. It seemed that the master didn't lie to me this time, and he really had meat to eat! Long Xingyi was overjoyed when he saw this and hurried forward to catch them. But after fishing them a few times, it was in vain. The loach could always cleverly avoid Long Xingyi's fingers, or slip away from Long Xingyi's fingers with his smooth body. Long Xingyi caught a long time, but he didn't catch a loach, but was ate a lot of the dirt and dead skin between his toes by those loaches.

After a long time of hard work, he still found nothing. Long Xingyi returned to the shore dejectedly and reported to his master: "Master, it seems that this loach cannot be eaten."

The master looked up at the dark sky, smiled kindly and said, "It's okay, today won't work, isn't there any tomorrow! Go to bed!"

Hearing this sentence, Long Xingyi felt as if the emperor had forgiven the world. Without saying a word, he collapsed on the land he had lying before. The old man had already laid a blanket for him there, for fear that he would get wet.
Chapter completed!