The next day was a day without classes. He Lan was still the first person to get up in the dormitory. After getting out of bed, he slowly walked to the window and looked up to see Qian Zhixing's parrot and son on the ceiling.

"Son early." He swallowed his mouthwash and said to his son in a while, and his son slowly moved. Its yellow wings had two or three grassy colors like embellishments. This combination made it look fresh and refined from nature, which was pleasing to the eye.

He Lan raised his head and said that he spit out mouthwash, watching the parrot slowly open his eyes in his naked eyes. He smiled and put down his cup, changed into the uniform of the Ling Academy, walked out of the dormitory, and closed the door gently.

Today is a sunny and sunny day. The sky is clear and cloudless, the air is fresh and natural, and you can hear the cries of birds from time to time, and everything seems peaceful and peaceful.

He Lan originally planned to practice hard today. After all, the death order from the mentor Han Yan last night. He felt that if he stopped using some skills, he might not meet the requirements and would definitely be killed by Han Yan in the future.

"I'm only twenty-four now..." He Lan looked at his hands while walking, and was about to mutter that he was only twenty-four silks now, when he saw a sloppy middle-aged man drinking wine under the big tree outside the dormitory that looked like a landmark.

It was Han Yan who forced him to drag him away last night and asked He Lan to win the championship. Unless the eighth class students would not know that this was a tutor. Even after seeing him here, they did not say hello to him. Most of their impression of this tutor Han Yan was still afraid and afraid.

He Lan had a premonition that instructor Han Yan was coming to find him. Sure enough, when Han Yan saw He Lan at the gate of the dormitory building, he held the wine pot and stood up and took a swaying step. The smell of alcohol quickly lingered in He Lan.

Instructor Han Yan didn't explain much at all. He Lan was mentioned in front of everyone and disappeared in front of everyone, without any time for someone to react.

He Lan did not expect that instructor Han Yan would take people away directly, and it was so relaxed that he began to suspect that his weight had become lighter.

In an instant, his scene changed drastically. He found that he came to the door of the small house he talked about last night. The small wooden houses in the day were much clearer than at night. The woods surrounding the wooden houses made people feel a sense of comfort in the world, and the restless heart couldn't help but calm down.

"Teacher Han...you are..." He Lan had no idea why Han Yan wanted to bring him here. He was about to ask Han Yan.

"Cut down this tree and use your all your strength." Han Yan sat calmly on a stump, spread his thighs and then raised his head to drink.

He Lan nodded hesitantly, took out the Yunge Sword and held it in his hand, thinking that since Master Han Yan saw his sword in the realm war, there was no need for him to hide his sword.

So he used the Fenglin Sword Technique, and in an instant, five sword shadows surrounded him, and each sword shadow contained the breath of enlightenment. He Lan slashed down with a very fast sword, and a sword light could be seen in the naked eye. The big tree fell to the ground in an instant, making a huge sound.

He Lan's spiritual craftsman who used five sword shadows to get dry, and sat down to take a big breath. The Yunge Sword was also placed aside by him, which was one of the signs.

Although Han Yan had been drinking, he was also concerned about He Lan's behavior. He then drank it all in one gulp and said in a decadent tone.

"Boy, your kendo small success is supported by something else. Although you have had such signs before, you alone do not achieve the small success so quickly." Han Yan saw through He Lan's kendo small success at first sight, but was achieved through other assistance.

He Lan sat on the ground and looked at Han Yan in amazement, wondering whether he wanted to tell him the story of inheritance, but Han Yan's next sentence made him dispel this idea.

"So you kid is now stepping into the sword path, but you haven't gained a foothold yet." He Lan saw a wooden stick appearing in Han Yan's hand, and a big tree slanted horizontally behind him. The sword energy and sword power that soared into the sky made He Lan frightened, and at the same time, a lot of awe arise.

This is the real sword! At this moment, he was full of thoughts of learning, and his always calm face finally relaxed, and expectations and desires filled his face.

"Do you want to learn?"

"think!"

"Then her mother threw your sword away! What kind of sword do you want! Go there and pick up wooden sticks!"

"Okay!" Most people may get angry when they hear Han Yan say that they lose their swords. Who can teach swordsmanship without using swords?

But this is He Lan. He chose to compromise in front of mentor Han Yan, and he quickly picked up a wooden stick. But when he was scolded, he felt like he had eaten honey.

Idiot! Have a master who is better than yourself to teach you sword skills for free! What is the sacrifice? It’s too late to be happy!

Once he reaches the small achievement of swordsmanship, even if the sword is not in his hand, everything can be a sword. He Lan holds the wooden stick in his hand and feels that he has returned to the Bluestone Gate in an instant, and he is also practicing swords under the guidance of Senior Sister Ling Jing.

At that time, he was a rookie who started complaining after practicing sword for two hours. He followed the words of his senior sister, the senior practitioner.

Now that he is a small swordsman, his sword skills are shocked, and the three parties cannot step into the sword marks. This makes him sigh that time has passed. They have been here for three years.

"Boy! Why are you stupid? Do you want to enter the treasure pavilion?" A roar of Hedong lion interrupted his memory. Even though mentor Han Yan was still sitting on the tree stump, he waved his hand and pointed at He Lan, who seemed dazed and stupid in his eyes.

Han Yan's sword energy seems ordinary, but in fact it has hidden mystery. He perfectly restrained his sword power, and when the opportunity comes, he will burst out with a chilling sword intent. This feeling of coldness was in the fifth city last time, when Li Xiuya deceived him to follow them all the way.

He Lan was awakened by this cold sword intent, and was able to avoid it with absolute judgment. He was incredible and fearful instructor Han Yan, who had never imagined that he would use this terrifying sword energy to whip himself.

He himself was still very angry and wanted to scold He Lan, hoping to curse his ancestors for 18 generations. Those who don’t understand thought they were a drunk man talking nonsense, but only He Lan knew that he was sober.

"Then you are like this again! Believe it or not, I will go down and knock you to death with a stick!"

At this moment, He Lan really hoped that he would come down and hit him. If the cold sword intent just now, he would probably lie in the medical department immediately. The latter is much more terrifying than the former. It is not a joke.

Without waiting for Han Yan's swearing, he held the wooden stick and waved it towards the big tree. He found that he could not cut down the big tree every time, and only two or three out of ten times would the sword energy burst out.

He Lan began to understand why Han Yan said that even if he was a small swordsman, he had never gained a foothold. If he had just come on stage like this, he was preparing to use the small swordsman but did not emit the swordsman's intent, he would be done.

Han Yan's scolding also subsided with He Lan's practice. He also noticed that He Lan finally discovered the problem he had. After a snorting, he mumbled and then raised his head to drink. He unconsciously put his left foot on his right foot and raised his legs.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!