A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Muyu lay comfortably on the bed, and the accommodation provided by Qingsong School to the guests was spacious and bright.

Chengyan made a pot of tea, poured it for Master, and then poured himself a cup. He looked up and asked, "Do you want Muyu to taste the tea of ​​Qingsong School?"

"Something so bad is still not needed."

Muyu laughed a little, he didn't understand what tea was good for. The tea was like mouthwash in his mouth. He grunted twice before he fell down. Besides the bitter taste, the soup made by Uncle An was better. He couldn’t think of why he should drink tea.

"Tea tasting can make people meditate. The way of tea has a long history, and it means to suffer bitterly. Tea tasting is not in its taste, but in its heart. Mature teenagers seem to talk about tea too early.

Mu Yu touched her head: "It's too esoteric, it's not very suitable for me."

Confessed that he shook his head helplessly and sat down in front of Master. Muyu remembered the competition tomorrow. No one from the Chenchen School came to participate in the competition every year, but he thought that since he had come, he was a little curious and asked, "Master, can I participate in the competition tomorrow?"

"Want to go if you want to go, anyway, long-term knowledge is also fine." Feng Haochen nodded.

"Awesome, Master, how do they compare? Wendou? Wudou? Wenwu Complete Fight?" Mu Yu rubbed his hands and usually stayed with Master for a long time. He felt like a very literary teenager, full of life I love it, and occasionally I can sing one or two poems "The setting sun is infinitely good, smelling birds everywhere".

"Tell you to tell him!"

The promise should be heard, and then said: "It's okay if you want to participate. The rules are very simple. Twenty schools, each of which will send one person to learn from the other nineteen schools and do a round-robin competition. One school Seven people are allowed to participate, and one of these seven people is selected in each competition, which means that the seven people must play a total of 19 games, ranking according to the number of wins. If the two schools win the same number of games, the two schools I will try again."

"Brother, will you come with me? We can set up a'Shengmu Yanyu' combination, maybe the first one is ours." Muyu asked earnestly.

The accused laughed dumbly, and then shook his head: "For the sake of fairness, the participants are all young disciples, no more than 25 years old, and the cultivation base is limited to the foundation period. Although now I hide the cultivation base, they don’t realize that But as long as I take action, I can’t hide the other Jindan elders. If you want to participate, you have to play 19 games with 19 martial arts. There are seven people in the other martial arts who can rotate, and you can only stop. "

Mu Yu's smile froze, and later he said dejectedly: "It's time to call Ling'er and Xiangnan also."

"It doesn't need you to win anyway, you can pick a few martial arts to fight, other abstentions will do." Cheng Yan said indifferently.

"What are the practices of the 25-year-old disciples of other schools?" Mu Yu thought that he could pick a few cartilage to fight, so that he could save more effort.

Cheng Yan thought for a while and said: "Generally speaking, there are no talents like Qingsong who have two or three at the age of 25 to reach the foundation of the ninth heaven. There is no doubt that the first few schools have foundations. The disciples of Jiu Chong Tian are relatively weaker in the latter few. They are cultivated for the 5th and 6th Chong Tian, ​​even those who have just entered the foundation period, and it is not impossible to practice the Qi period. Like the Qiantian School, one of the four It’s the practice of Qiqiu."

"Brother, are you coming today at the age of twenty?" Mu Yu suddenly stared at the promise.

The promise shrugged noncommittally. Mu Yu rolled his eyes and didn't feel anything in the martial arts before. Even if the older brother reached the Jindan period before he was twenty, it seemed a matter of course, but this matter was too abnormal in the realm. The 20-year-old Jin Dan In the future, where will someone believe? He thought again that he was only 17 years old to the south, he had already built Jiuzhongtian, and Linger was 16 years old, and he was also built Jiuzhongtian.

"Brother, are you going to catch up with Uncle?" Mu Yu asked curiously. It is said that his cultivation behavior has never been mentioned, and the real cultivation practices of Uncle An and Master are not known to him, only that all three of them are in Jindan period.

Cheng Yan smiled: "You are going to cheer up, Xiang Nan and Ling'er are about to break through to the Jindan period, and you will be sent by then."

"Why do you want me to be alone? Do the six of us have to summon the Dragon after reaching the Golden Pill Period? That's not the only one left."

Muyu remembered the story of the Seven Swords Calling the God Dragon and the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea told to him by the village head when he was a child. He is now only building the foundation of the Four Heavens, which may only be more powerful than the two troublemakers. Then he thought that if the mysterious second brother was added, it would be exactly seven.

"If you meet the Qiantian School, just abstain. The Taoist man in Boyang is a good person. He helped me once a few years ago. We don't care about winning or losing, others care." Feng Haochen said.

Muyu nodded, and had no comments on it. The qualifications of Qiantian's disciples are not as good as those of other schools. Every year the disciples are not as good as they want. If they win them, they will only worsen them. They brought only four people this time, and one of them was still in the practice period. This lineup is not optimistic. Since Master has said so, there is nothing to worry about.

To compare with other people in the foundation period, he has only encountered a few so far. But three months ago, when he was still on the third day of the foundation, he almost killed Li Yuan of the foundation of Jiujie in a strange state. He had been curious why he would get out of control. He did not tell anyone about this. Including Master, he doesn't like that state, and he doesn't want to enter that state anymore.

It was still early days, and at least he had to stroll around this prideful school. Muyu ran out happily after obtaining Master's permission. In front of the courtyard is a small forest, and it seems to be the place where Qingsong sent disciples to live. Muyu did not want to go there. He turned around and remembered that there was a chic red pagoda when he came back. I don’t know what it was for. .

The tower is ancient and elegant, exuding a simple atmosphere, so that people can not help but solemn, there is a plaque on the tower, engraved with the three "Golden Books" inlaid with gold. Mu Yu didn't know what the book storage pavilion meant. This school still couldn't read books? When he wanted to go forward, he was stopped by two disciples of the Qingsong faction.

"This is the Qingsong faction's forbidden area. Outsiders are not allowed to enter." Qingsong sentiment said with arrogance. He felt Muyu's practice during his practice period. He was disdainful and obviously looked down on Muyu. In fact, the disciples of the Qingsong School have a sense of superiority in other schools, which is inevitable.

Mu Yu curled his lips, walked back, and muttered while walking: "What is the book to hide, do you have a small yellow book? The village grandfather said that such a book is harmful to mental health!"

Mu Yu didn’t know that this collection of books was the site of Qingsong school’s cultivation practice. Only Qingsong school disciples could read it. In fact, every sect had more or less similar places. Perhaps, except for the shabby dust school, he didn’t Knowing the meaning of the Book Shelter is also justifiable.

Muyu kicked the stone while thinking about where else to go and suddenly saw a young man sitting on a stone chair under the tree, holding a cloth in his hand and gently wiping the iron sword in his hand.

This man Muyu naturally knew that Muyu was a little bit curious about him, the disciple of the Qiantian School, the guy who carried the magic weapon on his body without putting it in the bag of Qiankun. He looked very indifferent. Just now, the Taoist from Beyang told his disciples to follow the promise when he went out. Everyone answered, but he was indifferent.

"Hello, my name is Muyu." Muyu sat opposite him, looking at the sword in his hand across a stone table. It was just an ordinary iron sword, black, wide back, and looked very heavy.

"Gan Tianpai, Lonely Sky." The young man looked up at Muyu, recognized Muyu, and did not show any emotion, just replied faintly.

The indifferent character reminded Mu Yu of Uncle An's paralyzed face. I wonder if this young man was also paralyzed. Mu Yu continued to ask: "Why don't you hold this magic weapon on your back?"

"It is not a magic weapon, just an ordinary sword." Gu Yitian still wiped his sword.

Mu Yu blinked his eyes. Whether the flying sword or other magic weapons were made of precious materials, where would the ordinary iron sword be seen by the training person?

"Then how did you fly?" Mu Yu couldn't help asking.

Gu Yitian didn't answer Mu Yu directly, but suddenly asked: "Which one is named Cheng Yan, will he come to participate in the competition tomorrow?"

Mu Yu froze for a moment, why did he suddenly pull on his brother?

"Why? Do you want to find him to practice?" Mu Yu said with a small smile, where the young man of the promise can be compared.

"I just think he is strong, and I want to challenge him." Gu Yitian slowly wrapped the sword with cloth.

Mu Yu spread his hands: "I'm afraid you can't do what you want. Our door party doesn't matter, so he doesn't plan to participate, but I will participate. Maybe we can learn from each other."

Gu Yitian looked at Mu Yu: "My goal is not you, but those talented disciples, we are all gray disciples, there is nothing to learn from."

At the end, the disciples at the bottom of the school were not well qualified. The Taoist Bo Yang was not enough when he recruited disciples that year, so he also picked up his gray disciples. Not bad.

Mu Yu was surprised: "Are you also a grey disciple? You have been chosen to go too far, how could I not be seen? I didn't look ugly!"

After talking about this, he found himself a little regretful. If no one could see him, where would he meet Master? He has always been grateful to his master. He sighed in a hurry and cut off the thought he had just made.

Lonely Sky is puzzled: "Why are you nobody here?"

"Just kidding, I think you're a good person. Are you really a grey disciple?" Mu Yu asked. It is difficult for a grey disciple to cultivate ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ otherwise the deacon will not be used as a servant of other disciples throughout his life.

Gu Yitian said lightly: "Talent does not mean anything. Have you heard of physical training?"

Mu Yu's eyes widened. Master once told him that some people in the cultivation field would choose physical training because of poor qualifications. Physical training is a very painful process, because they want to allow their bodies to constantly push the limits and regenerate in the pain. Those who do not have strong perseverance can't try it. They are very cruel to themselves, and they will be scarred every time they practice. They are not like normal self-cultivators, they can use spiritual power to fight with people. They all rely on a strong physical body. When the physical body is cultivated to an incredible degree, their body will undergo a qualitative leap, and their strength will not lose to other comprehension. By. Relying on a strong physique, the power they create can be impressive.

Many people in the cultivation field will try to follow the path of physical training, but many people have given up. The process of life that is as good as death makes it difficult to persevere, and those who can persevere may not be successful. This road is too difficult.

"Are you physical training?" Mu Yu asked.

Gu Yitian put the sword on the stone table, and the stone table suddenly tilted. He gently held his hand and stabilized the stone table: "This sword weighs five hundred pounds. I naturally have to carry it on my body. I have insufficient spiritual power. There is no universe in the sleeve."

Mu Yu opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say. He was very admired by those who practiced physical training, but physical training was difficult to succeed. They wanted to practice the path, and they had to use this path because of their inherent conditions. This lonely sky must be a strong-willed person, otherwise it will not choose physical training.

"I'm curious about your brother. He is not much older than me. The cultivation base looks very unusual. I have to ask him about it when I have a chance."

Gu Yitian picked up the sword, then stood up and turned away.

Mu Yu was looking forward to tomorrow's competition. He wanted to see for himself the strength of physical training.