Chapter two hundred and thirty fourth: wind and rain
(Unfortunately, I went to get a diaphragm injection yesterday, and my hands were like pig’s trotters. There are photos on Weibo...)
The thirty-six-person "Starry Stars Sword Formation" seems to have reached a state of the most reasonable combination in terms of quantity, and the tacit understanding in terms of positioning, sword drawing, or changing moves is highly integrated.
Thirty-six people, seventy-two hands, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, just like one person.
This is a standard that the sword formation must meet in form.
Comprehensive strength cannot ignore the time limit, but at least it must be achieved in form.
Whoosh whoosh!
In an open space on the mountain behind the peak, the sword formation was unfolded, and the horse lanterns were held. Although they were still holding bamboo swords, which had no edge at all, the momentum inspired by them was rising faintly, just like a hidden dragon in the abyss, once it took off,
Something must be done.
Liang Qiufeng watched from the sidelines and nodded repeatedly. He felt that the painstaking training during this period had finally achieved the desired results. Just like carving and polishing, the redundant parts were removed little by little, and what was left in the end was the essence.
When the sword formation is truly completed, it will definitely become a major weapon of the Zhongnan Sword Sect.
On the other side, a figure floated by, but it was Master Lu leading Yaoyao. When the two of them passed by, Master Lu stopped curiously and looked at the young men evolving their sword formations.
Liang Qiufeng originally wanted to strike up a conversation and ask for his opinion, but Master Lu quickly left with Yaoyao, so he had no choice but to give up.
After letting the young men continue to practice, Liang Qiufeng returned to his residence and began to practice - as the master of a sect, he was actually not busy. He was always tired of the tedious work, so he only made decisions on big things and left small things to Zhang Jiangshan and the others.
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When the current Zhongnan Jianmen was established, there were a lot of affairs, but they were basically business chores, and Liang Qiufeng rarely interfered.
Regarding this point, Zuo Ming and others also understand. They do not want Liang Qiufeng to be distracted too much. As the backbone and a person with outstanding martial arts talent, the most important thing to do is to seize the time to practice and improve his cultivation.
Going up there is the best choice for yourself and the sect.
Time flies, and it’s fifteen in a blink of an eye. Counting the days, it has been a while since Zhongnan Jianmen was listed. The Nanling area has been peaceful and extremely stable.
Zuo Ming and others, who were initially wary and alert to prevent the thirteen lower-level sects from joining forces and coming to investigate, gradually began to feel relieved.
Before this, Zhongnan Jianmen also sent out many spies - they were called spies, but strictly speaking, they couldn't be called them. It would be more appropriate to call them eyes and ears.
They sent out their eyes and ears to gather information, but for many days, there was no movement or news. It was calm and nothing happened.
It seems that the thirteen sects have accepted the establishment of Jianmen and feel that the deal is already done and further actions will be of no use.
That's good, we'll be fine.
For Zhongnan Jianmen, time means everything. As long as there is sufficient time, Jianmen can truly grow up and have strength and confidence, and there is no need to worry anymore.
On the 15th, it was a cloudy day. After the rumbling thunder, the dark clouds closed and light rain fell.
Spring rain, spring rain is as precious as oil.
Seeing it raining, many farmers responsible for planting couldn't help but smile and talk happily.
With this rain, thousands of acres of spiritual fields will be moistened by rainwater, and the spiritual rice planted will definitely grow better.
"I was worried about the drought, so it rained. God is willing, and the weather will definitely be good this year."
Wu Shan wore a bamboo hat and looked at the rain with a smile.
"God helps us."
Zhang Jiangshan also smiled brightly: "The right time, the right place, the right people, and the three things are all there. Our Jianmen Sect is prosperous and prosperous this year, and I believe we will soon be promoted to a mid-level sect."
Jiang Biaoquan said: "If it can be done within three years, that would be great, but it is quite unrealistic."
Zhang Jiangshan sighed: "Actually, as long as Master Lu is willing to officially join Jianmen, that will be it."
In the Shenzhou Continent, the requirements for measuring the conditions of middle-level sects are much higher than those of lower-level sects. Especially in terms of strength, the hard requirements are very strict. For example, the current Sword Sect and the low-end warriors of Guangqi Dao only have three taels.
It is absolutely impossible for a sect to be upgraded to a medium sect.
However, as long as Master Lu joins, with his reputation and prestige, he can attract many experts to come.
In that case, the meaning is very different.
However, Master Lu said that although he held the title of "Supreme Elder" and although he helped Jianmen, he would never agree with Jianmen using his name to publicize it everywhere.
As a result, not many people know that Master Lu devoted himself to the peak.
Wu Shan said: "People are self-sufficient. It is a good thing that we are here today. Let's go to the fields." Together with Jiang Biao, they all stepped into the rain and went to work.
Zhang Jiangshan didn't move. He was mainly engaged in business. Planting was another matter.
The rain was endless as soon as it started, and at dusk, the sky became dark early. Occasionally, there was roaring thunder in the sky.
Looking down from a high altitude, the huge Nanling Mountains are rolling hills. After being washed by the rain, they become more green and pleasant, like pieces of emerald.
A fourth-level demon tiger with colorful fur is quietly lurking in the mountain col, waiting for prey to be delivered to its door.
Not long after, it heard subtle footsteps, which sounded like humans passing by.
Thinking of humans, the demon tiger immediately thought of delicious meat, and couldn't help but stick out its thick tongue and lick its mouth.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, the two-foot-long demonic tiger finally couldn't hold it any longer and jumped out, finding the direction the person was coming from based on what he heard.
This pounce is its instinctive trump card. It can accurately catch the target it wants to hunt without even looking at the target.
Its current target is two people.
The two were walking side by side, wearing hats and raincoats. They could not see their faces and looked mysterious.
Facing the demonic tiger that was coming with its teeth and claws, the man walking on the left snorted coldly: "Seeking death!"
Whoosh!
The weapon on his waist was unsheathed, but it was a long sword like rippling spring water.
Wherever the blade passes, flesh and blood are separated.
The demon tiger was frightened and was cut in half with a knife, and was chopped open from the waist. It was not dead, and the head part could still be pulled with its two front paws, trying to escape.
Escape is purely instinctive.
Because just a moment ago, the powerful aura erupted from the target who was the prey was enough to make it tremble and run away.
swish swish...
Subtle footsteps came from all directions, and before long, figures wearing bamboo hats and raincoats kept appearing, converging like water in this small mountain col.
In the end, there were more than thirty people, all different in height, short, fat, and thin. The biggest similarity was that everyone had their faces covered and couldn't see their appearance.
What is exposed inside the coir raincoat is all black.
With so many people gathered together, letting the wind and rain blow, without saying a word, the scene seemed extremely strange.
Bang!
The poor demon tiger was suddenly stepped on the head and turned into a blur of flesh and blood. He couldn't even cry out before he died tragically.
Then I heard the man say in a hoarse and low voice: "Everyone is here, let's go."
He turned around and walked ahead, followed by a longing figure with strong steps.
In the direction they were going, a dangerous mountain peak rose from the ground.
Feng. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)