It had been three days since the battle that day. Yesterday I heard that Jian Shiliu had taken the Hunyuan Good Fortune Golden Pill. Today Ning Yi came to visit his old friend to see how he was recovering.
The Jianzong disciples led him through the door, and there was a wide square behind the door.
More than a hundred disciples, wearing green robes and holding long swords, are practicing sword practice following the instructions.
They are all young, with childish looks on their faces, but their eyes are extremely serious and focused.
Ning Yi stood aside and watched for a while. The instructor taught them all the most common sword moves. Some people practiced them with subtle charm and agility, while others practiced them with rigidity and no aura.
"Qingyun Sword Sect recruits not many formal disciples every year. The outer disciples in the dojo must practice swordsmanship for three years and pass the assessment before they can enter the sect."
The leading disciple noticed that Ning Yi was interested and introduced him to the side.
Ning Yi nodded and didn't say much.
The Sword Sect Dojo is not only for selecting apprentices, but also a livelihood. The annual tuition fee for practicing swordsmanship here is not low, and it is also a huge income.
Before Emperor Gaozu founded the country, the clan dominated the world.
The sect was not engaged in production and relied entirely on the people's support. After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the sect lost this income and could only join the world to earn money to supplement its livelihood.
After all, if you don't become a true immortal, you will be a mortal body.
Eating, drinking and having diarrhea are indispensable, the difference is just more and less.
In the backyard, Ning Yi saw Jian Shiliu.
Dressed in white clothes, with long snow-white hair, and holding an iron sword in his hand, he was practicing basic moves in a precise manner.
Judging from his posture, he is not as good as the uninitiated disciples in the square.
When drawing the sword, my waist trembles and my hands tremble, and the sword takes a curved path.
Ning Yi stood at the door of the small courtyard, feeling a little sad and a little angry in his heart.
"Didn't I take the golden elixir of creation? How could it still be like this?"
"Brother Ning is here."
Jian Shiliu stood on the ground with his sword, panting. The serious face in the past now showed a free and clean smile, "Without that golden elixir, I'm afraid I won't survive for half a year. Although I have no cultivation now, my body is weak.
A little bit, but you can always die in peace."
"so serious?"
Ning Yi frowned slightly, even the golden elixir of creation could only make Jian Liu live like a normal ordinary person.
"That sword technique is a forbidden technique that I found in the ancient books of the Sword Sect. With the help of the strength of all people, I have to bear the weight of all people. My realm is still far from reaching it. I am lucky to be able to survive."
The look in Jian Shiliu's eyes was dull and open-minded. He comforted Ning Yi and said, "Don't feel sorry for me. I have always been obsessed with swords. I used to want to practice advanced sword skills, but now I have no strength.
, I was practicing basic sword moves, but I found that there was a lot of fun in it."
"Brother Sixteen has an open mind, I admire him."
Ning Yi saw that he didn't seem to be cheating, and the sadness and anger in his heart calmed down a bit.
In this life, even true immortals have their end.
If you can find something you truly love and enjoy it, even if it only takes a hundred years, it will not be a waste of time.
It's just a pity.
Ning Yi sighed inwardly and suddenly thought of the 'fetal breath method'.
This method, which was born out of Tiangang's magical power, has the ability to conquer the world's creation. True Monarch Dayan can cultivate immortality and may be able to save Jian Shiliu.
However, this Tiangang technique has too many implications.
He rashly taught it to Jianliu, causing him to have a causal relationship with the real immortal who secretly sent the magic. It is hard to say whether this is good or bad. However, it is always right for ants to stay away from elephants.
Apart from this, Fan Ningyi does not want to be exposed yet.
At the very least, it cannot be exposed before fighting Huangtu.
Just wait a little longer!
The two chatted together for half a day, and Ning Yi stood up to leave.
For the next four or five days, Ning Yi practiced in the obstetrics hospital.
The two techniques of 'Xuanyang Thunder Escape' and Lingxi Yijian were finally completed.
Practicing the 'Fetal Breathing Method' every day, Ning Yi's physical strength is increasing every day.
In the past two days, Ning Yi gradually felt that the physical body was not only getting stronger, but also seemed to have other mysteries. He had some speculation in his mind, maybe it was related to the immortal body.
It’s just that I don’t have a deep understanding of ‘fetal transformation into shape’, so I still can’t fully understand it.
After all, this 'method of fetal breath' is just a starting point for cultivating the immortal body.
Time flies so fast, half a month has passed in the blink of an eye since the challenge on the Sixteenth Sword Day.
Huangtu was unable to retreat, and the city of Chang'an became much quieter.
There were more and more rumors about the outcome of the peace talks. Everyone was angry when they first heard about it, but later they gradually accepted it. A nationwide war was over. Everyone in Chang'an City, from the dignitaries to the common people, seemed to be relieved, and even felt sad in their hearts.
Somewhat lucky.
The heavy shadow weighing on my heart seemed to disappear. Although I knew it was temporary, I chose to ignore it intentionally or unintentionally.
Bustling, singing and dancing!
In brothels and restaurants, the lights are kept on every night.
On the Li River, there are rows of painted boats, which illuminate the surface of the river so transparently that the boats sailing on it look like they are speeding through the clouds.
In just half a month, the people in Chang'an City seemed to have forgotten about Jian Shiliu.
Maybe I haven’t forgotten, but I just don’t want to think too much about it.
Because every time I think about it, I will think of the shame caused by the massacre, and I can no longer dream of such false dreams.
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On this day, I got up early and a hungover Chang'an resident passed by the Guest House.
A brand new arena suddenly appeared in the renovated square.
A falling stone stirs up a lake of spring water.
Huang Tu comes out of the border and the challenge continues!
The noisy mornings in the past suddenly became much quieter, and even the sun couldn't hide.
After breakfast, a drizzle of rain enveloped Chang'an City.
In the afternoon, news came from the court meeting.
The wolf clan overturned the terms of the peace talks that were about to be reached, and was willing to reduce half of the spirit stones as long as one person married Huang Tu.
It was already night when Ning Yi got the news.
Sang Zi held Ning Yi's arm and nestled in his arms, her brows furrowed. The calm and strong girl in the past was now a bit more fragile.
"Ninglang, don't worry."
Sang Zi's voice was soft, "Master said that he will ask the dean to come forward. Even today, he will not refute the dean's face."
"Um."
Ning Yi hugged Sang Zi's arm tightly and said: "The purpose of the wolf clan is no wonder the way of the true immortals. If something cannot be done, just spread it throughout the world."
Sang Zi raised his head, looked at Ning Yi blankly, wrinkled his nose slightly, and said softly: "No!"
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At Yaowang Valley Trading Company, Li Ji smashed everything in the secret room.
After a while, he burst into laughter, and said to himself while laughing: "A small foundation-building monk has ruined my century-old plan, and taking control of Yaowang Valley has become a lie. An old dog has ruined my success again."
Immortal opportunity, God, are you deliberately going against me, or is there someone secretly plotting against me?"
In the guest house, Huang Tu woke up from his practice.
After half a month of seclusion, his injuries have recovered, and his strength has improved further. Through hundreds of battles, his true energy has been condensed like iron, and he can enter the foundation-building realm at any time.
"Come in."
A follower bowed and entered, handing over a letter of challenge.
Huang Tu raised his brows and chuckled. He was a little surprised. He opened it and said with a smile: "There are still people in Chang'an who are not afraid of death."