"I'm sorry, I have class D in the evening, so I can't discuss it with you, and I don't understand it very well. I have to ask other people. Maybe you can take this opportunity to ask Senior Brother Ji?"
Tang Yue felt very strange, why did this person go to where she lived when they met her for the first time? Does she look stupid?
What's more, this woman's surname is Dongfang. Tang Yue is wary of people with the surname Dongfang, and it is even less likely that he will develop any friendship with her.
"You're right, I can ask Senior Brother Ji. This is a good opportunity." Dongfang Qing's eyes lit up, as if she really admired Senior Brother Ji.
Tang Yue shrugged. She had no idea what was going on, so she had to be careful. She walked out of Class B and walked towards the room where Class D was in class.
She didn't notice Dongfang Qing staring at her behind her, with a thoughtful look on her face.
Class D has many courses and the students are very busy, which is also a test for their concentration and willpower. Practice should start from a small place. If you can't withstand this pressure, let alone your future practice.
Considering the pressure of the course, Tang Yue and Shang Fanling chose swordsmanship that they were familiar with in the martial arts course. They had learned the basic moves in Kunwu City before, but now they can learn it more easily.
In the martial arts class, they also practiced in pairs, eliminating the embarrassment of talking to strangers.
The kendo course is held in an open-air martial arts arena. After the kendo master teaches the sword moves, he will leave a lot of time for the monks to practice on the spot. There are instructors who take turns watching and giving guidance on how to improve.
Suddenly, a young male cultivator walked up to the two of them and said to Tang Yue: "I heard that Kunwu's swordsmanship is exquisite. I want to ask you for advice. How about we compete with each other directly without using spiritual power?"
Tang Yue turned to look at this person. He had an ordinary face and was in the Foundation Establishment stage, but the sword in his hand was extraordinary. No wonder he suppressed his cultivation and simply competed with himself in sword moves. Otherwise, Tang Yue used his Nascent Soul cultivation to achieve a palmar
It flew away.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Zhao Hao, from Xuanjian City."
Tang Yue asked in surprise: "Why do the disciples of Xuanjian City come to Wuji Mountain to study instead of Xuanyuan Mountain?" He was able to get into Wuji Mountain because of his good strength. Entering Xuanyuan Mountain is not a problem.
The face of this male cultivator turned red. His family was rejected by Xuanyuan Mountain and was not allowed to enter Xuanyuan Mountain again. They could only rely on their friendship from a hundred years ago to secretly take care of him and arrange for him to enter Wuji Mountain.
This matter is a scar on their family, and no one can expose it. This woman actually asked about it, and it is indeed as hateful as she heard.
"I yearn for the academic atmosphere at Wuji Mountain. Wouldn't it be nice to come and take a Taoist course?"
The people next to him made fun of him, "Brother Zhao, you have failed the Taoism course. Stop saying that."
Zhao Hao turned around and said angrily: "Shut up!"
He turned around, picked up the sword in his hand, and said to Tang Yue: "Do you dare or not?"
Tang Yue asked again: "Is the lord of Xuanjian City still named Zhao?"
Everyone was quiet now. This matter is the secret pain of the Zhao family. Their family has indeed been the lord of Xuanjian City in history, and has passed it down from generation to generation. Six hundred years ago, due to some things, they lost their position as lord of the city, and were also killed by Xuanyuan.
As a punishment, he is not allowed to enter Xuanyuan Mountain again.
Since then, the power of the Zhao family has plummeted, and they can only survive in Xuanjian City. No one can mention this matter to the Zhao family, and anyone who mentions the Zhao family will fight to the death.
Zhao Hao's face turned red and purple: "I want to fight you to the death!"
Tang Yue raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
Another monk next to him grabbed Zhao Hao and whispered something to him, and he calmed down.
He added: "You insulted my family, and I have to avenge you. However, I am only a foundation-building monk, so I will definitely not be able to defeat you. If you have the guts, you can have a life-and-death contest with me on the martial arts stage where cultivation is suppressed."
Tang Yue scratched his head, "I didn't insult your family, I just asked." She hadn't had time to learn about the main families in Liuzhou Continent, but she met them at this time and just asked them. Why was he so excited?
"Stop quibbling, let's go to the stage over there." Before he came, he had already asked which stage was the one that could suppress cultivation.
Tang Yue shook his head, "I refuse. I have many things to do and I don't have time to compete with you. We will go to the library for another half hour of practice." The sword competition must have lasted more than half an hour, and she still wanted to find something.
I'm reading Taoist scriptures.
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment. The monks he had seen in the past would definitely come forward to fight if provoked like this. Is it because she was a woman?
"Brother Zhao, if you have nothing else to do, please leave. I will practice for a while and then leave. Also, I really don't mean to insult your family. I just heard about this incident by chance and just asked casually.
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The more she downplayed it, the more Zhao Hao felt that this woman was playing tricks on him, and his expression became more excited, "Then I will risk my life today to fight for the honor of my family."
After saying this, Zhao Hao pulled out his sword, a flash of blue light flashed, and the sharp sword energy emitted from the blade. Everyone onlookers felt it, it was indeed a good sword.
Zhao Hao used his lifelong skills and stabbed Tang Yue with a very fast attack. It can be seen that he has a good talent in swordsmanship and has practiced hard.
The onlookers thought his sword moves were beautiful, but it was a pity that the opponent was just a Nascent Soul monk.
Tang Yue directly shot out a chain, tied the person tightly, and then took him to the kendo master who had been pretending not to see him.
"Master, this person attacked a fellow practitioner for no reason in class. How should we deal with it?"
"It's just a friendly discussion, not an unprovoked attack. Besides, you are a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could he hurt you?" The master who is responsible for looking after his disciples hopes to be as friendly as possible. Someone has said hello to him about this matter today.
Gave some spiritual stones.
Tang Yue raised his eyebrows: "Master, are you discriminating against Yuanying monks? Yuanying can be attacked for no reason. If a hundred foundation-building monks attack me today, do I deserve it?"
The swordsman master said helplessly: "Where can there be a hundred monks?"
"Master, since you said that this kind of thing is a sparring match, does that mean that if I beat him to death, it is considered a normal thing in the sparring session? Then I will spar with him now."
Tang Yue raised his hand and was about to slap Zhao Hao on the head. Several people next to him looked anxious, "Fellow Taoist Tang, no."
The reason why Zhao Hao wants to have a sword duel with her on a competition platform that suppresses cultivation is that her cultivation is higher than those of them. Otherwise, there is no way to hurt her.
The monks in Class D are usually monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage and Golden Core Stage, and there are several monks who are Nascent Soul and above, and they will not be with them, so they came up with this strategy and asked Zhao Hao, who is good at swordsmanship, to come.
If he was killed now, the Zhao family would not let those instigators go.
The masters hurriedly stopped her, "Brother Tang, you can't do this. You can't hurt people's lives at will in Wuji Mountain."
"Then why can he hurt me at will? You just said that this is a sparring match, and life and death in a sparring match depends entirely on strength."
Just now, Tang Yue's coercion was concentrated on Zhao Hao's head. He really felt that he was going to die. He was so frightened that he lost control. A smell of urine filled the air. The monk's five senses were sensitive and he could smell it. He couldn't help but frown.
Tang Yue was amused. It turned out that the monk couldn't control his sphincter even under extreme fear.
The masters were helpless, knowing that Tang Yue must pursue this matter, otherwise she would not give up, and her grandfather was the person in power in Wuji Mountain. They were just the leaders of Ding Squad and could not afford to offend.
He had no choice but to say: "Zhao Hao attacked his fellow disciples for no reason, so he stayed behind closed doors for a month and was not allowed to come to the school."
This punishment sounds very light, but missing a month of classes is not easy to make up for. He will probably fail the year-end exam and will have to leave Wuji Mountain by then.
The people who encouraged Zhao Hao to do this showed regret. They ruined his future just for a few spiritual stones and a few attempts to get into the big family.
Zhao Hao was originally very academic-oriented, and he was just on the edge of a few subjects. He studied hard and had family connections to get in. If he didn't attend classes for a month, he would most likely fail the exam.
Tang Yue put away the chain, used a cleaning technique first, and then put the chain back. She didn't want to get any liquid on it.
After this happened, she didn't want to stay. It would be better to go to her grandfather's sword formation to practice. She said to Shang Fanling: "Senior sister, let's go first. I think the masters will forgive us."
The masters really didn't dare to speak.
Not long after they left, the other students also dispersed. Those friends who used to be with Zhao Hao helped him up and comforted him: "We will lend you your notes and teach you."
Zhao Hao looked frustrated and was about to stand up when the sword in his hand suddenly lost control, flew out of the scabbard, circled in the air, and plunged straight into his abdomen.
This incident shocked the people on the sidelines, "Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Hao fell to the ground, blood gradually spreading from his abdomen.