Time flies. Today is the fifth year since Chu Xiaohui came to Lanzong. After today, it will be the sixth year. I am afraid that even he himself could not have imagined that in just a few years, he would go from
A good-for-nothing with a radius of tens of kilometers in Qingliu County turned into a cultivator who has reached the fifth level of swordsmanship. Things are unpredictable, just like the Chu Mansion back then. When did the Chu Mansion become prominent in Qingliu County, and now
, it has probably become a deserted mansion.
"It's been five years, father, how are you?"
Chu Xiaohui stood on the small bridge in the courtyard, staring at the gurgling stream below him. His eyes couldn't help but become a little crazy. The reason why he continued to practice crazily for five years was to quickly improve his cultivation.
On the one hand, it was through this almost life-defying practice that he could temporarily let go of missing his parents whose lives were uncertain. At the same time, the hatred he was filled with was one of the reasons why he was so crazy.
"Xiaohui, master is coming out!"
Today is the first day of the selection competition. Perhaps due to nervousness, Niu Dadan's face didn't look very natural today. When he saw Chu Xiaohui standing quietly on the bridge like a sculpture, he felt a little surprised in his heart. He was so busy.
He walked forward and reminded.
"Um,"
Chu Xiaohui groaned softly and quickly suppressed the longing and worry for his parents in the deepest part of his heart. A complicated light flashed in his eyes. At this time, Yuanyan's short figure also walked towards them step by step.
Although the steps seemed extremely small, they were already in front of them in just a few breaths.
"Master, I want to go down the mountain after the selection competition."
A trace of determination flashed across Chu Xiaohui's face, and he suddenly stepped forward to request.
"No, unless a member of the Lanzong reaches the level of Sword King, they cannot go down the mountain casually." Yuanyan paused slightly, his face still had a stern expression, and he said in an extremely calm tone.
"Sword King, Master, can you be accommodating? This disciple will not go down the mountain unless there is something urgent." Chu Xiaohui still said in a sincere tone. Now, five years have passed by in a hurry, and his cultivation level has reached
The fifth-level swordsman expected that it would be no problem to defeat Lin Tingyun, and wanted to find out the whereabouts of his parents from him.
"no!"
Yuanyan still refused without any expression, and even showed no intention of listening to his explanation.
"Master, Xiaohui must have something important to do. Please tell the sect master and uncle, and hope he can be accommodating." Niu Dadan saw the anxious look on Chu Xiaohui's face and the look in his eyes.
The sadness flashed through his mind, and he rushed to defend Chu Xiaohui.
"Plop,,"
"Master, my parents' lives are uncertain, please let me go down the mountain,"
Chu Xiaohui slowly knelt on the ground and asked with a choked tone.
"This is the sect's law and no one is allowed to disobey it!"
Yuanyan didn't mean to be moved at all. He glanced at Chu Xiaohui who was kneeling on the ground indifferently and said slowly. Then, the short figure became more and more blurred in his somewhat blurry eyes.