Chapter 16 The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold
Chapter 16 The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold ("")
"That's what I'm worried about now." Wu Yunliang's eyes were deep: "If the Tianwai Tower can grow quickly, then it can protect this group of female disciples from being bullied and let them all get a satisfactory destination.
But now... we can only do our best!"
Kong Jingfeng sighed deeply, and then said: "Second senior brother will definitely not let go of Li Jianyin's matter. What do you think, senior senior brother?"
"The second brother has always been fierce and defensive; this time he will definitely attack Zizhuyuan." Wu Yunliang said calmly: "But he also knows the temper of the ninth junior brother, so he will only get angry and will not take action himself.
And those who really want to take action must be the disciples of the second junior brother."
"No matter who wins or loses, this time is always a test! It is a kind of growth for both disciples." Wu Yunliang said softly: "As long as it is not too much, there is no need to worry about it. If we can do it after this incident,
It’s not a bad thing to find a few talents.”
The two of them were silent at the same time. They raised their heads at the same time, looking at the thirty-nine names and a question mark on the wall. The large sect with a thousand people, the two of them were like digging for gold in the sand, and there were only a few disciples who were interested in it.
Only these people!
These people are the hope of Tianwai Tower. Whether it is to maintain the status of Tianwai Tower, or to attack the seven sects, or even to break into Zhongsantian and become the next generation legend of Tianwailou, we all rely on these people!
Thirty-nine people plus a question mark are the elites of the entire Tianwai Tower.
This is simply desolate for such a large sect!
Kong Jingfeng looked at these names, but what he was thinking about was another thing: Senior Brother knew that Li Jianyin was narrow-minded and had admiration for Wu Qianqian, but he asked him to accompany Wu Qianqian to give the notice.
, with Wu Qianqian’s beauty, some disciples will definitely admire her. It was expected that she would cause trouble, but the senior brother still did it.
Rather than randomly selecting one of his disciples from Juyun Peak to give the notice... Juyun Peak and Suoyun Peak each sent a disciple to give the notice. On the surface, it seemed to be a matter of importance, and it also gave the second senior brother a great deal of face.
.But in fact...it is faintly intensifying the contradictions among the younger generation...
Senior brother...is he intentional? Is this a way to target the second senior brother's Suo Yunfeng? Kong Jingfeng looked at Wu Yunliang's back and slowly thought in his heart, naturally he can't say such a thing.
…
Hope it works!
Kong Jingfeng said silently in his heart.
A rustling sound sounded, and an almost colorless light and shadow quickly flew in from the window. A pale white bird appeared and stood smartly on the table, tilting its head and looking at the two people with round black eyes.
.
Colorless Eagle!
Their eyes shone at the same time. Kong Jingfeng looked at the eagle and asked, "Elder brother, could this be Tie Yun..."
Wu Yunliang's eyes were deep, he nodded, took out a small ball from Colorless Eagle, and twisted it open. Inside, there was a narrow piece of paper.
As he watched, his expression became heavy. After a long time, he raised his eyebrows, as if he had made some decision.
Chu Yang didn't know these things, nor did he know that the sect's crisis had reached this point. He was currently practicing.
In fact, he only knew that the sect would be exterminated in four years. But as for the reason, he didn't know. In his previous life, he was just an insignificant disciple at this time, and no one told him, and
With his withdrawn character, he would not inquire.
In three months, the sect competition will begin. This competition will last until half a year later. Nearly 800 disciples will be screened step by step until there are only ten left.
Then these ten people will be sorted after more than three years of hard training. After four years, the best one will be the senior brother!
But Chu Yang couldn't wait so long. He wanted to establish his position within this half year, enter the place where the seven yins gathered, and get the first tip of the Nine Tribulations Sword.
If you want to do it, you must work harder! Now, although he is reborn, he has nothing to rely on! Everything must be obtained by his own sweat!
With his current level 4 martial arts skills, even though he has experience, all his experience is just empty talk against an outstanding member of the same sect who is more than ten levels above him.
It is true that force can only work within a certain range; but strategy also has limitations. A trap dug by a group of children may catch a rabbit, but it cannot trap a tiger to death!
Chu Yang was practicing like crazy now.
A day and a night passed, and there was no movement from Li Jianyin's side; I just heard from Tan Tan that when sending Li Jianyin back, the second uncle Li Jinsong was furious and roared angrily for a while...
But Chu Yang had no pressure on this.
When the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. The current Shi Qianshan is the taller one.
Let him take it.
Among the swaying purple bamboo leaves, Chu Yang's figure stood as solid as a mountain. Each of his feet was stepping on a sharp stone, but his body remained motionless, maintaining absolute balance in all aspects.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
The long sword at the waist was unsheathed over and over again, and then returned to the sheath; it was the same action over and over again.
He had been practicing this simple movement all morning. The ground beneath him was already soaked with sweat!
Take a half step forward with your left foot, point your toes diagonally outward, stand on the same spot with your right foot, slightly sideways. Your eyes are looking forward calmly, your hand is already on the hilt of the sword, with a slight sound, you raise your hand, raise your arm, twist your waist,
The center of gravity rushed forward, and a sword light rushed out, pointing steadily forward.
At eye level, without any tremor.
The right hand holding the sword seems to be straight but not straight. Obviously, there is still some strength left.
Then, the sword flashed with light and returned to the scabbard with a soft sound.
Chu Yang's eyes remained unmoving. Looking at his face and eyes, no one could tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this action.
Then keep repeating.
The same movements are boring and tasteless. Most people will get bored after persisting for dozens of times. But Chu Yang, on this morning before the sun came out, had already repeated it a thousand times!
There is no sweat on his body anymore! Just one morning, his arm went from normal to sore, then lost consciousness, regained consciousness, and then became numb again...
Whether it was soreness and numbness, a breakthrough after the limit, or normal, he always controlled the standard of drawing the sword.
The green steel sword is very ordinary. The black iron scabbard is even more ordinary.
The silent night in the purple bamboo forest was stirred up by this ordinary sword!
The sound of drawing the sword seems to be getting softer and softer... From the clear "clang" sound at the beginning to the soft "cha" sound now, it is almost inaudible.
Chu Yang never stopped.
Chu Yang didn't notice that not long after he started practicing his sword, there was a tall figure silently watching him in the bamboo forest a few feet away from him. Chu Yang had been practicing all morning, and he had been watching it all morning.
The morning dew had already soaked his whole body, but he seemed to be afraid of disturbing Chu Yang, so he just watched quietly.
Finally, the east turned pale.
Chu Yang sheathed the sword for the last time and took a long breath. He stood quietly, and the Xiao Sha in the air slowly disappeared.
Contain the sword intent and murderous intent in your heart.
When practicing swordsmanship, you must have killing thoughts in your heart! Only then will you cultivate the sharp sword spirit in your heart all the time. This is not difficult for Chu Yang to do. As long as he thinks of Shi Qianshan and Mo Tianji, he can't help but feel murderous.
There is no need to cultivate it deliberately at all.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw another person in front of him.
"Master?" Chu Yang called softly. This person turned out to be Meng Chaoran, who had announced his retreat.