[Chapter 1225 What peerless martial arts did you choose? 】
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There are no seasonal changes in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, and it is difficult to see the passage of time.
Especially under the Shengwu Heavenly Monument, a vast white halo enveloped it, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.
Feng Ziyue has been standing in front of the Shengwu Heavenly Monument for a full year!
In one year, even the few deacons who had high hopes for outsiders had completely given up. Outsiders would inevitably have useless trash, and it seems that they met one this time.
No matter what he was doing this year, he wasted one-third of his training time. With two years left, he would never be able to practice a martial arts to a small degree.
Since he will be abandoned by Xuanyuan Ancient Palace sooner or later, then why pay too much attention to him?
Even the attendants were inevitably a little tired. At first, there were more than a dozen people guarding the Holy Martial Sky Monument, but then only half were left, and in the end, only one or two people were left on duty.
On this day, it had been a year and half a month since Feng Ziyue arrived at Xuanyuan Ancient Palace.
The person guarding the Shengwu Heavenly Monument is Feng San, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He is the youngest and is often bullied by his peers. Naturally, he is the one who bears the most thankless tasks.
"Alas, this man has been standing in front of the Holy Martial Sky Monument for more than a year, and he has not yet mastered any peerless martial arts. It is really disappointing... If I had such a chance, I would have long ago..."
Feng San shook his head and sighed.
As a member of the ancient Xuanyuan battlefield, I have seen supreme martial arts and all kinds of thrilling battles since I was born, so I naturally have a heroic dream in my heart.
However, since he finally became an attendant of the ancient palace, it was naturally because he was limited by his natural qualifications and could not practice martial arts at all. Otherwise, even if he could only practice the most superficial martial arts, he would be sent out to serve as cannon fodder for the soldiers who must die.
Maybe let them live comfortably in the palace.
Although he could not practice martial arts, Feng San's desire for martial arts never stopped.
Every time someone enters the Holy Martial Monument to practice, he consciously and voluntarily steps forward to serve. He always dreams that the Holy Martial Monument can give him a revelation and allow him to suddenly realize the peerless martial arts.
In the ancient battlefield, it only took a few days at most for people to enter the Shengwu Heavenly Monument. He always felt that there was not enough opportunity. This time, outsiders entered the Shengwu Heavenly Monument and could stay there indefinitely for three years. Although Feng San
I felt it was hard, but I still gritted my teeth and waited on the side, hoping that under the influence of the aura of the Holy Martial Sky Monument, I would suddenly be enlightened and start learning martial arts.
Unfortunately, after one year, there is still no progress.
After being examined by the elders and deacons, his body was said to be incapable of practicing martial arts, and indeed he was unable to practice martial arts at all.
Feng San also bowed his head and accepted his fate, but for some reason, he placed an inexplicable hope on Feng Ziyue, who had been standing in front of the Shengwu Heavenly Monument.
Everyone else had given up hope on Feng Ziyue, but this little guy who didn't understand martial arts at all seemed to feel that all his hopes were pinned on Feng Ziyue, hoping that one day, Feng Ziyue would suddenly understand.
wake up!
In the eyes of others, Feng Ziyue remained silent and unchanged during this year, but in Feng San's view, Feng Ziyue's expression was constantly changing.
Sometimes I frown in thought, sometimes I smile, sometimes I look sad, and sometimes I am happy and excited.
He felt that this was Feng Ziyue's study of the martial arts in the Holy Martial Monument. He might have gained something from it.
But when he pointed it out to others, no one believed it.
"At such a height, what you little guy can see is purely your imagination! This outsider has been intoxicated by the martial arts atmosphere in the Holy Martial Monument. I am afraid that he may not be able to wake up in three years.
Here we come!”
"But he really laughed just now..."
Every time Feng San didn't dare to argue with anyone, he only dared to whisper secretly.
Every time he stepped into the Shengwu Heavenly Monument, he looked at Feng Ziyue's back with hope.
Now, all his hopes for martial arts seemed to have been placed on Feng Ziyue.
"Huh!"
On this day, when he was muttering to himself, he suddenly noticed that Feng Ziyue's back moved.
"Mo...could it be that I'm dazzled!"
Feng Ziyue, who had been judged by the elders and deacons that he would not wake up in a short time, actually made some moves!
Feng San wiped his eyes, widened his eyes and looked above his head, only to see that the white clothes were still the same as before, floating in the air, with no change at all.
"Still there..."
Feng San muttered and shook his head, "It's really my eyesight."
Although I hope that this outsider can recover from this state, the words of the elders and deacons cannot be false.
After all, miracles rarely happen.
"Little brother, are you looking for me?"
Just when Feng San was dejected, he heard a gentle voice coming from behind.
"ah!"
Feng San was shocked. When he looked back, he saw Feng Ziyue with a smile on his face and sparkling eyes, standing behind him and talking to him!
"How... how is it possible?"
Feng San's first reaction was to look up at the sky. Sure enough, the white clothes had disappeared!
Feng Ziyue broke through the martial arts barrier of the Holy Martial Sky Monument, woke up from his intoxication, and stood under the Holy Martial Sky Monument!
"Little brother, I've been up there with the northwest wind for more than a year, and I'm a little hungry. Can you take me to take a hot bath and get some food by the way?"
Feng Ziyue is as calm as usual...the outsider has woken up."
Of course, this news immediately reached the ears of the elders and deacons of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace. The living dead deacon responsible for receiving Feng Ziyue frowned and sighed.
"Intoxicated by the more than 30 million martial arts in the Holy Martial Monument, he can still wake up before dying of old age. This young man's aptitude and perseverance are pretty good..."
"...It's a pity that such a long time has been wasted. It will be impossible to achieve any martial arts in less than two years."
"Give him what should be given to him."
"However, it's better not to place any hopes..."
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Such qualifications are mediocre at best. Compared with the ordinary talents cultivated by Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, they are still far behind. How useful can such an outsider be... Many thanks, little brother."
Feng Ziyue took a bath, changed his clothes, and ate something casually. In high spirits, he sat quietly in the resting monastery and thanked Feng San.
"Young master, what are you talking about? This is what we should do."
Feng San was willing to look at Feng Ziyue as if he were looking at a god. He hesitated for a while and then hesitantly asked.
"But... Young Master, can you tell me what peerless martial arts were selected for this Holy Martial Monument?"
This is something he has always wanted to know.v
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