The backyard of Li Mansion.
For several days, violent vibrations could be heard.
Li Ziye practiced the Liujia Secret Zhu Bingzi Jue sleeplessly at night, almost to the point of going crazy.
This move was difficult, at least for Li Ziye.
Not only must we overcome psychological barriers, but we must also do our best to control this power that transcends limits.
The foundation of martial arts lies in the development of the body's potential, and then the precise control of every ounce of power.
Bingzijue and Libingjiwu focus all the energy on the attack and completely abandon defense. The explosive power has exceeded Li Ziye's current limit.
Many times, Li Ziye couldn't even hold the sword in his hand firmly.
In the backyard.
Day after day, Li Qingzhi patiently accompanied his young brother to practice swordplay, rarely giving any guidance, and relying on Li Ziye to understand everything.
In martial arts, only what you understand is your own. No matter how much others talk about it, it is useless.
"Three days left."
In front of the porch, Hua Feng held a red oil-paper umbrella, looking at the young man in the courtyard who was still practicing hard, with a look of doubt on his face, and said, "Can the young master succeed?"
On the side, Bai Wangyu remained silent and said nothing.
He believes that Brother Li can definitely do it!
These days, Brother Li is obviously making continuous progress. Perhaps, he is just a small step away from success.
In the courtyard.
Li Ziye attacked again and again, and was pushed back by Li Qingzhi again and again. Still, he was unable to break through his brother's defense.
It was just two fingers, but now it seemed like a huge mountain stretched in front of him, making it difficult for Li Ziye to move even an inch.
"boom!"
I don't know how many times, Li Qingzhi pointed at the Chunjun sword that came through the air, and then flicked it lightly, knocking the young brother and his sword away in front of him.
"Your sword is becoming more and more unstable!"
Li Qingzhi said coldly, "If you can't even hold the sword firmly, why should you practice swordsmanship again?"
"yes!"
Li Ziye gritted his teeth and responded, firmly holding the sword in his hand and pouring all his true energy into the Chunjun sword.
As the true energy subsided, Chunjun Sword immediately vibrated, and even showed signs of being released at any time.
"Keng!"
A moment later, the Chunjun Sword came out and stabbed into the back wall not far away.
In the courtyard, Li Ziye's hand holding the sword kept trembling. After many days of sleepless practice, his body had already reached its limit.
"Second brother, I'm sorry, I'll do it again."
Li Ziye said something anxiously, and immediately ran to the back wall to draw his sword.
"Have a rest for half an hour."
Li Qingzhi said with an indifferent expression, "Think about it for yourself, what exactly did you fail to do well?"
After speaking, Li Qingzhi said nothing more and turned back to the room.
Li Ziye pulled out his sword and looked at his trembling hands, wondering what was wrong with him.
"Young Master."
A smile appeared on Hua Fengdu's face, he waved and said, "Come here and rest for a while."
Li Ziye came to his senses and stepped forward.
"Brother Li, don't be discouraged, there are still three days, it's enough."
On the side, Bai Wangyu comforted him softly.
"Old Bai."
Li Ziye raised his head and said blankly, "Am I really not suitable for practicing martial arts?"
"Whether it suits you or not, it doesn't matter."
Bai Wangyu said calmly, "The key is Brother Li, whether he likes it or not."
Li Ziye looked stunned, and after a moment, he said firmly, "I like it."
"That's good."
Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "Whether he is suitable or not, Brother Li has already embarked on this path, and he has gone so far. Among the younger generation, Brother Li has already become a very powerful master."
"Really?"
Li Ziye said with some uncertainty, "But, I don't seem to have defeated anyone."
"That's because the people you meet, young master, are so awesome."
Hua Feng interjected, "Whether Little Red Riding Hood, the little monk Tripitaka, or the fourth prince of Dashang, none of them are geniuses among geniuses. The worst ones are also the disciples of the Confucian sect. In fact, they are all carefully selected. It’s normal that you can’t beat a genius.”
"Brother Li, you are now more powerful than most of the Confucian disciples."
Bai Wangyu chuckled softly and said, "According to my inference, your opponent this time should be similar to Xiu Ru. If you can defeat him, you won't have to swallow your anger when you see Xiu Ru in the future."
"Wen Xiuru!"
Hearing this name, Li Ziye was filled with hatred. When he was in Mobei, this guy was always angry with him.
"Second disciple of the Confucian sect?"
On the side, Hua Feng said in surprise, "I have heard that martial arts talent seems to be very good. Apart from you, Little Red Riding Hood, he is the most outstanding among the disciples of this generation of Confucianism."
"Um."
Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "The cultivator's current cultivation level should be in the middle of the third realm, or he may have entered the late third realm. My junior brother is not too persistent in martial arts. Otherwise, practicing You won’t be slower than me.”
"They're all perverts!"
Li Ziye gritted his teeth and said.
"Ah sneeze!"
In the Confucian Sect, Taixue Palace, Wen Xiuru, who was reading ancient books in the Buddhist Scripture Tower, suddenly sneezed twice in a row, with a look of confusion on his face.
Got a cold?
It shouldn't be.
He is in the middle of the third level of martial arts. No, he just entered the late stage yesterday. He is a quasi-peerless master in the late third level of martial arts. How could he be infected with the cold?
There must be someone scolding him behind his back!
Subconsciously, someone's vulgar face appeared in Wen Xiuru's mind.
I don’t know what happened to that guy. The senior brother went to Yingzhou for a while, why hasn’t he come back yet.
Such a troublesome thing as teaching skills on behalf of a master is not suitable for him. Senior brother, please come back quickly!
"Senior Brother Xiu Ru."
At this time, a young disciple dressed in Confucian robes walked over quickly and saluted respectfully, "The Confucian leader has ordered that Brother Xiu Confucianism should come over."
"Confucian leader?"
Wen Xiuru was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, nodded and said, "I know, I'll go over right away."
The young disciple cupped his fists and saluted, then turned and left.
Wen Xiuru put the scripture in his hand back on the bookshelf and walked quickly towards the east courtyard.
What did the Confucian leader want to do with him?
He doesn't seem to have made any mistakes lately.
Not long after.
Outside the east courtyard.
Wen Xiuru came over, bowed respectfully, and said, "If you are a disciple of Confucianism, please see the Confucian leader."
"Come in."
In the small courtyard, an old voice came out and responded.
"yes."
Wen Xiuru hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the courtyard.
In the small courtyard.
Confucius was watering vegetables in the garden. He saw someone coming from the corner of his eye and said, "Xiu Ru, how many years have you been a Confucian?"
"fifteen years."
Wen Xiuru said truthfully.
"Do you think that you and your senior brother are almost the same in terms of cultivation and ability, but your senior brother has gotten much more than you?" Confucius said calmly.
"Won't."
Wen Xiuru said with a calm expression, "Originally, the senior brother is better than the disciple. Moreover, although the senior brother has received more, he has also shouldered more. The disciple cannot bear the burden placed on the senior brother."
"What if you have to bear the responsibility?" Confucius raised his head and asked seriously.
Wen Xiuru looked startled, then his face darkened, and he said, "The Confucian leader clearly knows that I am not capable enough to take on this great responsibility. Senior brother is the most suitable successor to the Confucian sect."
Confucius looked at the serious expressions of the disciples in front of him. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "Xu Confucian, I am not testing you, nor am I forcing you. I just want to remind you that in the future, if your senior brother cannot inherit Confucianism, The door is so heavy that you can only come, you can’t escape, and you can’t escape!”
