Taixue Palace.
North courtyard.
When the sun rises.
Bai Wangyu, dressed in a white Confucian robe, walked out, carrying the ancient sword Taiyi. After a few months, he once again taught morning lessons in person.
However, today's morning class was different.
In the north courtyard, sixty-three of the strongest disciples of the Confucian sect stood quietly.
Everyone's cultivation is above the late stage of the second realm, and many people have even entered the third realm.
After Mobei and his party experienced the test of war, the disciples of this generation of the Confucian sect have grown rapidly and have gradually become the backbone of the Confucian sect.
"Have you seen all the swordsmanship?"
Bai Wangyu looked at the junior brothers in front of him and said.
"seen it already!"
Sixty-three Confucian disciples responded in unison.
"Then let's get started."
Bai Wangyu said calmly, stretched out his hand to pull out the sword behind him, and said, "One person has one sword, and one person has one transformation. If our Confucian sect can evolve this method and transform the sword moves into a sword array, its power will be, It will not be inferior to the Haoran Sword Formation."
"yes!"
Sixty-three Confucian disciples responded again.
Bai Wangyu turned around and stood in front of everyone, accompanying the sixty-three junior disciples to practice the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique.
Martial arts all over the world reach the same goal through different paths. They have not mastered the mental method of Feixian Jue and cannot exert the full power of this move. However, if they can understand its subtleties, they will also benefit a lot.
Under the rising sun.
Sixty-three Confucian disciples, dressed in Confucian robes and holding ancient swords, practiced the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Art with great concentration. Their swordsmanship was as smooth as clouds and flowing water. It was only the first time they cooperated with each other, and they began to show their prowess.
The Confucian disciples grew up together and practiced swordplay together. There has never been a lack of tacit understanding between them.
not far away.
Faru watched this scene quietly and did not come forward to disturb.
"Master, is it really possible to practice the complete seventh form like this?"
On the side, Chen Qiaoer asked.
"The method given by Jian Chi should be feasible."
Fa Ru calmly said, "In this world, no one in the world can surpass the sword idiot in his understanding of the art of swordsmanship."
Chen Qiaoer heard this and sighed softly, saying, "This time, for that boy, our Confucian sect really tried our best and sent out all the most elite disciples in the sect."
A few days ago, His Majesty's imperial edict failed to mobilize the disciples of his Confucian sect. Unexpectedly, because of that boy from the Li family, all the elites came out.
If this is the case, then even this kid will not be able to practice this seventh form, and the Confucian sect will be at a huge loss.
"As long as you can practice it, it's worth it."
Fa Ru looked at the disciples in front of him who were practicing their swordsmanship hard, and said in a solemn voice, "The boy from the Li family has been inseparable from our Confucian sect for a long time. Helping him is helping the Confucian sect itself."
"It's so lively so early in the morning."
At this time, Yao Guihai also walked out and saw the disciples having morning classes outside. He smiled and said, "Today's morning classes seem to be different."
"This is?"
Not far away, Li Qingshan also walked out. After seeing the swordsmanship that Wangyu and others were practicing, his expression became condensed.
Flying Immortal Technique!
As a Confucian swordsman, Li Qingshan had also seen the training method of Feixian Jue, so he could tell at a glance that the swordsmanship practiced by Wangyu and others was Feixian Jue.
"Split the sword technique and turn the sword technique into a sword formation."
After looking at it for a while, Li Qingshan saw the clues and his expression became more and more surprised.
This road has never been traveled before.
"Master Zhang, who thought of this method?" Li Qingshan asked puzzledly.
"Sword crazy."
The Dharma and Confucianism answered truthfully.
"Sixty-three disciples, sixty-three transformations, is indeed a bold idea."
Li Qingshan said solemnly, "However, only my Confucian sect can achieve this level."
Most Confucian disciples use swords, and they have always had the tradition of being taught by their senior brothers. They have a close relationship with each other and a tacit understanding. This is an advantage that no other force can match.
"Now, it's just an attempt. No one knows whether it will succeed or not."
Fa Ru stared ahead and said calmly, "But since there is a glimmer of hope, it is impossible to let it go."
"Whether it is successful or not, this method can be used as a reference for our Confucian school."
Li Qingshan said softly, "Reducing complexity into simplicity, one person and one sword are enough to evolve any technique in the world."
"This method is indeed a genius idea."
Chen Qiaoer adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Sword Chi, he is indeed the best swordsman in the world. It was the same twenty years ago, and it will be the same twenty years later."
Under the gaze of four people.
An hour passed gradually.
Morning class time is over.
The sixty-three disciples all sheathed their swords, saluted respectfully, and left one after another.
Bai Wangyu returned the gift with his sword in hand and watched the junior brothers leave.
"Wangyu."
Faru opened his mouth and asked, "How?"
Bai Wangyu stepped forward and said respectfully, "The method is feasible, but it takes some time to practice. The Flying Immortal Technique has extremely high requirements for details, and there cannot be any deviation. Junior brothers, it takes time to get used to it."
Hearing this, Faru nodded and continued to ask, "Is your injury still harmful?"
"It's not appropriate to use your true energy for the time being. Other than that, there's nothing serious." Bai Wangyu replied.
"Since there is no serious problem, let's go to Li Garden."
Faru looked calm and said, "Li Yuan has sent many precious medicinal materials over the past few days when you were injured. Please go over in person and say thank you."
"yes!"
Bai Wangyu responded respectfully.
After speaking, Bai Wangyu walked towards the outside of the North Courtyard without any further delay.
"thank?"
Yao Guihai looked at Xiao Wangyu's leaving figure and wondered, "What else do we need to say thank you to between Wangyu and the Li family?"
Fa Ru ignored it and walked away.
"You can pretend to be dumb if you don't understand."
On the side, Chen Qiaoer said lightly and turned back to the room.
"Simple-minded brawn."
Li Qingshan commented in the same indifferent tone and walked away.
Yao Guihai became more puzzled when he saw all three people leaving.
Did he say something wrong?
Li Yuan.
Bai Wangyu stepped forward.
The white-robed ancient sword is still as graceful and elegant as ever.
forecourt.
Li Ziye sat there boredly, watching the sixty-three idiots in front of him practicing blindly, and he no longer had the energy to curse anymore.
Kuchiki!
It cannot be carved!
It has been two days and there has been no progress at all.
What a waste!
"Young Master, Master Bai is here."
At this time, a boy walked over quickly and reported.
"Young Master Bai, I'm missing."
Li Ziye even said in a bad mood.
When the boy heard this, he was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "No?"
"Wait, who are you talking about?"
After a moment, Li Ziye realized what he was doing, stood up suddenly, and said in surprise, "Little Red Riding Hood?"
In front of the house.
Bai Wangyu stood quietly, looking at the young man running in front, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Old Bai, are your injuries healed?"
Li Ziye ran forward and said with surprise on his face.
"It's no longer serious."
Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "So, come and take a look."
"That's great, come on, give me a hug and celebrate!"
Li Ziye stretched out his arms and smiled.
Bai Wangyu smiled softly, staggered half a step, and immediately walked towards the mansion.
Li Ziye retracted his arms, turned around and followed.
In the front yard, sixty-three improvised warriors were still practicing on their own, not to mention tacit understanding, not even the word "cooperation".
"Let them all disperse." Bai Wangyu said.
"Dispersed?"
Li Ziye looked startled, shook his head vigorously and said, "That's not possible. The Li family has paid to invite these people. Whether I can practice the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique depends on them."
When Bai Wangyu heard this, he smiled and said, "Let's break up. The Confucian sect will take over this job. No money is required."
