In the end, the "important task" of "Seventh Cultivation of Everbright Martial Arts" was handed over to Ichirui by everyone. There was no other way, who could make him more reliable?
The four of them spent a few days together in Nushan and then went their separate ways.
Yi Qixing had to prepare for a sword duel with Ming Xiao Shu. Ji Wuying had nothing to do and would go to the famous bow master to discuss archery skills with Xuan Zhenjun.
Although the two of them are ranked the best in the world and have a competitive relationship, they are actually friends.
Although Ichirui agreed to the matter, he said he was not in a hurry. He would wait until next month after watching Yi Qi's sword duel and participate in a chess and music debate before going to visit Bei Lie Whale Tao.
This move was evaluated by Ji Wuying as both talented and fun-loving.
Because Ichiruki is a bad chess player, Chirin didn't believe it at first when he saw him talk freely, but he believed it after playing a few times.
If this person fails to play, he will directly flip the chessboard.
After being kicked twice, Chilin with a gloomy expression directly took out the Dragon Bird Sword with his backhand and fought with Ichirui for three hundred rounds. Finally, Yi Qixing intervened and the matter was revealed.
However, Chilin has a very good impression of the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts. These people belong to that kind. Once they identify you, they will really treat you as a brother.
Even Yi Qixing, whose face alone can attract hatred and is widely rumored to have a bad temper, will show another side.
After getting along, Chilin can probably guess some reasons.
They should be the same kind of people.
Due to certain circumstances, Yi Qi is about to entrust his destiny to the Seventh Cultivator, so he attaches great importance to the members of the Seventh Cultivator, and will test them, and will even say that it is better to lack than to waste.
Moreover, although Yi Qixing is the leader of the Seven Cultivators, in life, it is obvious that Ichirui is taking care of everyone.
That's why, among the seven martial arts cultivators, who is the most reliable?
That must be Ichirui, could it also be Yi Qixing?
…………
Under the tree on the top of the cloud.
"Watch my flying words turn into arrows!"
As soon as the words fell, a military book was dismantled in an instant. The pages of the book floated into words, and thousands of flying arrows covered the sky and covered the sun, like a long dragon soaring.
Xuan Lingcang's right hand turned into a sword finger, pulling the flying arrow to circle.
Zong Hengzi, who was sitting opposite him, shook his head, but did not interrupt his movements, as if he was mastering what he was learning.
"receive!"
Listening to advice is one of Xuan Lingcang's great strengths. When the dragon circled the sky three times, he activated the matching spell to restore it.
White papers fell down and were neatly folded in front of him.
"Well, you still know what's appropriate. You don't need me to find a new book of war for you."
During this period, apart from some spells, what Zong Hengzi taught Xuan Lingcang the most was the art of war, or in other words, the way of self-cultivation. He did not want this promising junior to make mistakes in the future.
By then, he would still need to clean up the door, which would be too troublesome.
Since you want to teach, it is better to do your best from the beginning and lay a solid foundation for him.
"Now I can finally understand senior's chess moves."
Xuan Lingcang finished the operation of the spell and said with emotion.
"Chess is more than just chess. It can be the art of war, battle formations, divination, and even life."
Seeing that he seemed to have some insights, Zonghengzi decided to strike while the iron was hot:
"Life is like a chess game. You need to calculate one step at a time. If you are not careful, you will lose everything and lose your life. But it is not good to calculate too much. It will make you think of calculations the first time you deal with others.
If you lose that sincerity, your heart will become dusty. "
After all, this is also the first time he has taught others in such a formal way.
Xuan Lingcang listened very seriously: "So, the art of war must be based on harmony and oddity?"
"It's good that you have such understanding."
"Then, senior, are you going to continue teaching me the art of war?"
"Next, let's learn some sect classics first."
After the first stage of teaching was completed, Zonghengzi did not plan to continue teaching Xuan Lingcang's art of war, but planned to teach other content.
"But I haven't started yet." Xuan Lingcang's tone weakened.
"It doesn't matter, my lineage doesn't have so many rules."
The lineage of Confucian sages and Mingde advocates teaching without distinction, and has always paid little attention to external factors such as family status. Confucian classics are not only learned by those who enter the Confucian sect.
"In that case, I am willing to continue learning."
Xuan Lingcang made a decision quickly, and his horizons had broadened.
Then, Zong Hengzi transformed into a book. It seemed to be a few years old. It was about an inch thick and the traces of reading were very obvious.
I saw him placing the book in front of Xuan Lingcang and saying at the same time:
"Take this book and read it yourself. With your current knowledge, it is enough to take care of this formation disk."
Xuan Lingcang suddenly raised his head, with a bit of surprise on his face:
"Senior is going out?"
"Since it is a discussion of chess and music, it would be boring to only play chess."
Zong Hengzi stood up and looked into the distance, without giving Xuan Lingcang a chance to say no. His figure suddenly became blurry and finally disappeared.
"..."
Xuan Lingcang put his hand on his forehead and was quite speechless. Although the formation here was of great importance, he would not necessarily refuse.
As for this?
After a while, he quickly regained his composure and looked at the book.
I saw the four words "Gongyang Annotation" written on the cover.
And there is another signature next to the title of the book——
"Xia Kanxuan"
…………
Wan Xichaocheng.
There hasn't been anything too eye-catching recently. Apart from the chess and music debate that has been scheduled, the remaining sword duel on the first day of next month, where Qi Taizu and Jiu Qian Sheng, the best swordsman in the world, has not yet officially set a deadline.
Except for swords, the other eight items don't have much popularity.
Because people in the world of martial arts have always only paid attention to influential figures, and even those who don’t have much reputation in the world of martial arts come to Fengyun Monument...
The sword has no consequences and can be directly seen as a lesson learned from the past.
"Heaven sends continuous rain to moisten the green mountains, singing songs to the hearts of pastoralists in Cangye; God sends a stroke of blazing flames to burn away the ignorance and the hidden dragon's song."
A relaxed Chirin said goodbye to Ichirui, and went to Longmen Inn to pack meals. Then, he returned to his residence with the food box, and heard the melodious sound of a flute before he even got close.
The sound of the flute stopped when Chi Lin walked into the courtyard. Lin Ruomei hung the Qiuhong flute back on her waist and said with a smile: "I'm back."
"When I came back, I saw that the inn was selling snow-capped plum fragrance, so I brought two packs back to my senior sister. I hope my senior sister wouldn't blame me for coming back too late."
When Chi Lin walked into the courtyard, he first placed the food box on the table, then took out two bulging oil paper bags and placed them on the other side of the table.
"Great!"
When Lin Ruomei heard this, she didn't even look at the food box. She stretched out her white palms and grabbed an oil paper bag. She opened it with a clean and neat movement, and the familiar smell hit her face.
However, she did not go further. Instead, she lifted the oil paper bag and handed it to Chi Lin:
"It's not too late to come back. Come and try it. It tastes great."
"Um."
Chilin reached into the oil paper bag, took out a piece, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and said, "It tastes exactly as senior sister said."
Although he didn't like this kind of snack, Lin Ruomei liked it, so he watched the store prepare it with his own eyes, bought two packs, and brought them back to his senior sister.
"It's just time for lunch. You can have snacks later." Chilin opened the food box on the table at the same time.
Lin Ruomei said: "Let me eat a little bit first, just a little bit." (End of Chapter)
