Looking at Gong Nanbei's big face close to Chi Chi, Cui Yu suddenly felt a little panicked for some reason. Especially Gong Nanbei's gaze, Cui Yu felt that the other party's gaze was very scary.
What was going on with that gaze that was staring straight at him? Countless thoughts flickered in Cui Yu's heart.
"Junior brother, do you like swords?" Gong Nanbei looked at Cui Yu. Cui Yu shook his head: "I don't like it."
"Are you accomplished in swordsmanship?" Gong Nanbei asked again. Cui Yu shook his head when he heard this: "I have never practiced swordsmanship." Lan
"Never practiced swordsmanship?" Gong Nanbei asked again.
"I have never practiced swordsmanship!" Cui Yu said.
"Junior brother, what do you think of my swordsmanship?" Gong Nanbei asked expressionlessly.
"It's like a heavenly being, like a god coming to the world. I dare not look directly at him." Cui Yu quickly praised. This is the fact. Gong Nanbei's swordsmanship skills are indeed unmatched in Cui Yu's eyes.
"How does it compare to you?" Gong Nanbei continued to ask. After hearing what Gong Nanbei said, Cui Yu quickly said: "Senior brother, aren't you trying to hurt me? My swordsmanship is like a three-year-old child dancing wildly. And senior brother's swordsmanship is like a god descending. Or maybe it's like the bright moon above the nine heavens. In the sky, my little brother is just a firefly, how can there be any comparison? Could it be that senior brother is confused?" Langong Nanbei felt a little depressed when he heard this: "But why doesn't it choose me! Why doesn't it choose me! I'm the one Swordsman! I am the swordsman!" Gong Nanbei was so angry that he wanted to scold her!
Cui Yu was a little confused when he heard this. Why did he choose it instead of me?
"Senior brother, could it be that he is out of love?" Cui Yu asked cautiously from the side. Gong Nanbei glared at Cui Yu: "It's not lovelorn, but it's much more serious than lovelorn."
"I have decided that starting from today, I will teach you swordsmanship. I will make you the best swordsman in the world!" Gong Nanbei looked at Cui Yu, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.
"???" Cui Yu looked at Gong Nanbei, his mind filled with questions. What the hell is this? What is he talking about?
Make me a unique swordsman in heaven and earth? As a person who relies on supernatural powers for a living, why should I practice swordsmanship?
Sword training is so slow and uncomfortable. Is there anything more comfortable in this world than directly practicing magical powers?
Thousands of thoughts kept flashing in Cui Yu's heart, and he looked at Gong Nanbei with his eyes. He didn't know why Gong Nanbei suddenly taught him the way of swordsmanship.
"Senior brother, have you encountered some kind of disaster? You feel like you can't get through it, so you want to leave a legacy?" Cui Yu looked at Gong Nanbei: "If you encounter any difficulties, you might as well speak up. Although I am not very capable, I can There may still be ways to solve the problem." Langong Nanbei glared at Cui Yu helplessly, his chest heaving with anger, and slapped Cui Yu on the back of the head, then stamped his foot, and saw a wooden sword flying in the corner. It fell into the hands of Gong Nanbei.
"You just encountered an insurmountable disaster. I just want to see why you were chosen." Gong Nanbei said angrily.
Cui Yu was a little confused when he heard this, and his eyes were full of surprise.
"Why can't I understand what senior brother is saying at all?" Cui Yu was puzzled.
"If you want to understand the innate sword, the first step is induction. What is induction? The first step of induction is familiarity. Familiar with every structure of the sword, familiar with every texture of the sword. Close your eyes, the sword is like looking at flowers in the palm of your hand, There are no flaws or textures." Gong Nanbei handed the wooden sword to Cui Yu: "You must remember all the textures on this sword now, as familiar as the hair and skin of your own body."
"I don't want to practice swordsmanship." Cui Yu resisted and took the wooden sword. Looking at Gong Nanbei's unyielding look, Lan Ke had no choice but to take the sword and hold it in his hand for a while to look at it.
As his martial arts skills improved and his body gradually became stronger, Cui Yu's soul also became stronger.
A wooden sword, but all of it has been engraved in my mind in just a moment.
"Then close your eyes, feel the wooden sword in your hand, and imagine that the wooden sword in your hand is a living thing." Gong Nanbei said.
"But it's clearly a dead thing." Cui Yu stared at Gong Nanbei. How can a dead thing become a living thing?
Unless he performs material transformation. Lan had only a flash of thought in Cui Yu's mind, but he still obeyed Gong Nanbei's request.
Although he didn't know why White House Nanbei suddenly accepted him as his disciple, and why he suddenly taught him swordsmanship, don't think about things you don't understand.
There is no harm in practicing swordsmanship for Cui Yu, as it can provide him with an additional means of attack at critical moments. Moreover, future battles will inevitably involve fighting with others.
Magical power is the key to defeating the enemy and plays a decisive role in defeating the enemy. There are countless weird methods and magical powers in this world that are hard to guard against. If someone accidentally finds out the trump card, it will be the end of the game.
It's just that Cui Yu really didn't have the talent to practice swords. He stood under the big locust tree with a wooden sword in both hands. He stood for three full days, but he still had no connection with the wooden sword in his hands.
"It shouldn't be." Gong Nanbei looked at Cui Yu who was standing under the big tree, his eyes full of confusion: "He was chosen by the Innate Divine Sword. Not to mention his talent in swordsmanship, it should be extremely rare and rare. It’s so rare, how come you don’t feel anything at all?” Lan
"In the world of sword cultivators, those with outstanding talent can sense it in a day. Those with extremely talented people can sense it in an hour. Those with rare talent can sense it in a quarter of an hour. He can be spotted by the innate divine sword. His talent should be unprecedented, and he can sense it in just one breath. It's only if you can sense it." Gong Nanbei's eyes were full of confusion: "Could he be a fake sword cultivator? Is the innate sword blind?" When he first realized the way of the sword, in just three breaths, he could already compete with the sword in his hand. The wooden sword communicates and enters the realm of human and sword unity.
"Do you feel it?" Gong Nanbei looked at Cui Yu. Cui Yu shook his head when he heard this, his eyes full of embarrassment: "Brother, am I not good at practicing swordsmanship?" Cui Yu was a little autistic.
Gong Nanbei looked at Cui Yu, then looked at the wooden sword in Cui Yu's hand, then took the wooden sword over, looked at it for a long time, and then broke the wooden sword: "The innate divine sword is blind."
"Don't practice sword practice in the future. Sword practice is not suitable for you." After saying this, Gong Nanbei sat in the corner and sulked, holding the scabbard of his sword.
At this moment, he really couldn't figure out how far behind he was compared to Cui Yu. I am the purest sword cultivator, with a natural sword bone. Why did the innate divine sword choose Cui Yu but not me?
This is simply unreasonable. Cui Yu looked at Gong Nanbei and felt a little baffled. But he still obediently returned to practice boxing under the big tree.
Time passes little by little, and the days are like ticking drops of water, gone forever. A month passed in a blink of an eye.
Mi Zhu and Yan Qu stood upstairs in front of Cui Yu's rice shop, looking at the bags of corn with a look of contemplation in their eyes.
"Cui Yu was driven away and the rice was replaced with ordinary corn. Where did they get the corn? And there was so much corn?" Yan Qu looked at Mi Zhu with his eyes. He suspected that he was from the Mi family. Trouble in secret.
"That's a great sect of the Haoran lineage, with a saint at the helm. It's not difficult to get a batch of rice noodles, right?" Mi Zhu defended: "And I heard that a large amount of rice appeared in Haojing these days. The dignitaries of Haojing are buying in large quantities. Not only Haojing, but also the territories of the other 365 princes, there are large quantities of rice for sale." Mi Zhu said: "Suddenly there is so much rice in the world. It is simply too abnormal. As the vitality between heaven and earth declines day by day, the production of rice is also declining day by day. In the past thousand years, the rice production of major families has dropped by more than 50%. The life of bloodline people will become increasingly difficult, otherwise the rice of each family will become more and more difficult. How dare the spirit warriors overthrow the rule of the bloodline people and take advantage of them?"
"The rice that suddenly appears now is as much as it was produced in the past five hundred years. This is an astronomical amount. Once digested and absorbed by the bloodline people, the bloodline people may be able to reappear the small glory of the past and make a final struggle."
"Are you sure that those selling rice are all disciples of Haoran's lineage?" Yan Qu asked. Lan
"Not only the Haoran Academy, but also the disciples of the Chen family of Dayu, as well as branches of the Chen family. Now the disciples of the Haoran lineage and the Chen family of Dayu have become the guests of various princes, and have become a shining star in front of all princes and kings. A person with a hot hand is really very majestic. Three hundred and sixty-five princes and kings used all means to beg to visit the powerful people of the Chen family." When Mi Zhu said this, his eyes became a little hot: " The Chen family of Dayu has become prosperous this time. With the help of rice, they have completely escaped Dayu and began to make plans to bet on the 365 princes."
"Rice!" Yan Qu took a breath: "Everything is rice! No bloodline family can refuse rice!"
"But where does the rice from the Haoran lineage and the rice from the Chen family come from?" Mi Zhu's eyes were full of doubts: "I monitored the entire Daliang City, but I didn't notice the movement of the disciples of Haoran Academy." This one In the past few months, countless amounts of rice have been sold to the outside world. Of course, Mi Zhu and Yan Qu were also investigating secretly, but after repeated investigations, they found nothing.
I saw countless amounts of ordinary rice being transported, but not a large amount of rice being transported out. Even those countless meters have no idea where they came from.
It's like it came out of nowhere. Lanyan Qu was speechless. He picked up the tea and took a sip quietly. He had not been idle recently, secretly investigating the rice sales of the Chen family and Haoran.
Unfortunately, he also didn't notice things that the Mi family didn't notice. Perfect! Chen Lu made it perfect.
Thinking about it, why can't such a shameful thing be done flawlessly? The strength of the Mi family is spread all over the world. Even if it is not as good as the lineage of Li Shengren, the Mi family is better than the others.
The Mi family is a blood family, connected by blood. One suffers, one suffers, one prospers, both prosper, united by blood as a bond.
Although the lineage of Saint Lanli is very powerful, the disciples of Saint Lanli are also in a small group of three or five, and everyone in the group has their own thoughts. How can they be completely united?
The Mi family works hard, and although the Lisheng lineage is powerful, how many are really willing to work hard?
"I don't believe it. That rice was conjured out of thin air. With so much rice, how could the other party not leave any clues? There must be some clues that we have ignored." Mi Zhu felt unwillingly.
That’s rice! Originally, when Cui Yu was in charge of the rice shop, although Mi Zhu could not obtain rice directly, he could purchase Cui Yu's rice for his own use.
Now that a disciple of Haoran's lineage is in charge of Mipu, there is no room for him as a middleman to play.
"If you want to know the origin of rice, it's actually quite simple. You don't have to spend so much time and effort to make a big show of it." Yan Qu put down the tea cup and looked at Mi Zhu with his eyes, and his words meant something.
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"How to check?" Mi Zhu asked.
"Why don't we just go and ask Cui Yu directly?" Yan Chuan said.
"Go and ask Cui Yu directly?" Mi Zhu was stunned: "Can he tell us?"
"Why do you think Cui Yu dared not come out in the courtyard north and south of the palace for a month?" Yan Qu said with a smile: "And it involves a big secret like rice. Do you think Cui Yu will willingly hand it over to Haoran Academy?"
"Even if you want to become enlightened for the sake of the old Confucian, it is absolutely not possible. People are selfish. For their own interests, father and son can betray each other, let alone the interests of Taikoo?"
"It concerns Taikoo's interests. Cui Yu may be able to use Taikoo Demon God to save the old Confucian scholar, but he will never hand over Taikoo's interests to others and let others master Taikoo's secrets to save the old Confucian scholar. You said Now Cui Yu is hiding in the north and south of the palace, while Haoran's lineage is selling rice wantonly, why?" Yan Channel.
"Go and ask Cui Yu directly? Will Cui Yu tell us?" Mi Zhu was still a little worried: "He is still a disciple of Haoran Academy after all. Will it damage the interests of Haoran Academy and tell us?" Lan
"Haoran Academy is a human vassal state. The scholar-bureaucrats and ministers in the vassal states can betray their own vassal states, let alone those disciples of Haoran Academy? How many years has Cui Yucai been in the Haoran lineage? How long have he known the old Confucian scholar? ? Maybe I have some feelings for the old Confucian scholar, but if I say that I have feelings and a sense of belonging with Haoran, I won’t believe it to death. If you can cultivate to his level, will you be restrained by a mere sense of belonging?" Yan Qu smiled softly. : "I don't believe it. If it were you, would you be loyal to the Emperor of Zhou?" "Not only would I not be loyal to the Emperor of Zhou, I'm afraid that all the princes in the world would not be loyal to the Emperor of Zhou. If those people If you were loyal to the Emperor of Zhou, there would be no earth-shattering battle in Kunlun Mountain.
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"According to what you said, maybe we can really break the situation with Cui Yu." Mi Zhu said.
"I'm going to meet Cui Yu." Yan Qu didn't delay. Thinking of this, he stood up and walked out.
"Pay attention to your whereabouts, and be sure not to be seen by the disciples of the Haoran lineage." Mi Zhu quickly warned.
"I'm not afraid that they will see it, but I'm afraid that they won't be able to see it." Yan Qu smiled softly.
