"Hiss..." Ding Xiaoyi looked at the red and swollen palms, he just wanted to cry without tears. And his pleasant days also changed because of Ziyu's arrival.
As long as he can't recite the righteous song, he will be slapped in the palm. How has Ding Xiaoyi ever experienced such humiliation? He felt that his experience in Shushan was the greatest shame in his life.
But he brought all this on himself. He wanted to come to Shushan himself.
"Ouch, old guy, you must be cruel. Stinky Ziyu, you are really capable of killing me."
"You have a husband but no friends, I must ask Emperor Yong to disqualify you from the title of Mr. Shushan." Ding Xiaoyi wailed while looking at the deformed palm of his hand.
What kind of world is this? It is said that the gentlemen in Shushan are the most reasonable. But in Ding Xiaoyi's view, the old guy in Shushan and these little guys are a group of tyrannical maniacs.
There was a numbing feeling in the palm of his hand, and a strange airflow flowed from the palm towards his body.
But Ding Xiaoyi was completely unaware of all this. He scolded Ziyu and the old man, and he felt that they were targeting him.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand Haoran's righteousness. With his sword in his hand, he can dictate an era. Why did he have to come to Shushan? Why did he come to Shushan to seek abuse?
"Boy, aren't you avenging your mother's murder? Li Hongying is in Shushan. She has realized Haoran's righteousness, but you are still far away." Ding Xiaoyi scolded the old guy and Ziyu in his heart After reading it all over, the old guy's gloating voice sounded in my ears.
As soon as he heard the old guy's voice, Ding Xiaoyi shuddered inexplicably. This old guy is everywhere, he really wants to break through this vast world.
"Old guy, don't be complacent. One day, I, Ding Xiaoyi, will destroy this vast world." Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and roared.
His voice echoed over the cliff and lingered for a long time. The voice of Mr. Shushan had long since disappeared.
Ding Xiaoyi thought of the purpose of coming to Shushan, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. What others can do, why can't he do it?
He looked up at the densely packed righteousness songs and read silently word for word. The words contained the supreme laws of the Great Dao. Ding Xiaoyi only memorized them by rote and naturally did not think so much about them.
Because the palms of his hands were so red and swollen that Ziyu used a ruler, he could no longer even dance with a sword.
In this way, Ding Xiaoyi stayed under the cliff for several days, and he was able to recite dozens more lines of righteousness songs.
Ziyu is also very pleased with Ding Xiaoyi's progress. But there was no shortage of slaps on the palms of my hands. This made Ding Xiaoyi angry and angry. Ziyu probably came here to humiliate him intentionally.
After Ziyu slapped Ding Xiaoyi's palm, he said a lot of words of encouragement to Ding Xiaoyi, and then left with his hands behind his back.
Looking at Ziyu's elegant back, Ding Xiaoyi gritted his teeth with hatred, it was so disgusting. But he had no choice. He couldn't beat the other party, he couldn't scold him, so he could only let him control him.
Fortunately, under Ziyu's supervision, Ding Xiaoyi's progress has been very rapid. If no one forced him, he wouldn't be so fast.
He has memorized all the righteous songs.
"The heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the stars. People say it is vast, and it is so abundant that it blocks the sky and the sky. The imperial road should be clear and clear, containing the harmony and opening up to the Ming Dynasty. The time is at the end of the season. See..." Ding Xiaoyi's voice echoed over the cliff. He didn't know that a pure Yang domineering air flow had begun to gather in his meridians.
"Well, yes, Junior Brother Ding is indeed a genius. He has recited this righteous song in less than ten days." Ziyu came to review the progress of Ding Xiaoyi's recitation. When he heard that Ding Xiaoyi had recited the entire poem After reciting all the righteous songs, he clapped his hands and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, a proud expression appeared on his face. He is a genius in swordsmanship, how can a mere righteous song stump him?
But the next words made Ding Xiaoyi take a breath of air.
"Junior brother Ding, if you still can't understand the righteousness of Haoran, then you will be beaten three hundred times every day until you understand the righteousness of Haoran." Ziyu said to Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.
Ding Xiaoyi's proud expression froze, and he looked at Ziyu in disbelief. This, this, this is too cruel.
"I protest, you are abusing students, I want to protest." Ding Xiaoyi shouted angrily. He believed that Ziyu was avenging his personal revenge.
It was because Ziyu made a bet with Ziming that if Ding Xiaoyi did not realize Haoran's righteousness, Ziyu would wash Ziming's clothes, including underwear, for a month.
"The protest is invalid. This is what sir told me." The smile on Ziyu's face became even stronger. Ding Xiaoyi was so angry that he raised his fist and rushed towards Ziyu.
With a "bang" sound, Ding Xiaoyi's body flew up upside down like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily.
He fell into pieces and chewed up shit.
"You are abusing students..." Ding Xiaoyi cursed angrily, but Ziyu ignored him and left again with his hands behind his back.
The ruler in his hand seemed to have become Ding Xiaoyi's nightmare, lingering in his mind.
"Old guy, I must expose this vast world of yours," Ding Xiaoyi pointed at the sky and roared.
It was so frustrating. He had never been so frustrated. Ziyu was simply humiliating him and crushing his self-esteem.
Once his cultivation is restored, he must make Ziyu and the old guy pay several times the price. Thinking of being hit three hundred times a day, Ding Xiaoyi looked at his hands that had been beaten so badly by the ruler that he felt a wail in his heart.
The days passed under this humiliation again, and several days passed in a flash. Ding Xiaoyi memorized the righteous song in his mind, and he looked at the words on the cliff.
He felt that his body seemed to resonate with the words on the cliff. This resonance is very subtle, and it also gives him a sense of enlightenment and comfort.
Then, Ding Xiaoyi felt a weak air flow from his body.
Could this be the legendary Haoran righteousness? Ding Xiaoyi showed an excited expression on his face. The light in his eyes burst out.
He suddenly found this air rushing against the confinement in his body. Although this air flow was extremely weak, he could feel that it contained the power of domineering pure Yang, which was Haoran's righteousness.
He couldn't help but raise his head and roar. In the past ten days, he has suffered the most miserable experience in his life.
What is peace of mind and what is tears of joy? Ding Xiaoyi felt as if he had been reborn.
He finally realized the great righteousness. He chanted the righteousness song silently, and the air flow headed towards his Dantian.
"Boom...", he felt a loud bang in his Dantian. The crippled Linghai Zhuoshi Qinglian emitted bursts of thunder and lightning, and the light merged with the airflow in his super veins.
"Bang, bang, bang", when the power of thunder and lightning in his spiritual sea merged with the air flow, a dull sound came from the spiritual sea.
The electric light from Zhuo Shi Qinglian intertwined with the air flow, and an even more majestic air flow surged out.
The air flow headed towards the Zhuo Shi Qinglian like a tide, and the power of thunder and lightning turned into the supreme power of the laws of heaven and earth and poured towards his sea of life.
"Boom...", the Zhuo Shi Qinglian suddenly exploded, and Ding Xiaoyi felt a majestic aura slowly taking shape in the crippled spiritual sea.
He looked inside his spiritual sea and found that his spiritual sea had become more majestic and vast, like an endless sea.
He felt that his spiritual sea was slowly taking shape, and the Gang Yuan contained in this spiritual sea was more domineering and purer.
"Hahahaha..." Ding Xiaoyi's grievances these days finally paid off. The spiritual sea in his body was slowly taking shape, and the rolling Gang Yuan began to condense.
That Gang Yuan contains the awe-inspiring righteousness and the light of thunder and lightning. His spiritual sea turned golden yellow, like a golden sea surface.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Ding, congratulations to Junior Brother Ding," Ziyu's annoying voice sounded again. Ziyu didn't know when he appeared next to Ding Xiaoyi again.
Seeing that disgusting face, Ding Xiaoyi grabbed it with his right hand. The Human Sword shot out from the ground and landed firmly in his hand.
"Well, sir, you still have something to do with me. You can do whatever you want." Ziyu never gave Ding Xiaoyi a chance. His expression changed slightly, and his body turned into several afterimages and disappeared from Ding Xiaoyi's sight.
