The morning breeze is getting cooler, the scorching sun is fading, and it’s time for midsummer to recede and autumn to be crisp. The lush branches and leaves in Shaoyang Mountain are somewhat depressed.
Halfway up the mountainside of Shaoyang Peak, there is a stone martial arts training ground. Fifty or sixty teenage boys sat in a circle on the ground. In the center of the circle, two young men holding wooden swords were fighting with each other.
I saw the slightly tall young man, the wooden sword in his hand was as fast as the wind, and his sword-like attacks were continuous. The slightly fat young man could only hold on with all his strength and had no power to fight back.
Outside the crowd, two inner disciples wearing Jiuhua white robes stood together, softly commenting on the performance of the two teenagers from time to time.
"Senior Brother Wu, looking at Qin Yunchuan's Jiuhua Sword Technique, it's already very powerful. I'm afraid it has already reached the fifth or sixth level. After practicing quietly for three or two years, I should be able to reach the ninth level."
The man beside him nodded slightly and said, "That's right. As soon as Qin Yunchuan entered the mountain, I saw that this boy has excellent qualifications and is a wizard who practices immortality and Taoism. But I never expected that in just three years, he would actually He has been able to practice Jiuhua Sword Technique to the fifth level. And his cultivation has also reached the late stage of concentration. But he is half a year earlier than other disciples who started at the same time. Even Su Yingying, Zhou Yan and others are in front of him. Far inferior."
These two people are the coaches of Shaoyang Peak Zhi Shoutang and Zunyitang. And these fifty or sixty young men are naturally the outer disciples of the two halls.
Fan He said, "In the past few decades in Jiuhua Mountain, the only one who can compete with him is Senior Brother Yun Shen. It's just a pity that he is outside Wuji Ruins..." Fan He said this with regret on his face. He shook his head and stopped talking.
As the two of them were talking, the action in the venue became more and more intense. I saw Qin Yunchuan's offensive becoming more and more fierce. The wooden sword in his hand was suddenly as powerful and heavy as Mount Tai, and suddenly as sharp and elegant as a leaf blown by the wind, with every move hitting the fat boy's vitals.
Despite this, the slightly fat boy was still struggling to hold on. Use the Shou Zi Jue in Jiuhua Sword Technique to protect the vital parts of the body.
This Jiuhua Sword Technique is the introductory sword technique of Jiuhua Mountain. Like the Shaoyang Nazhen Sutra, these are the two major techniques that these outer disciples must practice after they first enter Jiuhua.
In the assessment of outer disciples three years later, the first masters among the peaks will decide whether to join the disciples based on each outer disciple's level of practice in these two techniques.
And looking at Qin Yunchuan's cultivation, there shouldn't be any problem in joining Shoufeng's sect.
Wu Kangnian said, "This Han Yao is truly worthy of being a disciple of the Han family. Although his qualifications are much worse than Qin Yunchuan's. However, it is extremely good to be able to last in his hands for so long."
After Han Yao managed to hold on for more than ten moves, he was finally unable to keep up with Qin Yunchuan's fierce offensive due to lack of true energy. He barely resisted for another four or five rounds before Qin Yunchuan caught a flaw and suddenly knocked it out of his hand. wooden sword.
Qin Yunchuan hung the wooden sword upside down with both hands, cupped his hands slightly and said, "Junior brother Han, I accept."
Han Yao said, "We haven't seen each other for a few days. Senior Brother Qin's cultivation has improved a lot. In time, he will definitely become an outstanding disciple of Jiuhua Mountain. I will have to rely more on senior brother's guidance in the future."
Qin Yunchuan laughed and said, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Han. Senior Brother will naturally give you more guidance in the future. However, you just don't mind that Senior Brother is too harsh on you."
Although the two men spoke calmly, the meaning behind their words was tit for tat. Since three years ago, they rescued Miss Xiaodie from Huayang City and sued Han Yao in front of Zhou Wenyi. The hatred between them was finally settled. Over the past three years, the two sides have been fighting openly and secretly. However, Qin Yunchuan and Mu Jingyu always had the upper hand over Han Yao because they had Su Yingying and Zhou Yan to help them, and Zhou Wenyi and Guo Qingshan as their backers.
"Okay, you two have pretty good cultivation, and you will definitely become the mainstay of our Jiuhua Mountain in the future." Wu Kangnian waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to retreat from the center of the field.
Fan He continued, "In half a month's time, it will be time for you to go to Tianjue Peak and accept the assessment of the master uncles. As long as you can perform well, you will be favored by several master uncles and be accepted into the ninth rank. Inner disciples of Huashan. Only then will you be able to practice Jiuhua's advanced skills and your cultivation will be even more profound. During this time, Coach Wu and I will teach you more strictly and strive to improve your cultivation. A level of refinement.”
In the past three years, these outer disciples of Zhishou Hall and Zunyi Hall have grown from ignorant youths to monastic youths who have begun to take shape. The assessment after half a month will be the key to determine whether they can become inner disciples and practice more advanced techniques.
When all the disciples heard this, they all looked shocked and responded with a loud yes.
Wu Kangnian ordered two more teenagers one after another and entered the center of the field to compete. Provide guidance and guidance on their mistakes from time to time.
On the east side of the venue, there were several girls surrounding them. A girl in a pink skirt tilted her head slightly and asked softly to the girl in purple beside her, "Xiaodie, why didn't I see Jingyu? Do you know where he went?"
This purple-clothed girl was none other than Shen Mengdie they rescued in Huayang City. Three years later, she had grown from that poor girl into a tall and graceful young lady.
Shen Mengdie replied softly, "Sister Zhou, I haven't seen Brother Mu since Coach Fan brought us here. Maybe he went to be lazy somewhere."
Su Yingying's eyes darkened, and she said worriedly, "Jingyu's cultivation has been stuck at the early stage of concentration in the past three years. No matter how hard he practices, he has not made any progress. In half a month's time, the assessment day will come, and he still has You keep wandering around. Are you really not worried at all?"
Three years later, Mu Jingyu was just as Master Tianyang expected. Because his qualifications were so poor, even if he worked a hundred times harder than others, he was still stuck at the early stage of concentration and could no longer improve even half a cent. Even the young people who are new to Jiuhua have reached the early stage of concentration after practicing for half a year. And some disciples with excellent qualifications have surpassed his cultivation level.
Although Guo Qingshan tried countless methods to help Mu Jingyu improve his cultivation. But it is of no use at all. It can only barely improve the realm a little bit.
As time passed, Mu Jingyu also gave up completely. Especially in the past six months, I have rarely attended lectures in Zhishou Hall. Even the competitions convened by Fan He and Wu Kangnian basically no longer participated. Naturally, this time was no exception. He had just arrived at the martial arts training ground with everyone, and when no one was paying attention, he ran away without knowing where he was.
Although Fan He had a heart-to-heart talk with him in private, Mu Jingyu had completely given up on cultivating immortality at this moment and seemed to be giving up on himself. Even though Fan He talked about the truth over and over again, he still didn't have the slightest idea of awakening.
In addition, Guo Qingshan and Zhou Wenyi also tried to persuade him, but it still had no effect. As time passed, Fan He no longer had this patience. Although I felt a little sorry for Mo Yun, there was no better way to solve the problem of Mu Jingyu's poor qualifications. In this last year, I can only let him be free and easy. Even though Mu Jingyu slipped away quietly as soon as they arrived at the martial arts training ground, Fan He just turned a blind eye and paid no attention to it.
Shen Mengdie sighed softly. Since entering Jiuhua Mountain, he has shown great aptitude. It only took three short months to reach the early stage of concentration. Although he is not as good as Qin Yunchuan, he is not weak compared with Zhou Yingying and others. In addition, she is also extremely hard-working, and has now reached the middle stage of concentration. Among the dozens of disciples in Zhishou Hall and Zunyi Hall, there are very few who are better than her.
Although she and Qin Yunchuan often helped and encouraged Mu Jingyu, he gradually began to give up on himself. Even Guo Qingshan and Zhou Wenyi couldn't persuade him, and they two brothers and sisters with different surnames couldn't persuade him even more.
"Sister Su, Brother Mu has almost given up on cultivating Taoism. No matter how much we try to persuade him, it won't help. It's better to just follow his wish and stop forcing him too much."
Su Yingying changed her usual meek temperament and said with a straight face, "How can that be done! If he fails to pass this trial, he will be reduced to Shaoyang Peak and become an outer disciple. Moreover, and I secretly I heard from grandpa that the head master had also inquired about Jingyu’s cultivation in private. After knowing that he was only in the early stage of concentration, he was already quite dissatisfied. Besides, Master Uncle Mo also died because of him. Not only Master Songyang Uncle Mo had a grudge against him, and even the head master had always had a lot of resentment towards him. He often said that if it weren't for the fact that he secretly rescued the princess of the Demon Underworld Palace in Wuji Ruins, Uncle Mo would not have done anything to save him. Dead. If Jingyu fails to pass the test, he might be kicked off Jiuhua Mountain."
After Su Yingying said this, she could no longer sit still. She stood up with a bang and looked around, trying to find Mu Jingyu's figure.
"Where is this brat hiding? Let me find him. I have to bring him back." However, the surrounding mountains are surrounded by deep and dense forests, so where can he be found?
On a towering ancient tree hundreds of feet away, a young man was holding half a dead branch in his mouth, leaning on a thick branch with his legs crossed. He hummed a tune softly and looked at the martial arts training ground in the distance seemingly leisurely.
"Jingyu, why are you hiding here and wanting to relax! Why don't you go to the martial arts training ground and spar with your brothers and sisters?"
At some point, a burly middle-aged man stood under the ancient tree. After glancing at the two outer disciples fighting in the distance, he looked up at the young man in the shadow of the tree.
The young man laughed, sat up, stretched, and said lazily, "Uncle Guo, you are laughing at me again. I still want to compete with them based on my little cultivation. I won't be beaten by them." A bruise on the nose and a swollen face is not bad, there is no room for fighting back."
This middle-aged uncle was naturally Guo Qingshan, the chief disciple of the Jiuhua Sect. Hearing his slightly helpless words, he chuckled a few times, but without any movement, he flew to stand next to the young man. On a thick branch.
"The Mu Jingyu I knew before was a man who refused to admit defeat easily. How come he turned into a ruffian who doesn't want to make progress in just three years?"
Mu Jingyu opened his mouth and spat out the dead branches under the tree, and said with a bitter smile, "Uncle Guo, I don't want this either. But my qualifications are really bad. No matter how hard I try, I haven't made any progress. Maybe, maybe I am not born to be a cultivator of immortality or Taoism."
Guo Qingshan said calmly, "Why, it's only been three years and you're thinking of giving up? Have you forgotten Yun Shen's instructions back then? Have you forgotten the promise you made back then? Have you forgotten Is Bi Yun still in the Demon Underworld Palace, waiting for you to rescue her?"
Although Guo Qingshan's tone was calm, every word and word struck Mu Jingyu's heart like a heavy hammer. His energy and blood surged immediately, and he could no longer maintain his indifferent attitude.
"I have failed Uncle Mo's instructions, and I am afraid I will never be able to rescue Bi Yun. I am not willing to give in, I am not willing to give in! But what can I do? No matter how hard I try, my cultivation progress is slow. Even some of the new disciples have surpassed me. Even if I still don't give up, what can I do!"
Mu Jingyu buried his head deeply between his legs, his shoulders twitching slightly, and the tears he had been holding back could no longer be controlled and burst out of his eyes.
