"If I don't suffer some hardships, I will really become a disciple of Master in the future. I think my junior brother will not be able to carry such a heavy burden. It is better to suffer more on weekdays than to lose my life." The scholar stood alone in the Outside the shop, he had been standing still for quite some time, but his eyes had been staring at the increasingly red sword furnace, talking to himself.
Shuijun had told him earlier that when the sword comes out of the furnace, Yun Zhong will probably have to pay a share of the blame. Although it won't make people faint from the pain for a while, the lower the level and the lower the talent, the harder the pain will be. Yes, even if the young man passes this level, the Spirit Opening Style may not really suit his heart. As for whether he takes the risk or not, it all depends on Liu Qing's wishes.
As a senior fellow student, I should not stop him from encountering any opportunity. However, as a senior fellow disciple of Nangong Mountain, the scholar is really at a loss.
It wasn't that he was afraid of hurting Yun Zhong and having his master scold him when he returned to the mountain gate, but he was really reluctant to put his junior brother in danger.
Liu Qing's mind was so clear and clear. With just a few words from his master after returning to the mountain, he could tell that his little junior brother was not a lucky person to begin with. Maybe ordinary people only have to experience it when they reach the age of Zhongtian. The feeling of being lonely and widowed, the junior brother already regarded it as a home-cooked meal, and the talent in cultivation was not satisfactory. As a senior brother, how could he let the junior brother suffer without frowning.
If the young man had not said that he wanted to give it a try, I am afraid that until the sword was ready, the scholar would just stand there with the young man and not compete with God for the blessing of enlightenment.
But the junior brother just said that he wanted to try it.
Liu Qing was still unsure whether to be a senior brother or a senior brother on Nangong Mountain.
Liu Qing knew full well that what she just said was not meant for her junior brother, but for herself who was still undecided.
If you have a clear mind in everything and know your qi by playing chess, who will have no time to find a reason to persuade yourself; and if you can persuade easily, how can there be all kinds of depression in the hearts of the world, relying on wine, food and wind all day long cover.
The scholar is very bored.
The men in black robes knocked on the mountain gate, and the cicadas kept chirping in their ears. At worst, they blocked the door for several times; in the alley, the sword was as bright as day, and even almost touched the ear, or at worst, they picked up Dongshan City and smashed it. The two are completely counted. It's not that he was bored, but the scholar's brows were raised for a moment, but he was really a little bored.
The bamboo chair that the man had moved aside earlier was made from his own shop, and the weak joints were tightened with copper and iron hoops. For two or three years, it managed to hold up the strong frame of the blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop. You must know that this group of shirtless men, who have always behaved in a manner that has nothing to do with elegance, have never had the habit of sitting down and getting up lightly. When they are tired of work, they rarely take a break, so they lean back on the chair very roughly, wait until they catch their breath, and then pick up the hammer. There is nothing particular about going into battle.
Despite this, this bamboo chair remains as stable as ever.
Liu Qing did not sit down for a moment, but countless bamboo thorns protruded around the bamboo chair.
"Don't take it out on that bamboo chair," Shuijun opened his eyes and looked outside, "You, the first disciple of Wu Shuang, have good talents, but your mentality still needs to be polished."
The implication of Shuijun's words was very obvious. He could not calm his mind over such a trivial matter. If he went out to travel around the world in the future, it would actually be Wu Shuang's face that he would lose.
But Wu Zhao next to him didn't know why. He thought it was because his master was worried about the bamboo chair. He pulled the bellows without any delay, but he smiled honestly and said, "Master, don't be angry. That bamboo chair has been stained with oil and iron filings for many years." , it’s almost covered with a layer of starch, and it can’t be cleaned even with scrubbing, so why not take this opportunity to buy a new chair.”
After he finished speaking, Suicune looked at his disciple, who had a bright mind and was not yet stained with dust. Maybe he didn't know how to speak, or maybe he thought of his disciple's mind and was worried about how to teach him in the future, so he immediately closed his eyes and stopped talking. speech.
Liu Qing suddenly smiled, gathered the hem of her clothes into her palms, and sat down gently on the bamboo chair.
The bamboo thorns close up.
Whether it is the senior brother or the senior brother from Nangongshan, since the junior brother has already gone to find his own opportunity, as the person holding the battle, he really needs to be calm and focused in case of emergencies.
It's easy to understand, but difficult to do.
The scholar closed his eyes slightly and started to meditate.
One formation rises, another formation rises.
The sky is bright and bright today. Although it is approaching dusk, the taste of rice wine in the streets is still sweet and refreshing. Passersby have smiles on their faces, discussing whether to buy some old dishes for the winter, or to sit at home tonight and cook the old dishes and new wine. Huo was snoring; the birds in the trees had not yet returned to their nests, and seemed to feel a bit chilly. They fluttered their wings and flew up to the lanterns hanging outside the residents' homes to warm themselves with light candles.
No one knew that more than a dozen large formations had been set up beside the canal.
Suicune didn't say anything to stop him. Ordinarily, with his ability, there would be no need for the young man at the door to set up an array, and he would use it to protect his junior disciple's life if he failed to open the spirit, and infuse it with the vigorous energy from more than a dozen large arrays.
But Suijun still didn't give any advice.
If the senior brother wants to do something for his junior brother, how can he stop him.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be very mature today." The young man looked at his eyes with fire shooting up into the sky, squeezed his arms, and guessed that he was already mature enough. He licked his already fried lips and said helplessly to himself.
He struck the piece of cold iron dozens of times and dug out the Lancang water several times, but it had no effect at all. Instead, the hotter iron section burned his palms and arms.
In times of crisis, calmness is of course crucial, but who can always remain sane in such horrific and sinister scenes? There must be people like this in the world, but the current Yun Zhong is far away from this state. What's more, the meridians all over his body are like falling into an icy abyss and sometimes like stepping on a sea of fire. The pain is endless and clouds surround him. Zhong still has a tough temperament, but he can't hold on at this moment.
After two sticks of incense, the time is probably 10 to 10.
"Senior brother, what would you do if you were in this fire?" the young man murmured.
So the young man endured the pain of being slashed by knives and axes all over his body, imitating his senior brother's appearance, with an indifferent expression, and slowly sat cross-legged in the void.
Although the fire in the furnace hurts, my mind is still awake.
"Then what should I do if it were Master?" Yun Zhong closed his eyes, no longer thinking about how much length of the two sticks of incense were left in his heart.
At the top of Nangong Mountain, the Sword Immortal who was no longer so fat put his hand into the lapel of his clothes and scratched his lower back. His fingers seemed to feel a little cold. Sword Immortal Wu shivered, his expression slightly sullen, and then he called out Qingshuang. The sword came and slashed towards the sky.
The sky clouds dissipated, along with the heavy snowfall.
"That's about it." The sword immortal put his sword back into its sheath and raised his brows slightly, "This ghostly scene, why do you provoke a sword practitioner?"
At the same time, the young man also held the iron rod.
It was like holding the rusty green frost in my hand.
What else can a swordsman do? He can only use his sword.
