Cheng Ling and Fang Jie went to the academy square hand in hand. They saw that there were 70% fewer monks in the square, and only 30% were able to participate in the final disciple assessment.
Cheng Ling was secretly surprised. This Sword Academy was indeed the largest force in the south. The three levels of disciple assessment alone were able to eliminate hundreds of thousands of monks, leaving less than 50,000. And obviously, many will definitely be eliminated during the assessment.
After waiting in the square for a quarter of an hour, seeing that no monks continued to come, an old man slowly walked to the center of the square and said: "Welcome everyone to come and participate in the assessment of the Famous Sword Academy. The academy has three branches. You can Make your own choice.”
"But you only have one chance to choose. If any branch is eliminated, you will have no choice but to leave. There will be no second chance, so please consider it carefully! Okay, without further ado, the assessment will begin, and you will go in turn. "
Fang Jie said to Cheng Ling: "Brother Cheng, have you seen the three flags in front of you? The sword on the top is the assessment point of the Kendo Academy. Make no mistake, you will definitely pass. I will go to the Martial Arts Academy to take the assessment first. .”
Cheng Ling looked up and saw three flags erected in front of him, one with a sword drawn on it, the other with a Yin Yang Bagua, and the last one with a character, presumably the representative flag of the three academies.
He said: "Okay, I also wish you can pass the exam!"
Fang Jie nodded and walked towards the flag with the characters on it.
Cheng Ling observed for a moment and saw that the disciples from the three academies participating in the assessment were all about the same and evenly divided, so he stopped paying attention and walked towards the assessment point of the Kendo Academy.
A large temporary building was built at each assessment point, and several waves of disciples were received. Cheng Ling counted, and there were about ten assessment points.
It's right after thinking about it. There are more than 50,000 monks. Even if the three points are evenly distributed, there are still more than 10,000. If there is only one assessment point, the speed is too slow. God knows when the assessment will take place.
Cheng Ling crossed the waterfall very early and was in front of most of the monks taking the exam, so it was his turn soon.
He took two steps forward, and a disciple sat next to the desk and asked, "Name?"
"Cheng Ling!"
"age?"
"Twenty years old!"
"Origin?"
"Rogue cultivator!"
"Oh?" The disciple raised his head and asked: "Are you really a casual cultivator?" You must know that the three levels of Famous Sword Academy are not easy to pass. It is not easy for just a casual cultivator. That disciple Can't help but have some doubts.
"It turned out to be a descendant of the Chen family. Unfortunately, the Chen family was destroyed and had to live outside!"
Cheng Ling had already thought of a way to deal with it. There were very few people who knew about his relationship with Liu Qingyan. In the Famous Sword Academy, there were at most a few disciples from Liu Ming and the Cheng family, and most of them were in the inner sect.
If the upper echelons of the academy asked, there would be an excuse. Besides, he was indeed a descendant of the Chen family in name, so there was nothing wrong with him. Moreover, when Liu Qingyan was in the academy, he did not reveal that he was a disciple of the Wuxiang Sword Sect.
"That's it!" The disciple nodded and wrote down the information. Then he said: "Okay, you go and test the spiritual roots!"
Cheng Ling's heart pounded. He was really not sure about the spiritual root test. At least when he was in the Wuxiang Sword Sect, he could practice many types of swordsmanship without seeing his progress slow down. Obviously, since he has mixed spiritual roots from multiple systems, his chances of passing the test are low.
But he had no choice but to go through this stage, so he could only bite the bullet and walk to the equipment for detecting spiritual roots.
I saw a disciple in front of me sitting behind a table. There was a round tray on the table. There was an instrument on the tray with many light beams on it. The disciple said: "Put your hand on it and input the true essence."
Cheng Ling reluctantly put his hand on the instrument, his true energy was running, and he didn't dare to look at it at all. After waiting for a long time, I heard the disciple say "Hey" in surprise.
He sighed in his heart, it seemed that he still couldn't pass this level and could only be eliminated. Just as he was about to get up and turn around, he heard the disciple say: "Yes, it turns out to be a single-line wood spirit root, and its quality has reached the ninth level. It has excellent spiritual root attributes. Congratulations, junior brother!"
He didn't even wait for the final assessment before calling him junior brother directly.
Cheng Ling was puzzled, what's going on, why is there only one kind of spiritual root, and it's the best wood spiritual root. Isn't that a very good cultivation qualification? But how can he explain that he can practice the swordsmanship of wind, ice, and thunder, and understand the artistic conception of wind and thunder?
Is this instrument broken? But it doesn't look like it. The other monks' tests were all fine just now, so why did something go wrong when it came to me?
He was puzzled, and the disciple urged: "Junior brother, your spiritual roots are very good, and you have a great chance of passing. Go and take the final test!"
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly. After thinking about this for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason. In the end, he had to give up. Since he passed, he didn't care. It was more important to go to the final assessment first.
He continued forward and came to the house. As soon as he entered, he felt a fierce sword force approaching, which almost caused fluctuations in the sword intent in his body. He hurriedly suppressed the fluctuations in his body, channeled his true energy, and resisted.
After half a cup of tea, a voice came: "Yes, you can resist my momentum. Your foundation is very solid. Now, just observe in the room. During the tea time, you can understand a sword move."
Cheng Ling looked up and saw an old man sitting in front of him, his eyes bright and focused, as if he wanted to see through him.
His heart trembled, his true energy circulated, his sharp eyes instantly disappeared, and he began to look around. The furnishings in the house are very simple, with two sets of tables and chairs on the left and right, a square table at the top, and the old man sitting on the Taishi chair behind the table.
Behind the old man hangs this landscape painting, with green pines and green bamboos on it. There are also several calligraphy paintings hanging on the left and right sides of the room. The fonts written on each one look like a sword move.
Cheng Ling had a panoramic view of the house in an instant. If he understood the sword moves, he could use them immediately. It's just that the calligraphy and painting around him are too simple, and the sword moves are also very superficial. He doesn't bother to use such sword moves to pass the test.
Then the only ones left are tables and chairs. How can tables and chairs understand sword moves? At this moment, he suddenly remembered the sword power he felt when he first entered the door. Isn’t the old man in front of me a good candidate for understanding?
The old man was the old swordsman who paid attention to Cheng Ling. He knew that a monk like Cheng Ling, who had a superficial understanding of the meaning of swordsmanship, would never go to any other taoist academy and would definitely choose the kendo academy.
Sure enough, after waiting for a while, he saw Cheng Ling's figure. What's more valuable is that Cheng Ling is only twenty years old and has pure wood's top spiritual roots. As a result, his interest became even greater, and he decided to come for the assessment in person.
As soon as Cheng Ling entered the house, he exuded the power of the sword, wanting to see how far he understood the sword's intention. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling took it on forcefully. He didn't even feel the fluctuations of the sword's intention. His basic skills and control were amazing. He liked it even more. It just depended on his final understanding.
He believes that it is not difficult to understand the sword style. What is difficult is to understand what kind of sword style. If
Just the sword style, he will be disappointed. Therefore, from the moment Cheng Ling entered the house, he kept staring without relaxing at all!
When I saw him firing in a circle, there was no movement at all. One-third of the time had passed, and I couldn't help but feel anxious. Could it be that he didn't have a high level of understanding? That would be a pity.
At this moment, he suddenly found that Cheng Ling was staring at him closely, his eyes shining, not giving in at all! The old swordsman was wondering, why was he always staring at him if he didn't understand the sword style? Could it be that he can understand the sword style just by looking at me?
What Cheng Ling saw in his eyes was not just an old man. The old swordsman has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years. Naturally, the sword power exuded from his body is very powerful. He put his hands on his knees and sat upright, facing the mountains like a huge sword.
His body is motionless, just like the sword stance has not yet come out, which is the preparation of momentum; his waist is straight, just like the sword body, which is the strike; his eyes are like gods, just like the sword's light, which is the killing move of the sword stance.
In an instant, Cheng Ling moved, holding the Thunder Cloud Sword. True energy flowed throughout his body, and a faint sword light flashed on the sword. Like wind, like thunder, he thrust his sword towards the old man with incomparable speed!
The old man's pupils shrank, this sword was somewhat interesting. He actually learned a killing move from this old man. His talent and understanding are truly astonishing. The Kendo Academy is expected to prosper, haha!
You must know that the disciples who are usually assessed can at most understand a sword move from the calligraphy and paintings around the room, and most of the sword moves are mediocre and can only be regarded as barely passing. Only a very small number of monks have learned some interesting sword styles from the tables, chairs, beams, etc. of the house.
The layout of this room is very mysterious to begin with, it was set up for the disciples to understand the sword style. I have been examining my disciples for hundreds of years, but I have only seen a few sword styles that are of some note. They are defensive, offensive, or both defensive and offensive, which is already very good.
But I have never seen a monk like Cheng Ling who understood the ultimate move from himself in less than half a cup of tea. Moreover, this killing move is fast, ruthless, and accurate, with almost no flaws. The only thing lacking is the originality, which is not rounded enough, and the cultivation level is also a bit low.
If the other elders of the Kendo Academy knew what the old man was thinking now, they would definitely curse him. You think that people like you have been practicing for thousands of years, but you are just a twenty-year-old green-skinned young man. In the time of half a cup of tea, you can also create a killing move for me to see!
Damn old swordsman, don’t be so obedient when you get an advantage. For a disciple with such talent and understanding, you should burn incense!
The old swordsman's mind was spinning, and in less than a breath, Cheng Ling's long sword had already arrived in front of him. I liked it even more. Unexpectedly, the speed of the sword increased a few points. This disciple is really rare!
He stretched out his right hand and pinched it lightly with his two index fingers. Cheng Ling's sword moves stopped, unable to move forward or retreat.
The old swordsman was still comprehending the power and changes in the sword style, but Cheng Ling was embarrassed. Although there was a long sword between the two of them, in the end his sword moves sped up a bit. Jian Laodao clamped the sword in the middle of the sword body, and the distance between the two was extremely close.
Cheng Ling could even see the old man's sparse and short gray beard, and his whole body was lying on the table, looking like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep.
But the person in front of me is not a beautiful little sister, but a bad old man. I can't get in, I can't get out, it's really depressing.
After a long time, the old man realized what was happening. He raised his head and his lips met, making a close contact. Cheng Ling was struck by lightning, and tears almost flowed from her eyes. Her first kiss was gone. Could it be that this old man was an old glass? Do you want to have a sunset with me?
