The competition ground of Yumen is not much different from that of Dimen, except for a few more plum blossom stakes. After all, it is the sect that pays the most attention to swift martial arts. However, it is mostly a competition ground commonly used by disciples of the Eastern and Western sects. There are fewer of them for the Southern sect, but there are fewer for the Northern sect. Hardly used. /p
The Yumen Monthly Trial is held once every three months. The Eastern sect has at most a thousand people, while the Western sect has more than 400 people, the Southern sect has 200 people, and the Northern sect has only fifty people. For the monthly exam, disciples from the East, West and South factions must participate and compete in sequence until the top three are determined, while the Northern faction uses a roll-call challenge system alone. Generally, the lower-ranked disciples challenge the top disciples by name. If they win, the ranking will be changed. Therefore, there is no battle sequence, and every disciple has the qualification not to participate in the monthly test, but as long as he is called to challenge, the disciple must accept it, otherwise he will be considered a loser. /p
Mu Ziyun has always been ranked at the bottom because he never accepted the challenge. /p
Mu Ziyun walked to the elders' table at Guanwu Terrace and bowed to the middle-aged elder in green clothes: "Greetings to Elder Su. I want to sign up for the monthly exam, but I don't know if I can make it in time."/p
Without raising his head, Elder Su waved his hand and replied: "The monthly exam will be over soon, wait until next time, and spend more time practicing." He thought that Mu Ziyun was a disciple of the East-West-Southern Sect, who had just been a month old. If you are defeated in a martial arts competition and feel dissatisfied, and want to re-register and challenge your opponent again, this rule is allowed. /p
Mu Ziyun bowed again and said, "Elder, this disciple belongs to the Northern Sect."/p
"Oh?" Elder Su raised his face and couldn't hide his surprise, "Is it you, Mu Ziyun? Are you going to take the monthly exam?"/p
Mu Ziyun nodded and said yes, the elders were still familiar with Mu Ziyun. When ten-year-old Wa Zilu fought against all the heroes, he successfully entered the Northern Sect, defeating his senior brothers who were eight to twelve years older, which was really a sensation. /p
"Okay." Elder Su specially ordered someone to fetch the Yumen Northern Sect picture album and asked, "Who do you want to challenge?"/p
"What is the ranking of the disciples?"/p
The elder shook his head and sighed: "We have been at the bottom for three years, and the Northern Faction is ranked fiftieth."/p
Mu Ziyun smiled awkwardly and said: "Disciple challenges the fortieth senior brother."/p
The elder was startled and advised: "You have to think carefully. The strength span of ten members of the Northern Sect is equivalent to a hundred or more from other sects. You haven't had a monthly test in five years, so why not play it safe and start the challenge from the 49th position? Right."/p
"Elder, don't worry." Mu Ziyun thanked him, "Disciple, I know what I'm doing."/p
Elder Su shrugged, called the disciple next to him, and whispered a few words. The disciple glanced at Mu Ziyun and hurriedly ran towards the inner courtyard of Yumen. /p
A moment later, in the northern section of the competition venue, an elder announced: "Fifty Mu Ziyun from the northern faction will challenge forty Li Dong from the northern faction."/p
The disciples in the competition venue all looked at each other. Within a few dozen breaths, they all gathered in the Beipai area, and even the disciples who were competing stopped in time. The crowd was buzzing, and all the disciples were very interested in this suddenly announced competition, not only because the duel between the northern disciples could teach other disciples a lot, but also because the identity of the challenger was extremely special. Later disciples heard their older brothers talk about the genius back then, but they could not combine that legendary story with a peer who was always at the bottom. Therefore, they had long been looking forward to the competition with this genius. , maybe it can open your eyes, maybe it can solve the doubts in the minds of the disciples. /p
Some disciples actually started placing bets. Most of them didn't care about the results of the competition, but were speculating on whether Mu Ziyun had real kung fu. /p
Amidst the bustling noise, Mu Ziyun stood alone in the field, with a painful chord in his heart. He looked around, and everyone inside and outside the circle seemed to be connected. Only he was an alternative, and his friends and brothers all had it. But he is lonely no matter what. He cannot convince himself of the fact that he exists in the world. He only hopes to truly prove the meaning of his "life", although he himself does not know what the so-called meaning actually means. /p
After a long time, he sighed in a deep voice: "Oh, I'm the only one."/p
Half an hour later, Li Dong arrived at the competition venue. On the way there, he had been doubtful. It was not until he met Mu Ziyun that he was sure that this "character" really wanted to challenge him. Li Dong is already twenty-three years old. When he was eighteen years old, he entered the Northern Sect together with the ten-year-old Mu Ziyun. He knew how amazing this "character" was back then. He was very experienced in both body and martial arts. He was a member of the Northern Sect at the age of ten. Eighth place, what a talent, even "Li Wudi" who became famous for his consecutive battles, that is, the head of Yumen Li Ziwen, has never been so dazzling. Therefore, Li Dong never doubted Mu Ziyun's true strength. /p
"Senior Brother Mu." Li Dong ran forward, bowed and said, "I'm late."/p
Mu Ziyun did not expect Li Dong to be so polite to him, so he quickly bowed back and said, "Senior Brother Li, I am the one who disturbed Senior Brother's practice."/p
The disciples outside the field were complaining about the two calling each other senior brothers, but Elder Su shouted: "Quiet, the competition will begin soon."/p
After the silence outside the court, Li Dong took three steps back, pulled out a four-foot soft sword from his waist, the sword was narrow and long, and then said: "I am using the Qingyu soft sword as my weapon, please enlighten me, Senior Brother Mu."/p
All the disciples naturally knew the Qingyu soft sword, but only two people from the northern sect used the soft sword. Forty Li Dong held Qingyu, and the second Liu Xiaoxiao held Huabai. /p
Mu Ziyun put his right hand into his arms, and slowly took out a white feather between his index finger and thumb. He said, "Senior Brother Li, this is my weapon."/p
There was a sigh of relief outside the venue, and even Elder Su was moved by it, thinking: "If this kid is not arrogant, even though the Yumen heavy body method emphasizes being invisible, no matter how light he is, he still can't use a feather. Let’s make weapons.”/p
Li Dong hesitated, and then said: "Please enlighten me!" As soon as he finished speaking, Li Dong stepped out of his sword and flew to Mu Ziyun in an instant. /p
Mu Ziyun loosened his fingers, letting the white feather fall, and then exhaled, blowing it up into the air. But when he saw the green light coming, the white feather took advantage of the wind to fly up to the sword blade, and Mu Ziyun took the opportunity to twist and move away. /p
Some disciples recognized that both of them were walking in Fengxing steps, but they were very different from their own. They asked the elders one after another. Elder Su smiled and replied: "You are learning to walk, they are using steps. Fengxing steps are just a set of intentions." Fa, when you have more experience, you will be able to reach this point."/p
Li Dong's swordsmanship routines are free and elegant, coming out like thunder and ending with anger, and ending up like a clear light in the sea, and his footwork closely follows his swordsmanship, cutting off the opponent's retreat with every move. /p
Looking at Mu Ziyun again, Bai Yu was rising and falling with the light, and he was rising and falling with Bai Yu. After dodging a sword light, he pointed his finger at Li Dong's neck. /p
Li Dong tilted his head to avoid pointing. Unexpectedly, Mu Ziyun instantly sprinted forward a short distance, sandwiched Bai Yu and slashed towards him. Li Dong secretly thought that something was wrong. First, the golden rooster found its balance independently, and then leaned back and bent to avoid the white feathers. The soft feathers flew across his neck, and were as sharp as a blade. /p
Li Dong turned his soft sword sideways and slid around, forcing Mu Ziyun back. He turned back and threw the soft sword before he could even land. The soft sword stabbed Mu Ziyun, and Mu Ziyun also threw the white feather. The tip of the feather happened to be in contact with the tip of the sword. The one who was defeated turned out to be the Qing Yu soft sword. /p
Li Dong put away his sword and retreated hastily, thinking: "This white feather is so weird. The edges are as sharp as a blade. The whole body is soft and light but seems to carry a hundred pounds of strength. It is both hard and soft. If I use hard force, it will be difficult to remove it." Capture."/p
Mu Ziyun gently raised his right hand and clamped the flying white feather. After three breaths, he threw the white feather upwards and lifted his feet off the ground. Five feet later, he stepped on the white feather and took off again. /p
Elder Su was shocked and shouted: "What! He has reached such a state."/p
It was the first time that all the disciples saw such a scene, and they were all stunned for a moment. Before they could react, they saw Mu Ziyun flipping forward in the air, and the wind driven by his body just lifted the white feather a few feet high. /p
Mu Ziyun once again stepped on the feathers with one foot and soared, three feet above the ground, and then swooped down with his arms extended backwards. /p
Li Dong stepped back and retreated. Unexpectedly, when Mu Ziyun was five feet away from the ground, he held Bai Yu's hand with one hand. After decelerating instantly, he broke out of the way and attacked Li Dong from the blind corner. His arms relaxed like white phoenixes in the sky, and he hit him one after another. Seven or eight times. /p
Li Dong's whole body was numb, and he knew he couldn't delay any longer. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, concentrated all his martial arts strength on his wrist, shouted: "One foot of green light!" Then he threw the green feather soft sword, which was different from before. What's more, the thick martial arts makes the soft sword shuttle through the air like a long snake. The speed is extremely fast. It is one foot away every half breath, and it will stab Mu Ziyun in the face in less than two breaths. /p
Mu Ziyun was unhurried, holding Bai Yu in his right hand, using the tip of the feather to stagger the point of the stabbing sword, and then hooked his left hand to hit Li Dong's vitals. /p
Li Dong pressed down his hands to block. At this moment, Mu Ziyun quickly moved his body and opened his right arm. He saw the white feather detaching from his right hand and sliding quickly with the wind. At the same time, Mu Ziyun immediately raised his left hand. . /p
This process, which was supposed to be over in a few breaths, seemed like a passing day in Li Dong's eyes. The white feather floated quietly in front of his eyes, and everything around him was silent. I don't know how long it took, but Mu Ziyun clamped the white feather with his left hand. Gently scratched Li Dong's neck. /p
Li Dong suddenly felt a chill that penetrated his skin, and he also felt that it was the body of the feather that touched his neck, not the edge of the feather. /p
Mu Ziyun retreated ten steps away, looked at the white feathers in his fingers, and sighed quietly: "Look at the objects in the sky, some are fighting against the wind, some are swaying with the wind, they have soared in the sky, and they can also fall into the abyss. It laments the sudden changes in its life, but I lament its loneliness as it sinks and falls but has no roots to find. It cannot even wither or breathe. It has no roots and feathers. Its name is my destiny."/p
