Ever since Zhang Ling'er knew that Cheng Yun's talent was extraordinary and rare in the world, Cheng Yun's reputation in the village was as bright as ever.
Zhang Ling'er told his playmates, and Yinfeng was so happy that everyone knew that his brother was awesome. Therefore, the children in each family would exercise diligently every day to beat the annoying luck of success.
At first, adults were very happy to see their children working hard. They knew that it was the annoying luck of success that gave the children motivation, and they felt that this luck had some use, and it was not just a piece of wood that just did tasks in exchange for meals.
But in the next three years, the strict wood was much better than the treacherous white-eyed wolf who deceived people for food.
As usual, when I went to the private school to take Yinfeng home in the evening, I found that the children who were detained in class for various reasons like Yinfeng all had a kind of resentment, mixed with jealousy about why stupid and inactive people could be so lucky. Staring at himself.
Only after asking Yinfeng did he find out what Zhang Ling'er had done.
Along the way, I looked at Hidden Wind like the big goose with its head raised and arms raised, and then at the villagers who used to worry about him but now showed kind eyes.
I was worried about being kicked out by Grandma Li today and having no food to eat. It suddenly occurred to me that everyone in the village knew how talented he was. Then there were countless Mr. Lin and countless Butcher Zhangs?
This may be the epiphany of the sour scholar telling heavenly stories about the sword immortal. From this, it seems that he is really so talented that he will become a sword immortal in the future?
Although most people in the village and even Cheng Yun himself thought so, how could a future swordsman starve to death in his teens? No matter in the world or in heaven, how could there be such a thing as a swordsman starving to death?
After Chengyun's epiphany, three years later, the Baijia rice in Baiwen Village was no longer the leftover soup and rice for Chengyun, but a newly cooked meal.
Although it is not as good as the fat chef's craftsmanship and tricks, fortunately, it does not have the wonderful touch of mixed flavors. I have to go to another restaurant one after another, and I have not had the trouble of eating in the past few years.
Three years passed quickly. Chengyun turned fifteen and Yinfeng also went to the academy.
In the past three years, Yinfeng, under the guidance of the sour scholar, only taught knowledge but not moral character. He only talked about rumors and anecdotes but not opinions and choices.
Even Zhang Tufu, who had an inexplicable dislike for Hidden Wind, had to secretly praise the fine jade when he saw the clear mirror-like inner lake.
Of course, when his daughter was next to Yinfeng every day, Zhang Butcher couldn't hold back the gushing spiritual power and pulled Zhang Ling'er back hard.
Zhang Ling'er, whose eyes were full of gentle Yinfeng, was not aware of Butcher Zhang's methods at all, but Yinfeng knew some inside information from the sour scholar, so it was not surprising that he bowed to Butcher Zhang seriously.
Butcher Zhang was inexplicably disgusted, "Scholars are all created in the same mold, and those who are good and unlearned are the only ones."
The sour scholar on the side sneered and pulled Hidden Wind, who was almost taller than him, "This trip to Sage Academy, you first take the entrance test. If there is no difference from the test thirty years ago, then you will be at least in the top three. . Even if there are slight changes, there will be no surprises among the top ten students."
The sour scholar paused, "Of course there is the possibility of the examiner practicing favoritism and malpractice. This possibility existed even in the era when saints were walking wildly. If you are treated unfairly, you only need to write the letter I gave you with Hao Ranqi Just send it.”
Yinfeng nodded in agreement. Before the word "sir" came out of his mouth, the sour scholar waved his hand, "I am acting as a master and accepting a disciple, so you don't need to call me senior brother. Just remember that your husband's surname is Zhu Dan. If anyone asks No need to mention me."
Yinfeng remembered the sad scholar's lonely expression in his mind and turned to look expectantly at the entrance of the village.
At the entrance of the village, there was a flat-horned green bull that was twice the size of an ordinary green bull. It pulled a cart and rushed towards the crowd at high speed. The young man's legs on the bull were tightly clamped to prevent him from falling.
Both hands pulled hard on the straps tied to the car behind, and the corpses of two ferocious beasts that were close to the monsters were tied to it.
As they approached the crowd, the green bull slowly stopped and turned into the size of a small green bull, rubbing against the hidden wind.
The young man with lavender eyes jumped out of the car, he smiled and touched his head and quickly caught up with his younger brother. One of their eyes was pitch black and the other was lavender, but their eyes were exactly the same. There was a hint of beauty but more of it. The tenacity of relying on each other.
Because of years of hard study, Yinfeng is a little fatter than Cheng Yun.
In the past three years, Cheng Yun has been practicing the Cheng Yun Breathing Technique, and because of the purple eye technique, his eyes are faintly purple. Others don't think it's weird, but they feel that Cheng Yun has become more and more beautiful in the past few years. Much more handsome.
Zhang Butcher looked at Cheng Yun's blurred mind, and there was no difference even if he took the boss's mind to examine it carefully.
Looking at Old Demon Lin suspiciously, Old Demon Lin knew what Butcher Zhang was thinking, and the voice message explanation had nothing to do with him or the green cow.
Zhang Butcher looked at the success that had grown continuously in the past three years, and he could not suppress a strange feeling. Even though he had killed nearly a hundred ferocious beasts in the past three years, his heart was still calm, and his expression did not show any surliness or ferocity, but occasionally he would The stupidity during this period is the same as when you first see your luck.
Seeing what Cheng Yun was saying to Yin Feng, she walked up and slapped Cheng Yun on the back.
Cheng Yun just trembled and then stabilized, turned around and glared at Butcher Zhang, then glanced at Zhang Ling'er behind Yin Feng, and smiled twice at Butcher Zhang. Butcher Zhang was so angry that he pulled him back and came closer at some point. The daughter next to Hidden Wind turned around and went home.
"Sooner or later, I will chop up the fat cook who can't keep his mouth shut and the shabby scholar who is full of sourness."
Although he was angry, Yinfeng's admission gift was left in Cheng Yun's hands.
Cheng Yun glanced at the jade slip in his hand without looking closely, and stuffed it into Yin Feng's backpack, "I'll go with you this time. I'll sell the beast and then pay for your tuition."
Yinfeng nodded and waved towards the agile girl who turned around three times a step.
He originally planned to take the college exam with him, but Zhang Tufu said it a year late, and the two of them couldn't find out the reason all morning, so they had to give up.
Cheng Yun looked at Yin Feng, who was unable to recover, and grinned. When he saw the fat cook next to him with a smirk on his face, he walked up and slapped the fat cook, which made his stomach tremble.
Enjoying the adoring eyes of the little green bull, Cheng Yun put one foot on the stone tablet in Baiwen Village nearby and asked the fat cook with his hands behind his back, "I am going to Zisu Imperial City. If I follow the method of the fat cook like you, I will definitely earn three thousand dollars." Annual tuition?”
The fat cook nodded proudly, "If you become a sword immortal, which one will only take three years?"
Cheng Yun laughed loudly, "If there is really a surplus, your benefit will be indispensable." Mr. Lin couldn't stand Cheng Yun playing with the words of a scholar while acting like a so-called swordsman, so he kicked him.
The old village chief smiled and said to Cheng Yun, "This time I am going with Mr. Lin and Coach Li. Firstly, it is for your brother to enroll in school. Secondly, some things in the village have to be sold and we can buy some items to come back. Listen. The scholar said that admission only takes more than an hour, starting tomorrow, and you have to stay there tonight."
After saying that, he gave a bag to Mr. Lin to carry. Mr. Lin shook the bag and nodded. Chengyun moved the two ferocious beasts on the car to the village's motorcade, and then he and Yinfeng pulled the little green cow onto the oxcart. , slowly and slowly staggering towards the imperial city.
After bumping on the road for about an hour, Coach Li looked at the somewhat irritable iron bulls and realized that it was too early to start today and he had not had time to feed the iron bulls enough.
He asked everyone to stop and rest for half an hour before setting off. Guessing that it was still too late to reach the imperial city, he went to find Mr. Lin for advice.
Cheng Yun looked at the green cow that fit perfectly into the pile of iron cows and stuck out its butt to eat the feed. He pulled the green cow's tail and said to Yin Feng that he would be back soon and headed deeper into the forest.
Cheng Yun rode back and forth slowly or quickly on the green bull. He didn't notice anything, so he stopped dragging and carefully circulated the energy in the meridians. He felt that he was slightly heated, and each acupuncture point had enough energy to burst out at any time. Pulling the horns to point the direction, one man and one cow quickly began to shuttle through the forest.
A white eagle exuding cold air was lowering its head to clean its somewhat messy feathers. The frozen carcass of a wild iron bull next to it was barely bigger than the white eagle.
Suddenly, the eagle's head stood upright, and its sharp eagle eyes stared at the woods. The next moment, the eagle's eyes shrank sharply, and a sword penetrated the white eagle's left wing.
Before the white eagle, which was obviously a monster, could react, Cheng Yun had already jumped out of the forest on a green bull. Using its momentum, he let go of the green bull and flew into the air, already setting up his bow and shooting an arrow.
A closer look at the "arrow" on the bow revealed that it was a short black spear that Chengyun secretly "borrowed" from Coach Li at some unknown time.
The purple light in Cheng Yun's eyes in the sky became brighter, and he could clearly see that the connection between White Eagle's left wing and its body had been penetrated.
With steady strength, he estimated the next position of Bai Ying's entire body, aimed at the right wing and fired a shot, successfully shooting through the connection of the right wing. Bai Ying whined again, Cheng Yun caught the flying iron sword and landed steadily. Far behind White Eagle.
Qing Niu was ready to retreat at any time behind Cheng Yun. Seeing the feathers on the white eagle's body shaking, except for the loud neighing of pain, and its wings unable to flap at all, Cheng Yun then steadily approached the white eagle with the iron sword in his hand.
The white eagle could no longer fly and had to turn around and scream angrily at Cheng Yun. Several ice cones quickly formed and shot towards Cheng Yun.
Cheng Yun easily smashed the incoming ice cone with his iron sword, his purple eyes staring closely at the flow of energy in the demonic beast White Eagle's body.
Ever since Cheng Yun secretly hunted alone two and a half years ago, he discovered that different races have different methods of energy circulation. Although the human race has different breathing methods, the necessary meridians circulation is indeed eternal.
According to Mr. Lin, the foundation of human cultivation lies in the twelve meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians. However, he is not only human, but also has six meridians and six meridians on this basis.
When testing the spiritual roots, I followed the medical skills and training foundation taught by Mr. Lin, plus two exercises corresponding to different races, and barely modified a set of breathing methods suitable for my bone-forging period.
It's just that although Cheng Yun has practiced well in the past three years, he has never felt the bottleneck feeling that Mr. Lin mentioned. It doesn't matter if Cheng Yun is ambitious. Anyway, his body has become stronger and more agile, so he no longer Study carefully.
Seeing that the ice pick was ineffective, Bai Ying seized Cheng Yun's attention and kicked it with both claws. He opened his beak wide and bit Cheng Yun.
Although Cheng Yun was gone for a moment, his body subconsciously reacted to the upper right side, turned around with his sword and opened a large gash on Bai Ying's back.
Qingniu did not participate in the battle, but just wandered around to prevent the white eagle from escaping. This was naturally an arrangement made by Cheng Luck. Otherwise, to Qingniu, the white eagle that had just become a monster would not count as much.
The white eagle, whose back was hurting, turned to face Cheng Yun. Not long after it became a monster, it already had some intelligence. It opened its eagle beak and screamed fiercely at Cheng Yun.
Cheng Yun just saw the white eagle's energy concentrated in its throat, and thought it would send out a bigger ice pick. Unexpectedly, the eagle's cry was so loud, and his breathing method did not involve the meridians of the ears. , unable to protect himself, the white eagle took advantage of the opportunity and suddenly stood up and flew up.
Ignoring the bleeding from his ears and why the white eagle could suddenly fly, Cheng Yun kicked his feet and jumped, sending out a sword and inserting it into the abdomen of the white eagle.
The white eagle was in pain but still didn't look back. It twisted and wanted to fly away. Cheng Yun, who landed on the ground, quickly picked up the black short gun and threw it. The white eagle couldn't dodge and was hit on the right wing, and fell down.
Cheng Yun cautiously approached the white eagle whose chest was still rising and falling. With his purple eyes, he saw that the white eagle's strength had dissipated, so he no longer hesitated and killed the monster with a sword.
It wasn't until the eagle's head rolled to the side that Cheng Yun covered his ears, took out some medicine paste from his pocket, took it orally, and applied it externally.
He made the green bull that had arrived turn into the size of an iron bull, found a stream to wash it in, and when he was disposing of the white eagle's body, he realized that this intelligent monster should not be underestimated.
Before, the white eagle could suddenly fly. It was precisely because the wounds on both wings of the corpse were frozen by ice that it could barely wave its wings.
Cheng Yun meaningfully stared at the green bull who was marveling at the frozen wound, and lamented that the white eagle, apart from being unable to speak human words, was indeed infinitely smarter than the bull monster.
Qing Niu was annoyed and obediently lay down and let Cheng Yun tie Bai Ying to his back.
Cheng Yun happily put away the valuable demon pill, turned around and walked towards a big tree that was cold but exuded strong vitality.
Behind the ice tree is a huge snow mountain hidden in the clouds. People around it call this mountain Snow Mist Mountain. Cheng Yun looked at the mountain and smashed it, thinking very much about the fruits and herbs inside that were useful to himself and Hidden Wind. .
He shifted his gaze to the eagle's nest on the big ice tree. According to what Mr. Lin taught, a frost flower that was close to three hundred years old was blooming in the nest.
It can be seen that this big white eagle also built a nest with this frost flower as the center, and guarding it day and night was regarded as an opportunity for him to go further. Unfortunately, Cheng Yun had already thought about it three years ago.
According to a unique method, he collected the frost flowers and put them into the special jade box he had asked for from Mr. Lin before. He called the green bull and sat among its horns. He picked up the black short gun and glanced at the sun. Less than half an hour later, Cheng Yun was satisfied. He walked towards the place where the villagers rested.
