"Do you really think I'm an old fool?" Mo Fanchen twirled his beard with his hand, "The young man is now in the mud. If you sympathize with me, it's not necessary. The ambition of a young man is the most difficult to measure. One day, he will climb the sky.

If you don’t practice diligently, I’m afraid you may be the one who needs to catch up when the time comes.”

"Sympathy?" Mo Wanyun crossed his arms, "I don't have any. I went to beg for something, and I planned to beat him."

"Begging for something, what something?"

"that is……"

Mo Wanyun stroked his black hair at the corner of his head and choked on his words.

"It's nothing, Grandpa, there are so many books, I really don't want to read them."

"You have to read it even if you don't want to read it." Mo Fanchen suddenly looked solemn, "From today on, I have to test your knowledge. You must memorize the book I give you, and you must not use your spiritual sense to force memorization!"

"ah?"

Mo Wanyun suddenly looked painful.

"Also, starting from today, you have to learn some side-by-side kung fu. Peaceful days are not long. I drew a few sword moves and you watched them practice. If you don't pay attention, I will punish you to memorize more books.

"

Old Man Mo shook his hands and dropped a few pieces of paper from his sleeves. On the paper were some simple sword moves.

Mo Wanyun picked up the papers and looked at them casually, then muttered: "It seems much simpler than the Yunshui Sword Art."

The old man chuckled.

Went out for a wine tasting.

"Reading a book or something is really nerve-wracking."

Mo Wanyun muttered, put his chin on his hands, hung some pieces of paper given by Mo Fanchen on the wall, stared at them with his round eyes for a long time, knocked his little head on the table, and fell asleep.

Yunfeng.

Lu Chen stood next to the Ninth Prince with a sinister look on his face with an apologetic smile.

"Your Highness, it's all Gu Yusheng's fault. If it weren't for him, you could easily earn those 100 sect contribution points and exchange them for a Yuan-Building Pill."

"Exchange for Pei Yuan Dan?"

Chu Chen sneered, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and spread out an exquisite royal porcelain vase in the palm of his hand.

"Does this prince lack this kind of thing?"

With that said, he opened the porcelain bottle and poured out the extremely precious Peiyuan Pills.

Lu Chen on the side swallowed his saliva secretly, his eyes full of greed and desire.

"Your Highness...are these pills real?"

"What, you want it?" Chu Chen looked arrogant, "Be my dog, and I can reward you with one."

"you!"

Lu Chen looked ugly.

"Ninth Prince, no matter what my father says, he is still an elder of the Qingyun Sect. I...I am also a respectable person."

"Really? Not willing?"

There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of Chu Chen's mouth.

"What's wrong with the elder of Qingyun Sect? In these years, if I, the Xuanlong Dynasty, had not been guarding Tianyao City, small countries like yours would have been trampled by the demon clan long ago. I would be interested in the contribution points of a mere hundred sects of Qingyun Sect? I am just

I just want to exchange fine wine for a chance to see Miss Mo."

Lu Chen looked slightly stunned. The dignified first-class imperial prince was actually a licking dog? What is the background of Mr. Mo from the Holy Academy's Bookstore? Lu Chen's mind flashed back to the day when Gu Yusheng had an affair with Miss Mo's family.

After meeting each other, I was filled with jealousy. I tried to transfer my hatred and said, "Ninth Prince, but the person you are protecting is an ant like Gu Yusheng. He is not worthy at all."

"So you have to teach him a lesson. It's best to make him disappear from this world completely." Chu Chen raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm not interested in a three-year agreement or a fight between two ants. The matter is done.

, I can give you a Yuan-Pei Dan."

Lu Chen was overjoyed when he heard this.

"The Ninth Prince is just waiting. I happened to fall into his Heavenly Oath and I can't sleep at night. Although I can't kill him directly now, I have other ways."

Lu Chen turned around and left. After a while, he met a thin man in a deserted place.

"Junior Brother Lu, do you have something to do with me?"

This man, as skinny as a monkey, was the guy who was going to take the money from Gu Yusheng's entrance bag that day. He was also Lu Zhanshou's registered disciple, and his name was Zhao Zhi.

"Senior Brother Zhao, my father hasn't officially accepted you as his direct disciple, has he?"

There was a hint of scheming and cunning on the skinny man's face. Lu Chen was only twelve years old. He could see through every little thought at a glance. When he saw that Lu Chen's face was filled with anger and anger, he knew that he was angry. He knew that this Lu Chen was angry.

The elder's son recently

The Ninth Prince of the Xuanlong Dynasty, who was trying to curry favor with him, must not have given him a good look. Zhao Zhiwei sighed: "Junior Brother Lu, my qualifications are mediocre, so I can only accept my fate. Unlike you, your father is a newly promoted elder of the sect, and he has a relationship with the Ninth Prince.

We have a deep friendship and a bright future."

"Senior Brother Zhao do something for me. After it is completed, I will put in a good word with my father and let you become an inner disciple."

"Really?" Zhao Zhi looked flattered, but with a sly look in his eyes, he said flatteringly: "Master Lu's business is my business."

"Gu Yusheng." Lu Chen gritted his teeth and said, "I can't wait that long. I wish he died early, so that I can practice with peace of mind. Senior Brother Zhao, this matter..."

"Killing fellow disciples is a serious crime."

Zhao Zhi looked shocked, shook his head and refused. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Chen in front of him, thinking secretly in his mind how to get the maximum benefit from this matter.

"I know this." Lu Chen lowered his voice, "Gu Yusheng is just a dispensable member of the sect. Even if he dies, no one will care. Instead, they will applaud him. What's wrong with Brother Zhao?

You might as well bring it up, as long as I, Lu Chen, can do it."

"Well... it was originally difficult to handle, but since Mr. Lu, you have mentioned this, it would be too unkind for me not to do it. It would be too risky to take action directly, but I know that there is a peach tree near the peach blossom forest.

As long as the demon beast works a little bit, it will be easy for that guy to die under the claws of the demon beast. Mr. Lu, I also want to do things around the Ninth Prince. I don’t know if you can..."

"Okay, if I have one more dog, I'll be less angry."

Lu Chen blurted out.

Zhao Zhi's expression narrowed slightly. He took a deep breath and thought to himself: It's not bad to be a dog, but I want to be a dog that doesn't bark and bites in secret.

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In the wind and rain, the peach blossom petals fell off piece by piece.

Swish.

A wooden sword suddenly crossed.

Dozens of peach petals fell on the wooden sword, arranged neatly.

Gu Yusheng, who was slightly sweating on his forehead, focused his eyes slightly, and with an imperceptible flick of his wrist, the peach blossoms on the wooden sword flew away. He stabbed out again, and the wooden sword chopped off the peach blossom petals neatly.

Half a month of hard work.

He has finally mastered the art of swordsmanship to the point where he has reached the level of sword energy, and is only one step away from entering the palace!

"Today's goal is to swing the sword ten thousand times!"

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath and tightened the wooden sword in his hand.

Yesterday was the first time that he achieved the goal of stabbing himself for the number of times he punished himself. With the last sword strike, he finally overcame the obstacle in his heart without dropping the wooden sword in his hand.

Gu Yusheng didn't learn any sword moves, but when he held the wooden sword in his hand, he felt an unprecedented feeling in his heart. It was the natural combination of the arm and the wooden sword.

Gu Yusheng stared at the wooden sword in his hand

He had a strong desire to release his sword energy, but he was restrained.

The elder who had taught him the sword for three hours in the martial arts field was like a half-teacher to him. Gu Yusheng also went to the martial arts field every day. It was a pity that the elder who had the sword could no longer teach him.

Gu Yusheng felt quite sorry for not showing up, but his words were firmly remembered in his heart.

——The essence of the sword spirit realm lies in hiding.

Once the sword energy is released, it means that he has reached the end of the sword energy realm that he can achieve in the way of swordsmanship. He will reach a bottleneck and need to break through to enter the sword energy realm. Gu Yusheng understands that too fast a speed may not be a good thing.

He concentrated and meditated, holding the sword in his hand as usual.

This sword still failed to move the peach blossoms.

But in Gu Yusheng's Dantian, there was a group of extremely thick Yuan Fei Qi that formed a vortex and was constantly compressing, like a cyan sphere, with a little silver light appearing in the center of the sphere.

This bit of silver light was like a beacon in the darkness, silently illuminating Gu Yusheng's gloomy and boring path of spiritual practice.

"This is!"

Gu Yusheng's face showed a hint of joy that could not be concealed.

He held the peach blossom tree in his excited hands, suppressing his inner desire to cheer.

After all, Gu Yusheng was still a twelve-year-old boy. He encountered two of the four major tragedies in life: losing his parents when he was young, and having no good teachers as a young man.

There are thousands of disciples from the Six Peaks of Qingyun Sect, making it very lively.
To be continued...