The chimes of the sword training bell are melodious and melodious. Reading at midnight
When Chen hour arrived, disciples rushed out from the outer and inner mansions and gathered at the sword performance field.
At this time, there was already a person on the sword playing field, sitting upright in the corner of the field. He seemed to have arrived a long time in advance, and his clothes were wet with dew.
Liang Qiufeng.
The hundreds of Jianfu disciples all showed strange expressions, and their eyes all fell on this newly promoted junior fellow apprentice.
For many days, Liang Qiufeng came to the sword performance arena half an hour early every day. He did not practice sword practice, but sat in the corner until everyone arrived.
What is he doing?
No one knows, no one can guess that the reason why Liang Qiufeng did this was just to listen to the bell of the sword training bell on time every day.
For many disciples, the sound of the sword training bell is certainly pleasant and pleasant, but after hearing it so many times, they become accustomed to it and the novelty has long since disappeared.
Unable to guess the real reason, many people believed that Liang Qiufeng was deliberately being unconventional and sensationalizing.
Extremely boring.
When the time is up, start free sword practice.
In an instant, there was a flash of sword light, mixed with energetic shouts, making it a lively atmosphere.
Liang Qiufeng was practicing boxing. "Zimen Boxing" was originally an unpopular boxing technique, and his performance was quite clumsy. But he didn't care about other people's opinions, and practiced every punch with great care.
There is a large pavilion built high on the mountain in front of the sword performance field.
In the pavilion, besides Xiao Jihai, there was also a middle-aged woman. The two of them stood on the railing and looked down.
"Senior Brother Xiao, is that boy the outer disciple you admitted under special circumstances?"
The woman was dressed as a Taoist priest, with a serious face. Her hair was combed up and tied with a dark hairpin, making her look meticulous.
"Yes, that's him."
The woman frowned: "In my opinion, little sister, it's just mediocre. What do you like about him?"
Xiao Jihai chuckled: "It's pleasing to the eye."
The middle-aged woman was very dissatisfied with this answer: "Senior Brother Xiao, as an elder, there are only three special admission places. I don't believe you would be so rash and careless."
The elders of the Jian Mansion can recruit talented people as disciples under special circumstances, but there is no limit. Each person is only allowed three places, and they will be gone once they are used up.
Xiao Jihai said leisurely: "I think he is a rare genius."
"genius?"
The middle-aged woman curled her lips: "An eighteen-year-old genius with some strength?"
The words are full of irony.
In martial arts training, the time factor is extremely important. Because potential is linked to age, as the proverb says, "You are not tall at thirty, and you are not rich at fifty." It means that when a person reaches the age of thirty, his height is fixed;
If you are not rich at the age of fifty, you may have to live in poverty for the rest of your life.
For advanced warriors, the age of fifteen is the watershed. For those who advance after the age of fifteen, their bones and meridians are almost finalized, and their potential becomes very limited.
True geniuses all become warriors before they are ten years old; even more powerful ones can become warriors at the age of three or five; if it comes to monster level, they are warriors as soon as they are born, and their energy and blood are innate, which is unbelievable.
Regarding this, Xiao Jihai naturally knew: "It's too late. Maybe a miracle will happen. The stupid bird will fly first."
"How is that possible? It's a waste of time, Senior Brother Xiao, you are smart all your life, hey..."
The middle-aged woman obviously didn't believe it.
Xiao Jihai remained silent and did not explain too much. It is better to know some things yourself. The best persuasion is the facts.
Time passed quickly and the sword practice was over. The disciples dispersed in groups, talking and laughing. The lonely Liang Qiufeng felt a little lonely.
Suddenly a group of disciples came over and blocked his way.
The leader is tall and tall, and always has a confident smile on his face: "Liang Qiufeng, I know you."
Liang Qiufeng was startled: "Who is Senior Brother?"
"Inner disciple Luo Gang."
Hearing this familiar name, Liang Qiufeng immediately understood. It turned out to be Deacon Luo's nephew, a top figure among the new generation of disciples, who had always had a good reputation. The reason why Deacon Luo was able to squeeze out the old deacon was because of this "genius"
"Nephew known as "is closely related.
In the past, Deacon Luo often talked about his nephew and was proud of him, which could intimidate the handymen and make them more awe-inspiring.
"I've met Senior Brother Luo."
Liang Qiufeng's attitude was neither arrogant nor humble. Perhaps he didn't like Deacon Luo. He also had a bad impression of this man who could hear cocoons in his ears.
Luo Gang said: "First of all, congratulations to Junior Brother Liang for his good fortune and being promoted to a warrior. He has been favored by Elder Xiao and has become an outer disciple. He has reached the sky in one step."
These words sounded a bit harsh. He said congratulations, and the condescending arrogance in his tone was undisguised.
"Just good luck."
Liang Qiufeng touched his chin.
Luo Gang added: "I heard that you had some disagreements with my uncle when you were a handyman in the foreign government, but they should be gone now."
As soon as these words came out, the gossip hearts of other disciples burned.
What does Brother Luo mean by this?
Could it be that Liang Qiufeng was just a humble servant in the foreign government?
How could a mere handyman catch the eye of Elder Xiao and be admitted under special circumstances?
Many questions linger.
Liang Qiufeng narrowed his eyes and vaguely guessed Luo Gang's purpose: Deacon Luo had already told his nephew everything about him. He was probably afraid that he would fall out of favor and win the favor of Elder Xiao, so he would settle old accounts and make reports.
and so on, which would be detrimental to him. So he asked Luo Gang to come forward and find a way to settle the matter.
In fact, Liang Qiufeng would never care about the friction he had with Deacon Luo. It has never been his style to retaliate.
At that moment, he said calmly: "I forgot about coming, but now I hear my senior brother mention it, and I feel a little uncomfortable for no reason."
"Um?"
Luo Gang raised his eyebrows and said in an unpleasant tone: "Junior brother, what do you mean, is this a self-defeating thing?"
Liang Qiufeng laughed: "I never said that, senior brother, you are worrying too much. By the way, I still have to practice, so I'll say goodbye."
He cupped his hands and left with a brisk pace - I think back then, Luo Gang's name alone could make him unable to lift his head, but now, he is not timid in tit-for-tat. Such a change in situation is really satisfying.
"Good boy, how dare you entertain me?"
Luo Gang narrowed his eyes. Liang Qiufeng's attitude was very unpleasant to him who was so arrogant.
"If you don't understand current affairs in the future, I will definitely trample you to death."
With his seventh-level strength, it would be easy for an inner sect disciple to step on Liang Qiufeng. All he has to worry about is Elder Xiao's attitude.
"Senior Brother Luo, tell me quickly what's going on with Liang Qiufeng?"
The companions gathered around asked curiously.
Just as Luo regained his confident smile, his mind suddenly moved, so he picked out some typical things about Liang Qiufeng that he heard from Deacon Luo.
His identity as a street boy, his background as a handyman, and somehow he got lucky enough to be picked up by Elder Xiao... that's pretty much everything Liang Qiufeng is.
For Jianfu disciples who came from various major local families, this was really not worth mentioning. At best, it was just a worthless joke.
Just talk and laugh, or after a few years, no one will remember who Liang Qiufeng is.