"Hiss..." Ding Xiaoyi looked at the red and swollen palms. He just wanted to cry without tears. And his comfortable days also changed because of Ziyu's arrival.
As long as he can't recite the righteous song, he will be slapped in the palm. How has Ding Xiaoyi ever experienced such humiliation? He feels that what he experienced in Shushan is the biggest shame in his life.
But he brought all this on his own. He came to Shushan on his own.
"Ouch, old guy, you must be cruel. Stinky Ziyu, you are really capable of killing me."
"You have a husband but no friends, I must ask Emperor Yong to disqualify you from being a Shushan Junior Master." Ding Xiaoyi wailed as he looked at the deformed palm of his hand that had been beaten.
What kind of world is this? It is said that the gentlemen in Shushan are the most reasonable. But in Ding Xiaoyi's opinion, the old guys in Shushan and these little guys are all a group of tyrannical maniacs.
There was a numbing feeling in the palm of his hand, and a strange airflow flowed from the palm towards his body.
But Ding Xiaoyi was completely unaware of all this. He scolded Ziyu and the old man, and he felt that they were targeting him.
So what if he didn't understand Haoran's righteousness? With his sword in his hand, he could arbitrarily decide an era. Why did he have to come to Shushan? Why did he come to Shushan to seek abuse?
"Boy, aren't you avenging your mother's murder? Li Hongying is in Shushan. She has realized Haoran's righteousness, but you are still far away." Ding Xiaoyi scolded the old guy and Ziyu in his heart.
After reading it all over, the old guy's voice of gloating about his misfortune rang in his ears.
As soon as he heard the old guy's voice, Ding Xiaoyi shuddered inexplicably. This old guy was everywhere, and he really wanted to break through this vast world.
"Old guy, don't be complacent. One day, I, Ding Xiaoyi, will destroy this vast world." Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and roared.
His voice echoed over the cliff and lingered for a long time. But the voice of Mr. Shushan had long since disappeared.
Ding Xiaoyi thought of the purpose of coming to Shushan, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Why couldn't he if others could do it.
He raised his head and looked at the densely packed righteousness songs, and silently read them word by word. The words contained the supreme laws of the Tao. Ding Xiaoyi only memorized them by rote, so naturally he didn't think so much.
Because the palms of his hands were so red and swollen that Ziyu hit him with a ruler, he no longer had the ability to dance with a sword.
In this way, Ding Xiaoyi stayed under the cliff for several days, and he was able to recite dozens more lines of righteousness songs.
Ziyu was also very pleased with Ding Xiaoyi's progress. However, he still slapped his palms a lot. This made Ding Xiaoyi angry and angry. Ziyu probably came here to humiliate him on purpose.
After Ziyu slapped Ding Xiaoyi's palm, he said a lot of words of encouragement to Ding Xiaoyi, and then left with his hands behind his back.
Looking at Ziyu's elegant back, Ding Xiaoyi gritted his teeth with hatred, it was so hateful. But he had no choice, he couldn't beat him again and again, he couldn't scold him again and again, so he could only let him control him.
Fortunately, under Ziyu's supervision, Ding Xiaoyi's progress has been very rapid. If no one forced him, he would not have been so rapid.
He has memorized all the righteous songs.
"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are rivers and mountains, and above are stars. People say it is vast, and it is so abundant that it can block the sky and the sky. The imperial road should be clear and clear, and it should contain harmony and open up to the Ming Dynasty. The time is at the end of the season.
See..." Ding Xiaoyi's voice echoed over the cliff. He didn't know that a pure Yang domineering air flow had begun to gather in his meridians.
"Well, yes, Junior Brother Ding is indeed a genius. He has recited this righteous song in less than ten days." Ziyu came to review the progress of Ding Xiaoyi's recitation. When he heard that Ding Xiaoyi had recited the entire poem
After reciting all the righteous songs, he clapped his hands and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he showed a proud expression on his face. He is a genius in swordsmanship. How can a mere righteous song stump him?
But the next words made Ding Xiaoyi take a breath of air.
"Junior brother Ding, if you still can't understand the righteousness of Haoran, then you have to get hit three hundred times every day until you understand the righteousness of Haoran." Ziyu said to Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.
Ding Xiaoyi's proud expression froze, and he looked at Ziyu in disbelief. This, this, this is too cruel.
"I protest, you are abusing students, I want to protest." Ding Xiaoyi shouted angrily. He thought Ziyu was avenging his personal revenge.
It was because Ziyu made a bet with Ziming that if Ding Xiaoyi did not realize Haoran's righteousness, Ziyu would wash Ziming's clothes, including underwear, for a month.
"The protest is invalid. This is what the gentleman told you." The smile on Ziyu's face became even stronger. Ding Xiaoyi was so angry that he raised his fist and rushed towards Ziyu.
With a "bang" sound, Ding Xiaoyi's body flew up like a kite with its string broken, and then fell heavily.
He dropped a dog and chewed up shit.
"You are abusing students..." Ding Xiaoyi cursed angrily, but Ziyu ignored him and left again with his hands behind his back.
The ruler in his hand seemed to have become Ding Xiaoyi's nightmare, lingering in his mind.
"Old guy, I will definitely expose this vast world of yours," Ding Xiaoyi pointed at the sky and roared.
It was so aggrieved. He had never been so aggrieved. Ziyu was simply humiliating him and crushing his self-esteem.
Once his cultivation level is restored, he must make Ziyu and the old guy pay several times the price. Thinking of having to take three hundred blows with the stick every day, Ding Xiaoyi looked at his hands that were beaten so fast by the ruler that they were in disarray.
There was another burst of wailing.
The days passed under this humiliation again, and several days passed in a flash. Ding Xiaoyi memorized the righteous song in his mind, and he looked at the words on the cliff.
He felt that his body seemed to resonate with the words on the cliff. This resonance was very subtle, and it also gave him a sense of enlightenment and comfort.
Then, Ding Xiaoyi felt a weak flow of air rising from his body.
Could this be the legendary Haoran righteousness? Ding Xiaoyi's face showed an excited expression. The light in his eyes burst out.
He suddenly found that this air flow rushed towards the imprisonment in his body. Although this air flow was extremely weak, he felt that this air flow contained the power of the domineering pure Yang, which was Haoran's righteousness.
He couldn't help but raise his head and scream. Over the past ten days, he had suffered the most miserable experience in his life.
What does it mean to be happy and happy, and what does it mean to cry with joy? Ding Xiaoyi felt as if he had been reborn.
He finally realized the great righteousness. He chanted the righteousness song silently, and the air flow headed towards his Dantian.
"Boom...", he felt a loud bang coming from his Dantian. The crippled Linghai Zhuo Shi Qinglian emitted bursts of thunder and lightning light, and the light merged with the air current in his super veins.
"Bang, bang, bang", when the power of thunder and lightning in his spiritual sea merged with the air flow, a dull sound came from the spiritual sea.
The electric light from Zhuo Shi Qinglian intertwined with the air current, and an even more majestic air current surged out.
The air flow headed towards the Zhuo Shi Qinglian like a tide, and the power of thunder and lightning turned into the supreme power of the laws of heaven and earth and poured towards his sea of life.
"Boom...", the Zhuo Shi Qinglian suddenly exploded, and Ding Xiaoyi felt a majestic aura slowly taking shape in the crippled spiritual sea.
He looked inward at his spiritual sea, and found that his spiritual sea had become more majestic and vast, like an endless sea.
He felt that his spiritual sea was slowly taking shape, and the Gang Yuan contained in this spiritual sea was more domineering and purer.
"Hahahaha..." The grievances Ding Xiaoyi suffered these days finally paid off. The spiritual sea in his body was slowly taking shape, and the rolling Gang Yuan began to condense.
That Gang Yuan contained awe-inspiring righteousness and that thunder and lightning light. His spiritual sea turned golden yellow, like a golden sea.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Ding, congratulations to Junior Brother Ding," Ziyu's annoying voice sounded again. Ziyu didn't know when he appeared next to Ding Xiaoyi again.
Seeing that disgusting face, Ding Xiaoyi grabbed it with his right hand. The Human Sword shot out from the ground and landed firmly in his hand.
"Well, sir, you still have something to do with me. You can do whatever you want." Ziyu never gave Ding Xiaoyi a chance. His expression changed slightly, and his body turned into several afterimages and disappeared from Ding Xiaoyi's sight.