Following Zhuge Yuanhong's practice, Yang Wuyue's mirror of the heavens has appeared. In fact, with his current view, the sword is like a part of himself in his eyes, and he has never felt how complicated it is.
Before the one hundred and eight sword moves were finished, he followed behind and imitated them. When Zhuge Yuanhong used a move, he copied it. Each move was exactly the same.
After finishing it once, Zhuge Yuanhong stopped, but Yang Wuyue didn't stop. Instead, he fell into that weird state again.
"Another epiphany!" Wei Wuya couldn't help but be envious. Even those innately strong people who wanted to have epiphany could not find it, but this kid was as simple as eating and drinking.
The second time, the one hundred and eight sword moves were exactly the same. The third time, it was really different.
"Sure enough, they are streamlining the swordsmanship!" Zhuge Yuanhong was quite shocked: "This kid actually has such a talent for swordsmanship."
No one spoke, everyone was waiting. Yang Wuyue was faster this time, because there were so many of the 108 formulas, at most seventy-three were useful, and the others were either copied here and there or simply made up.
Randomly made.
There is only one requirement for the Green Light Electric Sword Technique, and that is to be fast, as fast as thunder and lightning, but Yang Wuyue likes it like this, and the final direction is only one sword.
"All martial arts in the world are invincible, except speed!" A low voice sounded, and the sword exploded like a green light, instantly leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.
"One-word electric sword!" Zhuge Yuanhong couldn't help being shocked. He didn't teach the most powerful killing move of the blue light electric sword technique, because it requires understanding the artistic conception to be used. It only requires one sword, no matter what the sword is.
No matter the posture or the angle, as long as the sword is like electricity and the artistic conception is displayed, it can exert its power. But Yang Wuyue, a six-year-old child, understood the meaning of that electric sword like a divine help.
"Amazing!" Wei Wuya was amazed and thought of recruiting a disciple: "Brother Zhuge?"
"Brother Wei, don't open your mouth!" Zhuge Yuanhong immediately blocked him: "This child is the future of my Guiyuan Sect, and there is no way I will give it up."
A child who can understand the artistic conception of swordsmanship at the age of six is not only a genius, but also a monster.
"Brother Zhuge, don't be too happy. If it is the reincarnated living Buddha of Mani Temple, your work will not be in vain!"
"Reincarnated Living Buddha?" Zhuge Yuanhong shook his head directly: "This is absolutely impossible. He is born with a sword bone and a clear sword heart. How can he cultivate Buddhism?"
Wei Wuya was filled with envy, but Zhuge Yuanhong would never give up this disciple to him.
"What's your name?" Zhuge Yuanhong asked.
"Yang Wuyue!" Yang Wuyue slowly put away the long sword, "This swordsmanship is very powerful, better than the swordsmanship passed down in our family!"
"Haha!" Zhuge Yuanhong said with a smile: "If you join my sect, the Guiyuan Sect also has hundreds of human-level swordsmanship secret books that I can show you. And the Guiyuan Heart Code of the Supreme Palace is also a swordsmanship book.
.I can pass it on to you!”
"Wu Yue, why don't you become a disciple soon?" Yang Ping was waiting for now.
Zhuge Yuanhong can be ranked in the top ten on the heavenly list, and he is definitely a top master. Although the Guiyuan Sect is not one of the eight major sects in Kyushu, it occupies a county and has been passed down for thousands of years. The most important thing is that Yang Wuyue's home is here.
"Disciple Yang Wuyue, pay your respects to the master!"
"Haha, okay! Okay!" Zhuge Yuanhong waited for him to perform the apprenticeship ceremony before helping him up. "You are my third disciple. Senior brother Zang Feng, second senior sister Guan Lu, you are third. Good job.
Pack your bags and join the sect with me!"
"Sect Master!" Yang Ping said quickly: "Is it possible that I am too anxious? The child is still young!"
Zhuge Yuanhong said with a smile: "A six-year-old child is the time when his nature is the purest. Don't delay any longer and become contaminated with vulgarity. That will ruin him. Don't worry, Boss Yang. Since he worships me as his teacher, I
Naturally, I will treat him as my own son and I will never neglect him."
"It's not about this, the main thing is that his mother took his sister to the temple to fulfill her vows. If she doesn't see her child when she comes back, wouldn't it be a big commotion..."
"Haha!" Zhuge Yuanhong said with a smile: "If I let Madam come back, I won't be able to take him away. In this way, I will allow him to go home every month, and that's it. That's it! Let him tidy up.
"
This is how to cut through the mess with a sharp knife and never delay the matter.
"Congratulations, brother Zhuge, for recruiting another great disciple!" Wei Wuya's anguish almost reached a new level. No matter what, this apprentice is dead.
Naturally, Yang Ping sent everyone all the way to Lanyue Tower. His son became the direct disciple of the leader of the Guiyuan Sect, and the future was bright. His status would even rise with Shui Chuan.
Just today, with the stroke of a pen, from now on, as long as the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect come to eat, regardless of whether they are disciples within the sect or the Black Armored Army warriors, they will all get a 30% discount, and it will always be a 30% discount. Since then, business has been booming.
Got up.
Yang Wuyue actually had nothing to deal with, but after receiving the news, her mother hurried back with her sister Yang Shuyun regardless of returning her wish.
My elder sister is seven years old and quite sensible, but she seems to be unable to understand what it means for Yang Wuyue to leave home. She is very puzzled when she sees her mother Zhou Shu crying.
"This is five hundred taels of silver. Although we don't spend much money in the sect, we still have to prepare it. If you are short of anything, send someone to report it. Mom will deliver it to you!"
"Three sets of clothes can be worn frequently..."
"Mom, I am going to Guiyuan Sect, not traveling thousands of miles away. I can come back anytime I want!" Yang Wuyue said with emotion, a child with a mother is happy.
"If you were sixteen years old, let alone thousands of miles away, my mother wouldn't care about you. That's your ability, and now you are only six years old. Your father is also serious about teaching you martial arts so early!" Zhou Shu didn't care about anything else.
It was a mess, except for one Yang Wuyue who was too small.
"Mom, relax!" Yang Wuyue pointed to the sword marks in the yard, "Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm weak!"
He is indeed not weak. After realizing the artistic conception of the thirty-sixth realm of Chuan Yun, Liuyun Jin has already broken through the first level. In the state of enlightenment, he has traveled a thousand miles, and the inner strength has reached the level of five hundred kilograms.
More importantly, he still has the path to martial arts and immortality, but because his body bones have not grown yet, he does not dare to practice too fiercely, and his energy and blood have not grown to that extent. Even so, he is not weak.
But when I got in front of my mother, I had some unexplainable feelings.
"You know at such a young age that you have to be brave and fight fiercely, and you will be able to do well in the future!" Mom didn't care about those things, and she was indeed quite powerful. She was so frightened that Yang Ping retreated and didn't even dare to raise his head.
"Wu Yue, why don't you leave quickly!" Yang Ping winked at him repeatedly.
Yang Wuyue smiled and ran out of the house. Another sound of fighting came from behind. Mortal feelings are the most sincere. Yang Wuyue's biggest regret is that she missed them again and again in Mortal.