Chapter Forty-Seven: The Spiritual Sword Drawing Style
Till death?
Dashan and Fengmian led several brothers from Laifeng Academy back to the academy leisurely.
Will Feng Mian take Wang Yong's threats to heart? The answer is no.
Based on Shengtian Academy's habits, Feng Mian knew their rules very well. Anyone who was sent out to do tasks, such as procurement, transportation, and communication with merchants, were not core or outstanding disciples.
Don't think that Feng Mian's choice to rob their supplies was impulsive. He just saw through that Wang Yong and his group had no strength at all. Even with the newly enrolled brothers, they could easily succeed.
In terms of fighting to the death, he and Shengtian Academy have been fighting to the death for a long time. Why wait until now, Wang Yong? Anyway, he will face it head-on in three months, so this conflict is not bad.
On the way, the junior student who had been following behind him rubbed his hands nervously at the hem of his clothes until they were almost wrinkled. Finally, he mustered up the courage to say to Feng Mian: "Senior Feng Mian, you are so amazing! I admire you so much.
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Feng Mian smiled faintly and turned his head: "Actually, it's nothing. Don't forget, Shengtian College has always said that I am their traitor. So I have been in Shengtian, and I am just more familiar with their routines."
"Also, brother, you have to understand. You and I are both new disciples who have entered the academy, and I am not a senior. From now on, just call me Feng Mian. If you trust me, then we will be good brothers from now on.
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Not long after, everyone returned to Laifeng College with a large cart of goods.
Feng Mian found that all the freshmen were gathered in the main hall at this moment. There was a very spacious table in the middle, enough to accommodate all of them, including Deacon Li Mu.
Dashan and the others looked at each other, confused: "What are you doing?"
Deacon Li Mu stood up and waved his sleeves slightly: "Have you bought the things? Why don't you go cook!"
He glanced over and fixed on Feng Mian. The meaning was already obvious.
"You want me to cook? Archdeacon, don't tell me that Laifeng College doesn't even have a chef now? What on earth is going on? It wasn't like this before."
Suddenly, Deacon Li Mu took a step forward. With a wave of his hand, a tyrannical force swept towards Feng Mian's face. He flew it out in an instant: "What are you talking about? In an hour, I will have hot food."
vegetable."
Turning his eyes, the Archdeacon fixed his gaze on Dashan.
He immediately turned around and walked in: "Da Shan, you have the purest temperament and are straightforward. Tell me everything that happened today. If even a single word is false, you should know the consequences."
Scratching his head, Dashan walked in and was about to speak when the brother from before spoke first.
"Arch Deacon, you don't know. Brother Feng Mian is really awesome today. Before this, I was still a little dissatisfied with why he was a special admissions student. Now it seems that he does have the qualifications, and he is more than enough."
Next, Feng Mian was forced to cook meals for a large group of people. Dashan and others also narrated what happened. The other disciples who stayed in the academy were, as expected, very fascinated.
"Hmph! He is the most restless among you. You all still admire him? At the rate he is causing trouble, in less than three months, he will probably be killed by someone from Shengtian Academy."
Deacon Li Mu spoke seriously, and everyone immediately did not dare to say anything more.
However, even though he said this on the surface, in his heart he still felt that Feng Mian was like this
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It's a pleasure to do.
They didn't cause this matter in the first place. The other party looks down on Laifeng Academy and won't allow them to regain their place? It's okay not to cause trouble, but Laifeng Academy won't be afraid of trouble when trouble comes.
The night is cold.
Feng Mian and Da Shan were lying side by side on the back hillside. They both had a piece of wild grass in their mouths.
Frowning his brows, Feng Mian couldn't figure it out.
"Da Shan, do you think we got on a pirate ship? I came here to study and practice, but the chief deacon asked me to cook and stir-fry all day long. You all left after you finished eating, and I was left alone to continue cleaning up the kitchen.
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Hearing this, Dashan chuckled and the weeds fell from his mouth.
He stood up and looked at Feng Mian: "Brother Feng Mian, it seems that you didn't understand the history of the college before entering Laifeng College. Back then, Laifeng and Shengtian were equally prosperous, and there would be competitions every year."
"The further you go, the greater the stakes between the two deans, and it even reaches the point of a life-and-death fight. Look at those ten steps. That year, the two deans agreed that as long as one of the younger generations of Shengtian Academy can step up, they can choose
One person engages in a life-and-death duel, but only if both parties are willing."
As cultivators, we all have a sense of arrogance. As students from both colleges, no one is willing to admit defeat. But that time, there were many people from Shengtian College who rushed forward. Laifeng College was unexpected and suffered heavy losses.
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Feng Mian looked at him seriously: "Da Shan, I didn't expect you to understand so well. What happened next?"
A moment of silence.
Dashan said with some regret: "The dean at the time felt extremely guilty and blamed himself. He also understood that Shengtian College deliberately used a trick to get them into a trap and wanted to completely destroy Laifeng College."
From then on, the dean was rarely in the college. He also ordered all the students of Laifeng College to spread out as much as possible after they studied in the college and reached a certain level of cultivation and could go out to practice.
Today, the biggest difference between Laifeng College and Shengtian College is that the outstanding students and core members of the former are located all over Cangzhou and will not all be concentrated in the college to deal with Shengtian College.
"So that's it. In fact, this method is quite good. Scatter them everywhere and then practice on your own. Just like the stars in the sky, they are so shining. When something happens in the college in the future, when they are called back, they will be a strong force.
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Nodding, Dashan held his scabbard, not knowing what he was thinking, and was a little lost in thought.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of them. The sword buzzed as a warning.
As soon as his body moved, Dashan took the lead to chase him out. Feng Mian discovered that although Dashan's body was strong, his movement speed was not weak at all. Given time, he would definitely be a very strong practitioner.
"Who are you? Wandering around the back of Laifeng College in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?"
The afterimage flashed, and the mountain blocked the black shadow. The sword stood in front of him, and a wave of momentum slowly spread out.
The person in front of him was indeed a masked man. But judging from his body shape, he was also very strong, so he should be a man. He felt the breath of the broadsword, but he didn't panic at all.
"Hehe... Boy, your knife is a good knife, but it's a pity that you have never been able to exert its maximum power. Also, you have been very distressed recently. Why can't you break through that barrier?"
Shocked in his heart, Dashan stared at the man in black: "Who are you? Why do you understand me so well? You know even the spiritual martial arts skills I practice very well?"
At this moment, Feng Mian's body shot out. His fist of golden light shot straight out.
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Force the man in black to face him.
"Thirty-six Tiangang Fist, one heavy punch!"
Bang! Bang! Boom!
The shadows of the fists dispersed and gathered together quickly. Feng Mian didn't hesitate at all, and struck hard.
The man in black folded his palms to protect his face, and actually received his move head-on, but stepped back slightly. The energy in his body exploded, as if a ferocious beast was roaring, forcibly counteracting the impact of the fist shadow.
Finally, Dashan came to his senses. His eyes lit up: "Brother Feng Mian, stop! He is not a bad person, he is my uncle!" Stepping forward quickly, Dashan raised his hand to forcefully separate the fight between the two.
Stunned, Feng Mian stepped back. He was a little confused.
"Da Shan, what did you just say? Do you know this man in black? If you know him, why do you come here so sneakily? Or is he your elder? I really don't understand."
Dashan looked at the man in black and felt helpless: "Uncle, can't you play this kind of role-playing game for a while? If you want to see me, just come directly. It's so thrilling."
Pulling off the black scarf, a face that was equally honest but mature was revealed.
"Hehe... Boy, if I came directly, how would I know if you have practiced well? Also, your brother is really strong. If he had punched just now, if he had been faster, I wouldn't have been able to catch it.
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Feng Mian was quite embarrassed, but he soon got over it.
Hands over: "Senior, thank you very much. But you came here late at night, is there anything important?"
The middle-aged man looked at the mountain and the big knife in his hand. He frowned slightly.
"Boy, you have been practicing for so long, and this sword has not been stained with blood at all? If you continue like this, how will you be able to successfully practice the Soul-Drawing Sword Style? Alas...what do you want me to say to you!"
After glancing at the two of them, Feng Mian knew that he shouldn't disturb him at this time, but out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask: "Yu Ling Drawing Sword Style? Even the Archdeacon said that your sword skills are very powerful? What's going on?
thing?"
Helpless, smile bitterly.
"A very powerful sword technique? That's right. But it was passed down to me, but it can't exert a level of power. The spirit-drawing sword style emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. Infuse the blade with spiritual power, and then use the spirit to draw it.
Know how to attack."
Dashan curled his lips: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I have never killed anyone in my life. So this sword of mine has never seen blood. And if you want to break through the Yuling Drawing Sword Style, you must sacrifice the sword with blood."
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The middle-aged man slapped Dashan on the back of the head: "This boy has been kind since he was a child. He likes to think about the good in everything. He never thinks that there are bad people in the world. But he was born in our clan."
Raising his hand, Feng Mian interrupted: "Senior, I understand the basic situation of Dashan. Today you want to reminisce about the past, please continue. It is not convenient for me to inquire too much about your family's affairs."
Turning to leave, Feng Mian waved back: "Da Shan, after you finish talking to uncle, come to Xumi Space to find me immediately. Within three days, I will definitely help you break through this barrier of sword-fighting spirit."
A knife needs to see blood to become truly sharp, and Feng Mian knows this very well.
Maybe it wasn't possible before, but in this Laifeng Academy, as long as there is Xumi Space, everything is possible.
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Mian's leaving figure and turned to look at Dashan: "It seems that you have a good relationship with him? Not bad, you have been out here for so long and you know how to make friends. Judging from his strength, you are the best
Don't become an enemy with him. This person will never be easy in the future!"