Chapter 10 Young and Sentimental, Meeting Wan Yun in the Peach Blossom Forest
The next day.
That figure waved a sword in the peach blossom forest again.
At noon, the female disciples appeared on Yunqiao again.
"Look, that stupid boy is stabbing at the peach blossom again."
The woman in Tsing Yi especially emphasized the word "poke". The flowery female disciples around her were as young as spring and white snow. They all had rosy and shy faces, and they hid their faces and smiled shyly.
"With such a thin body and a wooden sword, what can be stabbed? Senior sister is probably too busy thinking about it in spring and has some distracting thoughts."
"Oh, I won't tell you!"
The female disciple left happily, just thinking that she had a little more happiness in the boring days.
Gu Yusheng has always been there.
But he is not in the eyes of the Qingyun Sect disciples.
For Gu Yusheng, it is a day of practice.
Same monotony.
And boring!
"Three thousand one hundred and ninety-nine."
Gu Yusheng gritted his teeth. He could not hold the sword for the last time, and the wooden sword fell to the ground again.
"Three thousand four hundred swords tomorrow!"
Gu Yusheng looked at the sword that fell to the ground, and felt a little annoyed. He didn't understand why he could still swing the previous sword, but when he was left with the last sword, he suddenly lost his strength and was unable to complete the task.
Time has no trace, disturbing a few peach blossoms to bloom.
Gu Yusheng came to the peach blossom forest as usual.
"Today's goal is five thousand five hundred swords!"
Gu Yusheng took a deep breath and began to repeat boring actions.
On the Cloud Bridge.
The female disciples who came from Luochen Peak to pay silent tribute couldn't help but stop.
The woman in green clothes held her chin in her hands, staring at the unreal and thin figure in the clouds and mist, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion: "He seems to be punishing himself every day, as if he has a grudge against that peach blossom tree."
"Senior Sister Xiaofeng, practicing swordsmanship shouldn't be like this. Look at Miss Mo, you can master the Yunshui Sword Technique taught by your master as soon as you learn it. She is not burying her head in front of the peach blossom tree like this."
The woman in green clothes nodded, but did not laugh at the young man who was practicing the sword as she did in the past. Instead, she defended the young man: "But he is here every day at this point, isn't he?"
"It seems so."
On the Cloud Bridge, several women looked at each other.
The atmosphere suddenly became silent and solid.
The reason why they can laugh is because they stand at a high place and can gaze at places lower than them. But how high is Qingping Mountain? Qingyun Gate is just at the foot of the mountain.
Besides, what’s wrong with working hard alone?
Walking across the abyss is not a kind of courage.
It should be noted that the young man Ling Yunzhi once promised to be the best in the world.
"It's boring. I'm going back to practice. I heard that Miss Mo has condensed the Qi of Yuan Fei into black hair. Compared with her, what's the difference between us and Gu Yusheng?"
In the peach blossom forest, Gu Yusheng waved his wooden sword for half a month, and his whole person glowed with vitality and vitality.
As he guessed, the blue Yuan Fei Qi in Dantian was several times stronger than before swinging the sword, and the initial blue Yuan Fei Qi also turned into wisps of strange lines and threads, like a swan building a nest.
The Dantian is built up little by little.
The limits of his body are just like the number of times he can swing the last sword, and he is breaking through himself every day.
It’s another beautiful spring day.
Gu Yusheng swung his sword as usual. In his eyes, the peach blossom at the tip of the sword was as if he had met it for the first time. From its unopened buds to now, the fragrance is overflowing. Gu Yusheng witnessed the blooming of a peach blossom.
The aroma is tangy and refreshing.
Gu Yusheng suddenly turned his head and saw a girl as bright as a flower on the peach blossom tree behind him. She jumped on the branches and landed in front of him in an instant.
The girl has peach blossoms in her eyes and is wearing a white dress.
The flesh is like jade, and the jade is as pure as jade.
The appearance is full of flowers, and the flowers are as beautiful as brocade.
Gu Yusheng looked into the eyes of the girl who was pressing the peach blossoms with her hands. They looked at each other in a daze. Those beautiful jasper eyes seemed to be filled with stars. Their brilliance could not be compared to the beautiful blue waves in the world.
Gu Yusheng was a little at a loss. The wooden sword in his hand still maintained an upright and stabbing movement, and he squeezed his fingers tightly for fear of hurting the girl. His lips trembled, and he wanted to say hello to the girl, but he was timid and didn't know how to say it.
But he still showed a quiet and indifferent smile.
"You're blocking my sword practice."
"Hey, it turns out the person they were talking about was you."
Mo Wanyun held her hands in her arms, her face covered with peach blossoms, her smart eyes were full of curiosity, the breeze blew across her face, stirring a few strands of hair. In the age of cardamom, her body was like a willow branch that had just begun to grow, and the lotus leaves were pointed.
, not familiar with the customs of this world, only the innocence and romance of girls.
"What?"
"That person who practices swordsmanship against peach blossoms every day."
When Mo Wanyun said this, he covered his mouth and smiled. With his smart eyes, he saw that Gu Yusheng was holding a sword and motionless. He was extremely cautious and awkward. He laughed out loud. He stretched out his jade hand to stand across the peach blossom tree, and gently touched it with his little fingers like lotus root.
A light click on Gu Yusheng's wooden sword.
"Don't poke me."
She walked around the peach blossom branches, put her hands on her hips, and showed her savage posture again, with a fierce look on her face.
"Give me my stuff back."
Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew what the bright-eyed and unruly girl in front of him wanted. He obviously wanted to return it honestly, but he changed his words when he spoke.
"I do not understand."
"Dishonest."
Mo Wanyun stared at Gu Yusheng up and down, and flicked the silver butterfly on her bun with her fingers.
"A pearl in my hairpin."
"Strung with red thread."
Gu Yusheng shook his head.
"Never seen it."
"real?"
Gu Yusheng nodded.
The girl tapped her fingers on the hollow of her pink cheeks.
He suddenly stretched his face towards Gu Yusheng's face, which made Gu Yusheng lean back in fright. In a daze, he smelled the girl's fragrance, which was more charming than the smell of peach blossoms.
The young man's face suddenly turned red and he said in a panic: "Be careful, I'm going to stab you with my sword."
"Huh, you're blushing, you lied!"
"I...I didn't."
Gu Yusheng stepped back, his body unsteady and he fell to the ground, looking a bit embarrassed.
The girl giggled.
"Then just pretend you didn't lie."
Mo Wanyun stretched out his hand, picked off the peach blossom that Gu Yusheng pointed at with his sword every day, hung it on his bun, and stuck out his tongue at the young man in a weird way.
"Does it look good?"
Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment and just nodded silently.
"Let's go!"
Mo Wanyun turned around at this time and skipped away. She shuttled through the peach blossom forest, occasionally disturbing a peach tree or two, causing peach blossoms to fly down.
It took a while.
Gu Yusheng stood up and held his sword.
A sword thrust out.
Feeling restless, he cut down countless peach blossoms. The orioles flying in the peach blossom forest and the grass growing gradually blurred the back of the girl who was going away.
well.
Gu Yusheng felt inexplicably sad and hung his sword on his body.
This sword today.
Can't practice it.
Turning around and walking to the small courtyard, the peach blossom stuffed in the corner can be unsealed today.
Gu Yusheng mixed some of the aged wine in the wine gourd, installed a wine jar, and went to the Palace of Things to hand over the sect's tasks.
"Is this the wine you're looking for?"
Ruan Ji, the elder in charge of the Hall of Things, opened his thin eyes and looked at the earthen altar that Gu Yusheng passed on the counter.
"Yes, senior."
Ruan Ji stretched his neck and stared at the young man in front of him.
It had only been half a month, but the young man in front of him seemed to have grown taller. His face, carved by the sun, looked like a stone that had been beaten by wind and rain, with an indescribable tenacity.
Ruan Jiben was about to speak, but his nose twitched slightly. He suddenly smelled the aroma of wine, reached out and touched the jar. In front of Gu Yusheng, he took out a small bamboo cup with his backhand, took a drink from it, and took a sip.
"This wine..."
Ruan Ji's eyes suddenly became bright.
Taking another sip, Mr. Ruan closed his eyes and tasted the wine carefully.
Gu Yusheng waited quietly in the palace, his mind still echoing with the bright-eyed girl who suddenly appeared in the peach blossom forest. As for the peach blossom wine, he was not worried.
At this time.
There was a burst of messy footsteps behind him.
I saw four big men carrying a huge jade wine jar. The mouth of the jar was covered with a special wine-sealing red cloth. The jade wine jar was also printed with the logo of the Xuanlong Dynasty.
Palace Jade Liquid.
The Ninth Prince Chu Chen held a oscillating fan and was followed by several people. One of them was Lu Chen, the son of Lu Zhan.
And the four big men carrying the wine, although they are not practitioners, they all hide their secrets and are obviously first-rate mortal warriors.
"Elder Ruan, His Highness the Ninth Prince sent people from the Xuanlong Dynasty to transport the palace's century-old collection from the Xuanlong Dynasty to find fine wines. The Ninth Prince took over the task again today."
Lu Chen somehow managed to get onto Chu Chen's vine of wealth and was willing to be the one who yelled at everyone.
Ruan Ji suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and there seemed to be a touch of anger in his eyes, as if he was suddenly awakened from a wonderful dream.
The registered disciples on the left and right lowered their heads in fear. It was not easy to get involved in the matter in front of them.
They were not afraid of Lu Chen, but because the ninth prince of the Xuanlong Dynasty was so distinguished that he asked four palace guards to carry wine from thousands of miles away just to contribute to a hundred sects? Is this really such a gesture?
The atmosphere, maybe Chu Chen didn't care about the hundred sect contribution points at all, but took this opportunity to show off the royal wine of the Xuanlong Dynasty. With this attitude alone, the master who issued this task also had to give face.
Thinking of this, the two disciples beside Ruan Ji secretly looked at Gu Yusheng.
This boy is really unlucky.
Judging from Mr. Ruan's expression just now, this wine must be good.
It's a pity... No matter how good the wine is, can it be as good as the royal wine of Xuanlong Dynasty?
Lu Chen was frightened by Ruan Ji's look. In his erratic gaze, he noticed the thin Gu Yusheng in the hall. He glanced at the earthen jar on the counter and immediately understood what was going on. He laughed at Gu Yusheng: "
I thought who took this task, Gu Yusheng, why don’t you take a pee and take a picture of yourself? The wine you brew can also hand in the task?"
Gu Yusheng looked at Ruan Ji.
Ruan Ji glanced at Gu Yusheng and thought to himself, this young man doesn't care about the length of time, his demeanor is much more pleasing to the eyes than Lu Chen's blabbering.
However, the Ninth Prince could never afford to offend him.
"Whether I can hand in the task or not is not up to me. I'll just wait here."
Ruan Ji stood up and flicked his sleeves. Both the earthen wine jar Gu Yusheng placed on the counter and the large jar of wine brought by the four palace guards all flew up out of thin air. Ruan Ji put his feet on the ground and floated away.
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The four palace guards who originally looked aloof and looked down upon the practitioners of Qingyun Sect suddenly looked solemn.
Although Qingyun Sect is a third-rate sect, it still has some foundation.