Mu Yu lay comfortably on the bed. The accommodation provided by the Qingsong Sect was spacious and bright, which was much better than Mu Yu's shabby home in the Luochen Sect.
Chengyan made a pot of tea, poured it for his master, and then poured himself a cup. He raised his head and asked, "Would Mu Yu want to taste the Qingsong sect's tea?"
"It's better not to drink something so unpleasant."
Mu Yu smiled sarcastically. He didn't understand what was so good about tea. The tea was like mouthwash in his mouth. Gulu drank it after two times. Apart from the bitter taste, it tasted better than the soup made by Uncle An. He thought
I don’t know why I need to drink tea.
"Tasting tea can make people calm down. The way of tea has a long history, which means that after all the hardships, sweetness comes. Tasting tea is not about its taste, but about its heart. If the heart is right, the taste will be mellow." Feng Haochen smiled slightly, thinking about it and a person whose mind was not yet clear.
It seems too early for a mature teenager to talk about tea.
Mu Yu touched his head: "It's too profound and not suitable for me."
Chengyan shook his head helplessly and sat down in front of his master. Mu Yu thought about the competition tomorrow. No one from the Luochen sect came to participate in this competition every year, but he thought that since they all came, he was a little curious, so he asked: "
Master, can I participate in the competition tomorrow?"
"You can go if you want, it doesn't matter, it's good to gain some experience." Feng Haochen nodded.
"That's great, Master, how do they compete? Literary battle? Martial arts battle? Full civil and martial arts battle?" Muyu said eagerly. After spending time with his master for a long time, he felt that he was also a very artistic young man, full of life.
I love it, and occasionally I can recite a poem or two about "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere."
"Chengyan, tell him!"
Chengyan responded, and then said: "You can participate if you want. The rules are very simple. There are twenty sects, and each sect will send one person to compete with the other nineteen sects in a round-robin competition. A sect
Seven people are allowed to participate, and one of these seven people will be selected in each competition. That is to say, these seven people have to play a total of nineteen games. They will be ranked according to the number of games won. If two sects win the same number of games, the two sects will be ranked.
Let’s fight again.”
"Senior brother, will you come with me? We can form a 'Chengmu Yanyu' group, maybe the first place will be ours." Mu Yu asked eagerly.
Chengyan burst into laughter, then shook his head: "For the sake of fairness, the participants are all young disciples, no more than twenty-five years old, and their cultivation is limited to the foundation building stage. Although I have hidden my cultivation now, they didn't notice it,
But as soon as I take action, I basically can't hide it from the other elders at the Golden Core stage. If you want to participate, you have to fight nineteen games with nineteen sects by yourself. The other sects have seven people to rotate, so you can only work non-stop.
"
Mu Yu's smile froze, and after a while he said depressedly: "We should really call Ling'er and Xiang Nan."
"You don't need to win anyway, you can just pick a few sects to fight, and just give up on the others." Chengyan said nonchalantly.
"What is the level of cultivation of the 25-year-old disciples of other sects?" Mu Yu thought that he could pick a few soft bones and beat them, which would save more effort.
Chengyan thought for a while and said: "Generally speaking, for talented disciples like the Qingsong Sect, it is no problem for two or three to reach the ninth level of foundation building at the age of twenty-five. The previous sects must all have foundation building.
Among the disciples of the Nine Heavens, the latter few are relatively weak. They have cultivated to the fifth or sixth heaven. There are even those who have just entered the foundation building stage. It is not impossible for them to be in the Qi training stage. Like the Qiantian sect, one of the four people
It’s from the ninth level of Qi training.”
"Senior brother, are you twenty years old today?" Mu Yu suddenly glared at Chengyan.
Chengyan shrugged noncommittally. Mu Yu rolled his eyes. He had never felt anything in the sect before. Even if the senior brother reaches the golden elixir stage before he is twenty years old, it seems to be a matter of course. However, this is too abnormal in the world of cultivation.
He was already at the Golden Core stage at the age of twenty. How could anyone believe him if he told him? He also thought that Xiang Nan was only seventeen years old and had already established the ninth level of heaven. Ling'er was sixteen years old and had also established the ninth level of heaven. It wouldn't feel right to go out.
.
"Senior brother, are you close to catching up with Uncle An in cultivation?" Mu Yu asked curiously. Chengyan never mentioned his cultivation. He didn't know the real cultivation of Uncle An and Master, he only knew the three of them.
All are in the golden elixir stage.
Chengyan smiled: "You have to work hard, Xiang Nan and Ling'er are about to break through to the golden elixir stage, and you will be left behind then."
"Why am I missing? Do we have to summon the dragon after the six of us reach the golden elixir stage? Then there is still one missing."
Mu Yu remembered the story the village chief told him when he was a child about the Seven Swords Summoning the Dragon and the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea. Now he was only at the fourth level of foundation building, and he might just be better than those two troublemakers. Then he thought, what if
Including the mysterious second senior brother, there are exactly seven.
"If you encounter the Qiantian Sect, just give up. Taoist Boyang is a good man and he helped me once a few years ago. We don't care whether we win or lose. People care," Feng Haochen said.
Mu Yu nodded and had no objection to this. The qualifications of the disciples of the Qiantian Sect were not as good as those of other sects, and their recruitment of disciples was not satisfactory every year. If he defeated them, it would only make things worse for them. They only brought four people this time.
One of them is still in the Qi training period, so this lineup is not very optimistic. Since the master has said so, there is nothing to worry about.
To compete with other people in the foundation building stage, he has only met a few so far. But three months ago, when he was still in the third level of foundation building, he almost killed Li Li in the ninth level of foundation building due to a strange state.
Yuan, he has always been curious about why he lost control. He didn't tell anyone about it, including his master. He didn't like that state and didn't want to enter that state again.
It was still early, so you had to at least take a stroll when you came to this heroic sect. Mu Yu happily ran out after asking for his master's permission. In front of the courtyard was a small forest, and further ahead seemed to be where the disciples of the Qingsong Sect lived.
, Mu Yu didn't want to go there, so he turned to the side and remembered that when he came back just now, there was a unique red tower there. He didn't know what it was for.
The pagoda is ancient and elegant, exuding a simple atmosphere, which makes people feel solemn. There is a plaque on the pagoda, which is engraved with three gold-inlaid characters "Cangshu Ge". Mu Yu doesn't know what Cangshuge means. In this sect, people still read books.
No? When he still wanted to move forward, he was stopped by two disciples of the Qingsong Sect.
"This is a forbidden area of the Qingsong Sect. Outsiders are not allowed to enter." A disciple of the Qingsong Sect said arrogantly. He felt Mu Yu's cultivation during the Qi training period and showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, obviously looking down on Mu Yu. In fact, the disciples of the Qingsong Sect looked down upon Mu Yu.
Other sects have a sense of superiority, which is inevitable.
Mu Yu curled his lips and walked back, muttering as he walked: "What books are there to hide? Are you hiding pornographic books? The village chief said that kind of books are harmful to your mental health!"
Mu Yu didn't know that this library was the location of Qingsong Sect's cultivation techniques. Only Qingsong Sect disciples could read it. In fact, every sect had more or less similar features. Maybe except for the shabby Luochen Sect, he didn't It’s understandable that he knows the meaning of Zangshuge.
While Mu Yu was kicking stones and thinking about where else to go for a stroll, he suddenly saw a young man sitting on a stone chair under the tree, holding a piece of cloth in his hand and gently wiping the iron sword in his hand.
This man, Mu Yu, naturally knew that he was a disciple of the Qiantian Sect, the guy who carried the magic weapon on his back instead of putting it into the Qiankun Bag. Mu Yu was a little curious about him. He looked very indifferent. Just now Taoist Boyang asked his disciples to go out. It was time to follow Cheng Yan, and everyone answered, but he remained indifferent.
"Hello, my name is Mu Yu." Mu Yu sat opposite him, across a stone table, looking at the sword in his hand. It was just an ordinary iron sword, black, wide back, and looked very heavy. Look.
"Qiantian Sect, Gu Yitian." The young man raised his head and glanced at Mu Yu. He recognized Mu Yu and did not show any emotion. He just replied lightly.
His cold personality reminded Mu Yu of Uncle An's paralyzed face. He wondered if this young man also had a paralyzed face. Mu Yu continued to ask, "Why don't you put this magic weapon away instead of carrying it on your body?"
"It's not a magic weapon, it's just an ordinary sword." Gu Yitian still wiped his sword.
Mu Yu blinked. Whether a cultivator's flying sword or other magic weapons are made of precious materials, how could an ordinary iron sword be favored by a cultivator?
"Then how do you fly?" Mu Yu couldn't help but ask.
Gu Yitian did not answer Mu Yu directly, but suddenly asked: "That person named Chengyan, will he come to participate in the competition tomorrow?"
Mu Yu was stunned for a moment, why did he suddenly involve his senior brother?
"What are you doing? Do you want to practice with him?" Mu Yu secretly laughed, Chengyan's cultivation level was not comparable to that of this young man.
"I just think he is very strong and I want to challenge him." Gu Yitian slowly wrapped the sword with cloth.
Mu Yu spread his hands: "Then I'm afraid you won't get what you want. Our sect doesn't care about the competition, so he doesn't plan to participate, but I will participate. Maybe we can learn from each other."
Gu Yitian looked at Mu Yu: "My target is not you, but those disciples with good talents. We are all gray disciples and there is nothing to compare with."
The disciples of the last sect were all not very qualified. When Taoist Boyang recruited disciples in his class, there were not enough people, so he also picked this gray disciple away. He thought that the last disciple of the Luochen sect must be better than them. Not even close.
Mu Yu was surprised and said: "Are you also a gray disciple? You were selected away. That's too much. Why didn't anyone like me in the first place? I'm not ugly either!"
After saying this, he found that he regretted a little. If no one thought highly of him, how would he have met his master? He has always been grateful to his master. He sighed quickly and cut off the thought just now.
Gu Yitian was puzzled: "No one cares about you, why are you here?"
"You're just kidding, I think your cultivation is not bad, are you really a gray disciple?" Mu Yu asked. It is difficult for gray disciples to achieve any results in cultivation, otherwise Deacon Xun would not be treated as a servant of other sect disciples for the rest of his life.
Gu Yitian said calmly: "Talent doesn't mean anything. Have you ever heard of physical training?"
Mu Yu's eyes widened. His master once told him that some people in the world of cultivation would choose physical training because of their poor qualifications. Physical training is a very painful process, because they have to constantly push their bodies to break through the limits, and in pain
Break out of the cocoon and be reborn. Those who are not very perseverant in physical cultivation cannot try it. They are very cruel to themselves and will be scarred every time they practice. They are not like normal cultivators who can use spiritual power to fight with others. They rely on their strong physical body for everything.
When their physical bodies are cultivated to an incredible level, their bodies will undergo a qualitative leap, and their strength will not be inferior to that of other cultivators. Relying on their powerful bodies, the power they can produce can make people look at them with admiration.
Many people in the world of self-cultivation will try to take this path of physical cultivation, but many people have given up. The life-or-death process makes it difficult to persist, and those who can persist may not necessarily succeed. This road is too difficult.
"Are you a physical practitioner?" Mu Yu asked.
Gu Yitian put the sword on the stone table. The stone table suddenly tilted. He gently held it with his hand to steady the stone table: "This sword weighs five hundred kilograms, so I naturally have to carry it on my back. I don't have enough spiritual power.
There is no such thing as a secret."
Mu Yu opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say. He admired people who practiced physical education very much, but it was difficult to succeed in physical cultivation. If they wanted to practice Taoism, they had congenital defects and could only take this path. This lonely life
Tian must be a determined person, otherwise he would not choose physical cultivation.
"I'm very curious about your senior brother. He's not much older than me, and his cultivation seems to be very unusual. I want to ask him for advice when I have the chance."
Gu Yitian picked up the sword, stood up, turned and left.
Mu Yu is looking forward to tomorrow's competition. He wants to see with his own eyes the strength of physical training.