Two days later, it was still cold in the Imperial Capital.
When Lou Cheng stepped into the courtyard again, Mr. Mei was tending flowers and plants, leisurely and contented.
He changed into a short black robe, which was no longer the same as before. His silver hair was much thinner, and his eyes were even more desolate and lonely.
"Junior, I pay my respects to Senior Mei." Lou Cheng bowed respectfully.
Mr. Mei raised his head, his eyebrows that were about to pop out of his face twitched twice, and said with a kind smile:
"The second room on the left."
"Thank you, senior." Lou Cheng walked towards the left side of the courtyard without being verbose or chatting, while Mrs. Mei lowered her head and focused on the flowers and plants again, as if nothing else mattered.
After stepping onto the steps and stopping in front of his destination, Lou Cheng stared at the windowless room for a few seconds before reaching out and pushing open the door with mottled copper locks.
The squeaking sound dragged on for a long time, and the scene inside slowly appeared in his eyes.
The ground is paved with blue bricks, and nothing is placed. The feeling of openness and coldness is palpable, as if even in summer, this place will feel like late autumn.
Lou Cheng did not look around, his eyes were directly attracted by a picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall. It was dark and dark around it, not affected by external light. He could only vaguely see a Taoist statue depicted in the center, and the Yuanshi Tianzun in the Taoist temple.
The statue somewhat resembles a Taoist priest.
With Lou Cheng's current level and strength, he couldn't see clearly. He instinctively took a few steps forward, entered the room, and got closer.
The light in his eyes gathered, like a big sun taking shape, shining in front of him, trying to penetrate the darkness.
At this moment, a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, surrounded by darkness, boundless, and bright dots in the distance, pure white and dazzling, moving slowly along a mysterious trajectory.
"I balanced the 'cosmic starry sky' in the elixir...how did it appear naturally?" Lou Cheng's thoughts just flashed through his mind when he suddenly saw a hand as white as jade pressing down.
Its five fingers are held empty, and the palm is dark and deep, making the starry sky and the universe become smaller and smaller, becoming more and more solid.
Click!
The "stars" are shattered one after another, the darkness shrinks rapidly, returns to one point, and then erupts and breaks into pieces!
Kick, kick, kick! Lou Cheng stepped back a few steps and retreated outside the door. There was blood oozing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his spirit was obviously listless, and his head was in pain.
In just a few breaths, he felt like he had fought hard against the "Dragon King" and the "Martial Saint"!
"This is the Forbidden Department. Yuqing Chapter? What level did the senior who created this magical skill reach? Is it something that can only be met but not sought?" With his thoughts swirling, Lou Cheng sat down cross-legged, calmed his breathing, and then went back and forth in an orderly manner.
I visualized the words "Ji" and "Lin" and entered a deep sleep.
An hour later, he opened his eyes and felt refreshed.
Lou Cheng stood up with strength on his back, stepped into the house again, and looked at the dark scroll. He saw a similar scene, and he held on for a few seconds longer than before.
Twice, three times... When he endured the pain of a deep sleep that did not recover and wanted to continue to comprehend, he saw Mr. Mei standing at the door wearing a black short robe.
"Go back, think more, and understand more. Before entering the forbidden realm, each warrior will see different scenes due to his own foundation and what he has learned. The same warrior will also have different insights after a break in time.
There are subtle differences." Mr. Mei said in a calm tone, "As long as you continue to complete a task every year, you can come and understand it once. Haha, you can't bite off more than you can chew. Let's digest the previous gains first."
"Yes, Senior Mei." Lou Cheng suppressed the melancholy in his heart.
He turned around and walked towards the courtyard door. When he was about to go out, he suddenly looked back and asked:
"Senior Mei, can I share my understanding of the forbidden magical skills with others?"
"If other warriors don't mind." Mei Lao smiled slightly.
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In a few days, the finals of the "Super Grade Battle" will begin, between the defending champion "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou, the challenger "Dragon King" Chen Qitao, the "Clown" Gu Jianxi and the "Ming King" Zhihai. In a single round-robin format, if there is a
If the three players have the same record and each other's victory or defeat forms a closed loop, there will be an extra match.
Lou Cheng and "Luo Queen" Ning Zitong had an encounter in the first game. Due to the draw of lots, "Dragon King" beat "Wu Sheng" head-on. This time, he won, but was seriously injured.
After that, the peerless twins, who both suffered losses, took advantage of the "King of Ming" Zhihai. He won three out of three matches and became the "super strong" of this year. He won his second personal title, far ahead of his contemporaries such as Lou Cheng, Peng Leyun and Ren Li.
Warrior.
Not long after the "super-quality battle" ended, the top professional competitions rekindled the war, and the curtain of the new session is about to begin.
The person responsible for this is the last "No. 1 in the world" Dragon Tiger Club. They will sit in the Chixia Mountain of Huacheng to meet the challenge of the Foreign League.
On Friday afternoon, the sky was dark and steamy.
A luxurious minibus drove out of the airport and headed to the "Guyue Hotel". On the bus were the foreign gang members of the League of Foreign Relations and their assistants and other personnel.
Karasawa Kaoru no longer wore a kimono, but instead put on the Kwanwai League martial arts uniform with a white base and red accents. The "puffer fish pill" was hidden in the sheath, lying across her knees.
She used the corner of her eye to observe Lu Yongyong, who was sitting by the opposite window, and saw that his hair was neatly combed back, and he was admiring the street scene outside with a very indifferent expression. The world-famous "Zhanshendou" was standing calmly.
Beside, against the seat, a dark green scabbard shimmered.
"Hmm..." Karasawa Kaoru did not look away, but adjusted his sitting posture, as if imitating the other party, just like when he first entered "Shinsai-ryu" and was accepted as a disciple by his master.
In those years, when I was still very short, I always imitated every move of my master, whether it was martial arts or daily habits, so as to cultivate my temperament and adjust my mind. It was not until I became successful in swordsmanship that I gradually formed my own style.
Master once said that every strong man starts by imitating his predecessors!
I will now start over by myself, starting from imitating Senior Lu!
He is a master of swordsmanship and has certain similarities with Japanese swordsmanship. His master once visited him in his prime and learned about "swordsmanship". He was convinced by him and believed that he is better than before because of this relationship.
Only then can you bypass the obstacles and enter the Foreign Alliance.
A strong "swordsman" who can fill his master with awe every time he mentions it, is indeed someone worth imitating!
Tang Zexun felt that he had once again found the enthusiasm he had when he first practiced "kendo".
Well…the biggest barrier right now is language…
At this moment, the sky became a little darker again, and the rain suddenly fell, blurring the car windows.
The rain of spring... Tang Zexun thought in a daze.
Suddenly, she heard Lu Yongyuan talking to himself in a low voice and an erratic tone:
"It's raining."
The rain outside the window was getting worse, and a continuous and long moan came from the dark green scabbard beside Lu Yongyuan. There was a feeling that the dullness was gone and joy filled the air, like a real dragon finally taking off its restraints and tumbling in the air.
The clouds move and rain.
"Zheng!"
The sound of the sword's roar echoed, and Tang Zexun seemed to be touched by something, but it was difficult to have a clear idea.
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"It's raining..." Ning Zitong looked out the window and sighed in the Longhu Club's large conference room.
"It's not like I've never seen rain before." Coach Lu Yan responded impatiently, then looked at Lou Cheng and Guo Jie and said, "Let's continue talking about the Foreign League."
"Yeah." After living in Huacheng for so long, Lou Cheng is no longer surprised by rain, even if it is the first rain after the beginning of spring.
Guo Jie was even more unblinking and always stared at the projection screen, even though she was unlikely to play. As for the "Dragon King", she was receiving "comprehensive treatment" in the hospital and would not be able to compete again for more than ten days.
Lu Yan nodded and said unceremoniously:
"The Foreign Alliance is not strong."
"Except for Lu Yongyong, there are many Waigangs left, but none of them can get the first grade."
"Lu Yongyong will talk about it last. Since he created the sword technique, his strength has been increasing day by day, and he has the qualifications to truly compete for the title. We must pay attention to it."
"In addition to him, the Guanwai League also has two second-grade members, one third-grade member, and Tang Zexun, who has recently joined and has not yet reported to the association for finalization."
"The two second-grade ones are clearly Li Pingwa, the 'Golden Mao Jiao', and Zhu Xiaoyun, the 'Mirage Dragon'."
When the word "golden fur" was mentioned, Ning Zitong glanced at Lou Cheng and laughed out loud, destroying the solemn atmosphere that Lu Yan had deliberately created.
"Actually, I think nicknames like God of Plague and Doom are much stronger than Jian Lai Jian Qu." She said.
"I also want to change my nickname, but no one listens..." Lou Cheng was very helpless.
That "Mirage Dragon" Zhu Xiaoyun is famous for her illusion skills, and he should be the Waigang expert who is currently teaching Sister Jingjing...
Boom, boom, boom, Lu Yan knocked on the table a few times, then continued:
"Li Pingwa was originally placed high hopes by the Guanwai League, thinking that he could quickly become a first-class player, and after a few years of accumulation, he could even hope to compete for the title. However, his growth trajectory was not as expected. It was said that not long after he was promoted, he encountered the Dragon King and was beaten and lost.
Confidence, it is said that his father, who depended on him for life, passed away in the year he was away from home, which made him devastated. From then on, he was confused, couldn't find his direction, and his improvement was slow."