"Brother Huo Ya, we are all from the same sect, there is really no need." Ximen Yu tried to persuade.
"Brother Yu, who cares about his fellow disciples at this time?" Huo Ya didn't understand Ximen Yu's thoughts. Didn't he know that there were only the last three promotion places left in the next assessment? One less competitor.
Doesn't he himself have one more chance? What's more, Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi are standing in front of them.
Ximen Yu looked at the longing eyes of Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi, and couldn't bear to refuse. He continued: "Huo Ya, will you be chosen by the master in the end to practice his mysterious Qingzheng swordsmanship? This is
It depends on individual talent and understanding. I think Master also hopes that all of us can help each other and learn the tenth level of Zhengqing Sword Technique. In this way, not only will his sword technique be passed down, but also the best among us can be selected.
The right disciple will inherit his mantle, so it all depends on fate, why force it."
"Forcing? Then think about Xie Kun, Shan Li, and Xiao De. Why are they all hiding secretly to practice by themselves? You are the stupidest one. Why are you pretending to be righteous at this time?" The more Huo Ya talked, the more Ximen felt that
Yu failed to live up to his expectations, was not tactful and clever enough, delayed himself in not speaking up, and wasted his own time, so that his tone became a bit harsh.
"Stop talking, I've made up my mind. I'll practice my sword here. Do you like it or not?" Ximen Yu was also a little angry. He felt that Huo Ya was a bit too selfish, so he allowed him to practice sword practice with him. No.
He was willing to take Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi with him. What's even more outrageous is that he said he was pretending to be righteous. It was really funny. He was just more casual and did not take the outcome as seriously as he did. How could he become a righteous person?
.
"Brother Yu, don't be angry. I am too... I also treat you as my brother, so I am a bit harsh. Well, since you want to practice swordsmanship here, then we will practice with you here." Huo Ya saw Ximen.
Yu was angry, knowing that he had said the wrong thing just now in a hurry, so he had to follow Ximen Yu and seize this last chance.
Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi on the side snorted at Huo Ya's words and deeds, but they just understood each other tacitly and had no intention of saying anything.
"This is ridiculous. We are all brothers in the same sect. No matter where we go from now on, we will always have someone to take care of us. Then let's start practicing swordsmanship."
"Yeah, brother Ximen is right. We have lived together for so many years, why bother worrying about the gains and losses." After Zeng Yi finished speaking, he glanced at Huo Ya, as if he was telling him specifically.
"Yes, Ximenyu, please enlighten me." Zhang Zhan also asked.
"Don't dare, let's learn from each other." Ximen Yu said modestly.
So Ximenyu withdrew his heart and was immersed in his sword intention. The sword moved at will and kept dancing.
Huo Ya, Zhang Zhan, and Zeng Yi on the side saw this and hurriedly followed Ximen Yu's sword swings stroke by stroke.
Finally Ximenyu stopped. He didn't know how long he had been dancing, and he didn't know if this was the tenth level of Zhengqing Sword Technique. But no matter what, after Ximenyu finished practicing his sword, he felt very happy and intoxicated.
, and even found it difficult to let go for a long time. It seemed that he was still immersed in the sword intention just now and could not extricate himself.
The three of them, Huo Ya, who were in sharp contrast to Ximen Yu, said they couldn't stand it.
"Brother Yu, how come this tenth-level spell is so complicated? After more than half an hour, there are no rules left." Huo Ya couldn't help but said anxiously.
"Yeah, there are so many different moves, how can I remember them in a short time?" Zeng Yi also felt powerless.
"Ah, I'm so sorry. Let's do it again. I'll slow down this time and you guys try again." Ximen Yu apologized. He had just danced the sword to the depths of love and actually forgot about their existence. He felt really guilty.
So Ximenyu slowed down and showed them the Zhengqing swordsmanship he learned from his master one move at a time.
This time, all sword postures were practiced in just five or six minutes.
At this time, Huo Ya pulled Ximen Yu aside, secretly gave a thumbs up, and said softly: "Brother Yu, high, this move is high, hehe."
"Uh, what do you mean?" Ximenyu felt confused as to what Huo Ya meant by this move.
"I feel that your sword style this time is much simpler than the one just now, so did you deliberately omit some sword styles so that even if they learn them, they will not be able to exert the true power of the sword skills."
Huo Ya said in a tone that he had seen through it all.
"Well, you are thinking too much." Ximenyu couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't know how Huo Ya's thoughts could be so complicated.
"But, how could...?" Huo Ya asked suspiciously. Although he didn't finish his words, his meaning couldn't be more obvious. He still suspected that Ximen Yu had some secrets and reservations.
"In short, I have a clear conscience." Ximen Yu explained unintentionally. He was really unable to defend himself against suspicious people. At the same time, his favorability towards Huo Ya dropped by several levels.
"Brother Yu, don't get me wrong, I just said that casually." Huo Ya wanted to slap himself a few times, why was he so impatient? Such words can wait until Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi leave after thinking that they have learned swordsmanship.
It's not too late to talk to Ximen Yu alone, it will be very unpleasant now.
"Haha, let's not talk so much and let's practice swordplay." Ximenyu stopped talking and was very disappointed with Huo Ya's behavior of judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.
"Since Huo Ya doubts himself, he will simply be selfish for once." Ximen Yu thought to himself, so he started practicing swordsmanship on his own, whether they wanted to learn or not.
In the next period of time, Ximenyu really didn't say much anymore, and just practiced his sword with calm concentration. Seeing Ximenyu's calm appearance, Huo Ya Zeng Yi and the others gradually came to understand that maybe the tenth level of Zhengqing swordsmanship was the best.
The intention of the sword is to have no desire and no pursuit, so they imitated Ximen Yu's practice. However, the sword style is easy to imitate, but the intention of the sword is difficult to imitate, and how can the state of mind be so simple to figure out.
In the blink of an eye, ten days passed quickly.
The master of the Zhengqing Hall looked at the seven disciples in front of him. Each one had a different expression, and he already knew it in his heart.
"In just ten days, it is extremely difficult to grasp the charm of the tenth level of my Zhengqing Sword Technique, so now it's time to really test everyone. Come on one by one, Huo Ya, you go first."
"Yes, Master." Huo Ya responded, then he closed his eyes and slowly danced his sword skills to achieve the effect of showing his sword skills without any distractions.
"The next Zeng Yi." The owner of the hall shook his head and said. He felt that Huo Ya's swordsmanship was deliberately forced and seemed nondescript.
When Huo Ya saw his master's expression, he knew that he had been sentenced to death. His mood was so dull that the sword in his hand fell off and he had no time to care about it.
"Alas," the gym owner glanced at Huo Ya and sighed, feeling disappointed. Huo Ya took victory and defeat so seriously, how could he master the tenth level of Zhengqing Sword Technique.