Time is like water, and a year has passed leisurely.
Ding ding dong dong…
In Dongfang Yu's house, a lyre was placed in front of him. Dongfang Yu sat by the lake, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his hands placed on the strings. The crisp sound of the piano came from Dongfang Yu's fingertips, like gold beads falling on a jade plate.
It was very pleasant to the ears, and Dongfang Yu's body and mind were immersed in the distant sound of the piano. Within a year, the restlessness in Dongfang Yu's heart had calmed down a lot.
Bang bang bang...
Dongfang Yu was playing the music of the piano. In front of him, two boys who looked to be seven or eight years old were fighting. Naturally, they were Nie Feng and Duan Lang.
Nie Feng tapped his feet lightly, his body shape was erratic and elegant, and he moved straight forward and backward. He opened and closed his hands widely. While running, he formed seals with his hands and released one or two thunder escape ninjutsus from time to time.
After fighting for a while, Nie Feng tapped his foot a few times, and his figure flashed behind Duan Lang. His slightly immature palm, but with strong internal energy, moved towards Duan Lang's back heart.
boom!
After being hit, Duan Lang's body turned into a streak of white light, and then he saw a wooden stake that was cracked by the force of his palm and fell to the ground.
"It's the Substitution Technique again." Nie Feng sighed secretly as he saw the broken wave under his attack suddenly turned into a wooden pile.
The two of them had competed countless times, but every time, Nie Feng felt that this substitute technique was simply the most terrifying ability in the world. However, Duan Lang became more and more proficient in practicing this technique.
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The movement of his mind lasted only a moment. Seeing that the broken wave turned into a wooden pile, Nie Feng reflexively slapped himself in the back with a palm.
Most of the time, Duan Lang likes to use ninjutsu to disturb the opponent's mind, and then attack from behind. Sure enough, Nie Feng turned around, and Duan Lang from behind also slapped him with a palm.
Although Duan Lang's attack came first, Nie Feng's movements came first. Nie Feng's destiny seems to be very compatible with speed-type martial arts. Lingbo's Weibu has already been
He was so proficient that even the attack speed of his hand was much faster than that of ordinary people. The attack that came first was actually stamped on Duanlang's chest first.
However, Nie Feng's palm passed through Duan Lang's chest, and there was no feeling of hitting a solid body. This Duan Lang was just a phantom.
"Oops, Clone Technique?" Nie Feng's heart sank. The figure behind him was just an illusion of the Clone Technique? Where is the real Duan Lang?
boom!
Almost at the same time, the wooden stake hit by Nie Feng's palm turned into a white smoke again and turned into the appearance of a broken wave. The palm of his hand was pressed against Nie Feng's back. The clone phantom in front of Nie Feng also disappeared at the same time.
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"You lost!" Duan Lang, his face a little pale, obviously felt very uncomfortable after being slapped by Nie Feng, but he said proudly.
After losing, Nie Feng immediately realized that Duan Lang had used the Transformation Technique to turn into a wooden stake at the moment he was palmed, deceiving himself into thinking it was a Substitution Technique, and then used the Clone Technique.
Attracting his attention, this calculation made Nie Feng feel that he had not lost unfairly.
However, the palm he just struck actually hit him, which made Nie Feng's heart tighten again. He turned around and said worriedly: "Duanlang, how are you? Are you okay?".
"I'm fine", Duanlang took back his palm and shook his head.
"Duan Lang, you are serious, we are just competing, why do you need to risk your injuries to win against me?" Nie Feng said to Duan Lang with a complaint.
"You are wrong. Master has emphasized it many times. A ninja is someone who will do whatever it takes to win. Ninjutsu battles require more surprises." Duanlang said with a serious look on his face.
A year has passed, and Duan Lang has slowly come to understand Dongfang Yu's intentions. It is indeed more appropriate to teach him this ninjutsu. Senior Brother Feng's temperament is so straightforward and kind, so it is indeed not suitable for ninjutsu.
A year has passed, and Duan Lang and Nie Feng often compete. To put it bluntly, in terms of pure strength, Nie Feng crushes Duan Lang. However, in every competition, Duan Lang wins more and loses less. This is
Because Duanlang is really good at making Ninjutsu unexpected.
Duanlang was also very grateful to Dongfang Yu as his master. It seemed that for him, this weird and unique ninjutsu was indeed more suitable for him than the straightforward martial arts.
Ding dong…
At this time, Dongfang Yu flicked her fingers lightly, and the last syllable of the lyre swayed far away. Her slightly narrowed eyes also opened. The song ended. To her two disciples, Dongfang Yu nodded with satisfaction.
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Nie Feng has a kind-hearted nature, but his qualifications are indeed very high. In just one year, after careful training, his internal skills are already quite high. If compared with the characters in Tian Long Ba Bu, his strength should be in the upper range.
At Zhengchun's level, it's just that Fengyun is from a high-level martial arts plane, and Nie Feng can only be considered second-rate to third-rate now.
What about Duanlang? In fact, his strength is also very good. He has already mastered the basic three-body technique very proficiently, especially the substitute technique, which is faster and faster to perform, and can often achieve miraculous effects. Regarding the Thunder Release Ninjutsu
, the progress is also quite gratifying, but after all, it is limited by age. Even with the Yi Jin Jing to improve the physique, the amount of chakra is only up to the level of ordinary genin.
"Feng'er, Lang'er, my master has to go out for a few days. You guys should stay at home and practice hard during these days, you know?" After inspecting the training progress of the two disciples, Dongfang Yu was quite satisfied and said.
"I understand, Master." Duan Lang looked a little reluctant, but his temperament was much more mature than Nie Feng, so he nodded seriously without any objection.
"Master, how long are you going for?", but compared to Duanlang's rationality, Nie Feng was much more emotional, and said with a reluctant look: "Can you take Feng'er with you?".
"Not this time. Master is going to meet a martial arts senior. It's inconvenient to take you two with him. As for how long we'll be there," Dongfang Yu hesitated slightly and looked at a maple tree in the yard. The leaves were already beginning to fall.
When the leaves fell off, he said: "When all the leaves on this tree fall off, the master will come back."
"Well, master, you have to come back soon." Seeing that Dongfang Yu had made up his mind, Nie Feng stopped pestering him and said reluctantly.
"Mr. Dongfang, are you leaving? Can I help you get ready?" At this time, two maids followed behind, Yan Ying, dressed in fine silk and satin, came over, and happened to hear Dongfang Yu's words,
He stared at Dongfang Yu with eyes as gentle as water and asked.
"No, I'm alone, I just need to bring some expenses. You take good care of these two naughty children." Dongfang Yu said calmly without looking into Yan Ying's eyes, and then strode out of the house.
"Alas..." Looking at Dongfang Yu's leaving figure, Yan Ying sighed quietly in her heart.
The reason why Dongfang Yu left was actually very simple. After a year, news finally came back from the Tiandihui. In a city hundreds of miles away, there was a new restaurant named Zhonghua Pavilion.
Over the past year, there has been no news about the Chinese Pavilion in Tiandi Hui. Dongfang Yu also guessed that Wuming had not opened the Chinese Pavilion yet, and originally wanted to go find the Sword Master.
However, the Sword Master is also difficult to find. Only the people in Wushuang City know about it. But it is not easy to pry the whereabouts of the Sword Master from the mouth of Wushuang City.
Fortunately, the main purpose of Dongfang Jade is to cultivate one's moral character. Over the past year or so, my character has recovered a lot. Although negative emotions occasionally come out to affect me, these cases are rare.
After going out and leaving home, Dongfang Yu went straight to Zhonghua Pavilion according to the information from Tiandihui. After resting for a day on the way, he successfully stood in front of Zhonghua Pavilion's store the next day.
Standing at the door of the store, looking up at the plaque of Zhonghua Pavilion, Dongfang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. Ordinary people may not be able to see anything, but Dongfang Yu can feel that the three words "Zhonghua Pavilion" contain a profound sword between the lines.
I mean, at a glance, it seemed as if I could see a sharp sword coming out of the plaque and stabbing me.
"This is it." Originally, Dongfang Yu was worried that it might just be a restaurant with the same name, but after seeing this plaque, Dongfang Yu was able to confirm that the owner of this restaurant must be unknown.
"Sir, please come in. The shop has just opened a few days ago, and all the food and drinks have been reduced by 20%." Dongfang Yu walked into the Zhonghua Pavilion. A waiter in his early thirties was very enthusiastic.
He came up to greet me and said hello.
"Yes." Dongfang Yu nodded and looked at the waiter carefully, but saw a stern look flashing through his eyes from time to time. He was breathing in and out as he walked, and he seemed to be a first-rate player.
It seems that Wuming's subordinates, even ordinary shop waiters, are very good in martial arts, but they look like they have several lives on their hands, so they don't look like kind people.
"Waiter, is your boss here? I want to meet him." After Dongfang Yu walked into the Chinese Pavilion, she did not sit down and order food, but said.
"Our boss?" Dongfang Yu's words made the waiter slightly stunned, and then he shouted: "Shopkeeper, there is a guest here who wants to see you."
"Sir, do you have any instructions for me?" The shopkeeper of Zhonghua Pavilion, an old man in his sixties, who must have good martial arts skills, walked out from behind the counter and asked with a smile.
"Wrong, I'm not here to see your shopkeeper, I'm here to see your boss." Dongfang Yu shook her head and emphasized.
As he spoke, a wisp of breath spread out from Dongfang Yu's body and passed through the Chinese Pavilion.
The shopkeeper and the waiter exchanged glances without any trace, with a fierce look flashing in their eyes.
The shopkeepers and waiters of Zhonghua Pavilion are all good players in the martial arts world. Many of them were hunted down by their enemies and rescued by Wuming, so they lived in seclusion in this restaurant, not wanting the situation here to be leaked. Dongfang Yu seemed to
After seeing through the signs here, both of them felt murderous intent in their hearts.
Groan!
Vaguely, Dongfang Yu felt a sword coming from the backyard of Zhonghua Pavilion, and it came into contact with his own breath. In his mind, he seemed to be able to hear a crisp sword sound.
"Since sir, you want to see me, let's talk in the backyard." A calm voice suddenly rang out, which also made the murderous intent in the eyes of the shopkeeper and the waiter fade away.
"Sir, come with me, I'll take you to see our boss." Now that Wuming had spoken, the waiter lowered his head and led Dongfang Yu the way.