"There, on another continent, a group of people who don't know who they are found the largest spiritual weapon carrier. I'll go look for it. It's best to bring that person to see him."
Abyss hesitated for a moment, "Is there that person in the human race?"
Rong Hua, "What do I think?"
When Shen Yuan saw the good news, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Princess Palace East, he will go now, you have a good rest."
Rong Hua, "Remember, all those who are related to him should do their best not to hurt him. After all, what he wants is not that person, not his body."
"No, princess, where is that person specifically?"
Ronghua lowered his head and thought for a while, closing his golden eyes and searching for that person.
"Yutian Pavilion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the abyss turned into smoke and left, and Ronghua put away his words.
If she really doesn't hold it straight, can anyone refute her
The holding container in Bu Nao is interesting. There seems to be something outside the body. I don’t know if Abyss can bring him to see him.
In Yutian Pavilion, Mu Changfeng watched his senior brothers and sisters flying in the sky with swords. He was very envious. Although he worshiped the sword-wielding elder, he was unable to practice due to physical reasons. He was unwilling to do anything but had no choice. , who asked the master to say that there was some unusual power outside his body, but it was suppressed by another seemingly simple but actually very strong power.
Logically speaking, with those two powers, he should have been a disabled person or a dead person, but otherwise he came alive. Except that he could not cultivate, he was no different from ordinary people. Is it because of that that he is different from ordinary people.
The master asked whether the two forces were balanced in his body. If he forcibly practiced the technique, that balance would be destroyed.
Therefore, he can now practice things that are different from others, such as cooking.
He stretched his legs and threw in another piece of firewood, looking at the rice in the pot, thinking about the heavens and when he could fly with a sword like his brothers.
My legs kept stirring the rice in the pot, for fear that it would become mushy again and the rice would not be good after a while.
A crisp cry came from the sky, "Chang Feng, is the meal ready?" Chang Feng looked up and replied, "Okay, senior sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman wearing a light green dress, with her three thousand black hair pulled up a little and hanging around her neck, and a small green gem hanging on her forehead walked in. The silver bell rang three times in one step, adding a bit of playfulness.
"Senior sister." Chang Feng called out politely, with a hint of rejection in his voice. Although I was unwilling to do so, there was nothing I could do about it. The woman in front of me was called Luyin. As her name suggests, she liked the color green. She started with him and worshiped at the door of the second elder. She had good talent and was good at practicing magic. I force myself to call her senior sister, and judging from her expression tomorrow, she should be in a good mood and won't hit anyone again!
Lu Yin took a sip of the soup and said, "Oh, Chang Feng, the soup is salty!"
He smacked his lips and seemed a little dissatisfied with the soup. Chang Feng didn't mind, "Senior sister, are you feeling bad? You really want to eat."
Lu Yin's face suddenly fell down and he shouted, "Hey, boy, if you don't hit me for a day, your skin will itch!"
Mu Changfeng paused, "It's nothing, senior sister!"
Lu Yin said angrily, "He sees it. I must be thinking in my heart that I am being bullied just because I cannot practice cultivation, so I feel very unhappy!"
After saying that, Mu Changfeng's expression changed.
Lu Yin also saw it, and really wanted to give him a slap in the face. Isn't it true that some pots are not opened and others are raised? The matter of cultivation has always been a thorn in Feng's heart. Wouldn't it be even more sad if he brought it up at that time
"Chang Feng, Mingyue didn't go to the main hall again?" She asked after taking a bite of the food to divert her attention.
Chang Feng is calm, it seems that those things make no difference to him, and it doesn't matter whether he goes or not. Practicing is no longer an unattainable wish for him.
"No." What's the use of going
After hearing this, he didn't go. Lu Yin became a little unhappy again and felt sorry for him.
"Why don't you let me go? Doesn't that mean you can't control your Qi and practice cultivation?"
After shutting up, he looked up and saw Chang Feng's nonchalant look on his face. He didn't know what to feel in his heart and said seriously.
"I'll wait while he goes to ask the leader. After all, I've been here for so long and it's time to think of a solution."
Can I be the disciple of the elder who holds the sword? How can he be like a disciple without a master
After that, he took a piece of pastry and left.
Chang Feng looked at the direction she was leaving and sighed secretly without stopping, "It's not the first time. What's the use of going there?" I wonder if it can be solved, it has been solved long ago, why wait until now? Doesn’t Lvyin even understand that
Then he continued to make a fire and cook. After all, that was what he should be practicing.
…
In the afternoon, senior brother Ouyang Mu came to Chang Feng's residence and saw him reciting scriptures very seriously. Hearing the noise, Chang Feng turned his head and saw senior brother smiling politely, "Senior brother, I'm here."
Seeing Chang Feng's happy expression, he couldn't bear to speak. He had seen Bu Nao's smile too many times.
In the morning, the senior brother came over and brought him elixirs according to time to suppress the imbalance in his body.
"Tomorrow...Junior Sister Luyin will go to the leader to cause trouble again."
Chang Feng took the elixir and after taking it, he endorsed it carefully while listening to his senior brother's words. He didn't care for a long time because it was not the first time.
"Senior sister, is she okay?" He asked with concern if he was punished because of himself
Ouyang Mu looked at him like that and felt unhappy in his heart, so he said,
"How is your Heart Sutra memorization going?"
Seeing that the senior brother had staggered his question, he probably knew it, and was stunned.
"Back to senior brother, I've almost finished carrying it."
"Is that so? Come with him, Chang Feng."
Ouyang Mu pulled Chang Feng out to an open place before stopping. It was already morning, but there was still a bright fire outside the peak of Elder Bu holding the sword.
"Chang Feng, keep an eye on it."
I saw Ouyang Mu turn over and take out his sword. Do you want to cover up his use of the sword
I saw him dancing his sword on one leg, dancing left and right like a red snake spitting out a message, hissing in the wind, and walking around like a dragon shuttle. Sometimes he was as light as a swallow. Ouyang Mu raised his sword, sometimes as suddenly as lightning, The fallen leaves are falling. Sometimes it is as gentle as water, and when it rises from the water, a silver light rises in the courtyard, and Wanli has swallowed the blood of the Huns. After finishing the sword move, Ouyang Mu perfectly sheathed the sword, making Mu Changfeng a little dumbfounded.
Ouyang Mu came over and asked, "Do you see clearly?"
Mu Changfeng looked at him, stunned, a little unclear, "Senior brother, I..." What are I doing
Ouyang Mu said with a serious face, "I can't practice immortality, but can I practice swordsmanship? Besides, I'm pretty much mastered in my mental skills, so I should be able to practice half a sword."
Chang Feng looked at him and shook his head, "Senior brother, it's no good. Master said that he shouldn't practice those things. He..." You can't violate it. If you do that, will you violate the master's order
Although he thought about it very much, he always remembered what his master said, not to do that. Otherwise something big will happen.
Ouyang Mu was helpless, and he also knew that his junior brother's character was something he didn't want to do. No one could change him, so he just changed his mind and said,
"Then I'll just watch them practice their swords from now on! Let's see if there's nothing wrong with them!"
Chang Feng thought for a while and saw that the senior brothers practicing swordsmanship probably did not violate the master's words.
"Hmm... Okay then!" The senior brother has already said that, and he can't continue to refute face.
Ouyang Mu sometimes said that he didn't understand because of his junior brother. He was very quiet, but that wasn't the case every day.
I remember when he first came there, he was so small, so spooky, and so happy every day. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. At such an old age, I feel that time flies so fast. The junior brother who always liked to follow his master and himself when he was a child is no longer there. Now, the junior brother who is quiet and terrifying every day, follows his master and the disciples. Is the person who follows the rules really the innocent Mu Changfeng
There is a precious spot in Changfeng's yard where you can have a bird's eye view of the entire Yutian Pavilion. The two of them walked side by side, looking at the beautiful scenery of Yutian Pavilion. Everything looked so beautiful.
Suddenly a disciple came running over.
Ouyang Mu frowned when he saw it, looked at him, and said angrily, "Where is Elder Fei Zhijian's training place? Other disciples are not allowed to enter without Master's permission. Don't I know?"
The disciple took a breath and said, "Senior Brother!"
Seeing that he looked panicked, he reluctantly came back and asked, "What happened? Are you so panicked?"
He raised his head and said, "Elder brother, someone is coming from Qinyin Valley. Say no... Say no, the stringless qin has been stolen!"
"What did I say!" Ouyang Mu stood up fiercely.
"Elder brother, the stringless piano has been stolen!"
Things have actually gotten that serious.
"Chang Feng, he went over first." The senior brother's face was not very good, and he wondered whether the stringless harp was anything.
"Um."
Ouyang Mu hurriedly ran to the front hall to see the woman, and asked whether the stolen Wuxianqin was not a trivial matter.
Chang Feng watched him leave, thinking about the stringless harp, and felt like he had heard it somewhere before.
He also ran over with Ouyang Mu to take a look. When he arrived, he found that the woman lying on the ground was covered in blood and her face could not be distinguished. She approached the senior brother full of doubts.
"Then what's going on?"
Ouyang Mu looked at Chang Feng, then asked if he gave him a look without answering.
"Master, is the stringless piano really stolen?"
The headmaster turned to them with a gloomy face and said that the stringless harp had been stolen, but the headmaster could not explain what he said, "Take her east to heal!"
After the woman left, the leader said, "The facts are right in front of you. I think Keke is very capable of lying?"
"Do you know who did it?"
"If you know they are staying there, go and bring the elders!"
The leader was displeased, even if he shut up, he was a little bit irritated, then he flicked his sleeves and entered the outer hall.
"Head!"
Lu Yin looked at their leaving figures, knowing that Chang Feng's matter must be irresolvable again. She was very unwilling and looked at Chang Feng as he walked over.
"Go back, the leader has more important things to do now."
Lu Yin looked at Chang Feng and didn't know what to say, "Tōci must tell the boss properly."
Ouyang Mu also felt that the current situation was a bit bad, so he said, "Go back! Chang Feng."
When Chang Feng saw that situation, he nodded and went back, "Senior sister from the Meiji Department, it's true that he's fine." After saying that, he smiled and looked at Lu Yin who felt uncomfortable.
I returned to the courtyard, watered the flowers, looked at the sky full of stars, and sighed! Wrong said to myself, maybe it can be solved by waking up tomorrow.
He was walking on a stool and holding a box on his legs. The box was exquisitely made! Looking at the box, Chang Feng felt a little sad, thinking, sister, where am I? He misses me so much.