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 couldn't figure out why he drank tea.
"Tasting tea can make people calm down. The Tao 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 has not yet been opened. 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. Every year, no one from the Luochen sect came to participate in this competition. However, he thought that since everyone was here, he was a little curious, so he asked: "Master, can I participate in the competition tomorrow?"
"Go if you want to, 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 military battle?" Mu Yu said, rubbing his hands. After spending time with his master for a long time, he felt that he was also a very artistic young man, full of enthusiasm for 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, and 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."
"Anyway, you don't need to win. You can 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 disciples with outstanding talents like 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 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 matter is too abnormal in the world of cultivation. A twenty-year-old golden elixir is Period, if you tell me, no one will believe you? 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 would not 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 level, and he didn't know the real cultivation level of Uncle An and Master. He only knew that the three of them were at the Golden Core 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? Are we going 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 that the village chief told him when he was a child, about the seven swords summoning the dragon and the eight immortals crossing the sea. He was only at the fourth level of foundation building now, so he might just be better than those two troublemakers. Then he thought that if he added the mysterious second senior brother, there would be 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 are not as good as those of other sects, and their recruitment of disciples every year is unsatisfactory. If you defeat them, you will only make them worse. They only brought four people this time, and one of them was still in the Qi training period. This lineup was not very optimistic. Since Master has said so, there is nothing to argue about.
To compete with other people in the foundation building stage, he has only met a few so far. However, three months ago when he was still in the third level of foundation building, he almost killed Li Yuan, who was in the ninth level of foundation building, due to a strange state. He had always been curious about why he lost control. He didn't tell anyone about this. Including Master, he doesn't like that state and doesn'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. Muyu ran out happily after asking for his master's permission. In front of the courtyard is a small forest, and further ahead it seems to be where the disciples of the Qingsong Sect live. Mu Yu doesn't want to go there, so he turns to the side and remembers that when he came back just now, there was a unique red pagoda there. He didn't know what it was for. .
The tower is ancient and elegant, exuding a simple atmosphere, which makes people feel solemn. There is a plaque on the tower with three gold-inlaid characters "Book Collection Pavilion" engraved on it. Mu Yu didn't know what the library meant. Is it possible to read books in this sect? When he was still about to move forward, he was stopped by two disciples of the Qingsong Sect.
"This is the Qingsong Sect's forbidden area, and outsiders are not allowed to enter." The Qingsong Sect disciple 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, disciples of Qingsong Sect have a sense of superiority towards other sects, which is inevitable.
Mu Yu curled his lips and walked back, muttering as he walked: "What's the point of hiding books? Hide pornographic books? The village chief said that kind of books are harmful to 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 person, Mu Yu, naturally knew that the 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 follow Chengyan when they went out. Everyone responded, but he was indifferent.
"Hello, my name is Mu Yu." Mu Yu sat opposite him, looking at the sword in his hand across a stone table. It was just an ordinary iron sword, black, with a wide back and looking very heavy.
"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 back?"
"It's not a magic weapon, it's just an ordinary sword." Gu Yitian was still wiping 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: "The man 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, Cheng Yan'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.
Muyu spread his hands: "Then I'm afraid you won't be able to do as you wish. 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. Still not good.
Mu Yu was surprised and said: "Are you also a gray disciple? You were chosen. 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 liked him in the first place, how would he have met his master? He has always been grateful to his master. He sighed quickly to cut off his previous thoughts.
Gu Yitian was puzzled: "Why are you here when no one likes you?"
"You're 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 their 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 cultivation because of their poor aptitude. Physical training is a very painful process, because they have to constantly push their bodies beyond their limits and break out of the cocoon of pain and be reborn. Those who don’t have great perseverance in physical training cannot try it. They are very cruel to themselves and will be scarred every time they practice. Unlike normal cultivators, they can use spiritual power to fight with others. They rely on their strong physical bodies. When their physical bodies are cultivated to an incredible level, their bodies will make a qualitative leap, and their strength will not be inferior to other cultivators. By. Relying on their powerful physique, the power they can produce can make people sit up and take notice.
Many people in the world of self-cultivation will try to take this path of physical cultivation, but many people have given up. The process of life and death makes it difficult for people 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 and stabilized 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 hidden secret."
Mu Yu opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say. He admired people who practiced physical training very much, but it was difficult to succeed in physical training. If they wanted to practice Taoism, they had congenital defects and could only take this path. This Gu Yitian 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 opportunity."
Gu Yitian picked up the sword, stood up, turned and left.
Mu Yu is looking forward to tomorrow's competition. He wants to see the strength of physical training with his own eyes.