The next day, Ye Qingxuan began secret special training for the fourth elementary school.
Since teaching martial arts to several people a few years ago, Ye Qingxuan has been busy with Jianghu affairs, and has not supervised the homework of the Seventh Elementary School. Today, he can take the Fourth Elementary School to participate in the Confucian "Day of Confucianism". He must first understand the Fourth Elementary School's martial arts current level.
After getting a little familiar with it, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help being taken aback.
Originally, they thought that the four juniors had no combat experience, and their moves should be very blunt, but they didn't expect that they had already reached everyone's level, whether it was responding to the enemy or changing the game.
Especially Lu Yunxuan, when the two short swords are in motion, she is as beautiful as a fairy descending to the earth, and her moves are even more tricky and weird.
Sword dance.
Back then when Lu Yunxuan showed Ye Qingxuan her beloved weapon for the first time, it made Ye Qingxuan's eyes shine, and she took even more painstaking efforts to exchange for the martial arts of Aunt Gongsun in "Lu Xiaofeng".
At this time, the pair of short swords in her hands were one foot and seven inches long, and the hilts were tied with three feet of red silk.
She came in full, and the colorful neon clothes on her body moved without wind, as if there were thousands of ribbons flying.
Where the sword shines brightest, it looks like a descendant shooting down nine suns; where the figure is vigorous, it looks like a group of dragons leaping out of the sea.
After Lu Yunxuan and the others finished their rehearsals one by one, Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time.
According to the four little ones, the reason why they are so proficient in fighting is because Kunwu Mountain and Kunwu Academy often hold martial arts competitions, during which they will meet many disciples who practice martial arts, so they have already mastered all kinds of moves. The swordsmanship of this sect is well integrated, and you can easily master it with any move.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel relieved at this time, thinking that this martial arts competition came from his own whim and arbitrarily changed the rules back then. Now that several years have passed, its benefits have finally shown.
After contemplating, Ye Qingxuan nodded, and said: "The martial arts skills of the few of you can be said to be perfect, but the only weakness is that the internal force is too weak. Of course, except for Yun Cong... er, except for Yun Yong. Your [Dragon Xiangbo Ruogong has already reached the eighth stage, from the outside to the inside, is a master of the innate level, I'm afraid I can't stand your palm... "
After taking a deep look at Lu Yunxuan and Lu Yunming, Ye Qingxuan finally said: "In the past few days, I will find a way to strengthen your internal strength. As for how far you can go, it depends on your good luck. It doesn't matter. I will teach you a few hands in the future to break the innate technique, and it will definitely surprise them when you use it for the first time."
Si Xiao's eyes lit up, and he nodded desperately.
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Ten days passed by in a flash.
On this day, finally came the "Discussion Day".
Ye Qingxuan and other Kunwu sect Taoist priests all wore the Yuelan Taoist robes of the Kunwu sect standard. Under the leadership of Liu Mengyan, they walked slowly towards the dojo of the Confucian Academy.
Monk Miaoxiu just got the news of Zen Master Wu Nian, so he didn't follow. Hou Ting and Sun Kun, as guests, followed behind.
Therefore, the entire team was dominated by the Kunwu faction, and arrived on time with a clear banner.
After passing through several halls, at the end of the straight square in front of you is a magnificent gate building.
The door is arched, with two floors and three bays. There is a plaque on the door beam, which reads "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening".
A grand hall in the gate tower reaches the sky, where the Buddha gathers all the awe-inspiring righteousness between the heaven and the earth, which is heart-wrenching.
A huge plaque stands on the lintel, "Wen Dao Hall".
In front of the main gate, Liu Mengyan smiled brightly and said, "Everyone, this is the place where we will participate in the 'Discussion Day'. This gate is the entrance to the dojo. It is a must-visit place for famous people in the world to visit Yingchang Mansion. "When he said the last sentence, there was obvious arrogance in the words.
While speaking, under the leadership of Liu Mengyan, everyone stepped into the gate of "Wen Dao Hall".
Several Confucian disciples wearing various Confucian uniforms at the door saluted Liu Mengyan respectfully.
At this time, Feng Qingyan and the others changed their expressions and listened attentively.
In the hall of Wen Dao, there was a uniform sound of breathing.
The number may be as many as ten thousand.
Liu Mengyan smiled slightly, looked at the people of the Kunwu Sect, and said slowly: "Have you seen it? It's time for martial arts performances in the dojo, and the disciples are all gathered in the dojo to listen to lectures and practice martial arts. This is a routine activity every day. It’s not easy to be negligent. It’s not easy to get into my Confucian Academy. Apart from aptitude and character, the most important thing is to be clean.”
At this time, a disciple came up to greet him with a sincere and respectful expression.
Everyone stepped into the gate of the dojo.
A small auditorium connects the gate to the majestic Martial Arts Hall. There are at least 500 people kneeling on the auditorium, facing the Martial Arts Hall respectfully. When they walked by, no one turned their heads to look at them with a serious expression. focus.
Liu Mengyan said in a low voice: "These are all disciples who want to enter the door. Only those who have to kneel down for ten days to show their sincerity are eligible to accept the selection of the door. Only those with great perseverance and perseverance can survive this hurdle."
The auditorium is exhausted.
Everyone stepped up the steps of the martial arts training hall, and more than a dozen disciples guarding the gate saluted them together, showing a strict hierarchy.
After stepping up to the highest step, the entire martial arts hall can be seen impressively.
The lobby is probably the size of a football field. The lobby is divided into two entrances, the inside and the outside, and the floor is covered with straw mats.
The outside only occupied one-tenth of the hall, densely packed with disciples, facing the hall which could accommodate thousands of people performing martial arts together.
In the hall, there were also 3,000 Confucian disciples sitting there. Together with the Confucian disciples on the surrounding viewing platforms, nearly ten thousand people closed their eyes and breathed at the same time, and uniform voices came from bursts.
The audience is like a mountain.
Learners are like a sea.
A rostrum on the first floor was built on the side facing the main entrance, and only twenty chairs were placed. Behind the chairs is a series of sixteen screens of large landscape paintings arranged in an arc, which further highlights the noble status of the people sitting on the stands.
One side of the seat was already full of people, obviously they were people with high status in the Confucian Academy.
On the other side, the empty side is obviously a seat for the members of the Kunwu faction.
The ten seats on the Confucian Academy side are also divided into two rows, front and back, with three in the front and seven in the back, which is the same as the Kunwu faction on the other side.
Among the three seats, the person in the middle is a Pentecostal Confucian scholar with a falcon-like nose and eyes. His eyes flicked like lightning the moment they entered the door. Putting the long beard under his superb internal strength, he didn't move at all.
Especially when his eyes fell on Ye Qingxuan, there was a flash of light, like a falcon staring at a hare, showing a sneer.
On his right is an eighty-year-old man with gray hair and a rich man's brocade robe. His slightly fat body makes him look more like a rich man, but this rich man is holding a cane and his eyes are closed. Shut up, looking drowsy.
On such occasions, this kind of honor is very indecent, but when he sits like this, he looks surprisingly good-looking and natural, which is very impressive.
The last person sitting in the chair on the left was a man in his thirties, with a heroic face, a neatly trimmed short mustache, and a very handsome appearance.
At his age, he can sit on an equal footing with the elders of the Confucian Academy. Needless to say, his status will be extremely noble.