Watching the competition in the arena, "Golden Eyed Eagle" Huo Dong frowned more and more.
The eunuch Liu He next to him saw it, couldn't help showing a slight smile, and comforted him: "Mr. Huo has nothing to worry about. This Qingyun Temple is a barren mountain and wild temple. It's normal if you can't beat the sky and the sword gate. Huo Lao's eyes are invincible. Don't pay too much attention to the one or two eye-catching."
Huo Dong raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said, "Do you think I was worried because I guessed that Qingyun Temple was not easy to mess with before, but now it is obvious that I can't fight against the sky? I, Huo, don't have such a good face. I'm just surprised..."
"What's strange?"
"It's strange why the disciples of Qingyun Temple do not have the same inner strength?"
The two disciples of Qingyun Temple fighting in front of me are obviously different from the few little Taoist priests I saw before, and the few children I met at the wonton stand before, obviously have more pure and profound internal skills. The disciple actually had two different kinds of basic internal energy during the foundation building stage, which made him really unable to understand this view of Qingyun.
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Near the Qingyun Temple, on the branch of a pine tree more than 20 meters high, a little Taoist priest stands facing the wind with a long sword on his back, his clothes fluttering, and he looks like a fairy boy who has come into the world.
It was Ye Qingxuan who rushed back quickly.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, watching the competition from a distance, Yun Lu's defeat had just ended, and Yun Chong played again.
Yun Chong was obviously afraid of the depth of the opponent's internal strength, and avoided the opponent's moves everywhere. When he had more scruples in his heart, his swordsmanship became a bit messy, and his own internal strength was not as good as the opponent's. The longer the battle lasted, the more disadvantageous it would be.
Seeing that Yun Chong made frequent tricks and was suppressed everywhere, Ye Qingxuan was extremely anxious, and really wanted to replace him immediately, so that those Changkong disciples could taste the power of Qingyun Guan's swordsmanship.
"Stupid tricks, stupid tricks, stupid tricks again..."
Seeing that Yun Chong's defeat was decided, Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and flew down the tree, ready to play.
This generation of disciples of Qingyun Temple still lacks experience in dealing with the enemy. And these disciples are the foundation of the Qingyun Temple, and they must be cultivated to become talented, otherwise, not to mention regaining the master's door and revitalizing Kunwu, even this small Qingyun Temple sect will not stand firmly enough. This entire generation of disciples is the foundation of revitalizing the sect. If they are not properly cultivated, the revitalization of the sect will be postponed for at least 30 years.
From laying a good foundation, to becoming a teacher and being alone, a disciple needs at least 30 years of study and practice, and the rest of the time is continuous polishing and improvement, and the initial 30 years, especially It is the ten years of youth, the most important, if these disciples develop wrong concepts of martial arts during this period, it will be a pity that will affect their entire life. In other words, there is no doubt that these thirty years have been wasted in vain.
Master Lingxu is a martial idiot, and he is a good teacher. The disciples he taught each have their own characteristics. Not only are their personalities very different, but also the martial arts skills they have learned. Master Lingxu can also focus on training differently according to their personalities and hobbies. In the same way, Daoist Lingxu, who values the inheritance of masters, deliberately cultivates the teaching ability of his disciples while teaching his disciples. When the disciples of the Qing Dynasty are cultivating the third generation of disciples, they can also teach according to their aptitude just like him.
Emphasis on education and training of the next generation. It is the most important content of the Kunwu legacy of Master Lingxu, and it is also an important reliance for them to gain a foothold and avenge their master.
For this reason, the disciples of Qingyun Guanyun's generation were carefully selected by the disciples of the second generation. Even disciples with ordinary aptitude have a chance to stand out because of the polishing of [Tai Chi Pei Yuan Gong]. From this point of view, Ye Qingxuan has made a huge contribution to the revival of the Kunwu Sect.
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"Okay, senior brother is doing well, give me some strength, this time I will definitely win this bastard—" Qiu Yuanzhen shouted hard, if senior senior brother can't win, I'm afraid no one among the juniors in Qingyun Temple can win La.
Not only Qiu Yunzhen, but also the dozens of disciples of Qingyun Temple next to him, all with the same thoughts, hoarse their voices and applauded desperately.
But at this moment, a voice with a cold tone sounded inappropriately.
"Hmph—if Yun Chong hadn't been so timid at the beginning, and used his fast sword to attack the enemy, there would still be hope of victory... Now that things are up to now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to last ten moves..."
"Which bastard is chewing his ears here..." The competition in the arena is very tense and hot, but someone is throwing cold water around him. This is like a fan who is on the wrong team. Qiu Yun was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he cursed loudly.
All the disciples of Qingyun Guan who heard the cold evaluation all turned their heads angrily to look for the boy who didn't open their eyes.
In front of him was a handsome but extremely indifferent young man, wearing a Taoist robe of Qingyunguan, but his appearance was obviously unfamiliar.
"You... you, which uncle's disciple are you? Why haven't you seen him before? And why are you so outspoken?"
Seeing that he was from the same family, Qiu Yuan's anger was relieved a lot, but he still felt resentful.
"Oh? You don't like what I say?" The stern young man lowered his head and said silently, "But I'm telling the truth—"
"You - the outcome is not decided yet, tell me, why did the elder brother lose?" Some disciples were not convinced, and asked repeatedly.
The cold young man pondered for a while, and said calmly: "The one named Chang has poor swordsmanship and slightly strong fists and kicks, but he is inexperienced in fighting the enemy, and he is not familiar with my Qingyunguan swordsmanship. , you can win within ten strokes at most, but senior brother is afraid of the opponent's deep internal strength, so he dare not fight recklessly, and is always on guard to avoid it. Don't you know that the more you delay, the more disadvantageous you will be. The opponent's internal strength is stronger and the realm is higher. Just a competition of stamina, the senior brother can't win... And once the senior brother's internal strength is weak and his movements are deformed, the chances of being hit by the opponent will increase greatly, and failure - it's just a matter of time... "
After the discourse of the cold young man, the disciples of Qingyun audience only felt that every sentence made sense, and when they heard it at the end, they accepted it all in their hearts. Then, when they watched the competition between the senior brothers, everyone was pessimistic, and they all became worried, and the applause suddenly disappeared. stopped.
It's obvious that they are all from the same family, but he can throw cold water like this, this kid really hates it. Qiu Yuanzhen secretly hated him.
"If you go out to fight, what should you do?" Finally, some disciples were annoyed and ran on the cold young man with words, to see how he would reply.
"If it's me?" The cold young man held the sword between his arms, folded his hands over his shoulders, and said coldly, "If I'm willing to hit him, I can kill him within three moves—" "
Three strokes? Take his life? —
Is it too exaggerated? It's just a contest...
The audience disciples of Qingyun only felt a gust of cold wind blowing by.
Looking at the cold eyes of the young man, all the disciples swallowed together, thinking: This guy is serious.
The matter of life and death was casually spoken by this stern young man, it was so plain, and none of the disciples of Qingyun Temple dared to doubt the authenticity of his words.
"You—you, what's your name?" Qiu Yuanzhen suddenly felt his throat tighten.
"Oh, me?" The stern young man turned his head, with a dull expression, cold eyes, and the same tone of emotionless tone as before, and said indifferently: "Junior Brother, Xiao Yunfeng—"
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The situation on the field was exactly as Xiao Yunfeng had guessed, after only a dozen or so moves, Yun Chong couldn't hold on anymore.
Yun Chong dodged his opponent's tricks everywhere, so he was naturally suppressed everywhere. After a while, he was finally swept by Chang Jingwang's palm on his shoulder and fell sideways. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The disciples of Qingyunguan were speechless for a while.
"Hey hey..." Chang Jingwang laughed slyly, kicked Yun Chong who had fallen to the ground, and rolled into the middle of the disciples of Qingyun Temple on the sidelines. Chang Jingwang has never had such a comfortable feeling. He just feels that he is the biggest in the world, and everyone can be stepped on by him. He laughed wildly: "This is your young master of Qingyun Temple? Ah? This is you Is it the big disciple of Qingyun Guan? You are soft-handed and soft-footed. His mother learned kung fu from your teacher, right? Hahaha... "
Chang Jingwang won again, and the gongs and drummers on the sidelines were blowing and beating, and the disciples of Changkongzhaojianmen looked better now. They all sneered and stared at Qingyun's audience disciples with disdain, but Chang Jingwang was there nonsense.
After being humiliated, Chang Jingwang was still not satisfied. He reached into his bosom, took out something he had prepared, shook his hand, and threw it on Yun Chong's face.
Enduring the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, Yun Chong took down the thing thrown on his head and saw that it was a bellyband for a woman... Yun Chong felt ashamed and angry for a moment, his face flushed red, as if he could take it at any time. Squeeze out the blood.
Chang Jingwang laughed and said: "How about it, little girl—is the uncle's fist hard enough? I will give you a bellyband to put on. Just put on this thing and call me 'Master'. I love you so much. Today's matter will be overturned." It's over-wear it, you fucking wear it-"
Pfft—Yun Chong finally couldn't stand the other party's humiliation, and he had suffered an internal injury to his foot before.
"I hate your grandma—" Qiu Yuanzhen felt that a fire in his chest made him lose his sanity, his eyes were about to burst, and he drew his sword and rushed towards Chang Jingwang...