With a few pointers to the two of them, the day's martial training was over, and the rest was for the disciples to practice freely.
Seeing the disappointed expressions of all the disciples, Ye Qingxuan laughed helplessly.
He gave Zheng Yunbiao a meaningful look, and took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness to flick a ball of paper into Zheng Yunbiao's neck. He stretched out his hand to call Lu Yundong, who had just finished the martial arts competition, and walked away while talking and laughing.
Zheng Yunbiao was taken aback by the foreign object that hit his neck. When he touched it, he found it was a ball of paper. When he opened it, there was a line of chic and elegant regular script, which read: "Midnight, the top of Fenxiang Pavilion..." Six small characters, nothing else . Zheng Yunbiao looked around suspiciously, not knowing why, and finally decided to go tonight.
Ye Qingxuan led Lu Yundong all the way to his small courtyard where he lived alone.
"Yundong, your current swordsmanship is good, but you have only achieved proficiency in operation, and you should work harder to practice..."
"Yes, little master..."
Ye Qingxuan scratched his head, then asked suspiciously: "By the way, Yun Dong, I remember you are left-handed, right? Why don't you practice left-handed swordsmanship?"
"Ah-huh? But the master taught us how to wield a sword with the right hand... If you switch to the left hand, will you be scolded by the master?"
"Don't worry, I'll tell the third senior brother..."
Lu Yundong's Master of Chuanyi is the Third Senior Brother. Although Lu Yundong is not a direct disciple of the Third Senior Brother, Lu Yundong, who has always been down-to-earth and willing to learn, has always been loved by the Third Senior Brother and often gives him guidance. However, Chen Qingsong has always had a lot of internal affairs, even if he is willing to guide him, he still has limited time. The responsibility of answering questions is ultimately left to Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan thought about the busy figure of the third senior brother, sighed, and thought: My senior brother probably doesn't even know whether his disciple is left-handed or not, so where is the time for targeted guidance...
"Practice your left hand more. The right hand uses swordsmanship normally. If the left hand can give the opponent a blow at a critical moment, it will be a magic stroke to defeat the enemy..."
"Thank you little uncle for your advice..."
"Hehe, come on..."
"Um… "
"By the way, Ah Qing doesn't like to eat anymore..."
"Why?"
"It's even more difficult for anyone to feed that little thing except you and me, and I can't feed it every day, so I need you to take care of it usually—"
"Okay, little uncle—"
…
"Ah Qing...Xiao Qing...Qing Qing..." The bearded Yun Yong smiled cheaply, dangling a carrot in his hand, "Brother Qing... Can you please take a few bites for me?"
Yun Cong sat on the side, holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose helplessly, and sighed: "Don't waste your energy, Ah Qing won't eat what you give..."
"I know...but there's no other way, my little uncle said, if I can't figure it out, my fourth level [Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu] is useless! Sigh... Damn it, bastard, do you want to eat it? Do you want to eat it again? Things, I peeled off your skin?"
Yun Yong was clawing and clawing at this place, and suddenly a blue figure bumped into him. Yun Yong's burly figure was instantly pushed out, and with a bang, half of the bullpen collapsed...
"Moo..."
With a roar, a majestic green bull appeared.
What a beautiful big green cow!
Muscles protruding, mighty and powerful, body like a bluestone sculpture, stomping hooves and roaring... Humming at Yun Yong, when facing Yun Cong, he wagged his tail, came over and stuck out his big tongue, licking Yun Cong's small face Wet.
"Hahaha... it's okay Ah Qing, stop licking... it's so itchy... hahaha..."
The origin of this green bull is quite strange, it turned out to be the descendant of the blue-armored demon bull and Ahua, the big buffalo of the Lu family. Not long after Qingjiamoniu left Houshan, Lu Yundong's father, Lu Laoshi, found out that the big buffalo in the family was pregnant. It was a very happy thing, but who knew that this little calf somehow died, usually nine to ten. The moon was about to be born, and it took a full year and a half. The pregnant buffalo couldn't plow the land, so Lu Laoshi had to borrow some money from the temple to buy another cow to plow the land.
It wasn't until the little green ox was born that the Lu family had a chance to breathe. Unexpectedly, the little green ox was beautiful, but it was wild and unruly. It couldn't even put on a nose ring, so it directly pushed the blacksmith who wore the nose ring. A somersault, and almost trampled him to death with a hoof. Lu Laoshi had no choice but to kill the cattle, so he had to return them to Qingyun Temple as silver taels.
As soon as the little green cow arrived at the temple, he was immediately spotted by Ye Qingxuan, who knew its origin, and he took it as a pet.
Hehehe, it's okay for Xiaodao master to say that he is the reincarnation of Lao Tzu now, right? Look, even the green bull is ready...
This little green bull, like a bluestone carving, is full of power and beauty. The little guy is quite human, and he is very good to Ye Qingxuan and Lu Yundong who always take care of him. Among the little ones, they also like Yun Ming and Yun Cong. The rest of them were totally unreliable, just snotted and snotted, and when they were in a bad mood, they threw their heads at them. The lifespan of a cow is generally about thirty years, but this little green cow is a breed of a blue-armored demon cow, and it is of the blood of a strange beast. It is really hard to say how long it is.
"Yun Cong, Ah Qing hasn't refused to eat yet?"
Before Yun Cong could reply, Yun stood up among the rubble beside him bravely, and shouted at Ye Qingxuan, "I won't eat no matter what, little uncle, I've tried my best, you, you do not blame me… "
"Huh? Got knocked into the air by Ah Qing again?"
Yun Yong kicked off the huge crossbeam that was pressing down on his legs, flapped his clothes twice, and replied easily: "It's a small thing, it's just that I was attacked by surprise..."
Yun Dong glanced at the completely collapsed bullpen, then at the unscarred Ma Yunyong, swallowed with a grunt, and thought: Is this trivial? For a normal person, the bones would have been crushed to pieces, unable to move...
Monsters... little uncle is surrounded by monsters...
Ye Qingxuan nodded, and said in his heart: Ma Yunyong's pure Yang physique is indeed the best candidate for practicing [Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu]. In just four years, he has practiced the first three levels of kung fu, but he is still The second level of wandering. However, I only regard this exercise as a way to improve physical strength and defense, and never practice it as a major exercise like Yun Yong. Besides, with my own aptitude, even if I practice this technique with all my strength, the gains will be very limited.
In four years, the third senior brother Qingsong found a large number of martial arts cheats for Ye Qingxuan, including several green-level martial arts, which gave Ye Qingxuan the ability to exchange for the first three levels of [Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill] and [Dugu Nine Swords] finals. So far, all the skill points on Ye Qingxuan's body have been used up, and all the opportunities to exchange for green-level martial arts have been used up...
At this time, Ye Qingxuan encountered bottlenecks in both his personal improvement and the application of the "Langhuan Lingmiao Pavilion" system.
If I stay in Qingyun Temple any longer, I am afraid that my progress will be even slower. Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan also had the idea of stepping into the rivers and lakes immediately.
"Moo—"
A bull roar interrupted Ye Qingxuan's thoughts. When I looked up, the big green bull had already run over, swaying back and forth at Ye Qingxuan's waist...
"Huh? Ah Qing, what are you doing?"
Ye Qingxuan hastened to protect his wine gourd. This is a good treasure he planted himself. It is green and green, like jade... Inside is the high-quality Fen wine from Yunxia County, so don't let it ruin it...
"Moo..." Da Qingniu shook his head dissatisfied, and went straight to the wine gourd in Ye Qingxuan's hand...
Ye Qingxuan was really entangled, so he had to open the gourd plug, poured two mouthfuls into the mouth of the big green cow, and lamented: "You bastard, you don't eat feed, but you just stare at my wine to drink... the cow chews peony knows No? My wine is worth more than peony... "
"Moo..." The big green cow clucked its mouth in satisfaction, shook its head, and the bronze cowbell on its neck jingled.
Lu Yundong was stunned by the scene in front of him, and asked stupidly: "Little uncle, you said that Ah Qing doesn't eat grass, so you just asked you to feed him a drink?"
"Huh? It's really possible when you put it that way... Damn it, it's all because of that bastard of the second senior brother. He has no right to do it. Do you have to give Ah Qing some distiller's grains and pour wine into the water he drinks? , Now it’s all right, I didn’t raise a laborer, but instead raised a drunkard... The second senior brother is not on the mountain these days, the source of the wine has been cut off, no wonder the dead cow refuses to eat, it turns out that it is an alcohol addiction. Playing a rascal... Get out, get out... My gourd wine is not enough for you to drink? It would be nice to have a taste, can it satisfy your craving?"
…
The moon shines alone on the strangers from other lands,
The night is quiet and people want to return...
Zheng Yunbiao stood alone on the top of the pavilion, and the evening wind blew, his face was still a boy, but it was full of longing and sorrow.
Four years ago, my youthful and ignorant nonsense almost brought catastrophe to the family. In order to save his own life, his father declared that he would drive him out of the house and never recognize him again. In order to eliminate the disaster for the family, the Zheng family even sold several properties and donated 500,000 taels of silver to Changkong Zhaojianmen. The power of the Zheng family plummeted as a result.
Before leaving home, his father had a secret talk with him, hoping that he could hide his name and spend his life safely, and never enter the rivers and lakes again, otherwise Changkong Zhaojianmen would hold a grudge against him very much, and he was afraid that his life would be in danger...
He was expelled from the house, and the servants did not dare to say goodbye. Hearing his mother crying behind the door, Zheng Biao did not have the courage to go forward to comfort him...
When I left home, it was night. When he went out, he could still see his father's eyes full of tears in the slightly open window of the attic with candlelight from a distance. Zheng Biao turned his head and left...
The street is quiet at night, Ning Yi...
"Master—remember to come back—"
Across the street, doggy Zheng Ergou knelt down and yelled.
This bastard was implicated by himself and kicked out of the Zheng family... No matter how domineering Changkong Zhaojianmen is, he won't make things difficult for a servant...
Zheng Biao ran over, kicked Zheng Ergou over, and shouted: "You don't know how to live or die, haven't you rolled yet..."
Then he stuffed all the banknotes in his arms, suppressing the tears in his eyes, and said: "Remember to do some business... Live well..."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Biao turned around and left.
"Young Master—" Zheng Ergou got up and yelled loudly...
Without looking back, Zheng Biao shook his hands, saying goodbye to his past...
Under the darkness of night, Zheng Biao glanced at the moon that illuminated his way forward, and heaved a sigh of relief. When he lowered his head, his eyes burst out with a fierce light like a wolf.
hum...
Sword Gate in the Sky—
I'm hooked on you!