It was bright, and Ruoxi knocked on the door next door. After hearing the reply from the son inside, he gently pushed the door and entered.
"Sir, Ruoxi welcomes you." Ruoxi said with a smile on her face.
Ning Chen glanced at Ruoxi who came in, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, this girl is asking him for something eight to nine times out of ten.
"Master, can Ruoxi beg you for something?" Sure enough, Ruoxi stepped forward, put his shoulders on his behalf, and said softly.
"Let's talk," Ning Chen smiled.
"Can you give some pointers on training without tears? It will take a few days" Ruoxi asked with some strength on both hands.
Ning Chen turned his head slightly, looked at Ruoxi who was close at hand, and teased, "It looks like you two get along well, so I sold your son so quickly."
"Young Master, did you agree?" Ruoxi's eyes flashed with anticipation.
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded lightly and said, he didn't care what happened to Hong Wulei, but if he begged him, he was unwilling to refuse.
"Thank you son"
Ruoxi Zhanyan smiled and immediately called out to the woman who had been waiting outside the room, saying, "No tears, the son agreed, so hurry up and come here"
The words fell, and Hong Wulei walked into the room, with a little nervousness and gratitude on her beautiful face, and bowed respectfully.
"In the past two days, you will recover from your injury first. After two days, we will be on our way. Before arriving at Yuheng Holy Land, you can learn as much as you can," Ning Chen calmly said.
Hong Wuxie nodded and silently responded. She knew that this was her best chance. Whether she could truly reach the ranks of the strong would depend on how much she could comprehend along the way.
Two days is not a long time, and it is even more for a cultivator in a blink of an eye. Although Hong Wulei's injury has not healed, it is no problem to walk like an ordinary person.
Two days later, Ning Chen continued on the road with the two of them. Ruoxi intentionally gave Hong Wulei more opportunities to receive guidance, so every once in a while, he would pretend to be tired and ask for a break.
Ning Chen could clearly see the thoughtfulness of his maid, but he didn't break it. According to the agreement, he carefully instructed Hong Wulei to cultivate.
"The essence of the sword, no matter how the world beautifies it, is ultimately a weapon to kill. How to use the weapon in your hand will have a decisive impact on your strength." "Your foundation is good, but you are too pursuing moves. When fighting, the opponent may be temporarily at a disadvantage because they are not familiar with your style of action, but the more experienced the person is, the shorter the adaptation process will be. Your advantage is very
It will soon disappear, or even become a disadvantage”
While speaking, Ning Chen's figure moved instantly, avoiding the blade, pointing at Ning Yuan, breaking through the former's heart.
Hong Wu Lei tried to block it, but it was too late to resist.
"See why?"
Before he spoke, Ning Chen paused between his fingers and said calmly, "The more troublesome the move, the more flaws, and the slower the return move, unless you have an overwhelming strength of true essence, otherwise, too much pursuit of complicated tricks. The move is just a cocoon."
After saying this, Ning Chen didn't say more, walked away, and left him to practice.
"Is that all?"
Ruoxi looked surprised when he saw the young master coming, he just pointed out a word, it was too fast.
"It's already quite a lot, you have to do everything step by step, you can't be in a hurry," Ning Chen replied.
If Xi didn't understand, but the son said a lot, that's really a lot.
Looking at the woman who was practicing hard in front of her, Ruoxi sighed in her heart and said softly, "Young Master, after your guidance, with Wu Lei's current cultivation level, is it possible to beat the powerhouse of the Three Calamities?"
"It's difficult," Ning Chen said honestly.
The cultivation base of Red No Tears is in the third congenital robbery, and it is still far from the three disasters. Although it is not impossible to go retrograde, it is not impossible, but the premise is to have an absolutely strong trump card.
In the past, the seniors were able to fight the invincible Wujun in the fourth calamity because the swords of the seniors were incomparably precise, and they would not differ by the slightest.
The other person is Mu Bai. In the world, Mu Bai may be the person closest to the beginning of the sword. It is difficult to measure by realm.
In addition to these two, there are a few others, although the height is a little worse, but they are barely able to fight across borders, such as Fan Fengchen, Mu Qianshang, Barbarian King, etc.
There are very few such people, and Hong Wulei has obviously not reached such a level, so he can only do his best.
Nanling was much bigger than expected. The three of them stopped and walked. After more than a month, they had just walked less than one-third of the way, and they were still far from Yuheng Holy Land.
For more than a month, Hong Wulei abandoned the tricky habit of doing tricks in the past, and began to practice from the most basic, and hone their own tricks and styles.
Ning Chen didn't teach much, and occasionally pointed out the deviation of his moves, but did not teach him any exercises or moves.
Hong Wu Lei has no dissatisfaction, and has improved his own tactics a little bit. He is diligent, but not greedy for more.
The woman's perseverance was impressive. Although Ning Chen didn't ask, she could guess that the woman who had worked so hard to practice martial arts in front of her should have a great hatred that was hard to let go deep in her heart.
Ning Chen has always regarded it as a nonsense when it comes to retribution of grievances and grievances said by the Buddhists. If any hatred can be forgiven, then what is the use of morality and laws in the world.
Whether Hong Wu Lei can take revenge in the future, he has no right to care, because if you cherish the soft-hearted fate, only on this road, the end of the road, their fate will end, and how much it can improve can only be seen by Hong Wu Lei own creation.
No one can decide the fate of others, and he is the same. The road always has to go by himself. If Hong Wulei chooses to take revenge, then he must be prepared to bear all the consequences. Life is luck, and death is fate.
More than a month later, the Yuheng Holy Land is getting closer and closer, and it is not as far away as before. If Xie's eyes flashed with worry, she knew that the Yuheng Holy Land was not far away, which meant that the time for the son to guide Hong Wuxi was also too long. Fewer and fewer.
"Young Master, she has no relatives, you can help her again." Ruoxi couldn't bear it, and begged again.
She understands how difficult it is for a lonely and helpless woman to live in this world. Back then, if she had not been brought back to the Hou residence by the son, perhaps she would not have the courage to continue living.
Hong Wulei is stronger than her. Over the years, she has endured too much suffering in silence, and even in order to conceal her identity, she did not hesitate to proclaim her meridians and make herself lose the ability to speak.
For more than ten years, I couldn't say a word. What kind of perseverance is needed to bear such suffering.
Ning Chen was silent for a moment, then immediately picked up a branch from the ground, looked at the red without tears in front of him, calmly said, "Attack here"
Hong Wu Lei nodded, and the lotus step stepped out, and the long knife in his hand swept straight out. The simple move remained unchanged, and it was more difficult to resist than before.
The red clothes moved, the strange movement technique, streaks of water light, the blade slashed, the red clothes scattered, but it was just an afterimage.
Hong Wulei was startled, and without thinking about it, the knife turned, held the knife in his backhand, and slashed behind him.
“Good response”
Behind Hong Wulei, the red clothes congealed, and the moment the blade came to him, it dissipated and disappeared again.
Hong Wulei became more and more frightened by the never-before-seen movement. He never thought that there was such an exquisite movement in the world.
"Snapped"
The branch was knocked down, Hong Wulei's right hand was numb, and the cold front in his hand was difficult to hold and fell to the ground.
The red light flashed, Ning Chen stopped his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and said sternly, "There are traces of the steps I just walked on the ground, memorize them carefully, and practice seriously, this is for your life."
Hong Wuxi was stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered and bowed respectfully. The gift of teaching the Tao will be unforgettable in this life!
For the last month or so, Ning Chen didn't teach any more. Most of the time, Hong Wu Lei practiced silently. Occasionally, when he couldn't figure it out, he would only ask for advice.
The four-month journey has finally come to an end. Yuheng Holy Land is near, and the separation is imminent. Hong Wulei took the initiative to challenge her benefactor for the first time, confirming the achievements of the past four months.
Ning Chen didn't refuse, even though he sealed the sword and replaced it with dead branches, he met the Leng Feng he taught him. There is no surprise in the battle. Hong Wulei still lost. There is an absolute gap in the combat experience of the two. It cannot be smoothed out by four months of hard training. However, the progress of Hong Wulei is very obvious. , at least, like another four months
It is impossible to break the blade in his hand without taking a step back.
When the battle was over, Hong Wulei put away the knife and bowed respectfully to the benefactor in front of him again.
The parting was imminent, tears welled up in Ruoxi's eyes. In the past four months, the two have become friends who can talk about everything. However, they have their own affairs, and it is impossible for them to continue on the same road.
Ruoxi stepped forward, hugged Wu Lei goodbye, and said softly, "Don't force yourself too hard, if you encounter trouble that you can't handle, come to us."
Hong Wu Lei nodded, although she was reluctant to give up, she was still resolute and turned to leave.
The cold wind blew, and the dark red shadow gradually faded away, and disappeared after a while.
"Let's go too," Ning Chen said, looking at Ruoxi who was beside him.
"kindness"
If Xi put away his mind, he replied.
Half a day later, the two stepped into the area of Yuheng Holy Land. As an inheritance on an equal footing with the Tianshu Dynasty, in Yuheng Holy Land, there are countless strong people, and the innate can be seen everywhere.
Ning Chen came here to find the art of rebirth, so he deliberately chose only the identity of an outer disciple, on the one hand, not to arouse suspicion from others, on the other hand, to stay away from the person who was close to perfection in Yuheng Holy Land as much as possible. The ancestors of the realm.
The technique of resurrection is a method that is not taught in Yuheng Holy Land. It is not very difficult to obtain it, especially since there is a top powerhouse who is close to the state of perfection sitting here, it is even more difficult. Clouds on clouds, mountains on mountains, majestic holy places, like fairyland on earth, under the fairyland, thousands of mountain peaks guard, tens of thousands of outer disciples live here, practicing martial arts, looking forward to one day to enter the mountains and become the most glorious the inner door
disciple.
The desire for longevity drives countless people to worship the mountains day and night. Some people give up their wealth, others give up their positions. Ning Chen lives at the foot of the mountain, looking at the mountains in the distance, the first class is a few months.