Time is like water, and a year has passed leisurely.
Ding ding dong dong...
In Dongfang Yu's house, there is a lyre in front of him. Dongfang Yu is sitting by the lake, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and his hands are placed on the strings. It was very pleasing to the ear, and Dongfang Yu's body and mind were also immersed in the distant sound of the piano. In a year's time, the restlessness in Dongfang Yu's heart had calmed down a lot.
clap clap...
On Dongfang Yu's side, he was playing the piano. In front of him, two boys who looked like seven or eight years old were fighting. Naturally, they were Nie Feng and Duan Lang.
Nie Feng stepped lightly, his figure was erratic and elegant, breaking the waves straight to and fro, his hands were wide open and closed, while running, his hands formed seals, and from time to time he released one or two thunder escape ninjutsu.
After fighting for a while, I saw Nie Feng lightly tapped his feet a few times, and he came to Duanlang's back in a flash. His slightly immature palm was full of inner strength, and he pressed his palm towards Duanlang's back.
boom!
Duanlang who was hit turned into a white light, and then saw a wooden stake that was cracked by the force of his palm and fell to the ground.
"It's a substitute technique again." Seeing that the Duanlang under his attack suddenly turned into a wooden stake, Nie Feng sighed secretly.
There are countless times that the two have exchanged ideas, but every time, Nie Feng feels that this substitute technique is simply the most terrifying ability in the world, but Duanlang has become more and more proficient in training this technique .
The movement of the mind, but in an instant, seeing Duanlang turned into a wooden stake, Nie Feng reflexively slapped himself behind.
Most of them, Duanlang like to use ninjutsu to disturb the opponent's mind, and then attack from behind. Sure enough, when Nie Feng turned around, Duanlang from behind also slapped him.
Although Duanlang's attack came first, Nie Feng's movements came later. It seems that Nie Feng's fate is very compatible with speed-type martial arts. Lingbo's micro-stepping is only one year, and it is already He was so proficient that even the attack speed in his hand was much faster than that of ordinary people, and the attack that came later was actually imprinted on Duanlang's chest first.
However, Nie Feng's palm passed through Duanlang's chest, and it didn't feel like hitting a real body. This Duanlang was just a phantom.
"Oops, clone technique?" Nie Feng's heart sank. The figure behind him is just a phantom of clone technique? Where is the real broken wave
boom!
Almost at the same time, the stake hit by Nie Feng's palm turned into a stream of white smoke again, and unexpectedly turned into a broken wave. The palm was attached to Nie Feng's back, and the phantom of the clone in front of Nie Feng also disappeared at the same time. .
"You lost!", Duan Lang, his face was a little pale, obviously he was very uncomfortable from being hit by Nie Feng just now, but he said proudly.
After losing, Nie Feng also realized immediately that Duanlang used the transformation technique to turn into a wooden stake the moment he hit his palm, deceiving himself into thinking it was a substitute technique, and then used the clone technique Attracting his attention, this calculation made Nie Feng feel that he was not wronged.
However, just now, his palm actually hit him, which made Nie Feng's heart tighten again. He turned around and said worriedly: "Duanlang, how are you? Are you okay?".
"I'm fine," Duan Lang shook his head and said with his palm back.
"Duanlang, you're so serious, we're just sparring, why use fighting to win me with injuries?" Nie Feng said to Duanlang complaining.
"You are wrong. Master has emphasized many times that a ninja is someone who will do anything to win. In ninjutsu battles, what is more needed is surprise." Duan Lang said with a straightened expression.
A year has passed, and Duanlang is slowly able to understand Dongfang Yu's intentions. This ninjutsu is indeed more suitable to be taught to himself. Brother Feng's temperament is so straightforward and kind, it is indeed not suitable for ninjutsu.
A year has passed, and Duanlang and Nie Feng often competed. In terms of pure strength, Nie Feng crushed Duanlang. Because Duanlang can indeed do a good job in the unexpected aspect of ninjutsu.
Duan Lang was also very grateful to Dongfang Yu as his master, it seemed that to him, this strange ninjutsu was indeed more suitable for him than the straightforward martial arts.
ding dong...
At this time, Dongfang Yu flicked her finger lightly, and the last syllable of the lyre was swayed far away, her slightly squinted eyes opened, and the song was over. To her two disciples, Dongfang Yu nodded in satisfaction .
Nie Feng has a good temperament, but his aptitude is indeed very high. In just one year, after his careful training, his internal strength has not been low. If he compares it with the characters in Tianlong Babu, his strength should be in the segment. At the level of Zhengchun, it's just that Fengyun is a high-level military plane, and Nie Feng can only be regarded as a second-rate to third-rate now.
What about Duanlang? The strength is actually very good, the basic three-body technique is already mastered very proficiently, especially the body-substitution technique, which is getting faster and faster, and it can often receive miraculous effects. Regarding the thunder escape ninjutsu, progress is also quite good It is gratifying, but it is limited by age after all. Even with the Yi Jin Jing to improve the physique and the amount of chakra, it is only at the level of ordinary ninja.
"Feng'er, Lang'er, I'm going out for a few days as a teacher. You guys just stay at home and practice hard these days, you know?" After inspecting the progress of the two disciples, Dongfang Yu was quite satisfied and said.
"Understood, Master", Duan Lang looked a little bit reluctant, but his temper was much more mature than Nie Feng's, so he nodded seriously without any objection.
"Master, how long are you going?" However, compared to Duanlang's rationality, Nie Feng was much more emotional, and said very reluctantly, "Can you take Feng'er with you?".
"I can't do it this time. Master is going to meet a martial arts senior. It's inconvenient to take the two of you with you. As for how long." Dongfang Yu hesitated for a moment, and looked at a maple tree in the yard, the leaves were already beginning to fall When the tree fell off, he said: "When all the leaves of this tree fall, the master will come back."
"Well, Master, you should come back sooner." Seeing that Dongfang Yu's mind had been made up, Nie Feng stopped pestering her, and said reluctantly.
"Mr. Dongfang, are you leaving? Shall I help you prepare?" At this time, Yan Ying, who was followed by two servant girls and dressed in fine silk, came over, and happened to hear Dongfang Yu's words, He stared at Dongfang Yu with gentle eyes and asked.
"No need, I'm alone, just take some money with me, take good care of these two brats," Dongfang Yu said calmly without looking into Yan Ying's eyes, and immediately strode out of the house.
"Alas...", watching Dongfang Yu's leaving figure, Yan Ying sighed inwardly.
The reason for Dongfang Yu's departure is actually very simple. After a year, the Tiandihui finally got the news. In a city hundreds of miles away, a new restaurant has sprung up, and its name is Zhonghua Pavilion.
In the past year, there has been no news of the Zhonghua Pavilion from Tiandihui. Dongfang Yu also guessed that Wuming hadn't opened the Zhonghua Pavilion yet, and originally wanted to go to find the Juggernaut.
However, the Juggernaut is also hard to find, only people in Wushuang City know, but want to pry the whereabouts of the Juggernaut from Wushuang City? It's not easy either.
Fortunately, the main purpose of Dongfang Yu is to cultivate one's morality. Over the past year, her character has recovered a lot. Although there are occasional negative emotions that will come out to affect her, this kind of situation is very rare.
After leaving the house and leaving the house, Dongfang Yu went straight to the Zhonghua Pavilion according to the information from the Tiandihui. After a day of rest on the way, she successfully stood at the door of the Zhonghua Pavilion the next day.
Standing at the door of the store, looking up at the plaque of Zhonghua Pavilion, Dongfang Yu narrowed her eyes slightly. Ordinary people may not be able to see anything, but Dongfang Yu can feel that the three words Zhonghua Pavilion contain a deep sword between the lines. At first glance, it seems as if you can see a sharp sword coming out of the plaque, stabbing at yourself.
"It's here." At first, Dongfang Yu was worried that it might be just a restaurant with the same name, but seeing this plaque, Dongfang Yu was able to confirm that the owner of this restaurant must be unknown.
"Guest officer, please come inside. The shop has just opened for a few days, and all the food and beverage prices have been reduced by 20%." Dongfang Yu stepped into the Zhonghua Pavilion, a little girl in her early thirties, very enthusiastic He greeted him and said hello.
"En", Dongfang Yu nodded, and looked at the waiter in the shop carefully, but he saw a stern look in his eyes from time to time, and he breathed and breathed as he walked, he seemed to be a first-class expert in the world.
It seems that Wuming's subordinates, even ordinary shop assistants, have good martial arts, but it seems that these people have several lives on hand, and they don't look like good people.
"Xiaoer, is your boss here? I want to see him," Dongfang Yu said after entering the Zhonghua Pavilion, instead of sitting down to order.
"Our boss?" Dongfang Yu's words made the waiter in the shop slightly stunned, and immediately called out: "Shopkeeper, there is a guest officer here looking for you."
"Guest officer, do you have any orders for the little old man?" The shopkeeper of Zhonghua Pavilion, an old man in his sixties, who should not be inferior in martial arts, came out from behind the counter and asked with a smile.
"Wrong, I'm not looking for your shopkeeper, I'm looking for your boss," Dongfang Yu said emphatically, shaking her head.
While speaking, a ray of breath diffused from Dongfang Yu's body and passed through the Zhonghua Pavilion.
The shopkeeper and the waiter exchanged a look without any trace, and a fierce look flashed in the eyes.
The shopkeepers and buddies of the Zhonghua Pavilion are all masters in the martial arts. Many of them were chased and killed by their enemies and rescued by Wuming, so they live in seclusion in this restaurant, and they don't want the situation here to be leaked. Dongfang Yu seems to be Seeing through the signs here, both of them felt a killing intent in their hearts.
Moan!
Vaguely, Dongfang Yu felt a sword intent coming from the backyard of the Zhonghua Pavilion, contacting her own breath, and seemed to be able to hear a crisp sword cry in her mind.
"Since sir wants to see me, let's come to the backyard and have a talk." A flat voice suddenly rang out, and the murderous intent in the eyes of the shopkeeper and the waiter faded away.
"Come with me, guest officer, I'll take you to meet our boss." Since Wuming had spoken, the waiter in the shop lowered his head and led the way for Dongfang Yu.