The purple sword was sheathed, and all its sharpness disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace, just like its owner's current appearance.
Although Gu Pinglin liked it, he would not snatch his opponent's favorite sword and would throw it back to him.
Duan Qingming took the sword and took a look at it. He no longer put it under his legs, but put it casually on the bedside. He got up and washed it with water, then took off his outer robe and threw it on the wooden rack. He lay on the bed wearing only a loose middle shirt, resting his head with one hand, playing with the Gu Ying sword with the other hand, and looking at Gu Pinglin opposite him with interest.
Tomorrow he can practice the Lingxin School's skills with a legitimate reason. Gu Pinglin felt extremely relieved when he thought of this.
The long sword went in and out of the scabbard, making a disturbing sound.
Gu Pinglin pretended not to hear it. He got up and turned off the light, then came back and lay down.
The noise stopped.
The cold moonlight shone through the window lattice, and the whole room was also illuminated by a faint light. Gu Pinglin was used to wearing dark clothes, and at this moment he was perfectly hidden in the shadows.
The person opposite was completely different. His white clothes were too eye-catching and any slight movement could be noticed.
The sleeping posture seems casual, but in fact there is no flaw.
The person seemed to have fallen asleep, but also seemed as if he would turn over and jump up at any time. Perhaps it was a habit developed by this monster who lost his mother at a young age after living in a large family for many years.
In the darkness, Gu Pinglin withdrew his gaze.
"Gu Pinglin." Duan Qingming suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?" Gu Pinglin raised his eyelashes quickly and slightly.
"Do we have a grudge?"
Hatred? Gu Pinglin shook his head. If we counted it this way in the previous life, they both had hatred, and it would be hard to figure it out. So Gu Pinglin said, "No."
"Why did you come to me?"
Gu Pinglin did not find this question strange at all. No matter how smart Duan Qingming was, he could not guess the reason. If he could not let go of this obsession with winning or losing, it would be difficult for him, Gu Pinglin, to concentrate on cultivating the Great Dao.
Gu Pinglin did not answer but asked: "You dare not?"
"You keep provoking me, Gu Xiaojiu. You know the consequences." His voice was too deep and clear, not like that of a teenager. His slow speech pace revealed threats and pressure.
Gu Pinglin sneered.
"Alas, I can never scare you," Duan Qingming laughed, "But besides being rivals, we can also be friendly brothers."
Friendship? Gu Pinglin also laughed.
Not to mention that he couldn't let go of his obsession, would this cold-blooded monster really want to be his fellow apprentice? It was a joke. In his eyes, fellow apprentices meant nothing. He would look for one after he had died. If he really believed his words, he would be courting death.
Gu Pinglin answered directly: "Impossible."
"Oh? That's a pity." The monster said slowly, with a hint of regret that seemed real and fake.
Then, no words were spoken that night.
The rooster crows at the dawn, and the morning comes again.
Gu Pinglin always had a regular schedule and got up at dawn. According to the rules today, all junior disciples had to go to listen to the sermon. Gu Pinglin quickly packed up and went out for breakfast.
A great cultivator who has formed an inner elixir has obtained a spiritual body and does not need to eat, but ordinary cultivators still need to eat. They cannot eat grains, but can only eat spiritual herbs, spiritual grains, and the meat of spiritual beasts. Each junior disciple of the Lingxin Sect can receive fifteen powerful pills every half a month, and taking one pill is enough to cope with a day.
Gu Pinglin brought back the pills, but Duan Qingming was still sleeping.
His handsome face was extremely calm, his thin lips were neither curved nor half curved, as if he was smiling, he looked so gentle and harmless, his thick black eyelashes did not even tremble.
The lying position did not change, and the quilt was still neatly folded next to him.
Is it real? Or a fake
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows, ignored him, and went out to listen to the sermon.
To enter the Dao, one must first understand the Dao. In the world of cultivation, people usually practice the Dao through preaching and self-realization, with the goal of breaking worldly concepts and understanding the origin and laws of the Dao. A firm heart of the Dao is very beneficial to cultivation. Yue Songting did not have so much free time to preach to the junior disciples. Chen Qian was not suitable for the task, and Chang Jinxin was lazy by nature. Therefore, Ren, the fifth disciple among the direct disciples, did the job.
The sermon was held in Luozhu Pavilion, which had an open terrain and a waterfall cascading down from the high rocks. It was about 20 to 30 feet high and no more than 40 to 50 feet wide. The most peculiar thing was that the waterfall was very thin and intermittent, like countless beads falling, like a fine crystal bead curtain. When the wind blew, the bead curtain swayed, which was very beautiful.
There are lush green pine branches and shrubs on both sides of the waterfall, and a small pavilion stands above it. The pavilion is built on a protruding rock, forming a suspended platform. Ren Ran sat cross-legged on the platform and preached to his disciples.
Even though he entered the profession late and had ordinary aptitude, he now looked to be in his fifties, with half white hair and beard, a pair of drooping shaggy eyebrows, and wore a plain grey cloth robe. He looked serious and had no special features.
Instead, the person sitting next to him is more eye-catching.
He was a young man holding a water-blue sword. He was not wearing an ordinary monk's robe, but a slightly tight short-sleeved shirt. His hair was tied up with a blue silk ribbon. His face was like a jade crown, his eyebrows were high and sharp, his lips were tightly pursed, and his starry eyes revealed extreme self-confidence and pride, just like a child of destiny.
Seeing him, Gu Pinglin couldn't help but feel excited and pursed his lips slightly.
Bu Shuihan, the sixth disciple of Yue Songting, is also the youngest among all the disciples. He entered the sect early and has a high talent. He broke through the Qi Condensation Realm and entered the Qi Refining Realm in seven years, and has now reached the first level of Qi Refining. He was originally the most promising disciple of the Lingxin Sect, but he was arrogant and warlike, and his nature could not be changed no matter how many times he was scolded. Yue Songting had to give up the idea of training him to be the head of the sect.
In his previous life, Bu Shuihan had been dissatisfied with Gu Pinglin, but later Gu Pinglin designed a plan to make peace with him, and the relationship between the two was better than others. Many times, Bu Shuihan did not seem like a senior brother in front of Gu Pinglin, but rather like a junior brother, who was very good at getting into trouble, and Gu Pinglin tried to solve the trouble for him. The two were simply inseparable good brothers.
I regret asking him to go to Youyou Haijing...
His death was most likely related to Duan Qingming, which also caused Gu Pinglin to lose his mind and become interested in that woman, which completely angered Duan Qingming.
Gu Pinglin was not a narrow-minded person and would not hold on to grudges from his previous life. However, the death of Bu Shuihan made it difficult for him to feel friendly towards Duan Qingming.
In this life, the incident in Youyou Haijing will never happen.
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows and looked around.
Even though the sermons were only given once every two months, it was a rare opportunity. There were hundreds of disciples sitting around the pool under the waterfall, on the white rocks, and under the ancient pines, listening to the sermons. The water vapor floated, and the sound of the water cut off all the noise. Even though the slow voice was mixed in the sound of the water, it seemed very vague, but as long as you listened attentively, it would be very clear. Listening to the sermons and understanding the truth in the sound of the waterfall can better hone your mind, which is also a unique way of cultivation of the Lingxin School.
Duan Qingming is not seen in the crowd. Has he not arrived yet
Gu Pinglin's eyes darkened slightly.
Duan Qingming had already started practicing. In two years, with his talent, he should be at least at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, or even at the Small Zhoutian. This person was extremely conceited, and he really didn't need to come to listen to the teachings.
In his previous life, Ren Ping's cultivation was far inferior to Gu Pinglin's. Just to avoid revealing his flaws in front of Duan Qingming, Gu Pinglin had to come over. He found a place to sit down, listening to Ren Ping's voice, looking at Bu Shuihan's figure, and experiencing the same event again. Gu Pinglin sighed inwardly.
The lecture lasted for two hours, during which time some people came and some left in a hurry after a sudden enlightenment. Gu Pinglin sat quietly for two hours. After the lecture was over, each junior disciple received a copy of the Lingxin Sect's introductory exercises. Next, they would practice and comprehend on their own based on their abilities, and prepare for the competition in half a year. Those who failed would be sent to the outer sect to do odd jobs.
Gu Pinglin looked at the martial arts in his hand and smiled.
This is the ultimate purpose of his coming here today. After obtaining the skills, he finally has a reason to practice.
The Lingxin School's martial arts... What's the difference of two years
In the room, Duan Qingming was still on the bed, leaning against the quilt, reading a book leisurely. His long hair was scattered, framing his handsome face, and his slanted eyes looked even more charming.
When Gu Pinglin walked in, he turned his head to greet him: "Are you back?" His expression was as gentle as ever, as if the words he said last night had never happened.
Gu Pinglin said "hmm".
"Kung Fu?" He put down the book and said, "Give it to me."
Knowing his personality well, Gu Pinglin would not care. Logically speaking, he was now qualified to learn this technique - however, he should not have come to Lingxin Sect at all. The Lingxin Sect's techniques were moderate and mild, which was of no help to him in creating the "Bu Tian Jue" and might even have had a negative impact.
Gu Pinglin rarely showed any hesitation.
"The Lingxin Sect's skills are not suitable for me," Duan Qingming stretched out his hand, "Give it to me. The more you do this, the more I want to stay with you. What should I do?"
Gu Pinglin said no more, threw the skills to him, walked to the bed and was about to sit down, but suddenly stopped, frowned and glanced at him.
Duan Qingming flipped through the techniques: "Hey, don't look at me like I've done something bad."
Gu Pinglin groaned and suddenly pulled back the quilt.
There was a box on the bed.
"It's really sad that my good intentions are doubted," Duan Qingming sighed and looked at him with a half-smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm just treating you to a few Linggu cakes."
"No need." Gu Pinglin threw the box back decisively.
"Are you afraid that I will hurt you?"
Provoking someone, childish. Gu Pinglin simply stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the bed.