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Li's backyard.

For several days in a row, the sound of violent vibrations continued.

Li Ziye practiced Liujia secret Zhu Bingzi Jue non-stop, almost to the point of madness.

This move was difficult, at least for Li Ziye.

Not only to overcome psychological obstacles, but also to try our best to control this power beyond the limit.

The essence of martial arts lies in the development of the body's potential, and then, the precise control of every ounce of strength.

Bingzi Jue and Li Bing Jiwu focused all their true energy on attacking, completely abandoning defense, and the explosive power exceeded Li Ziye's current limit.

Many times, Li Ziye couldn't even hold the sword in his hand steadily.

Inside the backyard.

Day after day, Li Qingzhi patiently accompanied his younger brother to practice swords, rarely gave instructions, and only relied on Li Ziye to comprehend everything.

Martial arts, only what one realizes is one's own, no matter how much others talk about it, it is useless.

"There are three days left."

In front of the porch, Huafeng was holding a red oil-paper umbrella, looking at the young man in the courtyard who was still practicing hard, with a look of doubt on his face, he said, "Can you master it?"

On the side, Bai Wangyu remained silent, saying nothing.

He believed that Brother Li would definitely be able to do it!

These days, Brother Li is obviously making continuous progress. Perhaps, he is only a small step away from success.

in the courtyard.

Li Ziye attacked again and again, and was pushed back again and again by Li Qingzhi, but he was still unable to break through his brother's defense.

Just two fingers, but now, it seems like a big mountain in front of him, making it difficult for Li Ziye to move an inch.

"boom!"

I don't know how many times, Li Qingzhi pointed at the Chunjun sword that came through the air, and immediately flicked it lightly, sending the young brother in front of him flying out with the sword.

"Your sword is becoming more and more unstable!"

Li Qingzhi said coldly, "If you can't even hold the sword firmly, what kind of sword do you still practice, come again!"

"Yes!"

Li Ziye gritted his teeth in response, firmly grasped the sword in his hand, and poured all his true energy into the Chunjun sword.

As the zhenqi subsided, the Chunjun sword immediately vibrated, and there was even a sign of letting go at any time.

"Keng!"

A moment later, the Chunjun sword came out of his hand and pierced into the back wall not far away.

In the courtyard, Li Ziye's hand holding the sword kept trembling. After many days of non-stop practice, his body had already reached its limit.

"Second brother, I'm sorry, I'll start over."

Li Ziye said something anxiously, and immediately ran to the back wall to draw his sword.

"Take a break for half an hour."

Li Qingzhi said indifferently, "Think about it for yourself, what is not doing well."

After finishing speaking, Li Qingzhi didn't say another word, turned around and went back to the room.

Li Ziye pulled out his sword, looked at his trembling hands, and wondered what went wrong with him.

"Little boy."

Hua Fengdu showed a smile on his face, waved his hand, and said, "Come here and rest for a while."

Li Ziye came back to his senses and stepped forward.

"Brother Li, don't be discouraged, there are still three days, enough."

On the side, Bai Wangyu comforted him softly.

"Old White."

Li Ziye raised his head and said blankly, "Am I, really not suitable for martial arts?"

"It doesn't matter if it's suitable or not."

Bai Wangyu said calmly, "The key is Brother Li, whether you like it or not."

Li Ziye was stunned, and after a while, he said with certainty, "I like it."

"That's good."

Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "Whether it's suitable or not, Brother Li has already embarked on this path. Moreover, he has gone so far. Among the younger generation, Brother Li has already become a very powerful master."

"really?"

Li Ziye said with some uncertainty, "But, I don't seem to have won anyone."

"That's because the people you meet, little boy, are all too powerful."

Hua Feng interjected, "Whether it's Little Red Riding Hood, the little monk Sanzang, or the four princes of the Great Merchant, which one is not a genius among geniuses, the worst ones are those disciples of Confucianism. In fact, they are all carefully selected. It's normal that you can't beat the genius."

"Brother Li, you are now stronger than most of the disciples of Confucianism."

Bai Wangyu laughed softly, "According to my inference, your opponent this time should be similar to Xiuru. If you can defeat him, you don't have to swallow your anger when you meet Xiuru in the future."

"Wen Xiuru!"

Hearing this name, Li Ziye's teeth itch with hatred. When he was in Mobei, this guy was always angry with him.

"Second Confucian disciple?"

On the side, Hua Feng said in surprise, "I've heard that martial arts talent seems to be very good, except for you, Little Red Riding Hood, among the disciples of the Confucian school, he is the most outstanding."

"Ah."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "The cultivation of Confucianism should be in the middle of the third realm, or it may have entered the late stage of the third realm. My junior, I am not too attached to martial arts, otherwise, cultivation The speed will not be below me."

"They're all perverts!"

Li Ziye gritted his teeth and said.

"Ah!"

Confucianism School, Taixue Palace, Wenxiu Confucianism who was reading ancient books in the Buddhist scripture tower, suddenly sneezed twice, with a puzzled look on his face.

Got a cold?

Should not be ah.

He is dignified, he is in the middle stage of the third stage of martial arts, no, he just entered the late stage yesterday, how could he be a quasi-peerless master in the late stage of the third stage of martial arts, how could he be infected with the wind and cold.

For sure, someone scolded him behind his back!

Subconsciously, someone's wretched face appeared in Wen Xiuru's mind.

I don't know what happened to that guy, the elder brother went to Yingzhou for a while, why didn't he come back.

Such a troublesome thing as acting as a teacher is not suitable for him, so come back quickly, senior brother!

"Brother Xiuru."

At this time, a young disciple dressed in a Confucian robe walked quickly and saluted respectfully, "The head of Confucianism has an order to let Brother Xiuru go over."

"Confucian leader?"

Wen Xiuru froze for a moment, then came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Understood, I'll go there now."

The young disciple cupped his fists and saluted respectfully, then turned and left.

Wen Xiuru put the scriptures in his hands back on the bookshelf, and immediately walked towards the east courtyard.

What did the Confucian chief ask him for?

He doesn't seem to have made any mistakes lately.

Soon.

Outside the East Court.

Wen Xiuru came over, saluted respectfully, and said, "For my disciples to cultivate Confucianism, see the head of Confucianism."

"Come in."

In the small courtyard, an old voice came out and answered.

"Yes."

Wen Xiuru hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the courtyard.

in the courtyard.

Kong Qiu was watering the vegetables in the garden, when he saw someone coming from the corner of his eye, he said, "Cultivating Confucianism, how many years have you been in Confucianism?"

"15."

Wen Xiuru said truthfully.

"Do you feel that you and your elder brother are almost the same in both cultivation and ability, but your elder brother has obtained much more than you?" Kong Qiu said calmly.

"will not."

Wen Xiuru looked calm and said, "Originally, the senior brother is better than the disciple. Moreover, although the senior brother got more, he also took on more. The burden on the senior brother, the disciple cannot bear."

"What if you must bear it?" Kong Qiu raised his head and said seriously.

Wen Xiuru was stunned for a moment, then his face sank, and he said, "The head of Confucianism has learned from you. This disciple knows very well that his own ability is not enough to take on this great task. Senior brother, he is the most suitable successor for Confucianism."

Kong Qiu looked at the serious expression of the disciple in front of him for a long time, sighed softly, and said, "Cultivating Confucianism, this old man is not testing you, nor is he forcing you. I just want to remind you that from now on, if your elder brother cannot inherit Confucianism The door is so heavy, you can only come here, you can't hide, and you can't hide!"