Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

The dawn is beginning to appear, and the morning sun slightly penetrates the clouds, like a fine pen, painting warm colors on the canvas of the sky. Under the illumination of the morning rays, the earth seems to be awake but not awake, with a bit of laziness and tranquility.

At this moment, the world is filled with a fresh breath, as if everything is quietly telling the new life of life.

In this quiet moment, the figures of a group of people stood out in the morning light. They were sitting or standing, waving their fists, or flicking the strings of the piano. Everyone was enjoying the new power and inspiration.

Xiaoyi is Shao Siming, a mysterious name that represents her mysterious identity.

Her palms were upward, and her slender fingers were like silver in a landscape painting. They had an air of freehand brushwork, gently drawing a mysterious pattern in the void.

The pattern seemed to be alive, moving according to her thoughts, or hovering, or rolling, or as fast as lightning, or as slow as the breeze.

That is the Evergreen Vine, her martial spirit. This martial spirit seems to be different from any other martial spirit. It seems to have the spirit of life and moves with Xiaoyi's mood, like a dexterous cat jumping between her fingers.

A trace of determination and persistence flashed in Xiaoyi's eyes. Her Manyyo Feihua style is a difficult martial art to practice, requiring fine control and immense patience, but she never gave up and practiced silently every day.

Her figure is soft and graceful, her movements are as nimble as a fox, and her hands are like snakes swimming in the void.

Those wandering hands seemed to be playing a silent movement, with both majestic melody and subtle and exquisite rhythm.

At the same time, on the other side, Lord Chen Xiao was waving his long sword in the dim light of the morning, as vigorous as a pine tree, and his sword skills were as strong as the wind.

His soul power circulates in the air, like transparent threads, appearing and disappearing as he moves.

Whenever the sword tip points in one direction, it will leave a faint trace of soul power, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

And when he and Xiao Wu were fighting each other, one moment his sword skills were all over the place, fierce and domineering, with every move carrying a murderous aura, and the next moment he would switch to Qing Ping's sword skills, but they were as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water. The elegance of Ping's swordsmanship is fully displayed, and every movement is like a beautiful poem.

Chen Xiaojun's swordsmanship not only dazzled onlookers, but also made him immersed in it and enjoy himself.

"Haha, little Wuneng, you are really 'unstoppable' with your Earth Flowing Fist training!" Mr. Chen Xiao teased Xiao Wuneng while fighting.

Xiao Wu Neng's face turned red. Although it was difficult for him to resist Chen Xiaojun's swordsmanship, which had no offensive power but only defensive power, he was not to be outdone. "Hmph, young master, don't look down on me! When my martial spirit awakens, sooner or later I will run into you and beat you!"

Hearing this, Mr. Chenxiao laughed even more happily. "Okay, I'll wait for you! But before that, let's go run around!"

Chenxiaojun came to Xiaoyi and said with a smile: "Xiaoyi, how is your practice of Wanye Feihua Ryu?"

Xiaoyi didn't speak, but nodded slightly. Although she was separated by a veil, she could feel that there was always a faint smile on her face.

Her silence and etherealness stand out in this lively scene.

Several people got up one after another and ran towards the road around the village. Xiao Yi's running speed is not fast, but her endurance is surprisingly good. She follows Chen Xiaojun and always maintains a steady pace. No matter how fast Chen Xiaojun is, Xiao Yi never falls behind.

The road around the village was specially built by the village. There are many spirit masters in the village who practice physical fitness and can enjoy the scenery while running. The cool breeze blowing in the morning will take away their fatigue and bring their blood and passion.

They met Ma Wenyi on the road. He was running sweating profusely and shouting: "Youth will never let you down! Burn it, Ayi!"

Chenxiaojun shouted: "Brother Wenyi, your enthusiasm really 'burns the entire Chenlin Village'!"

Ma Wenyi ran over and responded breathlessly: "Master Xiaojun, your humor really 'lights up the whole world'!"

Chen Xiaojun said softly: "Brother Wen Yi, you said that youth will never let people down, so where did our youth go?"

Ma Wenyi smiled: "You have spent your youth on practicing, while mine has been spent on running circles."

Mr. Chen Xiao laughed loudly after hearing this: "Then your youth has not been in vain. At least you have improved your figure!"

Ma Wenyi touched his head: "This is also a gain."

"Brother Wen Yi, how many laps have you run? You are sweating so much."

"It's almost fifty laps. You know our Ma family needs to train more on our legs to improve our strength, speed, and endurance. We have to run a hundred laps every morning, and there are still fifty more laps left."

"Brother Wenyi, you are indeed the blue beast of our Chenlin Village. Xiaoyi, give Brother Wenyi some relief."

Hearing this, Xiaoyi waved his finger, and the evergreen vines circled around Ma Wenyi, helping him stabilize his body and calm his breath.

The vine seemed to have spirituality, gently touching Ma Wenyi's body, and suddenly a refreshing and transparent feeling surrounded Ma Wenyi, as if his physical strength had recovered a lot.

"Xiaoyi, this martial spirit is good, it's really comfortable..." Ma Wenyi praised.

"Xiao Yi's martial spirit has strong vitality and has auxiliary functions." Chen Xiaojun explained with a slight smile.

"That's a good relationship. But youth can't stop. I'll continue running in circles. Everyone, youth is never-ending! Xiao Wuneng, you have to work hard, you can't lose to your brother Zhu Wukui!"

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Not long after, several people ran to the picturesque Shaolin Lake. The surface of the lake is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds and surrounding mountain shadows. The fresh air makes people feel comfortable.

Suddenly, a piano sound came, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Several people looked up and saw a woman in green clothes sitting in a pavilion by the lake. Her figure was elegant and her face was cold. She was the person Chen Xiaojun lost to in the clan competition - Chen Yanwu. .

As a Chen family with a popular literary style, they have to learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. Girls in the Chen family are especially interested in playing the piano.

Chen Yanwu's fingers gently plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano rippled on the lake like flowing water. She played with concentration and intoxication, as if everything around her had disappeared, leaving only her and her piano.

The sound of the piano flows in the air, which is the solo of Chen Yanwu. She sat in front of a huge guqin, her fingertips flowing like water, her expression focused and sacred, as if she was communicating with ancient gods; the sound of the piano was like the clouds and mist in the morning light, delicate and charming; the melody revealed in the sound of the piano , like some kind of mysterious spell, intoxicating.

Her fingertips danced on the strings, emitting a melodious melody. This was the task given to her by Chen Hanxin.

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