Practice Remembering You

Spring goes and autumn comes, five years have passed in the blink of an eye

Senior brothers Liu Pojian and Liu Wuzhai, as well as the senior brother before them, have all entered the true Qi realm and left Qiuling Mountain.

Before the three brothers left, this quiet martial arts hall was still quite lively. Now that they were gone, it felt like they had entered a world of complete silence, desolateness and tranquility. This discomfort lasted for several days.

In the past five years, Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie have both grown a lot taller, their facial features have begun to take shape, and they are gradually getting rid of their childish look.

At present, both of them have completely mastered their respective sets of martial arts, and have reached the peak level of second-rate masters. Their strength is infinitely close to that of first-rate masters.

But strangely, the two seemed to have hit a bottleneck, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not reach the level of first-class masters.

There seemed to be an invisible membrane above the second-rate peak. The two could feel that the membrane was very thin, as if it could be broken if touched, and the membrane was very close to them, as if they could touch it with just "raising their hands".

But when the two people impact upwards, the membrane will rise accordingly, and when the impact of the two people stops, the membrane will come down.

The film always kept a certain distance from the two people. This distance was very driving people crazy. It was just a little bit, but even with this little bit, the two people could not touch each other no matter what.

The two consulted their masters about this matter, but they all said: "You have already mastered the martial arts. Now it is time to accumulate experience. Slowly look for opportunities to break through the top masters."

Just leave it alone after saying that.

---Martial Arts Training Ground---

Wu Mengjie held a long sword in his hand, his posture upright, and stared at Zhang Yu with sharp eyes.

Zhang Yu stood there empty-handed, all his attention focused on Wu Mengjie.

"Shua~!"

Wu Mengjie moved, and his feet were like the wind, and he rushed over like a dragon!

Zhang Yu took root under his feet, resisted movement with stillness, took a deep breath, and stood on the ground like an old tree.

Wu Mengjie came close, and the long sword in his hand danced lightly, and several sword flowers appeared in an instant! He attacked Zhang Yu's body mercilessly.

Zhang Yu was quick-witted and easily grabbed Wu Mengjie's sword, holding it tightly with both hands like a poisonous snake entwining its prey. Zhang Yu would not grab it roughly, as that would injure his palms. Instead, he used his fingers to pinch the sword.

Wu Mengjie felt a terrifying force coming from the sword. Having sparred with Zhang Yu many times before, he knew that when Zhang Yu held the sword with both hands, he could not force the sword to shake, because it would be useless.

Immediately, his body was on one side in the air, and his right hand loosened the sword, replaced by his left hand. At the same time, his left leg suddenly accelerated in the air, and rushed straight to Zhang Yu's waist and abdomen like a whip! The speed was so fast that even the toes could hear the sound of breaking through the air! It was a bone-breaking leg!

Zhang Yu was not panicked. He held the air in his mouth and let it out. The color of his skin became a little darker at this time, and he was practicing the Universal Iron Body Skill.

"flutter!"

The bone-breaking leg kicked Zhang Yu's waist and abdomen, but the sound was very dull. Although Zhang Yu felt pain on his face, it was obviously not a big problem.

Although this blow did not make Zhang Yu let go, the pain reduced his grip a lot.

Wu Mengjie found the right opportunity, grabbed the sword with both arms at the same time, and shook the sword!

"Om~!"

The entire sword body vibrated, shaking Zhang Yu's hands away. He quickly pulled them out, preparing to counterattack again.

But what Wu Mengjie didn't expect was that Zhang Yu actually pressed his body down, with the backs of his hands already pressed against his legs.

"Not good!" Wu Mengjie thought to himself that something was wrong.

The next moment, Wu Mengjie felt dizzy and lost gravity, and his legs were twisted in a direction that he could not exert force on.

What Zhang Yu’s Wanxiang Gong is least afraid of is close combat, the closer the better.

Wu Mengjie was different. Although the sword was also a melee weapon, it required a certain distance. Not to mention the spear, so in this close combat situation, Wu Mengjie suffered a great loss.

But just when Zhang Yu thought he had won, Wu Mengjie suddenly slapped the ground with one hand, replaced his lower limbs with his upper limbs, and made a brief displacement.

This hit caught Zhang Yu off guard. He wanted to chase after him, but he saw two flying knives coming at him from tricky angles.

Zhang Yu was shocked and hurriedly dealt with the darts. By the time he had dealt with them, Wu Mengjie had already straightened his body. He stepped forward, rushed in front of Zhang Yu, and danced out several sword flowers to stab him again.

It was actually the same routine as before, the only difference was that this time the distance was a little closer. Zhang Yu could only observe the sword flowers nearby, and did not pay attention to other aspects in such detail.

"You have forgotten how you caught the sword just now, right?" Zhang Yu sneered, and then grabbed the sword again with the same method as at the beginning.

"You lost, do you still want to fight?"

Just when Zhang Yu was about to do something, Wu Mengjie suddenly spoke.

"I lost? What do you mean I lost?" Zhang Yu was a little puzzled, but when he lowered his head, he knew that Wu Mengjie was right.

Wu Mengjie was seen holding a pistol in his right hand, with the tip of the pistol against Zhang Yu's throat.

"Ah~" Zhang Yu sighed and let go of the long sword: "When did you take the pistol? Why didn't I see it?"

Wu Mengjie put away the weapon, looking very proud: "I took it when I attacked you with a hidden weapon just now."

The two men came to the edge of the martial arts training ground, where there was a relatively flat stone with the names of both parties written on it, one on the left and one on the right.

There are correct characters engraved under the names, and each person has six of them.

At this time, Wu Mengjie picked up a small stone, went to his name with excitement, and added another stroke next to the six correct characters.

"Thirty-one times! This time I have won more times than you." Wu Mengjie laughed.

"Tsk~" Zhang Yu said nonchalantly, "It's not like I can't win back. Let's continue the competition later."

"Come on! The score between us will only get bigger and bigger!" Wu Mengjie laughed with his hands on his hips.

Zhang Yu sat on the ground in a daze for a while, "Brother Wu, do you think we can really become first-class masters by just learning the methods of the two brothers and constantly practicing? Why don't I feel like I've made any substantial progress?"

Wu Mengjie also sat on the ground: "It should be fine. After all, both brothers have become monks. Following their path, although the process may not be correct, the result will definitely be fine."

While the two were chatting, An Ruhua came over and wanted to join in their conversation.

Both of them disliked her now, but she was still a master after all...well...or a master of the same generation, so they couldn't say anything and could only express their diswelcome with practical actions.

Wu Mengjie was very straightforward. He said he had something else to do and turned and left.

Zhang Yu was a little shy and couldn't let out a panic, so he couldn't say he had something to do and then leave like Wu Mengjie did. He could only tell the truth, "I'll take a break and then continue practicing martial arts."

As for the rest time, I could only remain silent as much as possible, thinking to myself that no matter what An Ruhua asked next, I would pretend not to hear it.

However, Zhang Yu, who had been taught to be polite to others since childhood, always ignored the other party, which made Zhang Yu feel inexplicably guilty.

Therefore, after An Ruhua said about a hundred sentences, she would respond with an "um" or "ah".

In fact, there was a period of time when the two of them let An Ruhua join the chat. Mainly at that time, they were wondering if they had misunderstood Master An. She must have gone through something to become like this. Chatting more should reveal the answer.

But the result was that they did not blame An Ruhua at all. After they had a heart-to-heart talk with her, they hated her even more. This girl is simply a psychopath. You talk to her nicely but she deliberately talks about something vulgar.

When they asked about her past experiences, it was even more ethically outrageous. The two children felt sick and regretted why they had to send such a shameless message. They wanted to know more about An Ruhua.

After that it became like this now, both of them ignored each other.

Zhang Yu couldn't stand it anymore, so he ended his rest early and went to practice sparring with Wu Mengjie.

In the evening, Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie returned to their residence tired and found Zheng Qianli standing there, seemingly waiting for them.

The two of them hurriedly stepped forward to salute. When they got closer to Zheng Qianli, they both felt that Zheng Qianli was different from before. His aura was no longer as flamboyant as before, but now very restrained.

Although restrained, the aura gives people a much stronger feeling.

Zheng Qianli looked very happy at this time, and he touched his chin and said, "Do you two want to speed up?"