a ruthless swordsman

204.

Oh my god.

Is it because my head is knotted, or my ears are wrong, one day I will be able to hear the third senior brother bluntly say that he has love in his heart!

When I think about it, it makes sense. My father once mentioned that people who are too thoughtful should not practice the ruthless art. Ning Qianzhong, who killed a thousand swords, also called the ruthless sword a practice of relentless love.

Most of what this person said was unbelievable. Back then, I went in with my left ear and out of my right ear, and because I claimed to know the third brother, I went back and forth, and I ignored the biggest reason that hindered his cultivation.

It turns out that the third senior brother is also a mortal who can be tempted.

What kind of woman can teach him to fall in love with?

My thoughts flew to the clouds following the words just now, and I suddenly remembered a dream three years ago.

In the dream, the third senior brother with brocade clothes and black hair is the most handsome groom official in the whole world.

It was a pretty good dream.

But the bride in the dream was me, and this dream became a nightmare.

I shivered unknowingly, hurriedly dispelled the messy scenes in my mind, and said seriously: "Senior Brother, if you have a sweetheart, you can marry him to Cuifeng Mountain. How can you leave the sect after getting married? According to the rules, Jianzong is not a temple for monks, so my father will be the first to lead by example."

Wait, when it comes to this, should I go and bet with the brothers in the front yard overnight?

Well, when the money is earned, two to one will be added to five, half will be saved to buy sugar cakes, and the other half will be given to the third senior brother as a bride price.

The smile on Third Senior Brother's face was fleeting, the trees covered the moonlight, and his voice was strangely gentle in the darkness.

"It's getting dark, let's go."

205.

Several things happened one after another during the most of the day, and when I got back to my room, I was exhausted and yawned a little.

Xie Ling was wandering around outside the door like a headless fly, and after a while he made up his mind to knock on the door, and asked loudly, "A Xue, are you asleep?"

At that time, I was nestling comfortably in the bathtub, and my head felt dizzy when I heard his voice.

Count Liao.

Let's just treat him astray, look down and see him, we will spend a long time together in the future, it's not worth it to hide until today because of a kiss with no clear meaning.

I took a deep breath and said loudly according to my usual tone: "I'm busy! Brother, I haven't gone down the mountain for a while, can you come with me tomorrow?"

Xie Ling, who was outside the door, paused for a moment, and his originally languid voice suddenly gained strength: "Okay, get some rest early!"

What a fool.

206.

Big fools also have the benefits of big fools.

I've been hiding from him for a few days, and when he got a little warmer, Xie Ling immediately ignored the past and, as usual, bought me this and that.

At this time, the street was full of vendors holding candied haws skewers, Xie Ling led me, and I took the bamboo sticks of candied haws, and walked slowly on the path back to Jianzong.

"Axue, did Li Yanxing go wrong in his cultivation?" Xie Ling asked me unintentionally.

My father didn't say anything about it, and I won't let it out.Others only think that the third senior brother is going out of the customs normally, but the three of my senior brothers live in the same courtyard, Xie Lingpin can see the subtlety of it.

"Do you think I'll know?" I licked the golden syrup and threw the burden back vaguely.

Xie Ling choked.

I rolled my eyes, bit off the top half of the hawthorn, and brought it to his mouth: "Brother, do you want to eat it?"

Xie Ling lowered his head and ate one too.

At this stall, I suddenly asked a question that was exactly the same as in my previous life.

"Brother Ling, do you also want to learn the Heartless Sword?"

There was some melted syrup on Xie Ling's lips, and I wiped it off with my fingers without thinking.

It was only when he retracted his hand that he realized something was wrong.

Why can't I control my hand.

Normal actions that used to be done without thinking, now have to be done carefully.

Tell me it's all your fault!

Xie Ling said, "I don't want to."

"why?"

"Master made it clear that he was looking for a candidate for the next suzerain. As the leader of a sect, there are countless shackles on him. I don't want...and I am not qualified to shoulder a sect."

The words are different, but the general meaning is the same as the answer in the previous life.

What crime did my father do.

The eldest apprentice was born in a wealthy family, full of wives and children, and devoted himself to fireworks in the world.

The second apprentice will not mention it for the time being.

The most outstanding three apprentices in the usual days, now they have cut their own way. They just told my father in a clear way: "Master, I'm sorry, you should choose someone else."

The fourth apprentice had a miserable life experience, and it was rare for him to have a cheerful and comfortable temperament. As he himself said, shouldering heavy responsibilities is like wearing shackles, and he can't do it.

Who is left?

The unlucky ghost chosen by heaven, no, the lucky one chosen by heaven, Junior Brother Chang is also.

207.

Everyone seems to be in awe of this ruthless sword. After all, it is a handed down sword move of the ruthless sword sect. Can you give it some respect!

The more others avoid it, the more it arouses my curiosity.

I approached my father and told him that I want to see the art of ruthlessness.

The tone seemed to be talking about what to eat tonight.

My dad slapped me on the forehead.

I was beaten.

"What's going on in your head!"

I was very sincere: "Just try it, if it doesn't work, I'll give up right away. Are you still worried that I'm going to make a fool of myself?"

"Is this how you ruined the sword manual handed down by your ancestors?"

I:"……"

In my father's eyes, no matter what I want to do, it all comes down to not seeking to make progress and being a fool.

But I'm not vegetarian either.

I don't know the other side, but I have perfected the kung fu of soft grinding and toughness.

My father repeatedly told me: "Cultivating this ruthless sword depends on your own good fortune. I don't have the ability to teach you. You can take it back and practice the ruthless art. If you can't find the way, you can give up."

I nodded like a pounding garlic.

208.

The word Wu is nothing more than a contest and balance between strength and speed.

The second is to control the overall situation.

With a belly full of curiosity, I hid the ruthless formula in my sleeve and walked back to the room briskly.

Spread it out.

It doesn't seem to be anything special.

At the beginning of all things, the avenue is simple, and it evolves to complex.

This seven-level state of Ruthless Art is exactly the same as the most basic body training method.

Why can't I find the way?

I flipped through a few pages and found it boring, so I closed the book and tried to cultivate the first level.

Ruthless Sword Sect's body training exercises are as numerous as a cow's hair. I have followed my father's wishes since I was a child, and have memorized a lot of mental methods, and used different sword moves in combination.

But when I honestly operated my internal power according to the Wuqing Jue, the rest of the exercises engraved in my bones all offset it in an instant, and I couldn't use anything.

At this moment, the tyrannical and overbearing of the ruthless art can be regarded as the resolution.

If you practice it, all other exercises will become a passing cloud.

I was so scared that I quickly adjusted my breath and got up.

I have to think about it carefully.

209.

This thing was planted in my heart.

I am most afraid of making choices, and I have been wavering for several days on the matter of practicing Wuqing Jue.

The internal strength of the third senior brother has almost recovered after being dragged down.

He felt guilty, and took the initiative to take over the chores that my father had originally entrusted to the disciples of the outer sect.

The third senior brother went down the mountain in a few days, and it will take at least a month or two to come back.

In the past half a year, the days when I can see him are few and far between. It's funny to say, in my previous life, I thought the third senior brother was taciturn, not as clever as Xie Ling, and he could play with me, so he wasn't close to him.

In this life, she followed behind him like a puppy guarding her food, thinking about him even when she couldn't see him.

Maybe this is luck.

The third senior brother left for several days, my father thought of me when he had nothing to do, and called me to inquire about the progress of his cultivation.

I:"……"

He didn't mean to provoke me in the slightest, but the hesitation in my heart reached its peak at this moment.

My father shook his head and smiled, and stretched out his hand: "Give it back to me."

I blinked and made a decision between breaths: "Father, can you promise me one thing?"

"You say so."

"Can I practice the Ruthless Jue secretly? Don't tell my mother and other senior brothers."

"Why?"

Why else!

Of course, I was afraid that if I gave up halfway, I would lose my identity too much, and make others see the joke, and I would also lose face as the suzerain.

Because I was practicing right under his nose in Cuifeng Mountain, even if something went wrong, he would be able to rush over for treatment in time.

My dad agreed.