How to make the white lotus surrender

Langyu Peak is indeed very big, but this is the world of comprehension, the original owner is still a sword cultivator, even if the spiritual power is sealed, the physical strength is still acceptable.

Yu Deng still feels full after running three laps, and he can even do another hundred laps!

But soon, he discovered something was wrong.

After the third lap, Yu Deng felt like he was carrying an extra stone every time he ran an extra lap.

By lap No.15, he could no longer maintain a relaxed state.

Yu Deng wiped the fine sweat from his head, his face was rosy, and his breathing became heavy.

He scolded his mother in his heart, even if he added a stone to the load every lap, then every stone couldn't be heavier than the previous one!

Yu Deng adjusted his breathing, and the speed behind him slowed down, but even so, his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and even his breathing felt like a knife was going straight to his throat.

Lang Yufeng doesn't have many disciples, and Yu Deng doesn't often meet many disciples on weekdays, but the punishment of direct disciples like Yu Deng is quite attractive. Yu Deng can even feel the eyes of gossip on his own. body.

Some small conversations were also faintly carried by the wind.

"Senior Brother Yu, what's wrong?"

"Not sure, but it seems that he just came down from Zeyu Xianjun."

"It seems that Senior Brother Yu still hasn't given up, but Immortal Zeyu can't think about it. I guess Senior Brother Yu is being stimulated and venting again."

"No, why do I seem to have heard that Senior Brother Yu once said that he no longer loves Immortal Zeyu, saying that he likes Senior Sister Zhu and Senior Brother Xie from Hua Qingfeng."

"I've heard about it too, but Senior Brother Yu doesn't look like he's letting go..."

Yu Deng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, he was obviously punished by his master to run away, how could these people think so nonsense!

Yu Deng was out of breath, and when he ran down the last lap, his eyes turned black, and he almost didn't pass.

The boy in the apricot-colored shirt managed to hold his breath, his whole face was flushed brightly, sweat made the hair on his forehead stick to his cheeks, his lips were a little chapped, and the side of his neck was slightly sweaty and pink and slightly bulging. With blue veins, the whole person looked very embarrassed, and the hand that opened the door was shaking.

"...Master, the disciple is back."

Immortal Zeyu raised his eyelids lightly. This immortal's eyelashes are all in a cold gray tone, and his whole face has a cold feeling like ice jade.

He let out an 'hmm' and put down the scroll in his hand.

Zhu Zhi's thick and slender eyelashes trembled a few times in front of the chopping board on the other side, and he stared at the embarrassed young man in the hall with his dark eyes, the mist rising from the bottom of his eyes, with a kind of hazy and unreal pity.

Yu Deng's thoughts seemed to be blocked at this moment, and for the first time, his eyes boldly looked directly at the superior Zeyu Xianjun.

Immortal Zeyu looked at him with silver gray eyes, and said slowly: "If that's the case, then swing the sword two hundred times."

For a moment, Yu Deng's eyes were going to be red. He was very tired. In modern society, he had already graduated a few years ago. Where did he do such high-intensity and inhuman training, he also felt a feeling of grievance in his heart.

After all, he is just an outsider, he does not belong to this world at all.

Even if Yu Deng comforts himself, since he is here, he will live a good life, but he is a person, and he will be wronged and sad if he is accused of unnecessary crimes, ridiculed, and punished.

He lowered his head and tried his best to control himself. Fortunately, emotions come and go quickly.

It's just that the end of the young man's eyes still has a bit of water vapor, his eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and his fair face is a bit fragile, like a crystal stone that is about to be smashed.

Yu Deng didn't say anything to resist, he stretched out his right hand obediently, and recited the sword formula in his mouth, a silver long sword appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

This is Yu Deng's natal sword, the grade is not enough in the eyes of the boss, but his current level of use is really good.

Yu Deng adjusted his breathing, and began to swing his sword according to the experience he had learned these days.

The arm is still a little soft, and the wrist bones can't even lift it.

Yu Deng gritted his teeth, held back the soreness, and swung the sword skillfully.

Zeyu Xianjun has unlocked his spiritual power, and Yu Deng can feel that as the number of times he swings the sword increases, the difficult feeling at the beginning has unconsciously disappeared.

Tired is still tired, but there is no such feeling of suffocation.

Yu Deng focused on the sword in his hand, submerged in it unknowingly.

Some fragmentary memories came to his mind, and a cool voice sounded beside his ear: "Look at your sword, when you hold it, you are one."

There is also particularity in swinging the sword. Even the peerless sword manual is a fusion of one-style sword moves, and swinging the sword is the foundation of everything.

Zeyu Xianjun's sect is famous for Zhou Tian swordsmanship. The characteristics of Zhou Tian's swordsmanship are that the small is transformed into the large, the subtlety is seen in the subtle, and the combination of hardness and softness is very common.

When Yu Deng entered the state, he had an illusion that he should be like this, where is the original owner, where is the original work, at this time he is Yu Deng.

The sword moves with the heart, and it takes only an instant to swing the sword.

As the last move was memorized, Yu Deng subconsciously turned his hand and put the sword behind his back. The young swordsman's back was straight, and the black belt was slightly tight, making the side of his waist appear slender, but not Can make people feel weak and powerless.

Yu Deng lowered his head, his mandible cast some shadows, his face no longer had the previous sense of fragility, as if the previous embarrassment was a phantom.

This kind of Yu Deng is completely different from the previous one who only smiled and followed Zeyu Xianjun with a dead face, like a gem covered in dust finally revealing its own brilliance.

The air in the hall seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and Immortal Zeyu nodded his head: "Compared to the last time, it seems that comprehension has improved, and still needs to be improved. In this way, I can rest assured about entering the secret realm."

Zhu Zhi also said with a slight smile: "Young brother has made a lot of progress. During this period of time, he should have practiced hard. Given time, he will become extraordinary."

Yu Deng hadn't heard much about Zhu Zhi's compliments, and thought about why the senior sister even praised others with a spring breeze, and her voice sounded like a warm and soft little girl. It almost made him forget that the senior sister is a leader.

Yu Deng coughed dryly, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Senior sister is exaggerating, how can it be so powerful, I still feel a lot of shortcomings in this practice."

Zhu Zhi bent his lips, and there was a warm smile in his black eyes, and then he seemed to think for a while: "If you don't dislike it, you can practice with me. If there are things you don't understand, I will help you a lot."

Yu Deng was really embarrassed. Although the elder sister said that she had a real white lotus personality, he was not good, so he always disturbed her just because she was easy-going and kind.

Speaking of which, he saw Zhu Zhi several times, no matter who asked Zhu Zhi for help, or even begged Zhu Zhi to accept a gift expressing his heart, the gentle Senior Sister Bai Lian seemed to never refuse.

Zhu Zhi always smiles gently and warmly, and solves problems for others. Even though he is really in a difficult situation sometimes, he never refuses.

Such a person is easy to suffer, Yu Deng thought, don't senior sisters have a temper?

Even if it is a white lotus, it can't help the world with kindness.

Yu Deng wanted to refuse, but Zeyu Xianjun, who was seated above, said: "The small secret realm of the heavens is about to open, so you can practice with your senior sister for a while, and if you have any questions, you can enter the hall with your senior sister and ask the deity."

After all, Immortal Zeyu is a big boss, and when he opened his mouth, he felt full of coercion and could not be resisted. Yu Deng looked at Zhu Zhi again, making sure that there was no rejection before responding respectfully.

Out of the Langyu Hall, Yu Deng relaxed, his brows stretched, and his shoulders slumped a bit. He rubbed the tip of his nose and said to the tall and slim Zhu Zhi beside him: "Senior Sister, do you feel tired?"

Zhu Zhi paused, lowered his brows like smoke, and looked down at Yu Deng: "Why did you say that?"

Yu Deng tilted his head and chatted in a relaxed manner: "Senior sister always cares about others, and she seems to never refuse anyone's request."

Yu Deng put down his hand, his dark eyes were serious: "Senior sister, I know that everyone has a different way of dealing with the world, but everything should not be premised on sacrificing yourself."

"Senior sister obviously doesn't like other people's approaching and entanglement, and she will be tired of the affairs entrusted by the brothers, why don't you try to refuse once?"

Yu Deng is not a careful person, but he can feel a bit from the actions and shirks that the senior sister subconsciously avoids when getting along with others.

Zhu Zhi stared at Yu Deng with dark eyes for a few seconds, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, the breeze wrapped around his hair, and the hem of his white skirt rippled. His voice was soft and warm: "I may be hesitant to others, but I would like to practice with you."

The soft voice is indistinguishable from male and female, and the owner of the voice has beautiful eyes like autumn water, just watching Yu Deng calmly.

For a moment, Yu Deng actually had the illusion that his heart was missing a beat.

He seemed to be able to read the meaning from Zhu Zhi's slightly curved eyes, because he was a junior, so he was willing.

This must be an illusion, Yu Deng thought.

The lethality of the white lotus is too great, no wonder the immortal master will fall.

But you have to figure it out, just before, they were rivals in love!

Seeing that Yu Deng was silent, Zhu Zhi's soft voice was tinged with disappointment: "It turns out that Junior Brother doesn't want to practice with me..."

Yu Deng was shocked suddenly: "How is it possible!"

He realized that he might have made his senior sister angry, and his fair face blushed: "No, senior sister, I was just worried that I would trouble you. You are so busy and my progress in cultivation is slow, so it will definitely delay you."

Zhu Zhi's gaze paused for a while on the young man's blushing face, and he bent his lips and said, "No, my practice has always been simple and easy, and I can't be delayed by my junior brother's affairs."

Yu Deng was choked for a while, but it is true after thinking about it, Zhu Zhi's talent is extremely high, he is a rare water spirit root, and he is so quick and transparent in practicing sword arts. It's worth the delay.

However, these words are a bit like Versailles in modern times. The sensitive ones are like the original owner, and they will explode immediately when they hear these words.