Chapter 50

Muyu lies comfortably on the bed, and the spacious and bright accommodation provided by Qingsong sect is much better than Muyu's broken nest in the falling dust sect.

Chengyan made a pot of tea, poured it to his master, and then poured himself a cup. He looked up and asked, "do you want Muyu to taste the tea of Qingsong sect?"

"I don't want anything that bad to drink."

Mu Yu laughs. He doesn't understand what tea is good for. Tea in his mouth was like gargling water, and he would be down after two grunts. Besides the bitter taste, it was better than uncle Ann's soup. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to drink tea.

"Tasting tea can make people calm. The way of tea has a long history, which means that the bitter is sweet. The taste of tea lies not in its taste, but in its heart, which is regular and mellow in taste Feng HaoChen smiles. It seems too early to talk about tea with a teenager whose mind is not yet mature.

Mu Yu touched his head: "it's too deep, not suitable for me."

Chengyan shook his head helplessly and sat down in front of the master. Muyu remembered that there was no one from the falling dust sect to take part in the contest every year. However, he thought that since he had come, he was also curious. He asked, "master, can I attend the contest tomorrow?"

"If you want to go, it doesn't matter. It's good to have a long insight." The wind is vast and the dust is nodding.

"Great, master. How can they compare? Wendou? Fighting? Is there a complete range of civil and military skills Muyu rubbed his hands. After spending a long time with his master, Mu Yu felt that he was also a young man of literature and art. He was full of love for life. Occasionally, he could recite a poem or two about "the setting sun is infinitely good and the birds are singing everywhere".

"Tell him, if you will."

He said, "it's ok if you want to join. The rules are very simple. Each of the 20 sects will send one person to compete with the other 19 sects and compete with each other. Seven people are allowed to participate in a sect, and one of them will be selected in each competition. That is to say, the seven players will have to play a total of 19 games. They will be ranked according to the number of games they win. If the two schools win the same games, the two sects will compete again. "

"Elder martial brother, will you come with me? We can set up a "chengmu Yanyu" combination. Maybe the first one is ours. " Mu Yu asked eagerly.

Chengyan was dumbfounded and then shook his head: "for the sake of fairness, all the participants are young disciples, no more than 25 years old, and their accomplishments are limited to the foundation period. Although I have hidden my accomplishments now, they don't realize it. But as long as I make a move, I can't hide it from other golden elixir elders. If you want to participate, you have to fight 19 games with 19 sects. There are seven people in other sects who can be rotated, so you can't stop

Muyu's smile froze. After a while, he said gloomily: "it's really time to call linger and south."

"You don't need to win anyway. You can choose a few schools to fight, and the others will be fine." Chengyan said indifferently.

"What are the accomplishments of the 25-year-old disciples of other sects?" Muyu thinks that he can pick a few soft bones to fight, which can save more effort.

Cheng Yan thought for a moment and said, "generally speaking, there is no problem for two or three disciples of the Qingsong sect who have reached the jiuchongtian level at the age of twenty-five. There must be disciples of the first few schools who have built the foundation of jiuchongtian. The last few are relatively weak. Even those who have just entered the foundation period also have those who have just entered the foundation period. It is not impossible for them to practice Qi. Like the Qiantian sect, one of the four is practicing Qi and jiuchongtian. "

"Elder martial brother, are you 20 years old today?" Mu Yu suddenly stares at Chengyan.

Cheng Yan shrugged his shoulders. Mu Yu rolled his eyes. He didn't feel anything in the sect before. Even if the elder martial brother reached the golden elixir before he was 20, it seemed to be a matter of course. But it was very abnormal to put it in the realm of cultivation. At the age of 20, Jindan period, where would anyone believe him? He also thought that he was only 17 years old to the south. He had already built the foundation of jiuchongtian, and linger was 16 years old. It was not right to go out.

"Elder martial brother, are you catching up with Uncle an Mu Yu asked curiously. Chengyan didn't say anything about his accomplishments. He didn't know about the real accomplishments of Uncle an and master. He only knew that the three of them were in the golden elixir period.

Chengyan smile: "you can have to refuel, South and ling'er, they are about to break through to the golden elixir period, and then they will send you."

"What do you want me to do? Will the six of us summon the Dragon when we reach the golden age? That's not another one. "

Muyu remembers the story that the village head told him when he was a child that the seven swords call the dragon and the eight immortals cross the sea. Now he is only building a foundation for the four heavens. Maybe he is just more powerful than the two troublemakers. Then he thought, if you add that mysterious second elder martial brother, there will be exactly seven.

"If you meet Qiantian sect, you can abstain. Taoist Boyang is a good man. He helped me once a few years ago. We don't care about winning or losing. People care about it." Wind Hao dust said.

Mu Yu nodded, and there was no comment on it. The qualifications of the disciples of Qiantian sect are not as good as those of other sects, and the annual enrollment is not satisfactory. If you win them, you will only make them worse. They only brought four people this time, one of whom is still in Qi training period. This kind of lineup is not very optimistic. Since the master said so, there is nothing to worry about.So far, he has only met a few of them to compete with others in the foundation period. However, three months ago, when he was still building the triple heaven, he nearly killed Li Yuan of jiuchongtian by relying on a strange state. He was always curious why he was out of control. He didn't tell anyone, including master, that he didn't like that state and didn't want to enter that state again.

It's still early in the day. When you come to this heroic sect, you have to visit at least. Muyu, with the approval of her master, runs out happily. In front of the courtyard is a small forest. It seems to be the place where the disciples of Qingsong sect live. Muyu doesn't want to go there. He turns to the side. He remembers that when he came back just now, there was a unique red pagoda. I don't know what it is for.

The pagoda is ancient and elegant, with an atmosphere of simplicity, which makes people feel solemn. There is a plaque on the tower, which is engraved with three gold inlaid characters of "library". Muyu doesn't know what the library means. Can't you read in this school? When he still wanted to move forward, he was stopped by two disciples of Qingsong sect.

"This is the forbidden area of Qingsong sect. Outsiders are not allowed to enter." The disciple of Qingsong sect said with arrogance that he felt Mu Yu's accomplishments in the Qi training period. His eyes showed a trace of disdain and obviously looked down on Mu Yu. In fact, the disciples of Qingsong sect have a sense of superiority towards other sects, which is inevitable.

Muyu turned his lips and walked back. As he walked, he murmured: "what's good to hide? Do you want to keep small yellow books? The village head grandfather said that kind of books are harmful to the mental health! "

Muyu doesn't know that this library is the place where the Qingsong sect cultivates the Zhenfa. Only the disciples of the Qingsong sect can read it. In fact, every sect has more or less similar places. Maybe, except for the humble falling dust sect, he doesn't know that the meaning of the library is justifiable.

Muyu was kicking a stone, thinking about where to go, when he suddenly saw a young man sitting on a stone chair under the tree, with a cloth in his hand, gently wiping the iron sword in his hand.

Mu Yu naturally knows that the disciple of Qiantian sect, who carries the magic weapon on his body and does not put it into the heaven and earth bag, is curious about him. He looked very indifferent. Just now Taoist Boyang asked his disciples to follow his words when they went out. Everyone answered, but he was indifferent.

"Hello, my name is mu Yu." Muyu sat opposite him, across a stone table, looking at the sword in his hand. It's just an ordinary iron sword. It's black, with a wide back. It looks very heavy.

"Qiantian school, isolated from heaven." The young man looked up at Muyu and recognized Muyu. He didn't show any emotion. He just replied faintly.

Indifferent character, let Mu yu think of an shuna facial paralysis, do not know whether this youth is also facial paralysis. Mu Yu continued to ask, "why don't you put away this magic weapon and carry it on your body?"

"It's not a magic weapon, it's just a common sword." Gu Yi Tian still wipes his sword.

Muyu blinked his eyes. The cultivators, whether they were flying swords or other magic weapons, were made of precious materials. Where would ordinary iron swords be liked by the practitioners?

"How do you fly?" Muyu couldn't help asking.

Gu Yitian didn't answer Mu Yu positively, but suddenly asked, "the man named Chengyan, will he come to participate in the competition tomorrow?"

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment. How did he suddenly pull him to the elder martial brother?

"Why? Do you want to practice with him? " Muyu said with a smile that Chengyan's accomplishments could not be compared with that of the youth.

"He's just challenging, I think." Gu Yitian slowly wrapped the sword with cloth.

Muyu spread out his hands and said, "well, I'm afraid you won't be satisfied. It doesn't matter if we compare our schools. So he doesn't intend to participate. But I will. Maybe we can have a discussion."

Gu Yi Tian looked at Mu Yu: "my goal is not you, but those talented disciples. We are all gray disciples, and there is nothing to learn from."

At the end of the day, all the disciples of the last sect were not qualified. Taoist Boyang didn't have a large number of disciples when he recruited them. So he picked him out as a grey disciple. He thought that the last disciple of the falling dust sect must be worse than them.

Muyu said in surprise, "are you also a grey disciple? You've been elected. It's too much. Why didn't I look up to you? I'm not ugly either

Having said this, he found that he had some regrets. If no one looked up to him, where would he have met his master? He had always been grateful to his master. He quickly Pooh a moment, cut off the idea just now.

Gu Yi Tian doesn't understand: "Why are you here

"I'm kidding. I think you're good at cultivation. Are you really a grey disciple?" Mu Yu asked. It's very difficult for grey disciples to achieve anything. Otherwise, the Deacon will not be used as the servant of other sects all his life.

"Talent doesn't mean anything. Have you ever heard of physical training?" he said

Mu Yu's eyes widened. His master once told him that some people in the practice world would choose physical training because of their poor aptitude. Physical training is a very painful process, because they want to let their bodies constantly break through the limit and regenerate in pain. Physical training is not a great perseverance, they can not try, they are very cruel to themselves, every time practice will be scarred. Unlike normal practitioners, they can fight with people with spiritual power. They all rely on their strong physical bodies. When the physical training reaches an incredible level, their bodies will have a qualitative leap, and their strength will not lose to other practitioners. Depending on their strong physique, the power they create can be impressive.Many people in the practice world will try to take the path of physical cultivation, but many people give up. The process of life is not like death makes it difficult for people to stick to it, and those who can persist may not succeed. This road is too hard.

"Are you a physique?" Mu Yu asked.

Gu Yitian put the sword on the stone table, and the stone table suddenly tilted. He gently held it in his hand and steadied it: "the sword weighs 500 Jin. Naturally, I have to carry it on my body. I don't have enough spiritual power. I don't have the heaven and earth in my sleeve."

Muyu opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say. He admired the people who practiced physical training, but it was very difficult for them to succeed in physical training. They wanted to cultivate Taoism, and their congenital conditions were defective, so they had to go this way. He must have a firm will, otherwise he would not choose physical cultivation.

"I'm very curious about your elder martial brother. He's not much older than me. His accomplishments look extraordinary. I'll ask him for advice when I have a chance."

Gu Yitian picks up the sword, then stands up and turns away.

Muyu is looking forward to tomorrow's competition. He wants to see the strength of the body repair.

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