Flying Clouds in Another World

Xu Weiying walked him out the door, looking at Qi Xunyu's receding figure, and made a decision in his heart:

The Qi family is a family with a history of more than a thousand years, which is not comparable to the Anping Liu family. Qi Xunyu himself is one of the youngest cultivators in the sect, with unlimited prospects, and is certainly not comparable to the Liu the Butcher who is over fifty years old.

As for going against the Liu family and being used by Qi Xunyu, it was nothing! Being used was okay, it showed that he was still valuable in Qi Xunyu's eyes. Being used by a royal family like Qi Xunyu was a blessing! What's more, the two brothers had already offended the Liu family. Why should they be afraid of adding new hatred to old hatreds?

No matter what, I must seize the opportunity this time and hold on to Qi Xunyu and the Qi family's big, thick legs.

Xu Weiying's eyes gradually revealed a deep gleam: Liu family! Let's wait and see!

In a blink of an eye, the opening of the Miyun Sect finally arrived. The Miyun Sect opens its gates every three years to welcome visitors from all directions. The opening period lasts for ten days. The first five days are for the sect competition. All Miyun Sect martial artists, whether from the sect branch or the outer sect branch, can sign up to participate as long as their cultivation reaches the cultivator level. After the five-day competition, there will be a two-day talent conference, at which the court and various forces will recruit talents for their own use. The last three days are for the sect entry test, and the Miyun Sect will select and recruit new people to join the sect.

Liu Feiyun watched the fights on the stage and thought: Isn't this just a talent show, a job fair, and an entrance exam in another world? And he is a candidate who wants to be admitted to the top class of the Miyun Sect's martial arts school.

As far as he knew, the martial artists in this world were divided into ten realms according to their cultivation level, from low to high: beginner, apprentice, cultivator, master, master, lord, king, emperor, patriarch, and saint. Each realm was further divided into ten levels.

The level of cultivation is determined by the amount of vital energy stored in the body, which is obtained by absorbing the spiritual energy from the heaven and earth or from the crystal through certain exercises. No matter which exercise method is used, it is impossible to refine all the spiritual energy absorbed from the outside world into vital energy. A considerable amount of spiritual energy is absorbed by the human body, which in turn affects certain organs or tissues of the human body, and improves or reduces one or several functions of the human body. This is the essence of refining the spirit and gathering the essence, and practicing strong martial arts.

Of course, a high level of cultivation does not necessarily mean strong combat power. The level of cultivation is like the level of education, the amount of knowledge or wealth mastered; and the level of combat power is like the ability to use knowledge or wealth, and the amount of influence that can be caused on the outside world.

The speed at which a person's cultivation level improves is determined by the quality of his martial arts talent and whether he can obtain sufficient or even high-quality resources. Of course, personal effort or not is also a factor in determining whether he has a good martial arts talent.

Being able to endure the hardships of practicing martial arts is also an important factor.

"It seems that no matter which world we are in, the essence of some things is the same!" Liu Feiyun felt mixed emotions in his heart and couldn't tell what it felt like for a moment.

Beside him, Liu Qianqian, Liu Shihu and several guards were watching with great interest, commenting from time to time. Especially Liu Qianqian and Liu Shihu, one was busy selecting suitable talents, and the other was obsessed with understanding the mysteries of martial arts.

Liu Feiyun stared blankly at the young martial artists brandishing swords and spears, swinging swords and hammers, pushing palms and elbows, punching and kicking. He felt very uncomfortable:

Others embark on the path of martial arts to support their families, to show their talents, to help the weak, to be free, to seek wealth and glory, or to seek the ultimate in martial arts. But I just want to prolong my life so that I can live to adulthood, marry and have children, and continue the family line. How helpless! How sad! We are all traversers, why am I so unlucky! I really bring shame to the vast majority of traversers!

Liu Feiyun was daydreaming when Liu Qianqian suddenly grabbed his hand and walked quickly towards a woman.

"Disciple Liu Qianqian pays homage to Uncle Ge!" Liu Qianqian walked up to the woman and performed a great ceremony, a gesture of respect among martial artists for a younger generation to pay homage to an elder.

Liu Feiyun saw that the woman was obviously not young, at least over 40 if not 50. Next to her, a little girl of the same age as him was shyly hiding behind her, obviously afraid of meeting strangers.

Liu Feiyun followed suit and saluted the woman surnamed Ge. The woman surnamed Ge was watching the fight on the ring. When she heard Liu Qianqian's voice, she turned around and said with a smile, "I was wondering who it was! It turned out to be Qianqian! Why, what are you doing in the Miyun Sect? I heard from your master that you are going to the imperial capital soon? Hey! Who is this child?"

Liu Qianqian replied respectfully: "Master, I am going to the imperial capital Changluo and I came to Miyun Sect on the way. One reason is to send my brother to the sect to become a disciple and the other is to recruit some people for my family. I wonder if Master is doing well? This is my brother Liu Feiyun!"

"I see. It's rare that you still have me in your heart. Your master has accepted a good disciple. Oh! This is your younger brother! The little guy is very handsome! Come! Tell me, how old are you this year?" The woman surnamed Ge asked with a smile on her face, looking at Liu Feiyun again.

Liu Feiyun quickly replied: "Your Majesty, I am eleven years old this year!"

"Eleven years old! I can't believe you're actually one year older than my Qing'er. I thought you were only eight or nine years old! Come on Qing'er, meet this little brother!"

After hearing what the woman surnamed Ge said, Liu Feiyun felt a little aggrieved: This was all caused by that strange disease, which not only shortened his lifespan, but also made his growth and development much slower than most children. What a helpless fate!

At this time, the little girl poked her head out from behind the woman surnamed Ge and looked at Liu Qianqian and her group curiously.

Liu Feiyun didn't pay attention to the little girl at first, but now she kept looking at him and the others. He could see her cute little face clearly, and he couldn't help but feel shocked: How could it be her! How is this possible! Could it be that she also traveled through time and space and was reborn into this world?

Liu Feiyun stared at that innocent and shy little face, and the floodgates of his past life memories instantly opened:

Back then, he was just an orphan before he traveled through time. His parents had both passed away before he could remember anything. His old grandfather raised him until he was nine years old, when he also passed away. Later, he survived tenaciously with the help of many kind-hearted people in the village, but few people knew the bitterness and pain he had gone through.

In this way, as the days passed, he gradually adapted to the lonely and hard life, and lived and grew tenaciously.

It wasn't until she was eleven years old that she broke into his world and influenced his life.