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The face of the teaching elder was so gloomy that water dripped out, he roared in silence, almost gnashed his teeth and asked Zhong Weiwan: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Weiwan: "Are you preparing to unleash your sword?"

The lecturer was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, as if he wanted to knock the scabbard on his head: "I taught you that!??"

Zhong Weiwan really didn't remember how the other party taught him, just like his previous self-knowledge judgment, his talent in kendo is really not good - it can even be said to be very bad.

What's more, he didn't pay attention to listening and watching, so he didn't take it into his mind. Now, he will look a little nondescript now.

"Sorry, I'm rather stupid." Zhong Weiwan said in a low voice, "I hope Teacher will forgive me."

"..." The teacher was speechless for a while. He didn't expect the child to admit it so frankly. He couldn't teach him any more, otherwise he would seem a little too harsh.

He was silent for a few breaths, waved his hands and said: "Forget it, as the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. You'd better pay attention to yourself, and don't fall on the starting line."

He glanced at Zhong Weiwan, paused for a moment, and suddenly changed his words: "But this reminded me, as the saying goes, hard work can make up for weakness, you two have a competition, and the loser can practice the basic sword skills on his own. Five hundred times, don't leave class until you finish practicing!"

Zhong Weiwan: "..."

Zhong Weiwan: "How many times?"

His opponent was also dumbfounded, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

A set of basic swordsmanship includes 25 moves, if it is done [-] times, I am afraid that the whole person will be paralyzed on the ground and unable to move?

The lecture elder saw the astonishment in the eyes of the two of them clearly, and was very satisfied, and signaled them to take their places quickly: "Listen to my password, and the official start will begin after counting to one."

"three……"

The young man standing opposite Zhong Weiwan shuddered, immediately put away all distracting thoughts and adjusted his breathing.

Although he has just started practicing, due to his high talent and aptitude, he has already begun to gather a small amount of heaven and earth aura and wrap it on the surface of the sword, so as to widen the attack range and enhance the sharpness.

"two……"

The young man fixed his eyes on Zhong Weiwan, trying to find the flaws, and then found that the opponent's whole body was full of flaws, his whole body seemed to be wide open, and it seemed that he could easily control several key vital points.

But he was a little uneasy.

Because Zhong Weiwan's eyes were much more serious than before, revealing a determination to win, and... a resolute resistance to the five hundred basic sword techniques.

The boy clenched the wooden sword in his hand.

"one!"

The young man drew his sword instantly, his figure was nimble and imposing like a rainbow, and when he sprinted rapidly, there was even a faint sound of piercing through the air.

Zhong Weiwan was able to capture his movements, but had a premonition that if he was approached, he might not be able to catch the sword fast enough.

He retreated decisively, and at the same time threw the wooden sword in his hand.

Under the clear sky, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the sky and the earth were full of howling sounds. Most of the people present were fascinated by the wind, sand and grass clippings, and couldn't open their eyes.

The young man in the arena was the first to bear the brunt. He hadn't experienced marrow cleansing, and he didn't have spiritual energy to protect his body. He was hit by the wind and sand, so he had to stop the movement of the sword. He stood in place with his arms covering his eyes, and looked around through the gap.

The wind came and went quickly.

When everything stopped, the boy found something touching the back of his neck.

The oppressive feeling is as straight as a line, but it is not very sharp, and even has a deliberately polished smoothness... The young man suddenly realized something, and then heard a slight landing sound.

He turned his head and looked, and he really saw a wooden sword that was exactly the same as the one he was holding on the grass.

But Zhong Weiwan's hand was empty, it seemed self-evident who this wooden sword belonged to.

Zhong Weiwan asked aloud: "Is this my victory?"

There was no sound in the valley.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, most of them didn't understand what happened.

Occasionally, a few people with good eyes actually saw the scene where Zhong Weiwan's wooden sword fell to the back of the boy's neck. Generally speaking, this should belong to the key point of control, to distinguish the superior...

But is this really a coincidence?

How could he say so brazenly that he won?

The teaching elder frowned, he was already in the fifth level, and he could see it more clearly than these new second-generation disciples.

Because of this, he was sure that the strong wind did not blow for no reason, but was driven by some kind of spiritual power.But this kid doesn't seem to have any cultivation base, and the location of the wooden sword just now is too coincidental...

"What magic weapon did you use?" He asked in a deep voice.

Zhong Weiwan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

The elder who taught the class didn't believe it, and his tone was very severe: "The purpose of this competition is to let you apply what you have learned in practice. If you have to opportunistically use external forces, you might as well not compete."

Zhong Weiwan's eyes lighted up slightly: "Is it okay?" It seemed that he didn't notice the reprimand in the other party's words at all.

Lecture elder: "..."

The elder who taught the class frowned tightly, thinking that a child is too good to be taught!Several sword-holding elders also said that this guy is a genius in cultivating Taoism. How can he become a talent with such a mind?

"It's up to you!" He didn't look any further, and instead ordered another tall and thin young man to be the boy's opponent.

Zhong Weiwan felt relieved, and returned to his position surrounded by strange eyes, without any embarrassment.

Huo Xishan immediately poked his head over and asked in a low voice: "What happened just now? The wooden sword was clearly in your hand just a moment ago, why did you go around behind that guy in a blink of an eye?"

Several people around heard it faintly, and they all pricked up their ears calmly, all of them were a little curious.

Zhong Weiwan thought for a while and replied: "Maybe it's because the wind is more noisy today."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone thought to themselves, where is the hustle and bustle, they have all become monsters!

Not long after, the second competition also ended.

There was not much joy on the victorious young man's face, as if he was still brooding over the turbulent gale just now and his inexplicable defeat.

Of course, in comparison, the face of the loser is more depressed and gloomy, because he will be greeted by five hundred basic sword techniques.

When passing by Zhong Weiwan, the tall man stopped and gave Zhong Weiwan a hard look.

In his opinion, if it wasn't for Zhong Weiwan's shameless opportunism, he would not have been called to replace him, and he would have suffered five hundred times of practice without even mentioning his embarrassment.

Zhong Weiwan sensed his gaze, but didn't realize the reason for the strong emotion contained in it for a moment, and returned a puzzled look.

The tall man: "Thank you for your good work!"

Zhong Weiwan wasn't sure what good deed he had done, but he still replied out of politeness: "...you're welcome?"

"You!!!" The tall man was so annoyed by these four words that he felt that Zhong Weiwan was deliberately provoking him.

However, the teaching elder was still here, and he couldn't do anything, so he could only turn around and leave with a dark face.

*****

After listening to the lecture elder's report, Mo Chengshu's expression was a little subtle.

This veteran who has been in Wanjian Mountain for more than [-] years and has educated countless beginner disciples has a very bad opinion of Zhong Weiwan, thinking that Zhong Weiwan does not think about making progress and relies on foreign things. The future is unimaginable.

Mo Chengshu also thought of Zhong Weiwan's insistence on being a teacher of Wen Xiayan at the beginning, did he also think that he could practice less in schoolwork?

"...I see. Elder, let's get busy first." He said, "I will pass this matter on to Junior Sister Wen and ask her to teach her more."

Who would have thought that it was a coincidence that Wen Xiayan walked in through the main entrance just after his words fell.The splendid cloud dress she was wearing was stained with all kinds of stains, but she didn't care about it, and her face was full of smug smiles.

"Senior brother, I succeeded!"

Mo Chengshu was surprised: "It's really done!?"

Wen Xiayan took out something from the Qiankun in her sleeve and placed it gently on the table.

As the thing unfolded, countless stars rose slowly, interweaving into a huge picture scroll in the air.

Mo Chengshu stared blankly for a while, his expression changed several times, and finally sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Junior Sister is indeed a genius."

Wen Xiayan raised her eyebrows: "It's only natural!"

Mo Chengshu withdrew his gaze, and said, "There is another matter, maybe I need to ask my junior sister."

Wen Xiayan: "Brother, just open your mouth."

Mo Chengshu: "It's about Zhong San... According to the teaching elders, he is slack in his studies. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a talent for cultivation is a genius. It would be a pity to waste it. I hope that my junior sister can give me more guidance and admonishment." .”

"Persuading students? Of course there is no problem, but..." Wen Xiayan paused and asked in confusion, "Who is Zhong San?"

Mo Chengshu: "..."

*****

Zhong Weiwan didn't know that his performance in class had already been passed on to the current nominal master, who frowned when he heard this, and planned to find a day to bring his apprentice to have a long talk.

At this time, he was by the river, looking at the last ray of light in the sky that was gradually darkening, and lit the cloud lamp in his palm.

This is a traditional activity during the Cangyun Sword Appreciation period. Cloud lanterns enshrine thoughts and can bring thoughts and blessings to the deceased, praying for the other party to go well on the road of reincarnation.

Jiang Lin watched him put the cloud lantern into the river, and asked casually, "Who is Brother Zhong commemorating?"

Zhong Weiwan: "An important friend."

The note with the name of the deceased burned in the wick flame, and soon only carbon black debris remained, but with Jiang Lin's eyesight, he could see it clearly before it burned.

——Ouyang Haoyuan.

Jiang Lin's eyes dimmed. For some reason, he thought of the dead man who was treasured in the ice coffin on the top of Jianfeng Peak, and he was inexplicably unhappy.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered a divine sense.

The spiritual consciousness spread silently, covering all the peaks with a radius of hundreds of miles - such a wide coverage area must belong to the half-step ascendant.

As for the half-step ascendant on Wanjian Mountain, Ouyang Haoyuan is the only one.

Jiang Lin's expression changed slightly.

Before his consciousness reacted, his body had already moved one step ahead, stretching out his hand to pull Zhong Weiwan into his arms, using the power of law to hide his body.

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