Martial Arts Master Chapter 107: Spring Rain
Two days later, the imperial capital is still cold.
When Lou Cheng stepped into the courtyard again, Mr. Mei was taking care of the flowers and plants, leisurely and contented.
He changed into a short black robe, his silver hair sparsed a lot, and his eyes were even more lonely.
"The younger generation pays homage to Senior Mei." Lou Cheng bowed his respect.
Mei Lao raised his head, the eyebrows that were about to pop out of his face twitched twice, and he smiled kindly:
"The second house on the left."
"Thank you, senior." Lou Cheng didn't talk about it, didn't gossiping, stepped forward, and walked to the left of the courtyard. Old Mei bowed his head and focused on the flowers and plants again, as if everything was all right.
Stepping up the steps and stopping in front of the destination, Lou Cheng stared at the windowless room for a few seconds, and then reached out and pushed open the door with a brass lock.
The squeaking sound dragged the old man, and the scene inside slowly appeared in his eyes.
The ground is covered with blue bricks and nothing is placed. The empty and cold feeling is beyond words, as if even in summer, it will be like late autumn.
Lou Cheng did not look around, his eyes were directly attracted by a picture scroll hung on the opposite wall. It is dark and dark around it, not shaken by external light, and can only vaguely see a Taoist depicted in the center and Taoist temple The statue of Liyuanshi Tianzun is quite a Taoist.
With Lou Cheng's current realm and strength, he couldn't really see it clearly. He instinctively walked a few steps forward, entered the room, and got closer.
The light in his eyes converged, like a big sun forming, shining forward, trying to penetrate the darkness.
At this moment, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and the surrounding darkness covered it, boundless, bright in the distance, pure white dazzling, and slowly moving along the mysterious path.
"How did the'cosmic starry sky' that I balanced into the pill come out naturally?" Lou Cheng's thoughts just flashed, and suddenly he saw a jade-white palm pressing down.
It holds five fingers virtual, and its palm is dark and deep, making the starry sky and the universe smaller and smaller and more solid.
Click!
The "stars" shattered round and round, and the darkness shrank rapidly, at one point, and then burst into pieces and torn apart!
Depth! Lou Cheng stepped back a few steps, and walked out of the door. There was blood overflowing in his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, his spirit was obviously sluggish, and his head was painful.
In just a few breaths, he felt like he had fought hard between "Dragon King" and "Martial Saint"!
"This is the Yuqing chapter of the forbidden department? What kind of state did the predecessors of this magical art achieve when they were founded? Is it possible to meet but not to ask?" Lou Cheng sat down cross-legged, mixing his breath, and then back and forth. I visualized the words "Jie" and "Lin" in an orderly manner, and entered a deep sleep.
An hour later, he opened his eyes, and his spirit had recovered.
With his back strength, Lou Cheng stood up, stepped into the house again, and watched the dark-covered picture. The scenes were similar, and they held them for a few seconds longer than before.
Twice, and three times, when he endured the pain of deep sleep and didn't recover, he wanted to continue feeling, but he saw a black short robe standing at the door.
"Go back, think more, understand more, before stepping into the forbidden realm, each warrior will see different scenes because of his own foundation and what he has learned. There will also be subtle differences in perception.” Old Mei said in a calm tone, “As long as you keep completing a task every year, you can come to see it once. /
"Yes, Senior Mei." Lou Cheng restrained the melancholy.
He turned his body and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. When he was about to leave, he suddenly looked back and asked:
"Senior Mei, can I exchange my understanding of the forbidden power with others?"
"If the other warriors don't mind." Old Mei smiled slightly.
A few days later, the "Super Product War" finals kicked off. The defender "Wu Sheng" Qian Donglou, the challenger "Dragon King" Chen Qitao, "The Clown" Gu Jianxi and "Ming King" Zhihai will start in a single round robin format. , If there are three people with the same record and each other wins and loses to form a closed loop, there will be an extra match.
Lou Cheng and "Queen Luo" Ning Zitong happened in the first game. Because of the draw, the "Dragon King" slammed "Wu Sheng". This time, he won the victory but suffered a serious injury.
After that, the peerless double arrogance who lost both sides took advantage of "Ming King" Zhihai. He became the "Super Power" this year with three victories and won his second title, far ahead of Lou Cheng, Peng Leyun and Ren. Li is equivalent to a martial artist.
Not long after the "Super Product War" ended, the top professional tournaments rekindled, and the curtain of a new session was about to begin.
The one responsible for this is the last "World No. 1" Dragon Tiger Club. They will sit in the Huacheng Chixia Mountain to meet the challenges of the Guanwai League.
Friday afternoon, the sky is gloomy and the water is heavy.
A luxury minibus drove out of the airport and headed to the "Guyue Hotel". In the car were all the Waigangs and their assistants from the Gwanwai League.
Tang Zekun no longer wore a kimono, but changed into a Kwanwai martial arts uniform with a white background and red dots. The "pufferfish ball" was hidden in the sheath, across her knee.
From the corner of her eye, she observed the road sitting by the opposite window forever, and saw the other party's hair neatly combed back, and she looked at the street scene outside indifferently, and the famous "Zhan Shendao" was calm. Standing beside the ground, leaning on his seat, the dark green scabbard shimmered.
"Yeah" Tang Zexun did not look back, but adjusted his sitting posture, seeming to imitate the other party, just like when he first worshipped "Shinsailiu" and was accepted as a disciple by the master.
In those few years, when I was still very small, I always imitated the master's every move, whether it was martial arts or daily habits, to cultivate my temperament and regulate my soul. It was only when I was successful in kendo that my own was gradually formed. style.
Master once said that every strong man starts by imitating his predecessors!
I will start again now, starting from imitating Senior Lu!
He is a master of swordsmanship, and has a certain similarity with Dongying Swordsmanship. Master visited him in his prime, learned about "kendo", convinced him, and thinks that he is better than the past, precisely because Only with this level of relationship can one bypass the obstacles and enter the foreign alliance.
The "swordsmanship" powerhouse who can make the master full of awe every time he mentions it is indeed an object worth imitating!
Tang Zexun feels that he has once again found the enthusiasm he had when he first practiced "kendo".
Um, the biggest obstacle now is language
At this moment, the sky was getting darker again, and the rushing rain suddenly fell, blurring the car windows.
The spring rains Tang Zexun thought in a daze.
Suddenly, she heard Lu Yongchang's voice mutter to himself in a low tone and erratic tone:
"It's raining."
The rain is even worse outside the window, and the dark green scabbard beside Lu always emits a long and long whisper, a feeling of dullness and joy, like a real dragon finally freed from its restraints and tossed In mid-air, clouds and rain spread.
"Zheng!"
The sound of the sword chant echoed, and Tang Zexun seemed to be touched, but it was difficult to have a clear idea.
"It's raining" in the Long Tiger Club conference room, Ning Zitong looked out the window and sighed.
"It's not that I haven't seen rain." Coach Lu Yan responded impatiently, then looked at Lou Cheng and Guo Jiedao~IndoMTL.com~ Let's continue to talk about the Guanwai League. "
"Yeah." After living in Huacheng for so long, it's no surprise that it rained in pairs, even if it was the first rain after the beginning of spring.
Guo Jie did not squint, staring at the projection screen, even though she might not be on the field very much. As for the "Dragon King", who is receiving "comprehensive treatment" in the hospital, it will take more than ten days to play again.
Lu Yan nodded and said unceremoniously:
"Guanwai alliance is not strong."
"Except for Lu Forever, although there are a lot of Waigangs, none of them can get the first grade."
"Lu always talks at the end. Since he created his sword technique, his strength has increased day by day, and he has the qualifications to truly compete for the title. He must pay attention to it."
"In addition to him, Guanwaimeng has two second-ranks, one third-rank, and Tang Zexun who has recently joined and has not yet reported the association's order."
"The two second-ranks are clearly Li Pingwa, "Golden Maozhen", and Zhu Xiaoyun, "Miracle"."
When the three words "Golden Maoyan" were mentioned, Ning Zitong glanced at the building and let out a laugh, destroying the solemn atmosphere that Lu Yan deliberately created.
"Actually, I think nicknames such as Plague God and Doom are much stronger than Jinlaixianqu." She said.
"I also want to change my nickname, but no one listens." Lou Cheng was very helpless.
The "mirror" Zhu Xiaoyun is famous for illusion, and he should be the strong man in the outer gang who teaches Jingjing now
Boom, boom, Lu Yan knocked on the table a few times, and continued to say:
"Li Pingwa was originally high hopes by the Guanwai League. He believed that he would be able to achieve a top grade soon. After a few years of accumulation, he even hoped to compete for the title. However, his growth trajectory was not as expected. I have to lose confidence. It is said that his dependent father just passed away in the year of his Waigang, which made him distraught. Since then, he is confused, unable to find a direction, and slow to improve."