Chapter 67: A Year on Beifeng
The storm is very strong.
This time the storm is blowing inside Beifeng and also outside Beifeng.
A violent storm, and I don't know how many people died in this storm.
Dare to move the true transmission of disciples, is such a result.
Yu Yu Shang Ren is establishing prestige.
Even Sima Changbai was dismissed from his position, it can be seen that this time he really took action. This storm made people inside and outside the peak know that the true disciple of Beifeng cannot be provoked. Yuan Shangren is still as loving and caring as before. However, even the strongest storm will have to pass one day.
This storm is also slowly passing.
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Time has slipped away for another year.
The Great Jin Dynasty calendar is now in its 5333rd year.
At this time, the North Peak of Mount Hua gradually returned to calmness.
North Peak
The weather is fine today, it's a sunny day.
White clouds drift lazily by, warm sunshine.
At this time, on the grassy slope of the northern peak, a young man was lying down, with his long sword as a pillow. Beside him was a bottle of wine. The young man lay there for a while, occasionally picking up the wine to take a sip. As the wine went down his throat, another year passed by without him realizing it.
I am eighteen years old too.
This year, a strong storm swept through Beifeng, but by now the storm has basically passed. As for myself, I've returned to my usual lazy and carefree self. No mistake, I won't forget Sima Changbai's grudge, but hatred doesn't need to be constantly on one's mind or worn on one's face; as long as it's remembered in one's heart, that's enough.
This year, I have been working hard, and the time for practicing every day has reached three hours, which is more than before. Of course, if other true transmission disciples hear this, they will probably cry, because other true transmission disciples practice for at least five or six hours a day.
But this year, I have made progress too.
With the help of three cloud rabbits and four cloud cats on the Lingpai, in the past year, I have basically reached the eighth rank of Xiuzhen's micro-meridian by following the natural course.
In the body, apart from the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, there are also some fine meridians and minute collaterals that are not conspicuous. The original Small Heavenly Cycle, the circulation of Fa power was between the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. When it reached the eighth level of the Refining Qi stage, the Fa power began to penetrate into those fine meridians and minute collaterals, causing the Fa power to increase once again.
From the seventh level of Qi cultivation to the eighth level, it's not that difficult, it just depends on the accumulation of Fa power.
When refining the eightfold boundary of Qi, the subtle meridians and micro-veins are quite difficult to break through to the ninefold boundary of the Grand Heavenly Cycle. It's not easy to make a breakthrough. Once the Grand Heavenly Cycle is condensed, the magical power in all the meridians in the body will be endless, and it will be many times stronger than when the Small Heavenly Cycle was formed.
Of course, now I am in the eighth realm of Qi practice, refining the subtle and delicate meridians.
It's quite good to have made such progress in just one year.
Of course, in this year, I didn't just do these things, I also practiced some sword techniques, such as Master's Twilight Sword Technique. I practiced it too, but I couldn't grasp the essence of the Twilight Sword Technique. According to Master's words, this is not because my talent for swordsmanship is not good enough, but because of my temperament.
Sword is very similar to human.
Someone like Master Li Yuanbai who is normally calm and composed would naturally practice the Twilight Sword Technique.
But for someone like Lu Yuan who is lazy and optimistic, it's quite difficult to practice the sword technique of the setting sun.
Of course, if it's not cultivated then it's just not cultivated, Lu Yuan also felt that there was nothing to be too concerned about. The will of the sword is something that can't be forced, and if one tries to force it, they might easily go astray.
Success is my fortune, failure is my fate.
That's all there is to it.
Actually, Lu Yuan's achievements so far are not only due to his exceptional talent in swordsmanship but also because of his temperament, which conforms to the Taoist idea of clarity and non-action. If one thinks too much and is overly utilitarian, it can easily lead to mental demons that hinder spiritual practice.
Lu Yuan lay on the grass, lazily yawning, truly feeling extremely tired. Who let it be hot now, almost summer? At this time when the weather is hot, by noon people are lazy and only want to sleep. After drinking another mouthful of wine, he felt even more sleepy.
At this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared.
This was a slightly crimson-colored long sword, rapidly advancing straight towards Lu Yuan. A series of swift sword moves were executed in rapid succession, directly attacking Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan countered with a single sword move, which quickly found the weakness in the crimson long sword's attack, causing it to be momentarily halted.
However, the owner of this crimson long sword seemed to have anticipated such a situation. The crimson long sword turned and unfolded another path of swordsmanship, stabbing again. Lu Yuan still didn't look at it, counterattacking with one sword, breaking the other's crimson long sword once more.
The owner of the scarlet long sword reorganized his attack several times, but no matter how many times he reorganized his offense, he was pierced by Lu Yuan's casual sword and broke through the gap, and the sword momentum was broken cleanly.
The owner of the crimson long sword finally stopped, a bright and beautiful girl, wearing a crimson dress, with her black hair tied up in a ponytail, looking refreshing. This was a girl who wore a crimson dress, both refreshing and bright, and she was also quite famous in Beifeng, being the third Ling Yu Zhu among the top ten true disciples.
It's unclear what's going on, but over the past year, Ling Yu Zhu has been looking for opportunities to compete with herself. Although she has made some progress in her cultivation, advancing to the sixth level of Qi Refining and showing improvement in her swordsmanship, she is still far from being a match for herself. Not long ago, it was said that she had gone down the mountain to gain experience, but she didn't expect her to return so soon. As soon as Ling Yu Zhu returned to the mountain, she would often find herself competing with her in sword fights.
What a tragedy! Lu Yuan's head hurts greatly.
Ling Yu Zhu's hand moved, and the crimson flying sword, Yu Xie Sword, returned to its scabbard. The bright and refreshing crimson-robed girl gently patted her chest, clearly exhausted from the previous exchange of swift sword moves and constant reorganization of attacks. Her forehead was covered in fragrant sweat, and her chest rose and fell with each breath. The crimson-robed girl smiled: "Indeed, I'm no match for you. By the way, I heard you enjoy good wine. This time, I brought a jug of Xianren wine from my training trip down the mountain." Her slender hand turned, and she produced a wine jug from her sleeve. Her crimson servant's uniform was quite tight, accentuating her beautiful figure, with a slim waist and narrow shoulders, but suddenly became loose at the sleeves.
Xianren Niang is one of the five great wines of the Great Jin Dynasty, far more famous than Donglu Huangjiu.
Lu Yuan immediately regained his spirits and quickly took over the jug of wine.
This immortal brew was just in hand, and it felt great to hold the wine bottle. This good wine is not only delicious but also has a delicate bottle with a good feel. At that moment, I couldn't help myself, opened the bottle, and took a swig. The wine was extremely mellow when entering the mouth, and the aroma lingered after swallowing.
Xianren niang, xianren niang, indeed worthy of being called Xianren niang.
