MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 22 The first flight of the ugly duckling

Because she ran too fast, Liu's ten-year-old hands dragged behind her, looking like a little duck, some funny and cute.

Kusui Jiu stood still waiting for him, with a smile on his lips.

Tamarix ran to Jingjiu at the age of ten and stopped.

Because he ran too fast and stopped too quickly, his feet made two shallow marks on the grass, his body swayed back and forth, and finally he stopped.

画面 This picture looks a bit funny, and some of the young disciples who worked with Jingjiu couldn't help laughing.

The laughter soon disappeared, and people guessed that the little boy was the legendary born Taoist species.

Tamarix was ten years old and stood in front of Jing Jiu, with a very excited expression. He reached out and wanted to grab Jing Jiu's hand, but felt it was not right. He quickly put it back and shook it into a fist.

"My son you came in? You finally came in!"

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The pedestrian who walked out of the woods couldn't help but be surprised when looking at the picture.

I want to know that Liu only knew practice of practicing swords when he was ten years old. He lived very monotonously, his temperament was low-key, and he rarely saw such excitement.

"Who is this person?" Gu Han asked.

A disciple of Yun said, "Gu Shi, this person should be Jing Jiu, who is often mentioned in his tenth birthday."

Listening to this, the talent understands why Liu was ten years old so excited.

Gu Han looked at Jing Jiu's face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was somewhat unhappy.

I don't know if it is because the face is too beautiful or because the expression on that face is too indifferent and calm, which is in sharp contrast to Liu ten years old.

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As soon as Jing Jiu was ready to speak, a cold voice sounded.

"what are you doing?"

Kusui Jiu looked and found that the speaker was the disciple named Liang Gu who was called Gu Han.

Tamarix was ten years old, and she quickly explained, "Gu Shi, this is my house ..."

Gu Han did not let him finish his words, and said calmly, "I told you that at such an important moment, nothing can distract you."

The hidden meaning of this sentence is very clear, he doesn't care who Jingjiu is at all.

"Come here and receive the punishment." Gu Han said.

Sakurai gave him a glance.

At the age of ten, Yanliu quickly waved at him and walked back in front of Han.

A fat man combing his hair stood out from behind Gu Han, holding a cloth-covered thing in his hands. He untied his fat with his deft fingers, exposing the stick inside.

I watched this scene, the crowd was a little bit upset. Those who fell on Liu's ten-year-old sight had more sympathy, but more envy.

The disciples who came out of the woods have the same emotion in their eyes.

That stick is not the sword law of Qingshan Sect, but the rules of two forgetful peaks.

Gu Han was going to punish Liu ten years old with the rule of two forgetful peaks, then it was tantamount to treating Liu ten years old as a disciple of Liang forgetfulness.

For the inner disciples who are looking forward to being picked by the two forgetful peaks at Cheng Jian Conference, such discipline is really an enviable treatment.

A stiff wooden stick fell on Liu's ten-year-old's back, making a heavy muffled sound.

When accepting the punishment, naturally, he couldn't pick up Zhenyuan's body protection.

The wooden sticks kept falling, and the muffled sounds kept ringing.

Tamarix is ​​painful at the age of ten, with tears in his eyes, but still wants to stand still.

I looked at this scene, Jing Jiu said nothing.

Suddenly, what he felt, he glanced at Gu Lengmo's eyes.

He looked at each other quietly.

At the age of ten, Yanliu noticed his eyes and shook his head with pain and motioned him not to mess around.

Kusui Jiu was quiet for a while and turned to walk outside the peak.

With so many people present, only Gu Han noticed that when he turned around, he shook his head.

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"enough."

Gu Han signaled the end of the punishment, and looked at the back of Jing Jiu, who frowned slightly.

胖 The fat man withdrew the stick, wrapped it carefully with green cloth, and looked down at his gaze, squinting and laughing, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

如何 "How? This disciple is very famous. I saw it today, and it was really well-deserved. It really looks good and is jealous."

As a disciple of the two forgetful peaks, where do they care about such trivial matters as beauty and ugliness, what they ask naturally refers to Jing Jiu's talent and potential for practice.

Gu Guhan said: "The Tao is ordinary and the qualifications are ordinary. If he is not as motivated as rumored, then he should have prepared a lot of elixir before he can break through in two years."

The fat man said: "He may be the son of the Chaoge Dynasty. It is normal to have some precious elixir in his hand, and it is said that he has a good brain. Would you like to talk to him?"

Gu Han said: "My sword for forgetting the peak is used to kill people. No matter how smart and knowledgeable it is, it is useless. If you can rely on elixir for the road, what else do you practice?"

They didn't avoid Liu when he was 10 years old. Liu 10 was anxious and wanted to justify a few words for Jing Jiu.

I think he wants to come. Of course, if the son can also worship in front of the two forgetful peaks, it is certainly the best thing.

"Two disciples, you cannot be a servant, you remember this."

Gu Han looked at Liu at the age of ten, with an unquestionable will in his tone: "Don't keep going with him."

Tamarix stayed ten years old.

Gu Gu ignored him, and led his disciples to Jianfeng.

Tamarix stood at the age of ten, remained silent for a long time, and finally kept up.

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Looking at the pedestrian walking between the cliffs of Jianfeng, a disciple who knew the situation of Xijian Pavilion said, "Gu Shi is not the immortal master of Class A? Haven't they taken the sword yet?"

Deacon Yunfeng said: "Brother Liu has taken the sword half a year ago."

Disciples are even more surprised, thinking, what are they doing on Jianfeng?

The pedestrian that Gu Han took with him had already stepped on the peak sword, gradually drifting away, and was about to become a series of black spots between the cliff walls.

These disciples were not led by the teacher and naturally did not dare to follow them, so they had to look under the peak.

As time went by, more deputies Yun Xingfeng, teachers and students came to the field, and there were more than ten sword lights across the sky. There were people in Zhufeng, and even two second-generation masters also arrived in person.

All of this seems to indicate that something will happen later.

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Laoshan is getting higher, the air is getting thinner, and the terrain is getting steeper, and every step is very difficult.

The young disciples stopped and stayed in place, feeling the sword in the surroundings, in order to sharpen their will and promote cultivation.

Gu Gu and the fat man and Liu ten years old continued to move forward.

I don't know how long it has been, the surrounding scenes are gradually blurred, and the fog is getting heavy. It should be at the edge of the clouds.

When I got here, the sword qi spilled from the peak was even more terrible. Liu's ten-year-old face flushed and had shortness of breath.

After all, he is young and has a short practice time.

But he was able to walk here, and he had no idea where to go compared to those who stayed below.

胖 The fat man was also slightly panting, holding his waist and saying, "I don't know if La Yue is here today."

Regarding Gu Han's expression as usual, the sword in Jianfeng and this height are nothing to him.

Listening to the words of the fat man, he looked at the peaks deeper in the clouds and mists for a moment, then waved his hands, as if trying to get rid of some unpleasant pictures.

With the waving of his palm, a gust of wind rose from the cliff, the clouds and fog were scattered, and the surrounding environment became clear immediately.

In front of them is a cliff. If you take a step forward, you will fall. The stone walls between the cliffs are smooth and grass-free, and there is no place to grasp the force at all.

Tamarix went to the edge of the cliff at the age of ten and looked down.

The distance from the ground is more than a thousand feet high. Even though his eyesight after training is comparable to that of the Condor, he still can't see the situation on the ground clearly.

Each little black spot is a person, thinking that so many people are looking at themselves, the teenager is more nervous, and his breath is unconsciously more urgent.

He chanted the sword sutra silently, as calmly as possible, and slowly raised his right hand after his breathing was flat.

A chirping sound, a flying sword about two feet long and smooth like a mirror, flew out of his sleeve.

Wu Feijian drew a few arcs in the air, and according to his devotion, he stopped quietly outside the cliff in the middle of the sky, just in front of him.

He only needs to take a step forward and he can stand on the flying sword.

The question is, how many people in the world have the courage to take this step?

Furthermore, the sky is wide.

Taking a step back is rolling red dust.

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You can't think about anything for too long.

The longer you think about it, the more likely it is to go wrong.

At the age of ten, Tamarix stared at the clouds and fog outside the peak. His complexion was pale and he could not take this step.

Gu Han said expressionlessly behind him: "I will give you ten more breaths. If you can't go out by yourself, I will push you out."

"No." Liu turned ten years old and suddenly said to him, "Gu Shi, I still have to meet my son."

After saying this, he went forward.

Gu Gu was slightly angry and raised his eyebrows to do something, and saw this scene.

Tamarix went to the sky outside the cliff at the age of ten.

He dropped his right foot, and fell on the Feijian impartially.

Xun Feijian sank downward, and stopped at about half a foot.

Then, his left foot also stepped on the sword.

The chill wind screamed, flapping Jianfeng's cliff, and blowing up his shirt.

At the age of ten, Tamarix opened her arms, flexed her legs slightly, and swung left and right, looking for balance.

He froze on his face. He couldn't see any fear, only focus.

Gu Han suddenly thought of the picture when Liu rushed to Jingjiu when he was ten years old.

Howling wind rolled back from the cliff ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Liu's ten-year-old body leaned forward.

The fat man standing on the cliff was shocked.

At the age of ten, Tamariu didn't know what he shouted, and flew out into the sky by the wind.

This is his first flight of Yu Jian, unable to condense into a sword light, only a residual image can be drawn.

I saw the sword shadow walking through the clouds, and suddenly stopped or turned. It looked very chaotic and looked very dangerous.

Shouts and shouts came from the distant cliff.

The fat man turned pale and kept talking to himself: "If he fell to death at the age of ten ... Will the head drive us out of the mountains?"

Gu Han did not speak, but stared at the sword shadow that was getting farther and farther away from the cliff.

No matter how dangerous Liu Yan ’s ten-year-old Yu Jian was, he even fell directly to the ground twice. He did not show much concern, but his eyes were getting worse and worse.

Yun Yiliu's ten-year-old realm, age, and experience, now it is really reluctant to learn to control swords, and reluctance naturally means risk, so he did not talk with his colleagues in Liang Wangfeng, nor did he report to the teacher.

But he knew that when he took Liu to the ten-year-old to Jianfeng, the elders in Jiufeng should have guessed the truth. At this time, there should be several uncle masters in the clouds watching and preparing at any time. Save your hands.

I don't know how long it took, the sword shadow finally stabilized, and you can clearly see Liu's ten-year-old figure.

Xun Feijian's speed is getting faster and faster, until it becomes a streamer, heading towards Jianfeng, breaking through the clouds, I do not know where to go.

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