MTL - The Two Proud Sky Dragons’ Shura Fields-Chapter 10 Competition and lucky money

The little boy was practicing sword moves under the sycamore tree in the yard, one move at a time, and he was praised by Yue Xiuzhi for his good practice, so the little boy couldn't find Bei. If the practice is not in place, and the mistakes are corrected by Yue Yuzhi, the little boy will groan for a long time, throw himself into that person's arms and act like a baby, begging that person to teach him.

Boss Pei sneered at the side, this kid obviously knows everything, but he is just pretending not to know.

It was already winter now, the sycamore trees were covered with a layer of white snow, and the earth was covered with plains. The little boy was wearing a thick layer of snow fur, which made him even shorter and shorter. His originally delicate features were full of silly smiles at the moment, and he couldn't wait to turn his head after dancing a set of sword moves. Looking at the young man in fox fur, the young man gently stroked his fluffy hair as he wished, and gave him a word of affirmation.

The snow is full of deep and shallow footprints, one pair is smaller and the other is larger, overlapping each other, showing intimacy.

Perhaps the light reflected on the snow was too dazzling. Pei Ming looked away and looked at the slightly swaying sycamore branches, his expression difficult to discern.

When the setting sun was on the west tour, in the warm yellow afterglow, Yue Xiuzhi held the cub's hand and taught him to write stroke by stroke. The black-haired young man bent over and gently enveloped the little cub, and his voice was soft for him. Explain the starting, turning, and contracting of each stroke.

Pei Daming, who was leaning on the bookcase at the side, looked at the picture in front of him, and for some reason, somehow, he walked in front of them and possessed himself on the cub.

At this time, he can't control this body, but he can feel all the perceptions that this body feels.

He heard Yue Xiuzhi say slowly and softly in his ear: "For this character, it is best to use Nifeng as the beginning of the pen. The characters written in this way contain muscles and bones, square and handsome, and if combined with a turning pen, they can be written with a round head. Like the strokes of seal script, they appear solid, vigorous, reserved and dignified..."

When Yue Xiuzhi spoke, his breath lightly touched his cheek, and he could clearly feel the slight itchiness on his face. Yue Xiuzhi held the cub's hand, leading him to write a word stroke by stroke.

Obviously the perception from the cub was soft and warm, but Pei Daming felt that the skin touched by Yue Xiuzhi was constantly burning.

"The characters written in this way have a strong character and are completed in one go. Come on, write one yourself and show it to the teacher."

The cub rewrote the word obediently and earnestly.

Yue Xiuzhi glanced at the writing written by the cub, and commented: "I have mastered the main points, but the writing is still not stable, and this is also related to your young age. Starting tomorrow, I will hang a sandbag on my wrist to practice calligraphy every day. ?"

If it were the master who told the other children, the children would have been complaining, but Pei Xiaoming just nodded obediently.

Yue Xiuzhi thought for a while, but still asked a little uneasy: "Will this make you feel too tired?"

The cub shook his head and said, "I'm not tired. I know Master is doing it for my own good."

Yue Xiuzhi patted Zai Zai's head in relief, feeling that his family's cub was really sensible.

However, Mr. Pei also sneered in his heart: at the age of five, he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered. How could he take such a trivial matter as a burden, and it's too late to be happy.

Practitioners, who have endured hardships in order to become masters, if the more they cultivated at that time, they would teach him like this, how happy he would be...

Such a thought flashed through Mr. Pei's mind, but he didn't catch it.

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Two months passed in a flash, Pei Xiaoming practiced hard every day, not only did he practice more and teach him new lessons every day, but he also had to chop the sword three thousand times a day, without stopping. The sandbags in my hands are becoming more and more entangled. Since the practitioners are extremely powerful, there is no need to worry about being unable to bear it. A few days ago, the sand in the sandbags was replaced with iron sand.

Yue Xiuzhi once praised very gratifyingly that there was a calligraphy master who wrote penetrating pen to wood. If his apprentice can persevere every day, he is afraid that penetrating pen to wood will be just around the corner.

As early as six days ago, Pei Xiaoming's cultivation base had reached the seventh-level spiritual master, and today is also the day Yue Xiuzhi made an appointment with Pei Xiaoming to go to Qi Feng for a test.

This matter has already been greeted with Qi Feng and Qi Feng's master Fu Yuan. Qi Feng said that he was not afraid at all, and let the horse come over. Fu Yuan didn't object either. It is very common for disciples in Jiuhuaxiao to meet for competitions. After all, it is a world of martial arts. This can also encourage disciples to practice. As long as they are not seriously injured or killed, Jiuhuaxiao doesn't care.

Of course, the "no matter" mentioned here refers to the agreed competition, which is to go to the ring. If it is a private fight, it will be severely punished.

Yue Xiuzhi and Pei Xiaoming went to the appointed arena together, and Qi Feng was already waiting for them above.

In two months, Pei Xiaoming went from having no cultivation to being a seventh-level spiritual master, and Qi Feng did not stand still, and was promoted from a seventh-level spiritual master to an eighth-level spiritual master. After all, he is also a disciple of Fu Yuan, a disciple with rare talents, and Fu Yuan also taught him very carefully.

As the sect master of Jiuhuaxiao, Fu Yuan's disciples are not like Liuya Peak, only Pei Ming is the only one. On the contrary, he has eight disciples. Among them, the most outstanding is his eldest disciple, Fu Yunxu, who is the descendant of Fu Yuan, the most talented disciple of this generation of the Fu family, who joined Fu Yuan's sect since he was a child, and is now fifteen years old, already in the late stage of the Lingyun state.

Fu Yunxu also played a lot of roles in the original novel, he is like the opposite of Pei Ming. Pei Ming is cold-blooded and ruthless. Although his childhood experience did not make him cynical, it also made him lack affection for everything, and he was even more cruel and unscrupulous towards enemies. But Fu Yunxu is different, he is a typical decent gentleman, three views are extremely upright, kind-hearted but not blind, he has his own way of dealing with things, neither violates his conscience nor the virgin. Also because of his personality, although Pei Ming disliked him and hated his status as Jiuhuaxiao's senior disciple, he did nothing to him after all.

In the original book, after Pei Ming destroyed Jiuhuaxiao, it was Fu Yunxu who protected Jiuhuaxiao's remaining disciples and set up another sect, which was able to preserve the last continuation of Jiuhuaxiao.

The reason why I have said so much is mainly because Fu Yunxu, a good boy with extremely upright views, is actually Yue Xiuzhi's ultimate goal in cultivating apprentices!

Standing on the ring, Qi Feng was obviously only a ten-year-old kid, but he put on airs like a brat, and shouted to Pei Ming who had just arrived: "Pei Ming, hurry up and challenge me! I will let you know today that you are not worthy to be the disciple of Venerable Vatan!"

When Pei Ming heard this, his face puffed up in anger.

Yue Xiuzhi felt a little speechless in his heart, what the **** is this feeling of two little bean dings fighting for him.

In fact, this is also the reason why Yue Xiuzhi brought Pei Ming to participate in this competition. Yue Xiuzhi faintly noticed that Pei Xiaoming had always felt inferior. In fact, he also thought that he was not worthy of being his disciple, or in other words, he had always lacked a sense of reality about the fact that he suddenly became his disciple. Such a lack of self-confidence is not conducive to the growth of the cub, so Yue Xiuzhi made an appointment for this competition.

He bent down and comforted Xiao Douding in a low voice: "Amin, don't be afraid, just prove to them that Amin is the most proud student as a teacher."

The little brat was praised, his expression suddenly became joyful, his eyes sparkled, and then he couldn't help but complained arrogantly: "What is the most proud disciple, Master, you have only one disciple in the first place."

Even though he said so, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be stopped.

Yue Xiuzhi smiled and said: "That's because Amin is the best, so there is only Amin as a teacher as a disciple."

The little brat was so praised that he almost lost his way, the blood tank was emptied directly, and he couldn't say anything about being cheap and being good. He walked lightly up the steps of the ring, and when he stood in front of Qi Feng and faced the aggressive opponent, he felt a sense of reality.

At this time, Yue Xiuzhi also stepped onto the viewing platform. The viewing platform was already full of people. After all, it was a competition between the suzerain and the disciples of Venerable Fatan, and one was a long-renowned genius, and the other was a rumored nine-veined evildoer. Years of hard training, so the seats for watching the competition are still very popular.

Yue Xiuzhi even heard some disciples making a bet on who would win.

A fat, smiling disciple who looked about fifteen years old was shouting: "The market is open, the market is open, Qi Feng's odds are one to two, Pei Ming's odds are one to three, buy it and leave!"

A disciple next to him asked strangely: "Although Pei Ming is still young, he is a genius with nine veins. Why is the odds twice as high as Qi Feng?"

Another disciple replied: "You also said that he is still young. He is only a five-year-old boy now, and he has only been worshiped in Jiuhuaxiao for five months. Before that, he had no cultivation. How can he compare with What about Qi Fengbi who has practiced for seven years?"

"Yes, yes." The chubby disciple agreed, "Not to mention that Qi Feng is now an eighth-level spiritual master, while Pei Ming is only a seventh-level spiritual master. This cultivation base has suddenly improved within a few months, comparable to It's not easy for people who are stable and stable at the same level, let alone go up to fight against the enemy? You must know that after the sixth level, the gap between each level is like a natural barrier."

The disciples beside him all nodded in agreement. Although Pei Ming's odds were high, few people bought Pei Ming, but most of them bought Qi Feng. As a result, the chubby disciple was afraid of losing money, so he had to change Qi Feng's odds to 1:15, and Pei Ming's odds to 1:4.

Yue Xiuzhi laughed in his heart. Sure enough, in Dianjiawen, there must be a gamble for the main character to fight, and the odds for the main character in the gamble must be high and no one will buy it. If so... the main character will definitely buy a share and make a lot of money.

Yue Xiuzhi glanced at Xiao Douding on the ring, thinking that this little brat is only a little old now, so he probably won't be able to find this business opportunity, so why not be a master and help him earn pocket money.

Although Yue Xiuzhi doesn't take this little money seriously, it's good to have fun.

Thinking in this way, Yue Xiuzhi took out a few high-grade spirit stones and handed them to Liufeng, who asked Liufeng to buy Pei Mingsheng.

Seeing this, Lu Fan on the side laughed in surprise, "Yue Xiuzhi, when did you play this kid's house-playing game, and earn money from a group of juniors, you don't feel ashamed."

Yue Xiuzhi replied indifferently: "These pieces of spirit stones were originally part of the lucky money I prepared for my apprentice, now I use them to buy my disciple to win, and give my disciple some more lucky money, what's wrong?" ?"

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