Dangdang!

The bell of the sword training bell is melodious and beautiful.

When the hour came, a disciple rushed out from the outer and inner mansions and gathered in the sword arena.

At this time, there was already a person on the fencing field, sitting upright in the corner of the field. He seemed to have arrived a long time in advance, and his clothes were soaked with dew.

Liang Qiufeng.

Hundreds of Sword Mansion disciples all showed strange looks, and their eyes fell on this newly promoted junior disciple.

For many days, Liang Qiufeng came to the sword arena half an hour early every day, and did not practice swords, but sat in the corner until everyone arrived.

What is he doing?

No one knows, and no one can guess that the reason why Liang Qiufeng is like this is just to listen to the bell of the sword practice bell on time every day.

For the disciples, the sound of the sword bell is certainly pleasant and pleasant, but they can be heard a lot, and they are accustomed to it, and they have long lost their freshness.

can't guess the real reason, many people think that Liang Qiufeng is deliberately unconventional and grandstanding.

It's boring.

When the time is up, start practicing the sword freely.

Suddenly, the sword light was huohuo, and it was mixed with the shouting sound of full of energy, which was very lively.

Liang Qiufeng is practicing boxing, and "Zimen Boxing" is a boxing method that cannot be entered, and it is quite clumsy to perform. But he doesn't mind what others think, he punches and styles, and he practices extremely seriously.

On the high part of the mountain in front of the sword arena, a large pavilion was built.

In the pavilion, in addition to Xiao Jihai, there is also a middle-aged woman. The two stood on the railing and looked down.

"Senior Brother Xiao, that kid is the outer disciple you admitted exceptionally?"

The woman is dressed as a Taoist priest, with a strict face, her hair combed up, and she wears it with a dark hairpin, which looks meticulous.

"Yes, that's him. ”

The woman frowned: "According to the little sister, it's just Erer, what do you like about him?"

Xiao Jihai smiled: "Pleasing to the eye." ”

For this answer, the middle-aged woman was very dissatisfied: "Senior Brother Xiao, as an elder, there are only three places for exceptional admission, so I don't believe you will be so rash and sloppy." ”

The elders of the Sword Mansion can make an exception to admit talents as disciples, but it is not unlimited, each person only gets three places, and when they run out, they will be gone.

Xiao Jihai said leisurely: "I think he is a rare genius." ”

"Genius?"

The middle-aged woman pouted: "An eighteen-year-old genius with a strong one?"

The words are full of irony.

In martial arts cultivation, the time factor is extremely important. Because potential is linked to age, as the proverb says, "Thirty is not high, fifty is not rich", which means that when a person reaches the age of 30, his height will be fixed, and if he is not rich at the age of 50, he may have to spend his whole life.

As for advanced martial artists, fifteen years old is a watershed, and those who are promoted after the age of fifteen are almost finalized in the bone meridians, and their potential becomes very limited.

The real geniuses all become martial artists before the age of ten, and even more powerful, there are also three or five years old; if you talk about the demon level, you are born as a martial artist, and your blood is incredible.

Regarding these, Xiao Jihai naturally knew: "It's late, maybe a miracle will happen, and the stupid bird will fly first." ”

"How is it possible, Senior Brother Xiao, you are smart for a lifetime, hey......"

The middle-aged woman apparently didn't believe it.

Xiao Jihai was silent and didn't explain much. Some things are clear to yourself, and the best persuasion is the facts.

Time passed quickly, the sword practice was over, and the disciples dispersed in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, and the lonely Liang Qiufeng was a little lonely.

Suddenly, a group of disciples came up and blocked his way.

The leader is long and jade, and there is always a confident smile on his face: "Liang Qiufeng, I know you." ”

Liang Qiufeng was stunned: "Senior brother?"

"Inner disciple Luo Gang. ”

Hearing this familiar name, Liang Qiufeng suddenly understood. It turned out to be Deacon Luo's nephew, a top-notch figure among the new generation of disciples, and he has always been famous. The reason why Deacon Luo was able to squeeze out the old deacon was closely related to this nephew, who was known as a "genius".

In the past, Deacon Luo often talked about his nephew, which was proud, and he could deter and beat the miscellaneous servants, so as to make them more awe-inspiring.

"I've seen Senior Brother Luo. ”

Liang Qiufeng's attitude is neither arrogant nor humble, maybe he doesn't like Deacon Luo, and he also has a bad impression of this character who hears a cocoon in his ears.

Luo Gang said: "First of all, congratulations to Senior Brother Liang for his luck, promotion to martial arts, and the favor of Elder Xiao, becoming an outer disciple, and ascending to the sky in one step." ”

These words sounded a little harsh, and the mouth said congratulations, and the arrogance in the tone was undisguised.

"Good luck. ”

Liang Qiufeng touched his chin.

Luo Gang said again: "I heard that when you used to be a miscellaneous servant in the foreign government, you had some opinions with my uncle, but now you shouldn't have any." ”

As soon as this remark came out, the gossip hearts of other disciples were burning.

What does Senior Brother Luo mean by this?

Could it be that this Liang Qiufeng was just a humble foreign servant before?

How can a mere miscellaneous servant be able to enter Elder Xiao's eyes and be admitted exceptionally?

Many questions linger.

Liang Qiufeng's eyes shrank, and he faintly guessed Luo Gang's intention: Dare to love about himself, Deacon Luo has sued his nephew. It should be that he is afraid that he will turn over and win the favor of Elder Xiao, and he will settle old accounts and make small reports, which will be unfavorable to him. So he asked Luo Gang to come forward and find a way to settle it.

In fact, with the friction with Deacon Luo, where would Liang Qiufeng care. Retribution has never been his style.

said indifferently at the moment: "I forgot to come, but now I heard my senior brother mention it, and I feel a little uncomfortable for no reason." ”

"Huh?"

Luo Gang raised his eyebrows, and his tone was unpleasant: "Senior brother means that senior brother is self-defeating?"

Liang Qiufeng laughed: "I didn't say that, senior brother is too worried." By the way, I'm going to practice and say goodbye. ”

As soon as he arched his hand, he left with a brisk pace - thinking that at the beginning, Luo Gang's name alone could hold him up and not be able to raise his head, but now, he is not timid in the-for-tat. Such a change in circumstances is really gratifying.

"Good boy, how dare you entertain me?"

Luo Gang narrowed his eyes, Liang Qiufeng's attitude was very unpleasant for him who was arrogant. 、

"If you don't know the current affairs in the future, I will definitely trample you to death. ”

He is strong in the seventh stage, an inner disciple, it is easy to step on Liang Qiu Feng, and all he cares about is Elder Xiao's attitude.

"Senior Brother Luo, tell me what happened to Liang Qiufeng?"

The friends who gathered around him inquired curiously.

Luo Gang regained his confident smile, and his mind moved, so he said all the things he heard from Deacon Luo about Liang Qiufeng, and selected some typical ones.

As a street child, he was born as a miscellaneous servant, and he didn't know what shit luck he had taken to be taken by Elder Xiao...... That's pretty much all of Liang Qiufeng.

This is really not worth mentioning for the disciples of the Sword Mansion who are from major local families, and at best it is a joke without nutrition.

It's good to talk and laugh, or after a few years, no one remembers who Liang Qiufeng is.