The practice stone is very rare in Western Chu, and only the Shangwu Pavilion of the Imperial Palace has it.

It is such an ordinary stone, but it can withstand the full force of the Qi Condensation Realm in the martial arts stage, and can read the attacker's data, which resonates with his roots, talents, and comprehension, and gives birth to a piece of brilliance.

In other words, the stronger the attacker's roots, talents, and comprehension, the higher the glorious grade produced by the practice stone.

Ling Yue looked at the bland practice stone and was stunned, and her thoughts drifted far away.

The tragedy of the Flower Palace back then, those ruthlessness, until the tenderness of the Nine Emperor Princes, the sword scripture, the pill, and the pill later.

Something drips into the heart, and it will inevitably take root and sprout, and it can no longer be suppressed.

Retracting her mind, Ling Yue took a deep breath, and then buckled her sword out of the sheath, and in an instant, the cold light filled the room with brilliance, and there were faintly countless fairies singing in the clouds, cheering for whom, cheering for whom?

The singing continued, and the sword light was bright.

In an instant, the singing stopped abruptly, and a clear whistle resounded through the nine heavens.

A brilliant sword light fell on the practice stone, and Ling Yue put the sword into the sheath, just a blow.

Then, the practice stone shook violently, and then gave birth to a piece of golden light that went straight to the nine heavens, dyeing a few leisurely white clouds in the sky with a layer of red gold.

Mr. Lu Wen outside the house and the golden jade book of Dali Temple saw this, and their faces were happy.

A golden cloud, the roots of the gods!

At this time, Lingyue pushed the door and walked out.

Mr. Lu Wen and Jin Yushu looked at her, their faces were full of happy smiles, who could not be happy that such a kendo genius had come out of Xichu?

If it is a good life cultivation in the future, it may not be impossible to compete with the sword idiot who is frozen in the sword light above the West Sea.

Ling Yue looked at Mr. Lu Wen and Jin Yushu, her eyes widened, and she asked with a serious face: "The practice stone is broken, don't you have to pay for it?"

Mr. Lu Wen and Jin Yushu were stunned, and it took a while to understand what was going on, and they immediately glanced at each other, and said with a smile: "No, no, don't say that you will chop one piece, even if you chop ten or a hundred pieces, you don't have to pay for it." ”

There was no joy on Ling Yue's face, she just looked into the distance, thinking about someone.

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Ling Yue left, went to Shangwu Pavilion Dizi Pavilion, and never came back.

There were many people who saw them off that day, but there was no Nine Emperor Princes.

The fact that Lingyue had the root bones of the gods soon spread in the Western Chu Palace.

People all said that the reason why the Nine Emperor Princes did not see him off was because he was ashamed and had no face.

——The maid who once served her has become a lady of the sky, but she is a useless and slacker who eats soft rice, so she naturally has no face to see her off.

As a result, the talents of the herringbone pavilion have indeed become the biggest joke of the herringbone pavilion.

The last picture of Ling Yue staying in the small courtyard is the delicate little face that is red from anger, as well as the categorical look in a pair of beautiful eyes, and the reluctance hidden deep in the eyes.

The only one who saw this was Ji Yu, but he soon forgot about it.

Like he said, amorous is never a good thing.

If you want to go further on the long path of cultivation, you should learn to take it and let it go.

From this point of view, he was indeed very suitable for cultivating that ethereal heavenly dao.

The sneers and sneers of the disciples led by Wang Le in the Renzi Pavilion increased again.

The little maid Lingyue went to the Dizi Pavilion, and he was still mixing here, which was quite embarrassing for anyone.

But Ji Yu didn't care much, and still stayed in this small courtyard, fiddling with the ink-black porcelain plate, and putting two or three light particles every day.

The spiritual sea is deep and wide, and he needs time.

He is a very patient person, so waiting is not a painful thing for him, but it is just a little boring after all.

However, after all, some people do not have this patience.

One night in late autumn, in the shadow of the moonlight trees, Mr. Lu Wen came to the door, ready to have a night talk with Ji Yu.

As usual, Ji Yu was still sitting on the steps in front of the wooden house, with his head pestle, but the object of his gaze changed from the not-so-good-looking Bauhinia tree to the not-so-good-looking Mr. Lu Wen.

Looking at Ji Yu's beautiful face under the moonlight, thinking about the laziness and lack of motivation of this son on weekdays, Mr. Lu Wen was heartbroken, hated iron and steel, and sighed: It's a pity to have a good face!

"Your mother is in the cold palace, and your imperial sister is in the celebrant supervisor, but your roots and talent are extraordinary, even if you are not as good as your little maid, the difference is not very far, at least how can it be described as excellent, and Your Majesty is willing to treat you seriously. Mr. Luwen said patiently.

Ji Yu nodded: "I know." ”

Mr. Lu Wen sighed: "But you are so lazy, do you know how many gentlemen of the Celestial Pavilion are so disappointed in you that they hate iron but not steel?

Ji Yu slowly stood up and stood with his hands in his hands: "The vast world, the red dust is three thousand, if you can't stick to your heart, no matter how much you cultivate the Dao, no matter how much you practice martial arts, you will never be able to take that step." ”

Mr. Lu Wen didn't want to argue with him, and said, "Since you insist on doing so, I can recommend you to go to the Western Chu Arsenal to become a scribe, but you are not here anyway." ”

The scribe of the Western Chu Arsenal, although he lost the guidance of the elixir and the famous teacher, he pushed the top martial arts of Western Chu to Ji Yu in disguise.

Mr. Lu Wen did this, firstly, because he cherished his talents, and secondly, because Ji Yu was the Ninth Emperor Prince, and His Majesty held him extremely seriously.

Since the other party has no intention of studying at this time, it is better to give the other party a chance, let him go to the Xichu Arsenal to read a lot of books, think about it, if you want to learn by yourself, when the time comes, Your Majesty will discuss it with the Shouge slave and teach it easily, it is also a simple matter.

Ji Yu's thoughts were not as complicated as Mr. Lu Wen's.

In his previous life, he had learned all the world's absolute skills, and although he no longer needed any exercises, it was also beneficial to occasionally read those more ordinary exercises.

What's more, there are few people in the Xichu Arsenal, it's not too noisy, and there are not so many ghosts that can't be killed, so it's a good place to go.

Moreover, he also understood what Mr. Lu Wen meant, and it seemed that the other party was really thinking about him.

But he made an agreement with the emperor that he would be the first in this Shangwu Pavilion and bring the imperial sister back from the celebrant supervisor, how could people talk without saying and go back on their word?

What's more, in the snowy season, he is leaving.

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Autumn goes to winter, and cold winds enter the country.

Halfway through the two-year period, the disciples of the Herringbone Pavilion are even more nervous, and even Wang Le no longer goes to the restaurant to be chic, but practices on campus all the time, and a white mist mixed with the sound of fists and leg wind can be seen everywhere.

Now that most of the disciples have entered the Returning Source Realm, such as Wang Le and others, they have even seen the possibility of filling the spiritual source.

Of course, Wang Le is the last batch of old disciples, and he has been practicing for more than a year, but his talent is not bad.

Only a very small number of people who are too stupid or lazy see no hope.

It is true that the person who has the opportunity to enter the Shangwu Pavilion to practice but is still lazy has always been the only one.

Lu Wen frowned when he looked at the young man standing in front of him with his hands in his hands, a seat in red clothes, with an extraordinary bearing, and a peerless beauty, and asked, "What are you looking for me for?"

Since that night talk, he has completely given up on this slacker.

For Ji Yu's lack of motivation and laziness, he has become numb, and even has become a herringbone pavilion without this person.

Although it was a miracle that the other party left the small courtyard to find him, he still couldn't arouse any interest.

Gentlemen have always liked only talented, self-motivated, hard-working disciples, and no one likes a slacker.

"I'm leaving. Ji Yufeng said lightly.