The young man in black has an ordinary face, but he always has a tough and unyielding look. The murderous aura of the heavy sword Chihong is cold and unparalleled, but it can't overshadow the sharp spirit on his body.

Gu Zhiyang is already a true sword cultivator.

In the three months that he studied under Li Cangbo, he received the most suitable training for himself, and the youth and immaturity of the former youth have disappeared. The jade is carved, the sword is sharpened—nothing can hide the light of this genius swordsman.

He heard Mu Yunyi's words, but he didn't answer immediately, but looked at the shore of the lake not far away—there was a flat and smooth flat lake stone.

Gu Zhiyang asked, "Is that there?"

Mu Yunyi said: "Not bad." ”

Gu Zhiyang said: "Then together." ”

The lake stone is huge, almost the size of a small room, and it is more than enough for two people to sit on it and practice cross-legged. With both beautiful scenery and full of aura, it is natural to rest and practice here, and it will not attract the attention of others at all.

The side of the cobblestone near the lake continues to slope downward, like a naturally formed staircase, with a thin layer of water covering it.

Mu Yunyi pinched a trick with his fingertips, waved his sleeves in the air, and there was an unusual change on the stone surface - I saw the warm and bright light fleeting, and the two of them easily saw the clear and fine inscriptions on the lake stone through the slightly rippling water waves.

It turned out that this was a hiding place for martial arts.

When Gu Zhiyang saw the martial arts, he sat cross-legged on the spot without saying a word, and immediately immersed himself in the cultivation perception without distraction.

Mu Yunyi smiled slightly, and sat down as well. While reading the lake stone inscriptions, he thought about Gu Zhiyang's changes in the past three months, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If he hadn't witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, I'm afraid very few people would have believed that Gu Zhiyang's cultivation had crossed two small realms in a very short period of time, and now he was only one small step away from stepping into Xiao Zhoutian, which was enough to compete with the top young people of the Central Continent families.

Gu Zhiyang is a child from the slums, who is already difficult, and is willing to bear the livelihood of more than 20 people of the old and young, so he fights in the arena all day long after a little success in martial arts. Along the way, although he is still a young man, there are countless old and dark wounds on his body.

Now that there is Li Cangbo, a high-level sword cultivator of the Great Zhou Heaven, it is naturally impossible for the only descendant disciple to suffer a trace of grievances, and countless precious spiritual liquids are constantly being brought in. After the Shen Zhen is completely eliminated, coupled with a solid foundation in martial arts, it is right to cultivate for a thousand miles a day.

That's not all, what surprised Mu Yunyi the most was that some time ago, Gu Zhiyang crossed the level to challenge another Xiao Zhoutian, and in the end, he won half a move. This kind of actual combat ability, if you can enter the ancient battlefield, may have great gains.

In this way, Gu Zhiyang is actually the one in their group who is most likely to enter the Divine Domain Dao Academy with Lu Qiming next year!

Who would have thought that the taciturn and reckless teenager in Lu Cheng would have such an achievement in the past year?

But what about the others......

Mu Yunyi frowned imperceptibly.

Needless to say, the fat man Yao Chengxiang is not in cultivation, but in business. Although Xia Wu has unlimited potential, it is a pity that it started too late, and it will take years to see results. Xiao Dizi is even younger, but she is in a special situation, and she is fortunate to be accepted as a disciple by Lu Qiming.

None of the three of them participated in the spot battle.

As for Song Ping'an, who was valued most by Mu Yunyi before-

Mu Yunyi raised his eyes and looked at the girl who was busy with lunch by the lake, and shook his head secretly.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. To tell the truth, this girl is completely useless in Mu Yunyi's evaluation criteria. Mu Yunyi didn't need to ask at all, he was sure that Song Ping'an's cultivation could reach the peak of martial arts - definitely borrowed Lu Qiming's strength.

Even if she was very close to Xiao Zhou Tian before she entered the Zhongwu Martial Arts, and she had the top exercises and physical foundation, it would still take at least two or three years to cultivate to Xiao Zhou Tian regularly, and it was impossible for Da Zhou Tian to do so.

Unless Lu Qiming helps her forcibly improve again, but this is also a palliative rather than a cure. No person in the prime of life would be afraid of a baby with a sword in his hand. Song Ping'an is not suitable for their world after all.

......

Song Ping'an didn't notice Mu Yunyi's gaze, she was concentrating on preparing the grilled fish.

The courses in the first year of freshman were very heavy, but Song Ping'an gritted his teeth and took a cooking course in the Department of Medicine. Although when she was in Lucheng, Chu Wei taught her to cook by hand, she couldn't learn it well, and Song Ping'an already knew that she had no talent, but she still had to learn.

It's strange to say, she still can't do well with other dishes, but she has eaten a few with Lu Qiming, and every time she plays it, even the teacher is full of praise.

Grilled fish is one of them.

Gu Zhiyang and Mu Yunyi comprehended the martial arts, Li Li and Lu Mingyue were laughing while handling the ingredients, and Song Ping'an was the only one sitting next to the fire. But she was so engrossed that she was thinking about other things, and she just didn't want to speak. Just have your own pleasure.

At the moment when the delicious aroma of the burnt fish had just wafted, Gu Zhiyang happened to open his eyes.

He's done.

"You're faster than me this time. ”

It was Mu Yunyi's voice with a smile, but Gu Zhiyang turned his head to look over and found that he was still with his eyes closed.

"You better concentrate!" Anyway, he was familiar enough, and Gu Zhiyang had something to say.

"Yes, yes," Mu Yunyi replied with a chuckle, "I'm almost there." ”

Truly. Gu Zhiyang didn't know what to do with half a cup of tea, and saw that Mu Yunyi also opened his eyes and nodded with a smile.

"Let's go, just eat fish. The corners of Gu Zhiyang's mouth also pulled out a simple smile.

Mu Yunyi said, "Wait, there is one last thing." As he spoke, he quickly came up with a trick -

The layer of the lake stone inscription was cut by some invisible force, and in an instant, it turned into fine stone powder and scattered throughout the entire blue lake, and it was impossible for anyone to see the slightest trace of the martial arts burning from it.

"What are you doing!" Gu Zhiyang suddenly frowned, and said unhappily: "Just comprehend it." If you can't take it and keep it, why do you destroy it?"

They had met twice before, but they were both in the form of scrolls, and Mu Yunyi took them away Gu Zhiyang felt that it was also a matter of course. But if you can't take it away by replacing it with a stone carving, you can't just destroy it, right?

Mu Yunyi didn't care at all, and said: "Zhiyang, the original of this martial art has been well collected by the Martial Academy, and what I destroyed is just a copy." ”

Gu Zhiyang said seriously: "But it still shouldn't." ”

Mu Yun smiled heartily, but patiently explained: "The ancient battlefield is different from other places, all the people in it are absolutely competitive, if he is strong, you will be weak. This is also what the Academy of Martial Arts wants us to learn. ”

Gu Zhiyang said: "Why haven't I heard the Martial Academy say this?"

Mu Yunyi smiled and said, "Acquiescence is permission." ”

Gu Zhiyang frowned and looked at him for a long time, and walked towards the others without saying a word.

Mu Yunyi shook his head and smiled, and was not in a hurry to follow immediately.

He took out three pieces of paper, and then used the technique to quickly write down the stone carvings of Fang Cai, and re-recorded them in three copies. Whether the other three need it or not, it's always going to be done.

......

Today's lunch was unexpectedly delicious.

Mu Yunyi recalled the extreme contrast of her cooking skills in Lucheng, and sincerely praised: "Ping'an, this may be the most delicious grilled fish I have ever tasted!

The rest of the people also chimed in.

Song Ping'an smiled, but turned to say: "Actually, I'm still far behind." Someone is far better than me. ”

Li Li pursed his lips and smiled: "Our peace is really humble." ”

This is the end of the topic. The other four quickly turned to the discussion of cultivation, such as Li Li and Lu Mingyue, although they didn't need to learn the martial arts here, it was always beneficial to communicate more with their excellent peers.

Song Ping'an couldn't help but be a little disappointed, she was expecting someone to continue to ask, so that she could talk about the experience with Lu Qiming.

But soon Song Ping'an adjusted his mood and sat aside and listened carefully. She must enter the ancient battlefield.

She heard that Lu Qiming was going to the Taoist Academy next year, and the ancient battlefield might be her only chance, right?

Be sure to enter the ancient battlefield. Certain.

......

In addition to Song Ping'an and his entourage, there were also two other acquaintances of Lu Qiming who participated in the quota battle - acquaintances who did not expect to participate.

On the moss-soaked mountain stone path, two figures walked slowly upwards one after the other.

The first to walk on the high ground was a little girl who looked like a ten-year-old. She wore an intricately ornamented and ornate skirt that looked more like the garb of the ancients, and the hem of the skirt resembled that of a mille-feuille. It's just that, unlike the outfit, the girl's appearance is unremarkable, like a prosaic everyday scene.

Behind the girl was a slender young man. His expression was so indifferent that it was almost indifferent, but his face was so clear and beautiful that it made people lose their minds. It's just that unlike his appearance, the young man only wears the most ordinary cyan cloth clothes. The corners of the clothes are stained with mountain mist, shallow and deep.

Yu Wenxuan and Tsing Yi.

The two walked in relative silence, never saying a word, not even exchanging glances. On the way, I have passed by three or two obvious inheritances, but I don't pay attention to them.

The girl stopped abruptly and walked towards a snow-white water lily in the small pool. She squatted down and raised her hand to stroke gently, and the lotus flower was instantly infused with spirituality by some kind of supernatural power, dancing gently, it seemed to be saying thank you, and each petal was a vivid and extremely intimate meaning.

Faced with this astonishing scene, Tsing Yi walked straight forward without squinting, without even pausing for a moment, as if the two were not on the same road, but just strangers passing by.

But they are clearly not.

Yu Wenxuan and Tsing Yi climbed all the way to the top and came to the opposite side of the big cliff and the highest point of the grotto on the wall.

The girl took out the clearly classified painting materials from the ring and placed them around Tsing Yi. Then she appeared in the middle of the empty cliff and turned to stand facing Tsing Yi.

"Let's start drawing. Yu Wenxuan said.

Tsing Yi started without saying a word.

Moisturize the pen and ink. This time, he drew extremely carefully, as if the whole person had been immersed in the drawing paper, and each stroke used all his strength.

However, if a third person was present at this moment, he would definitely be able to find the strangeness of this scene - because the person in Tsing Yi's painting is not the girl in ancient costume on the cliff.

Tsing Yi painted Lu Qiming.

But what is even more strange is that Tsing Yi still has to look at Yu Wenxuan from time to time between paintings, which is clearly really making some kind of crucial reference.

Time passed silently, and in the blink of an eye, it was a full three hours.

When Tsing Yi put down the brush, his arm trembled uncontrollably, obviously tired to the point of losing his strength. However, he didn't have time to rest, and reluctantly raised his hand, using the last bit of strength to tear the painting he had just finished to shreds.

Just like Tsing Yi before - in the face of this amazing scene, Yu Wenxuan did not react.

She suddenly appeared in front of Tsing Yi again and said the first sentence of the day.

She said, "There are unknown dangers in the ancient battlefield. I can divide a wisp of will to come into it through your body, and you will have power over all for a short time. But it will cost you twenty years of life—would you?"

Tsing Yi smiled silently.