Seven character cards for opening rewards

Chapter 63
"Uh, what I mean is... Elder Gao has invited me again and again. As the seventh elder of the Haoqi Sect, if I keep rejecting it, I am afraid that people will talk about arrogance behind my back. Going down the mountain, just going down the mountain and turning around."

The voice just fell.

Gan Tang immediately tugged at Ning Lang's sleeve and said, "Master, I'll go too."

"what are you going to do?"

"I don't care." Gan Tang pouted and said proudly, "I just want to go!"

Ning Lang said helplessly: "Let's talk about it."

Mei Qinghe smiled slightly and continued: "Except for Xishu Jianmen, there are very few people who can use swords in the Seven Great Immortal Gates, so this time there will be more people in the Sword Questioning Conference. There are three people who are fighting with you for sword and armor."

Mei Qinghe is here to give Ninglang science knowledge.

Ning Lang waits for the next paragraph.

"In addition to the female swordsman Qiuyuebai I just mentioned, there is also Dongfang Lai, who is known as the little swordsman. He learned from Xiaopingshan Xiahe, and his cultivation level is not necessarily lower than yours. There is another person who is all in the world. The No. 1 kendo under the age of Jiazi recognized among sword cultivators."

"Sword Do No. 1?" Ning Lang raised his mouth slightly, and said with a smile, "Who is it?"

"Lu Qingxuan, the junior brother of the Sect Master of the Sword Gate of Xishu."

Ning Lang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Shouldn't the younger brother of the sect master of Xishu Jianmen be from your generation? Aren't you afraid of losing face if you are still arguing with young people?"

"The condition of the sword-questioning conference is that the age should not exceed the age of Jiazi, and Lu Qingxuan is only 40 years old this year."

"So young?"

Mei Qinghe nodded and said, "That's right, officially because of his talent, the previous generation of Xishu Jianmen's sect master made an exception to accept him as his apprentice."

Ning Lang wrote down the names, then used a stick to pick out one of the baked sweet potatoes, and rolled it in the snow twice to cool down the surface. Ning Lang carefully peeled off the blackened skin on the surface. The fragrance filled everyone's nose.

"Here you are." Ning Lang handed the sweet potato to Gan Tang, and then Gan Tang, who was still sulking, smiled again.

Ning Lang peeled off another one: "Come on, Xiaohua is for you."

"Thank you... Engong."

After Ning Lang peeled the third one, he ate it by himself. He didn't forget to say to Jiang Chen and the others, "You guys take it yourself."

Jiang Chen and Lin Qiu quickly divided up the sweet potatoes.

Everyone in Mei Qinghe was dumbfounded.

Good boy, you are such a sweet potato that you are reluctant to give it to me!

Mei Qinghe was not polite. When he saw that there were still two sweet potatoes in the stove, he waved directly, and the two blackened sweet potatoes were in his hands.

"Don't be shameless, I didn't tell you to eat."

"Ning Lang, Ning Lang, you are going to be the suzerain in the future, so you can't be so stingy." After speaking, Mei Qinghe got up and quickly disappeared in front of Ning Lang.

Ning Lang smiled and scolded "old thing", washed his hands, and went back to the house to practice.

……

evening.

Jiang Chen, Gan Tang, and Jiang Keran practiced the exercises in the wind and snow. The snowflakes fluttered and the aura filled the sky. They looked so handsome.

Lin Qiu sat on the threshold and stared blankly there. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, when will I be able to practice the exercises like brothers and sisters?"

"Wait until you break through to the Qi Refining Realm."

"Okay!" Lin Qiu nodded heavily, and soon sat down cross-legged, and began to cultivate his own realm using the method taught by Jiang Chen.

Ning Lang smiled with satisfaction, seeing that the three apprentices were practicing, Ning Lang felt itchy for a while, got up and drew his sword into the air, and began to practice Taiyi Qingshui swordsmanship. He moved very fast, even Jiang Chen also A white shadow can be seen flying through the air.

kendo.

The superficiality can be divided into four stages, namely, the first glimpse of the door, the entrance into the room, the perfection, and the completion.

Ning Lang's sword practice has now reached the peak stage of perfection, and if he goes up one level, he has broken through to a level that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

But reaching greatness is not the end of kendo.

On top of this, you can also develop your own kendo.

Ning Lang has already heard about Xia He mentioned by Mei Qinghe in the morning. He has been famous in this world for more than sixty years and is known as the Xiaopingshan Sword Master. He broke through to the level of mastery at the age of 50 , and then kept the sword for 30 years. At the age of 80, he created his own wild wave kendo, which has become a blockbuster since then.

Ning Lang practiced over and over again in the air, his speed was getting faster and faster, Jiang Chen and the others at the edge of the cliff had long stopped, staring at Ning Lang's figure in the air.

at this time.

Ning Lang's mind was completely empty. He knew the movements of Taiyi Qingshui swordsmanship in his chest. Just like memorizing poems, he had to think about poems in his mind at first, but after he knew them, he could blurt them out without going through his mind.

Ning Lang was at this stage now, he didn't even think about the next sword move in his mind, he just followed his instinct.

A little bit.

It's just a little bit closer to reaching the realm that has already reached the end.

Not enough, not enough.

Ning Lang tightened his grip on the sword, and the rolling aura made his sleeves puff up. His hand and sword had become one, and his whole person had entered a state of 'selflessness'. In the words here, this was an epiphany!
……

Treasure Pavilion on the ninth floor.

The old man and Mei Qinghe stood side by side by the window.

a while.

The old man instructed Mei Qinghe, "He's still a breath away, go get him a jug of wine."

"Wine?" Mei Qinghe was puzzled.

"Go!"

Mei Qinghe hurriedly retired and took the wine he brought back from Jiangnan last time. He came all the way into the sky and said loudly to Ning Lang in the air: "Ning Lang! Pick up the wine!"

Ning Lang swept forward, took a pot of wine, raised his head and drank it.

Under the influence of wine, his consciousness began to become more and more blurred...

At this time, the snow turned to heavy snow.

Ning Lang took the sword and returned to the position directly above Miaomiao Peak again, and continued to use the sword.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Jiang Keran raised his eyebrows and said, "Master doesn't seem to be practicing swords now."

"Well, Master is not practicing swords."

"What is the master doing?"

"We're learning from each other," Jiang Chen said.

"Let's learn from each other?" Jiang Keran was even more puzzled, and he asked, "Who to learn from."

"And snow."

"Snow?!"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, look at the snowflakes on your body."

Jiang Keran, Gan Tang, Song Zhifei, and Lin Qiu looked down at their clothes.

Pieces of crystal clear snowflakes fell on the clothes, and they were all divided into two, and even a complete snowflake could not be found.

"This!"

"Take the snowflakes as your enemy?"

The five looked up in unison, their faces full of surprise.

Mei Qinghe smiled and looked ahead, feeling the sword intent emanating from Ning Lang, he murmured to himself, "My Great Spirit Sect has also become a Sword Immortal..."

"Stop for me!"

In mid-air, Ning Lang raised his head to look at the vast white sky, and brazenly drew his sword.

After this sword.

The heavy snow stopped for five breaths of time.

"Yan!" Ning Lang put his sword into the sheath and made a clear, clear chant, and he fell back to the ground without a single snowflake all over his body.

Breathing out a sigh of turbid air, Ning Lang looked at Mei Qinghe and said with a smile, "I owe you a jug of wine. When I come back from Xishu Jianmen, I will return you ten jugs."

"Good good."

Mei Qinghe laughed and left.

……

　The protagonist does not pretend to be forceful all day, and the author feels uncomfortable.

　　Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to count the tickets?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)