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Chapter 4 Travel among the Clouds

Jingtian Sect, northwest side.

Wu You was walking on a quiet path through the bamboo forest.

The sunlight passes through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, and fine golden spots fall on the ground. The leaves rustle in the bamboo forest, and the fragrance of earth and green bamboo pour into the nose...

He walked briskly and hummed a tune that no one in this world had ever heard before. His fingers brushed the green bamboo joints beside him, and his fingertips felt slightly cold.

At the end, an elegant courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles stands in the forest clearing.

The location here is remote, and there is no second building within three to five miles. It can be said that the environment is quiet and no one disturbs it.

It was a place he chose himself.

On the day of his apprenticeship, when Jiang Bing led him through the bamboo forest on an inch-thick layer of soft fallen leaves, he decided to live here at the first glance.

Open the door and enter the hospital.

There is only a stone table, two bamboo chairs, and a small well in the corner.

After shaking down the well rope, Wu You fetched a bucket of water, then went into the house to get tea sets and tea leaves, and sat at the stone table to make himself a pot of tea.

There is no fire, just press two fingers together on the teapot, and the water in the pot will boil after a few breaths.

On the basic application of the nature of spiritual power.

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After making tea, Wu You took out the "Basic Sword Controlling Technique" from the storage ring on his hand, placed it on the table and read through it slowly.

"Use your spirit to control your energy, and your energy is contained in your sword..."

The sword formula in the book was read softly from his mouth.

There were no birds chirping in the bamboo forest, only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.

……

After a long time, a sharp sword sound suddenly broke the silence!

"Zheng!"

A flying sword jumped up in surprise and shot straight into the sky.

Wu You stood in the courtyard, making a circle with his fingertips, and the sword in the sky flew back quickly. With a "clang", it was inserted back into the scabbard.

He patted the scabbard and sighed.

"Alas...it's still not enough."

It's the sound of the flying sword piercing the sky.

Although it sounds nice, it actually shouldn't be there.

Take an arrow as an example. When it flies through the air, there should be only a very light "whoosh" sound as it breaks through the air.

The sound of the sword is actually caused by the imprecise operation of spiritual power, which causes the sword body to vibrate at high frequencies in a very small range - just like a tuning fork.

It would be fine if there was only sound, but the flying sword is meant to stand on people, standing on an iron tool that vibrates so vividly...

My feet are numb.

Even the big feet of the foundation-building realm can't bear such a bump.

After adjusting the path of spiritual power in his mind, Wu You put his two fingers together, held his breath and concentrated, and raised his sword again.

"Clang—"

This time there was only a brief sound of unsheathing, and then there was no more noise.

Become!

Wu You looked at the sword suspended in the air and was very satisfied.

He raised the Sword Control Technique, his mind moved slightly, and the sword circled back and forth around him as if it was spiritual.

As he stepped onto the flying sword, the long sword only sank slightly and stopped firmly.

"Ha ha!!!"

He was quite excited.

Flying like a bird has been a dream dream of people in his hometown for many years, but now it has been realized by him.

Looking up, above the blue sky, the floating clouds in the sky are changing their postures.

Just like inviting you to travel with me.

Pouring spiritual power, his feet were firmly fixed on the sword, and the patterns on the sword's body lit up with a faint light due to the full spiritual power.

The next moment, a circle of smoke and dust was stirred up on the ground.

One person and one sword have turned into streams of light and shot straight into the sky!
……

The flying sword's wake turned, and Wu You's sword pierced holes in the clouds.

Sometimes he stops his sword skills and lets his body fall far away from the top of the cloud...

When it was close to the ground, it drew an arc and flew close to the ground, passing through the bamboo forest, and the strong wind caused the bamboo branches to fall to one side.

……

Wu You didn't fall back to the ground until the clouds in the sky and himself were dyed golden red by the setting sun.

Throwing the sword away, he lay down on the chair.

He put his head on the back of the chair, looked up at the sky that had been playing with him for a long time, his eyes were lost in thought, and he murmured:

"This is...so cool..."

It felt like I hung up the phone with my boss, skipped work, and went to play the big pendulum, roller coaster, surfing, skiing... several times in turn.

He finally felt that he was getting closer to the immortal cultivator who flew into the sky with a crane and defeated demons with his sword in his childhood fantasy.

No dreams tonight.

.........

The next day.

When Wu You flew up to Cuiyun Peak leisurely on his flying sword, Jiang Bing spurted the tea in his mouth three feet away.

"No... You'er, please tell me again, how long have you been practicing like this?"

"Almost two hours?"

Wu You tried hard to remember that as a modern person who is used to being able to tell the time at any time, he really had no sense of time when he came here.

Not sure.

"Good! Good!!!"

Jiang Bing slapped his thigh.

"My disciple is gifted by nature!"

He still remembered that when he was practicing the Sword Control Technique during his foundation building period, it took more than half a month before he could make the sword float crookedly.

In fact, considering the long lifespan of a monk, this time is already quite short for practicing a spell, but when Wu You practices any technique, it takes less than a fraction of their time.

oops! !Why does he have such good eyesight?
Thinking of this, Jiang Bing slapped his thigh again.

There was an air explosion, and the cups, plates, and vases in the cave shook three times.In the excitement, I forgot to stop.

If these things were not mortal objects, they would have been shattered all over the ground.

After using the mental technique to calm down his mood, Jiang Bing looked at Wu You with burning eyes: "Ahem, You'er, what other techniques do you want to practice? Stop thinking about it on your own, I will teach you personally!"

"master."

Wu You had already walked to the futon, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and calmed down as usual, and started practicing the Daily Weekly Qi Sutra.

"Don't be impatient when it comes to spiritual practice. If your mind is at peace, the path will appear. If your mind is confused, the path will be difficult to understand."

"Alright alright……"

Jiang Bing had no choice but to sit back on the futon angrily, but he did not practice. He just closed his eyes and rested his mind.

He has encountered a bottleneck and is unable to move forward.

And with Wu You's cultivation speed, it would not take more than a hundred years for him to surpass him in cultivation, which would only be the blink of an eye for the ten thousand years of life of a monk in the transformation stage.

He didn't want to miss this eternal bloom just because he closed his eyes for a moment.

…………

Today is sunny and clear.

Qiu Yunqing was responsible for cleaning the front hall this time.

With a damp cloth in his hand, he carefully wiped the last white porcelain bottle, and the work was considered finished.

"Finally done."

He breathed a sigh of relief and put away his cleaning tools.

【Little Lord……】

A thought came from the ring hanging on his chest.

【Don't talk to me. 】

Qiu Yunqing also responded with his thoughts, but he was not angry.

[Young Master, you must understand me]

"I understand your size!"

There was no one around, so he couldn't help but blurt out, his tone full of embarrassment.

"Look at what exercises you picked! Senior Brother Wu must have thought that I chose that kind of exercise because I had read too many stories about the world!"

The voice of the old man in the precepts was very aggrieved:

[But...but the name of the powerful technique in the past was really overbearing! 】

"Then you will die if you come out and try to blind yourself? I called you so many times!"

【This...cough cough...】

The old man was speechless. He secretly felt that the Jingtian Sect's foundation-building disciple had seen through him, which made the hairs on his body stand on end.

But he had no evidence, and when he came back to his senses, it was more like his own delusion.

[Young Master—I know I was wrong, please calm down—]

"I'll spare you for now, but I won't do it again next time!"

Qiu Yunqing was already on his way to the Guanshi Pavilion with his tools. After registering, it was the free practice time left for the handymen every day.

……

The room of the handyman disciple is very small.

There is only a set of wooden tables, chairs and a bed in the room, which is all it can accommodate.

Qiu Yunqing was sitting on the bed, working on the book "The Proud Dragon King's Wuji Kung" that he had taken from the Sutra Pavilion before. A layer of golden brilliance covered his body, making him feel extraordinary.

According to Qin Yu, the spirit in the ring.

This skill is a lower-level derivative of an ancient skill.Although the effect cannot be compared with the original, it is more than enough to surpass today's techniques.

There are faint formation patterns emerging on the walls and doors.

It was Qin Yu who set up restrictions to prevent outsiders from suddenly breaking in, which shows how extraordinary this technique is.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

A layer of dragon scales gradually appeared on Qiu Yunqing's skin, and his face also took on a look of pain.

"Old Qin..."

He called out in pain.

A black-haired old man hurriedly condensed from the ring on the table. This was Qin Yu, the spiritual servant of the Qiu family who was sealed in the ring.

Qin Yu quickly approached Qiu Yunqing and tapped his eyebrows with her fingers, and the layer of dragon scales was forced down in a moment.

Qin Yu's spiritual body looked solemn: "It's so fast..."

On the bed, Qiu Yunqing, who had finally recovered, was panting heavily and sweating profusely. He raised his head and asked, "What is going on?"

Qin Yu frowned and explained:

"This World-Proud Dragon King Wuji Kung Fu will bring practitioners physical strength and spiritual power that far exceed those of the same realm."

"It's just that each level requires the blood of dragon monsters to assist in cultivation. Originally, I planned to get some dragon blood alone in the future."

Speaking of this, Qin Yu shook his head.

"I just didn't expect that the young master is so compatible with this technique, and that the body's need for dragon bloodline will develop so quickly."

Qiu Yunqing rubbed his forehead: "What should we do?"

He didn't want to experience the pain and brutal feeling that invaded his consciousness just now.

"I'll leave tomorrow, leave the clan, and find a dragon beast to kill."

........................

Jiang Bing was numb.

That afternoon, Wu You originally arranged time for him to practice the "Yue-Breaking Sword Art", but he insisted on rolling up his sleeves and guiding him personally.

So...

Jingtian Sect, at the foot of Wenxin Cliff, Jiang Bing is looking up at the northern sky at a 45-degree angle.

His eyes were dull and he was muttering.

"It can't be so fast... This can't be done... It can't be like this..."

The purpose of the Yue-Breaking Sword technique is to break through strong bones.

Not far away, a young man in white swung his sword.

A piece of black black rock more than ten feet high broke in response.

The cross section is as flat as a mirror.

(End of this chapter)