My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 30 30. The Set
The spring rain has stopped, and after one night, many green buds and red flowers have grown.

Ning Xiaoran thoughtfully told all the disciples not to disturb Xia Yuan, and then suddenly heard Zhu Zhenyue calling her.

"Old Zhu, what's the matter?"

She walked into the training loft following the sound, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the broken wooden head and hand.

She smiled and said: "It seems that Yuan'er is really angry in his heart, and he vented it on the practice wooden figure, but he doesn't blame this child."

Zhu Zhenyue shook his head: "Madam, it's not that one, come and see this painting."

Ning Xiaoran: "I've been watching it for half my life. What's interesting is that I've realized everything that should be realized. There's nothing to hope for. I hope that's it for us. The first grade of Tianfeng is over."

"Where is it so long-winded, come and see!"

Ning Xiaoran felt that her husband was a little strange, so she walked to his side and raised her eyes to look at the ink painting.

At first it looked like nothing.

But suddenly, her expression changed.

White clouds and ink pictures, the heart of the sword is innocent.

And this picture is different from before!

Ning Xiaoran frowned subconsciously: "Old Zhu, what's going on? Someone changed our picture? Could it be that Yuan'er played a prank and destroyed the picture self-righteously? Isn't this child too self-willed? It's too much!!!”

She hid some anger in her voice, no matter how much she regarded Xia Yuan as her own, she still felt that this child had gone too far.

Wuxin Sword Art has been passed down for hundreds of years, and generations of people have guarded it carefully, but now Yuan'er has tampered with this painting, can she not be angry? ?

But Zhu Zhenyue's attitude was very strange, he coughed twice.

Only then did Ning Xiaoran look sideways at her husband.

At this moment, the eyes of this rather elegant palace master in green shirts were shining brightly. He stared at the picture intently, his gaze changed from dull to excited, and then ecstatic.

"Ma'am, your thinking is too simple."

Ning Xiaoran: "Huh?"

Zhu Zhenyue said in an unbelievable tone: "Maybe. Wuxin's quality of swordsmanship has improved."

"Quality improvement? I wish you crazy, right?"

Zhu Zhenyue smiled, his eyes filled with excitement, "Ma'am, you help me guard, no matter what happens, don't disturb me, let me see what is going on with this picture."

Seeing his excitement, Ning Xiaoran was a little worried, "Old Zhu, don't force it, this picture is weird, don't practice it forcefully, or you will suffer from demons. Otherwise, I will pull Yuan'er up and ask ask?"

Zhu Zhenyue shook his head, and said decisively: "Don't call Yuan Er, this is not what Yuan Er can change, I suspect. It was your old ancestor who made the move secretly, it must be Yuan Er who went to tell her during the day, she Only then did he secretly come to help, and gave Yuan'er an idea to observe the picture and comprehend it.

Naturally, she came to change it quietly, otherwise, with Yuan'er's temper, if he knew about it, he would have told us earlier.

Since the old ancestor didn't want Yuan'er to know, then we don't need to be troublesome, otherwise if we offend her, it would be a good thing turned into a scandal.

If it is really improved, we can say it to the outside world. Anyway, this general outline of Jianxin Wugou has not been seen by other disciples other than Yuaner. At that time, we will say that this is the ultimate secret of Wuxin Sword Dao, and it can be covered up. "

The mature and prudent palace lord became more and more eager to try, and his eyes were already attracted to this ink drawing.

In his eyes, a grand master like the White Dragon King has a lot of methods and rich background, so as long as he spends some money, he should be able to improve his skills?

As for how to change it, he didn't know, the Great Grandmaster was extremely mysterious in his eyes and could be said to be omnipotent.

What a blessing to Yuan'er.

Ning Xiaoran thought for a while: "It's likely to be like this, but, Lao Zhu, why do you think the old ancestor was so good to Yuan'er."

Zhu Zhenyue suddenly asked: "Is it true that your ancestor's former lover is very similar to Yuan'er?"

Ning Xiaoran took a sip: "How can I, a junior, know that!"

"Didn't Madam gossip like Lingyun when she was young? Didn't she know anything about it?"

Ning Xiaoran said: "I know where the old ancestor used to be. The holy woman should be a lifelong unmarried lover. I don't know anything else."

Zhu Zhenyue: "Then I can't figure it out. Could it be that the ancestor and Yuan'er are more than 80 years old, and there will be real feelings between them? Can this also be talked about?"

He thought that Xia Yuan spent a whole day in Longwang Temple yesterday!
What can we chat for a day?
This relationship is very abnormal.

Zhu Zhenyue said: "Your ancestor was really kind to Yuan'er. And speaking carefully, Yuan'er did not lose. When Yuan'er's hair is gray, your ancestor is still a young girl."

Ning Xiaoran asked quietly: "Then what about your daughter?"

Zhu Zhenyue wondered: "What's the matter with Lingyun???"

Ning Xiaoran chuckled, walked to the side and pulled up the curtain to let more golden sky light fall in, turned and left, and put her head on her hips again in front of the door, reminding: "Old Zhu, you are not young anymore, take it easy, Don't try your best."

Zhu Zhenyue: "Don't worry."

Snapped.
The door closed.

Ning Xiaoran let out a breath, clasped his hands together and prayed silently, then walked towards the stone steps outside the door.

There was silence in the house behind her.

Zhu Zhenyue looked calm, the gods had no thoughts, his pupils were flooded by the sea of ​​clouds.
twilight.

Unintentional Academy.

Zhu Zhenyue pushed open the door of the attic, stroking his long beard, his face flushed.

"It's amazing. It must be the hands of ghosts and gods to sublimate the concept of this general outline. The seamless connection really deserves to be the great master of Zhenguo."

Looking at her husband's complacency, Ning Xiaoran already had an answer in her heart, "It really happened?"

Zhu Zhenyue nodded, and he took a step forward demonstratively.

The blood energy flows, coincides with the visualization, and then cooperates with the condensed divine vein.
Immediately behind him appeared four phantoms of cloud and mist.

Every round of phantom seems to have substance, and the haze of clouds and mist exceeds the scope of the original "virtual round", and disperses outward, which looks very gorgeous.

Zhu Zhenyue took another step forward, and suddenly leaned forward slightly, holding the long sword in his hand, and unsheathed it with a clang, pointing the sword forward, and slashed out a cold light like splashing snow.

Light flies far.

Others also flew away.

With this sword, other people's swords merge into one.

But Ning Xiaoran's eyes widened. She actually seemed to see a real fairy wielding a sword, but it was just a virtual shape. It was not so clear at all.

Ning Xiaoran couldn't help but exclaimed: "Old Zhu, why are you so fast? And your strength is much stronger than before."

"Thanks to Yuan'er, this is also the formula produced after the cultivation method is sublimated."

The so-called set style is actually a move that is completely different from the mortal world.

The moves in the mortal world are actually angles, speeds, and trajectories, but the fixed formulas of Xuegong Gongfu are not learned, but are produced concomitantly after some kind of visualization.

This kind of mysterious "fixed form" cannot be learned through practice, but by obsessive visualization and then complacency.

And this kind of formula is quite rare.

Ning Xiaoran couldn't help but said: "The old ancestor is really capable. In this case, I quickly called Lingyun, Ao'er, Lao Qi, and other juniors to come and understand."

She was about to leave, but Zhu Zhenyue directly stopped her.

"Old Zhu, what are you doing?"

"Ma'am, what are you in such a hurry for?"

Zhu Zhenyue said: "Follow me to take a look first."

The two entered the attic.

Ning Xiaoran only took one look, and probably understood.

The "taste" of Wuxin Sword Dao Visualization Master Plan of "Sword Heart Wugou" has actually faded.

The sense of reality and layering of the clouds and mist has faded a lot.

Zhu Zhenyue said: "This visualization can only last for a few times. Once it is exhausted, it should return to its original appearance. In other words, Yuan'er, as the first person to comprehend, should have comprehended more than me. Afterwards, considering the limited number of times, we must select disciples to enlighten.”

In fact, Lao Zhu's guess was right, he could only dodge, and Xia Yuan, in addition to dodging, could also create cloud phantoms in a short period of time when his feet stepped on the ground, shrinking the ground to inches, and moving at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Xiaoran's previous ecstasy froze a bit.

But soon relieved.

It is almost impossible for her husband and Yuan'er to be able to improve their grades. This is equivalent to changing their lives. What is there for her to be dissatisfied with?

Zhu Zhenyue said: "Ma'am, you come to comprehend, you are also the first rank of Tianfeng, the third one is up to you to comprehend, and the strength of our school will benefit the most."

Ning Xiaoran recalled how Zhu Ju Neng had failed before, and suddenly said: "Give Ju Neng the third chance, if you can comprehend the fourth time, then I will come
Ju Neng has been hit, if this kid can't walk out, he will be useless, he regards the academy as his home, and I, as a teacher's wife, should think more about him. "

Zhu Zhenyue knows the character of his wife.
He persuaded him a few more words, and Ning Xiaoran was determined to let Zhu Ju Neng come to comprehend first.

Zhu Zhenyue had no choice but to give up.

(End of this chapter)