A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

At night, the stars are dotted, the moon is in the sky, and the dusty cliff is breeze, and it is coming.

Everyone in the Fallen School is on the Fallen Cliff. At night is the time for the head to teach the disciples. It is better to talk about the cold than to teach. Everyone in the Fallen School will gather here to listen to the teachings of the head.

Under the old banyan tree, Feng Haochen lay on the Taishi chair, looking into the distance. The star-studded village is looming, so hazy in the moonlight, serene and quiet. Uncle An was sitting next to the head of the hand, holding a palm fan, and fanned the head of the hand. Both Kongkong and Miaomiao lingered on the swing, slapstick from time to time, and sometimes the whole person swayed out of the cliff, somehow no one worried about their safety.

Lying south on the stone slab, looking at the stars, I wonder what I was thinking. It is said that sitting on the periphery of the stone slab, his feet hanging, and looking into the distance. Lan Ling'er was lying on the stone slab, her hands resting on her chin, watching the empty and Miaomiao swinging. Mu Yu was sitting on the branch of a banyan tree. The tree was always his best companion. He had also been paying attention to the two little babies who were getting higher and higher, fearing that they would fly out.

"Master, why do I think our martial arts and other martial arts do not seem to be the same?" Mu Yu asked to break the peace.

Feng Haochen smiled slightly and asked, "What do you think of the other schools?"

Mu Yu thought about it seriously and said, "The other schools have always been prosperous people. I'm afraid there are no fewer than 800 disciples. Why are there so few people in our school?"

"Ningque is not overwhelming, it is the principle of our martial arts." Feng Haochen said lightly, "It doesn't matter if our martial arts are big or not, my apprentices have always been one-of-a-kind. I basically don't come from the academy to take the students, Muyu. First."

Mu Yu blushed a little bit. At the time, he was thinking that he should never be selected by the penultimate falling dust. Unfortunately, people never accept students. His master appeared in the academy and he just walked around. If not, Mu Yu might be now. He also became the grey disciple at the bottom of the school, and thankfully he made the right choice last night.

"But I didn't see how special I am! I'm just the son of a farmer in a small mountain village. I didn't even go to the school. Why did you take me in the first place?" Xiang Nan scratched his head and asked sternly.

Feng Haochen smiled and said: "I think you have a malleable place to take it away. Every one of you has my favorite point. In my opinion, talent is the next most important thing, and temperament is the most important thing. I don't think every one of you A disciple who walks out will lose to other schools, such as the promise, if I let you play against the white wave of the Qingsong school, what do you think is your chance of winning?"

Cheng Yan smiled and said, "Master, I have only seen him once. I think it might be a tie!"

Mu Yu's eyes widened, and Bai Lang was a man. Mu Yu naturally heard about it, but it was like the apprentice of the first big school today, who cultivated himself to be proud of the younger generation. It looks smaller than Bailang, but he doesn't feel that he is worse than Bailang. Is this martial art really a place to lie down?

Mu Yu feels a little unbelievable. If his master is so powerful, why would he enter the fall school? It is because of his talent that he should enter the Qingsong faction. Mu Yu thought that Master would never take an apprenticeship in an academic institution. If you don't take an apprenticeship through an academic institution, how did you come here?

If Feng Haochen didn't judge the admonishment, he continued: "You are more honest and stubborn, you can't speak, your talents are not top-notch, easy to lose money, greedy, and like to sleep..."

"Like farting, it's loud!" Kongkong echoed.

"Sleep still snoring." Miao Miao also added one.

"Do I have no merit," whispered south. Everyone laughed, Xiang Nan himself also blushed, but he wasn't angry, he just smirked with everyone.

"However, you have a wise head, which is very rare. You can accurately calculate the gap between yourself and your opponent, see through others' weaknesses at a glance, analyze other people's moves, and end the battle in the most concise way. This is your biggest. Advantages. Fortunately, you are not very lazy, and cultivation is not slow, otherwise it is a real waste of your agile mind." Feng Haochen said.

Xiang Nan was embarrassed again, he mumbled a few words, the others didn't hear, Mu Yu could hear clearly on the side: "I can't be lazy when I meet Uncle..." Mu Yu felt like he looked down on Nan It turned out that he still has such a hidden side.

"Ling'er's talent is very good, and his character is tough, but it's just a little simpler. Going out to learn how your brother and brother are doing. As for Muyu..."

Feng Haochen said there was a pause, and everyone looked at him, wondering why his master brought Muyu back this time. Mu Yu also wanted to know why Master would accept himself, if it was just because of his ability to control the wood, it seemed a little far-fetched. He looked at Master, his eyes full of expectations, is it because of his purple talent?

"He is suitable for monasticism." Feng Haochen said briefly.

Everyone didn't understand, and Mu Yu didn't understand. What is suitable for monasticism? Where are the people present not suitable for monasticism? Which disciple of the school is not suitable for monasticism? As long as you have talent, can you practice?

Uncle An kept silent, and when he saw everyone's confusion, he said, "The head of the house means that Mu Yu is the same as Luo Di."

Both Chengyan and Xiangnan had a sudden enlightenment, and looked at Muyu differently. Lan Linger snorted slightly, and Mu Yu was even more confused, like Luo Luo? Who is Luo Di?

"Luo Luo is your second brother." Feng Haochen said. Mu Yu still didn't understand, what did it mean that Luo Wei, the second brother who had never met, was just as suitable for cultivation as his own? Where did this mysterious Second Brother go now? He is suitable for monasticism~www.readwn.com~ So has he pursued his own way?

"Master, what about the two of us? What's going on with my sister Miaomiao?" asked Kong Chong, who climbed into the air.

"It must be because Miao Miao is lovely, brother Kong Kong, you are soaked in by her sister." Miao Miao also climbed up, and the two people always liked Feng Haochen's beard, and Feng Haochen never got angry. .

"You two? I don't know, I regret it a little bit." Feng Haochen touched the empty head with a smile, maybe it was just because the two little naughty boys were cute, maybe because they were extraordinary, but Feng Haochen Didn't say. Mu Yu also wanted to ask something about Luo Shao, but unfortunately both Kongkong and Miaomiao were noisy and noisy, and did not give Muyu a chance.

Late at night, Kongkong and Miaomiao fell asleep on Feng Haochen's lap. Feng Haochen also closed his eyes and snorted southward on the stone slab. Uncle An still fanned Feng Haochen with a blank expression. He hadn't stopped all night, and said that Pan sat on the stone slab, breathed out, and entered a state of spiritual practice.

Lan Ling'er didn't talk much all night. Since she heard Master say that Mu Yu is as suitable as Brother II for monasticism, her expression has not been right. She looked strange at Mu Yu, but Mu Yu didn't notice. That's it. She was in a bad mood. Brother II was the person she cared most about. At this moment, Master returned to Muyu, who was just like Brother II. He wanted to fill the position of Brother II?

With a branch in his mouth, Muyu looked at the same group of people underneath. This person looked very ordinary but unusual. Different from other schools, the people here are very easy-going, not like one. The faction is a big family.

Mu Yu smiled slightly, he felt that he had come to a different world of cultivation.