God-slaughtering King

Nanmen Feng, the party concerned, only smiled faintly and did not comment. Instead, Mu Pengcheng sighed and regretted, complaining that Nanmen Feng missed the heaven given opportunity.

In the past five days, nanmenfeng found that he had a problem in cultivation. The old man's startling sword seen at the top of the mountain of wanjianzong, the momentum on the yubinglan challenge arena and the artistic conception seen from the back of Wang Sheng flashed in my mind.

Different people, different momentum and deliberate imitation make Nanmen Maple's breath unstable, and there are faint signs of going crazy. We can't go on like this. The only way to solve the problem is to find Wang Sheng.

After five days, nanmenfeng came to the place where King Sheng lived again. The scenery remains the same, but people's mood is different. Will King Sheng meet him? Nanmen maple is inevitably a little uneasy.

"Younger generation, Nanmen maple, ask to see elder Sheng Wang." Lang Sheng said, and Nanmen Maple stood quietly outside the courtyard, waiting for the response of Sheng Wang in the courtyard.

Before long, a soft voice sounded, "come in!"

At the same time, he secretly scolded himself for his villain's heart. King Sheng's mind and bearing are more than ordinary people.

Through the front yard, he came to the place where he met Wang Sheng last time, but this time there was another person around him, a person whom Nanmen Feng didn't want to see, yubinglan!

"Younger generation, Nanmen Feng, I've seen King Sheng. I didn't know the identity of King Sheng last time. Please forgive me for being rude." Nanmen Feng bowed and said faintly.

"Oh?" Wang Sheng slowly turned around, looked at Nanmen Feng with interest and said, "you know my identity now. If the old story is mentioned again, what's your choice?"

When Nanmen Feng heard the speech, he looked stunned and said with a bitter smile, "why does King Sheng tease the younger generation? Although Nanmen Feng is not talented, he respects his teachers and respects the way. He still knows the minimum etiquette. Please forgive the sin."

"Don't know what's good or bad." Nanmen Feng refused again. The pretty face under the rain ice haze gauze was cold and said coldly.

Wang Sheng just stared at Nanmen Feng and turned a deaf ear to Yu binglan's words. After a long time, he sighed, "you and I have no chance and can't force it. I know the purpose you came to me. Sit down and talk."

With Wang Sheng's accomplishments, he naturally saw the problem of Nanmen Maple at a glance. After just two meetings, Nanmen Feng knew something about Wang Sheng's temperament. He immediately sat on the ground and sat in front of Wang Sheng.

The scene fell into yubinglan's eyes, and his sour feeling surged up. Then he said secretly, "they are more like teachers and disciples. No wonder master Yun never forgets to take him as an apprentice."

"Lan'er, you sit too." Wang Sheng gently waved to Yu binglan to sit beside him. Looking at the messy fallen leaves on the ground, Yu binglan frowned. After a meal, he still did it.

Wang Sheng's casual eyes flashed a trace of gloom and didn't speak.

The three sat quietly under the ancient tree. King Sheng didn't speak, and the other two naturally didn't dare to speak first.

I don't know when a breeze suddenly blew in the air, and the dead leaves on the ancient trees whirled and fell slowly. It fell on Wang Sheng's long hair and purple robe, and also on Nanmen maple and yubinglan.

Wang Sheng didn't move, but his eyes slowly closed, and an indescribable momentum spread out in the courtyard. Nanmen Feng's eyes lit up. He was familiar with this momentum. It was what he saw when he saw King Sheng that day.

"Preach by body?" Nanmen Feng stared at Wang Sheng's every move for fear of missing the opportunity. Yu binglan on one side also noticed Wang Sheng's move, flashed an excited color in Qiao's eyes, and then calmed down.

After a long time, Nanmen Maple still got nothing. Looking at Wang Sheng's close figure, nanmenfeng suddenly remembered the scene five days ago, woke up and scolded himself for being stupid.

Immediately slowly close your eyes and feel the rhythm in the air.

Nanmen Maple first heard his heartbeat, and then heard his breathing. It was long and powerful. The air flowed slowly with each breath.

The figure of King Sheng clearly appeared in my mind. He sat under the dead tree branches and integrated with the surrounding heaven and earth, as if he had never changed since the beginning of heaven and earth.

What's that? Nanmen Maple's mind flashed the figure of the old man seen at the top of Jianfeng again. Sitting in the millennium before Wujian stone, the familiar artistic conception made Nanmen Maple's heart tremble and everything in his mind dissipated.

When he opened his eyes, he saw King Sheng still sitting in place. Nanmen Feng pressed down his excited mood and closed his eyes again, but found it difficult to return to the situation just now.

Nanmen Feng's heart was restless because he found that his greatest harvest in wanjianzong was not the sword meaning he learned from the old man's startling sword, but to see the old man sit dead for thousands of years. Although Nanmen Feng still doesn't understand what can he bring? But he knew that it would be an unspeakable wealth, a wealth that could not be bought by all yuan stones in the world.

"You're upset, let's stop here!" King Sheng's voice sounded, with a faint disappointment.

Nanmen Feng slowly opened his eyes, stood up, bowed and bowed, "thank you for preaching the kindness of King Sheng."

"Oh?" Wang Sheng looked surprised and said, "do you understand?"

Feng Gong in the South Gate said, "it's too arrogant to understand. I just have a little experience. I'm going to ask Wang Sheng."

"You say."

Nanmen Feng said, "the elder taught the way of nature, not humanity. It's better to learn from nature and take heaven and earth as the teacher, so as to seek the supreme martial way."

Wang Sheng looked at Nanmen Feng in disbelief. He was shocked for a long time and couldn't calm down. "He really understood!" he realized it when he was about to break through King Wu. He broke through King Wu in one fell swoop after living in seclusion for three years. In a short period of more than ten years, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and has surpassed many old generation King Wu.

"But how old is he this year?" this feeling can only be meaningful and unspeakable. If you understand it, you don't need to say it clearly; If you don't understand, it's useless to say it.

Wang Sheng suddenly burst out laughing. He was as crazy as a madman. Yu binglan was stunned. "Master Yun has always been gentle and elegant. How could he be so rude?"

After a long time, Wang Sheng suddenly stopped his voice, looked up at the South Gate maple and said slowly, "although you and I have no name of teachers and disciples, we have the reality of teachers and disciples. In the future, no one deserves to be your teacher. Go."

Nanmen Feng bowed again and then turned to walk outside the hospital.

"After a month, I will officially accept Lan'er as an apprentice. I will reserve a place for you at that time."

Just as Nanmen Feng walked out of the courtyard, Wang Sheng's voice sounded from the courtyard behind him, as if it fell on Nanmen Feng's ear.

The breath gradually stabilized, the breathing slowed down, and a gust of air was brought into the air. I don't know how long later, there was a roaring sound in the hut, like dull thunder.

Mind and body are integrated, body and nature are integrated, which is mysterious. It can be meaningful but unspeakable. No wonder King Qiang Rusheng only preached by himself without saying a word.

A month passed quickly.

Mu Pengcheng is anxiously wandering outside the maple gate of the south gate. His eyes are always focused on the closed door. He wants to come forward several times and retreats back.

"What's the matter? He hasn't come out for a month. What level is closed?" Mu Pengcheng is very anxious. He has been waiting for three days.

Three days ago, Wang Sheng specially sent someone to invite Nanmen Feng to attend the apprenticeship ceremony. How glorious it is for a king of martial arts to invite a warrior in the spiritual realm. South Gate maple is good. It can't be closed.

It's almost noon. I'm afraid I won't catch up if I don't come out again.

What really worries Mu Pengcheng is that if nanmenfeng doesn't go, he can't go either. This is a rare opportunity for talented disciples from all sides to gather at such a grand event.

"Zhi!" the maple door of the south gate opened gently, and a blue figure appeared at the door, bathed in the warm sun and stood quietly.

At the turn of autumn and winter, the noon sun shines warm on the white face of maple in the south gate. He looks up at the scorching sun and his eyes are blurred. Stretched his waist, sat dry for a month, refreshed and refreshed, without the slightest fatigue.

"You've finally come out!" Mu Pengcheng strode forward, pulled up Nanmen Feng's arm and walked away.

The sudden move startled Nanmen Feng, gently waved away from Mu Pengcheng, grabbed his arm and said in surprise: "what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Mu Pengcheng stamped his feet angrily by Nanmen Feng's confused expression and said loudly, "what else do you ask me for? Do you know how long you've been closed? What day is today?"

"Today?" Nanmen Feng thought a little and said calmly, "I've only been closed for a few days. Are you in such a hurry? What day is today?"

"A few days?" Mu Pengcheng shouted, "it's been a month. Today is the day when King Sheng holds the apprenticeship ceremony. It's too late if you don't go!"

one month? Nanmen Feng was stunned on the spot. He only felt that a few days had passed, but it had been a month. It's not that he hasn't been closed for a long time before, but he often feels that the time is very long, except this time.

"Does it matter to you that Wang Sheng accepts disciples?" Mu Pengcheng's anxious expression surprised Nanmen Feng and asked immediately.

"Er..."

Mu Pengcheng looked at Nanmen Maple blankly, his eyes flickered. A moment later, he hesitated and said, "King Sheng sent someone to invite you three days ago. I asked. You can take your entourage."

entourage? Suddenly, Nanmen Feng's eyes were full of banter, "you mean, are you willing to be my entourage?"

Mu Pengcheng's face turned red and said loudly, "it's just an expedient measure. Why not? A man can bend and stretch."

"It's not impossible to be my entourage," said Nanmen Feng. He looked at Mu Pengcheng thoughtfully. He looked at himself eagerly, and his eyes were full of eager color.

"You have to tell me why you want to go to the ceremony. Don't lie!"

"This..." Mu Pengcheng hesitated, looked up at the sky, as if he had made great determination, and whispered, "I just want to see what the first beauty of Ziyun university looks like."

Nanmen Feng smiled. Speaking of it, he has never seen what yubinglan looks like. Even at the residence of King Sheng, yubinglan still covers his face with gauze. Everyone has a love of beauty, not to mention a vigorous young man.

"Well, for the sake of your honesty, I'll try my best to take you back as my entourage."

When Mu Pengcheng heard the speech, he was glad to look out. He quickly pulled up the maple at the south gate and left. He murmured, "go, it's too late to play again."