"Brother, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"
Chu Xuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and Dan Kou almost stained the other person's moon-white collar.
In the shadow cast by the green pines, Ning Wuque had a gentle smile on his face.
When he heard "The Tiancan silk should be given to Xu Yunfan", the knuckles holding the sword suddenly turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand wriggled like earthworms. This flaw lasted only for a moment.
Ning Wuque's gentle expression suddenly froze, and then quickly turned cold. He looked at Chu Xuan deeply.
"Are you serious about what you said?"
Chu Xuan nodded repeatedly: "I heard Dad say this myself. Senior Brother, go and talk to Dad. With your seniority in the Tianchan Sect, it will never be Xu Yunfan's turn to use the Tiancan silk."
After a long silence, Ning Wuque, who was standing in the shadows, suddenly smiled, but this smile made people feel a little chilling.
"Junior sister, be careful with your words."
The dragon pattern on the hilt of the sword poked his palm, and Ning Wuque's voice was still as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the willows.
"Junior Brother Xu is a martial arts prodigy that only appears once in a century..."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked up. The sunlight was just obscured by floating clouds, and the scholar's face in the shadows actually took on a sinister look. "Just like Uncle Liu Tianyun from twenty years ago."
He slowly turned his head, looking like an eagle or a wolf.
"It is a blessing for Tianchan Sect to have Junior Brother here. Junior Sister, please don't say anything that is detrimental to unity. Let's not talk about this matter anymore."
Chu Xuan was so shocked by the look that she took a half step back, and the dry branches broken by her embroidered shoes made a crisp sound.
When she came to her senses, Ning Wuque had already returned to the center of the martial arts field and was gently instructing his fourth junior brother on the key points of Tianchan Jin.
The morning light gilded his profile, as if the momentary distortion just now was just an illusion.
"Blockhead!"
The silver bell on the girl's wrist trembled as she stamped her feet. Suddenly, she patted her head and thought that it would be the same if she went to talk to her father herself.
She immediately turned around and headed straight for the back mountain.
When passing by Xu Yunfan, she suddenly turned around and flicked her sleeves, and the silver needle, hidden by the wide sleeves, went straight to the opponent's Zusanli acupoint. This was her seventh attempt this month.
Xu Yunfan kicked the rubble away seemingly unintentionally, and a green brick under his feet exploded and splashed. With a crisp tinkling sound, the silver needle just sank into the green brick.
Chu Xuan no longer hesitated and immediately walked towards the mountain behind the mountain gate. When she passed by Xu Yunfan who happened to be coming out of the back mountain, she rolled her eyes when she saw the other party looking at her, snorted coldly, and quickly passed by.
Xu Yunfan turned around and watched Chu Xuan's crimson skirt disappear at the end of the stone path, a sneer escaping from his nose.
This woman's infatuation with Ning Wuque is simply laughable. If she considers Ning Wuque's loud fart as heavenly music, she would probably even have the night incense bucket in the toilet carved with flowers and inlaid with jade as a sacrifice.
She is really a green tea woman. In the past month, he has finally realized that this woman's mind is all on Ning Wuque. Whenever Ning Wuque sticks out his butt, she has to worry about what to do if he gets diarrhea.
Ning Wuque could easily make this pure love-brain dizzy with just a few casual teasing words.
I don't know what to say.
Three days later, at the foot of Jilei Mountain.
Ning Wuque stood in front of the mountain gate in a green shirt, with a top-grade silver dragon sword slung across his waist, and the blood marks on the sword were faintly visible in the morning light.
Behind him, the third senior brother Pi Zhian carried a nine-ring broadsword on his back, and the fourth senior brother Zhu Yi had a double-edged sword hanging from his waist. More than two hundred disciples lined up in an orderly manner, and the murderous aura soared into the sky.
"Set off."
Ning Wuque gave an order and the team meandered down the mountain like a long dragon.
He looked back at the mountain gate, his gaze lingering on the plaque of Tianchan Gate for a moment, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chen Tiangang watched him go away and said.
"Yujing Dao is the most prosperous and flourishing of the entire Great Zhou. It is nourished by the vast resources from all directions, and has countless rare treasures. Seven of the nine top sects in the Great Zhou are located in Yujing Dao, and Yujing City occupies 30% of Yujing Dao's resources.
The 100,000 Tiger Guards and Black Armored Soldiers are all Daoist warriors, and the leading general is a marrow training master."
They are all martial artists who have entered the Dao!
Xu Yunfan was shocked. A martial artist who had just entered the Dao Sect had to eat much more than an ordinary person. He had to practice martial arts every day and also provide himself with blood-qi pills and nourishing food.
For an army of 100,000, the daily resource supply is an astronomical figure.
Hearing Xu Yunfan's doubts, Chen Tiangang snorted.
"A martial artist who has just entered the Dao must consume ten kilograms of lean meat and three Qi and Blood Pills every day."
"A hundred thousand troops, a million kilograms of meat alone would be needed every day, and three hundred thousand Qi and Blood Pills..."
"No wonder, back when I was in Changyi, Qingzhou, those scholars said that Wuzhou's incense was no match for a mustard moss disease. Among the sixteen prefectures in Yanbei Road, Wuzhou is insignificant..."
Xu Yunfan lowered his eyes, thinking back to when he had crossed Wuzhou from north to south, Dingbei City, Dayi City, Feihe Pass...
One city after another was almost completely massacred by the war started by the Incense Sect.
Those are all living lives, but in the eyes of the upper class, they are just a string of cold numbers.
Xu Yunfan shook his head, his eyes darkening. His strength was not enough yet, and thinking about these things would only add to his troubles. It would be better for him to spend more time practicing.
In the following days, without Ning Wuque, Chu Xuan, this woman, also settled down in peace and stability. Xu Yunfan basically would not show up unless there was something wrong. He would wait for an opportunity to kill her. Now that his master Chen Tiangang was around, it was difficult for him to do so.
If there is an opportunity at the foot of the mountain, he will definitely not let it go.
Every day, he practiced Tianchan Jin in the morning, practiced Cloak Hammer at noon, stretched his tendons and muscles in the evening, and practiced Lin character seal with his hands and chanted the mantra of Shangshan Ruoshui at night.
He has almost a full schedule for the day.
In the dim morning light, Xu Yunfan stood shirtless on the top of the mountain.
He stretched out his arms, his bones made frequent crackling sounds, his muscles became twisted like dragons, and dark red blood lines under his skin moved like snakes.
As the Tianchan Power was in operation, the blue veins flexed, and patterns like cicada wings appeared faintly.
"drink!"
With a low shout, the fist whistled.
The bluestone ten steps away shattered with a sound, and among the debris, fine vibration marks could be seen on the edge of the fist print.
Xu Yunfan stopped and exhaled, a gleam in his eyes.
"You diligently practiced the Heavenly Cicada Power, becoming increasingly proficient in the bone-trembling, cicada-sounding power. You can use it at will. You finally found the key, and your mastery of the Heavenly Cicada Power has increased."
Every time he saw the proficiency prompt on the horizon, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.
After dinner, at noon, on the martial arts field.
Xu Yunfan held the Lei Gu Weng Golden Hammer in his hand. His arms were muscular and veins were bulging. The heavy steel hammer made a whistling sound when he swung it.
"Bang!"
With one blow of the hammer, the bluestone ground cracked like a spider web.
Xu Yunfan spun around and swung his other hammer, sending a flurry of explosions through the air. This was his daily practice of the Cloak Hammer Technique, designed to strengthen his muscles and increase his strength.
Although this Red Copper Cloak Wind Hammer has not been perfected yet, his proficiency is steadily increasing with daily practice.
It is not far from the true state of perfect skin training.