Martial Arts Master - Chapter 758

[Chapter 107 Spring Rain]

Two days later, the imperial capital was still cold.

When Lou Cheng stepped into the courtyard again, Mr. Mei was taking care of flowers and plants, leisurely and contentedly.

He changed into a short black robe, neither ancient nor modern, his silver hair was much thinner, and his eyes were even more reckless and lonely.

“Junior meets Senior Mei.” Lou Cheng bowed respectfully.

Mr. Mei raised his head, his eyebrows that were about to pop out of his face shook twice, and said with a kind smile:

“The second room on the left.”

“Thank you, senior.” Lou Cheng didn’t babble or gossip. He took a step forward and walked to the left of the courtyard, while Mr. Mei lowered his head and focused on the flowers and plants again, as if nothing mattered.

Stepping up the steps and stopping in front of the destination, Lou Cheng stared at the windowless room for a few seconds, then reached out and pushed open the mottled door with copper locks.

The squeaking sound dragged the elder, and the scene inside slowly appeared in his eyes.

The ground is covered with blue bricks, and nothing is placed. The feeling of emptiness and coldness is beyond words, as if even in summer, it will be like late autumn here.

Lou Cheng didn’t look around, his eyes were directly attracted by a picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall. It was dark and dark around it, and was not shaken by external light. The statue is quite a bit like a Taoist.

With Lou Cheng’s current state and strength, he couldn’t see it clearly. He instinctively took a few steps forward, entered the room, and got closer.

The light in his eyes gathered, like a big sun taking shape, shining ahead, trying to penetrate the darkness.

At this moment, a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the surrounding darkness was covered, boundless, and the distance was bright and dazzling, pure white and dazzling, moving slowly along the mysterious trajectory.

“How did the ‘cosmic starry sky’ that I balance Cheng Dan naturally appear?” Lou Cheng’s thoughts flashed, and suddenly he saw a pure white palm pressing down.

Its five fingers are empty, and its palm is dark and deep, making the starry sky and the universe smaller and more solid.

Click!

The “star” was shattered round by round, the darkness rapidly shrank, returned to one point, and immediately burst into pieces!

Ding Ding Deng!

Lou Cheng took a few steps back and stepped outside the door. Blood spilled from his eyes, ears, nose, and nose. His spirit was obviously lethargic, and his head was aching.

But after a few breaths, he had the feeling that he had fought the “Dragon King” and “Martial Saint” hard!

“This is the Jade Qing Chapter of the Forbidden Ministry? What kind of realm did the predecessors who created this magical art reach? Is it possible to meet but not to ask for it?” Lou Cheng sat down cross-legged, breathed evenly, and then went back and forth in an orderly manner. After visualizing the words “all” and “pro”, I entered a deep sleep.

An hour later, he opened his eyes and recovered.

Lou Cheng stood up and stepped into the house again, looking at the picture scroll shrouded in darkness. The scene was similar, and he held it for a few seconds longer than before.

Twice, three times, when he endured the pain that had not recovered from his deep sleep and wanted to continue to understand, he saw Lao Mei in a short black robe standing at the door.

“Go back, ponder more, and realize more. Before stepping into the forbidden realm, each martial artist will see different scenes because of his own foundation and what he has learned, and the same martial artist’s perception after the time interval will also be different. There are subtle differences.” Mei Lao said in a calm tone, “As long as you keep completing a task every year, you can come and learn once, hehe, you can’t chew too much, so let’s digest it before you harvest it.”

“Yes, Senior Mei.” Lou Cheng restrained the melancholy in his heart.

He turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. When he was about to go out, he suddenly looked back and asked:

“Senior Mei, can I share my experience of the forbidden magic with others?”

“If other warriors don’t mind.” Mei Lao smiled slightly.

In a few days, the finals of the “Super Quality Battle” will start. The defending champion “Wu Sheng” Qian Donglou, the challenger “Dragon King” Chen Qitao, “The Clown” Gu Jianxi and “Ming Wang” Zhihai will start a single round-robin competition. The three have the same record, and the winners and losers form a closed loop, and there will be extra matches.

Lou Cheng and “Queen Luo” Ning Zitong happened in the first scene,

Because of the lottery, “Dragon King” challenged “Wu Sheng”. This time, he won the victory, but was seriously injured.

After that, the peerless Shuangjiao, who suffered both losses, took advantage of the “King Ming” Zhihai. He won three battles and became the “Super Powerhouse” this year. He won his second title, far ahead of his peers such as Lou Cheng, Peng Leyun and Ren Li. Musha.

Not long after the “Super Quality War” ended, the top professional competition reignited the war, and the curtain of the new session was about to open.

The one in charge of this is the last “No. 1 in the world” Dragon Tiger Club. They will sit in Chixia Mountain, Huacheng, to meet the challenge of Guanwaimeng.

Friday afternoon, the sky was overcast with heavy moisture.

A luxury minibus drove out of the airport and headed for the “Guyue Grand Hotel”, and in the car sat the foreigners of the Guanwaimeng and their assistants.

Tang Zexun didn’t wear a kimono anymore, but put on a Kwanwaimeng martial arts uniform with white as the base and red embellishments.

Out of the corner of her eye, she observed Lu Yong who was sitting by the opposite window. She saw his hair was neatly combed back, and he was indifferently admiring the street scene outside. Beside him, leaning against the seat, the dark green scabbard shimmered.

“Well” Tang Zexun didn’t take his eyes back, but adjusted his sitting posture, as if imitating the other party, just like when he first worshipped “Shinzhai-ryu” and was accepted as a disciple by his master.

In those years, when I was still very small, I always imitated Master’s every move, whether it was martial arts or daily habits, so as to cultivate my tolerance and regulate my mind. Only when I became successful in kendo, did I slowly form my own style.

Master once said that every strong person starts by imitating their predecessors!

I will start over myself now, starting from imitating Senior Lu!

He is a master of swordsmanship, and he has certain similarities with Dongying swordsmanship. His master visited him in his prime and learned about “kendo”. Only then can you bypass the obstacles and enter the Guanwaimeng.

The “knife technique” powerhouse who can make Master feel awe every time he mentions it is indeed an object worthy of imitation!

Tang Zexun felt that he had once again found the enthusiasm when he first practiced “kendo”.

Well the biggest hurdle right now is language

At this moment, the sky turned dark again, and the rain came suddenly, blurring the car windows.

Spring Rain Tang Zexun thought in a daze.

Suddenly, she heard Lu Yongchen say to himself in a low and erratic tone:

“It’s raining.”

The rain outside the window was even worse, and there was a continuous and long murmur from the dark green scabbard beside Lu Yong, there was a feeling of dullness and joy, just like a real dragon finally got rid of its shackles and tossed in the air, Cloud and rain.

“Zheng!”

The sound of the roar of the sword echoed, Tang Zexun seemed to be touched by something, but it was difficult to have a clear idea.

“It’s raining.” In the conference room of the Dragon Tiger Club, Ning Zitong sighed while looking out the window.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen rain.” Coach Lu Yan responded impatiently, then looked at Lou Cheng and Guo Jie and said, UU reading www.sonicmtl.

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“Well.” After living in Huacheng for so long, it is not surprising that it rains in pairs, even if it is the first rain after the spring.

Guo Jie kept her eyes fixed and kept staring at the projection screen, even though she might not play the game very much. As for the “Dragon King”, she is receiving “comprehensive treatment” in the hospital, and it will take ten days before she can play again.

Lu Yan nodded and said unceremoniously:

“Guanwai alliance is not strong.”

“Except for Lu Yongyou, although there are a lot of foreign gangs left, none of them can get the first rank.”

“Lu Yongyou will talk about it at the end. Since he created the sword technique, his strength has increased day by day, and he has the qualifications to truly compete for the title, which must be taken seriously.”

“Besides him, there are two second-rank, one third-rank, and Tang Zexun who has not yet reported to the association for the final product.”

“The two second-grades are clearly ‘Golden Retriever’ Li Pingwa and ‘Mirage Dragon’ Zhu Xiaoyun.”

When the three words “Golden Retriever” were mentioned, Ning Zitong glanced at Lou Cheng and burst out laughing, destroying the solemn atmosphere that Lu Yan had deliberately created.

“Actually, I think nicknames such as God of Plague and Doom are much stronger than Ji Lai Qian Qu,” she said.

“I also want to change my nickname, but no one listens.” Lou Cheng was very helpless.

The “Mirage Dragon” Zhu Xiaoyun is famous for his illusions, and he should be the powerhouse who is now teaching Sister Jingjing.

Dong Dong Dong, Lu Yan knocked on the table a few times, and continued to say:

“Li Pingwa had high hopes from Guanwaimeng at the beginning, thinking that he would be able to reach the first rank very quickly, and after a few years of accumulation, he might even hope to compete for the title. However, his growth trajectory was not as expected. Confidence, it is said that his father, who depended on each other for life, just passed away in the year of his outer gang, which made him grief-stricken, confused, unable to find his way, and slow to improve.”