cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 2 Quanzhen Mood
The white horse is too short, and the time of January passes by.

Inside the Quanzhen Tibetan Pavilion, the fragrance of books is lingering, and the blue smoke rises. A young man in Taoist robes sits cross-legged, looking at the ten lines with his eyes, and reciting in a low voice with the book, as if he has realized something.

Outside the pavilion, more than a hundred Quanzhen disciples held long swords in their hands, with a cold light, practicing swords hard.

In the side room, Zhao Zhijing stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Lu Qingdu behind him, and asked, "Has my Junior Brother Zhen behaved differently in the past month?"

Lu Qingdu looked respectful: "Master, don't worry, for the past month, that guy has devoted himself to the Taoist scriptures every day, and has not secretly cultivated. It is good that his cultivation can be restored to its original state during the rest, and it is absolutely impossible to improve."

Since Chen Yu was punished and entered the Tibetan Pavilion to recite Taoist scriptures, Zhao Zhijing arranged for his apprentice Lu Qingdu to monitor him at all times.

Among all the disciples of Zhi's generation, he is the one with the best aptitude. Although his martial arts is not as good as his, he is always a rock in Zhao Zhijing's heart.

Zhao Zhijing is bound to win the battle for the Chief Disciple in one month's time.

Now that Chen Yu is being punished, it is absolutely impossible for him to come out in the battle for chief disciple. Even if he does come out, with his damaged cultivation, he is not his opponent at all.

During this period of time, Zhao Zhijing went out by day and returned by night, and his Quanzhen swordsmanship has improved a lot, and he has made great strides forward.

Even if his junior brother's cultivation is as usual, if he wants to beat himself, it's hard to beat him.

"The chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, only I, Zhao Zhijing, can be competent, and no one can compete with me!"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly, and immediately said, "Qingdu, you go back first, and report to my junior brother anytime if there is anything unusual."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zhijing took out a pack of medicinal powder from his bosom and threw it out, saying: "By the way, you put this pack of stubborn stone powder into my junior brother's meal. Although it is not poisonous, it can hinder the circulation of true energy and delay the recovery of his internal injuries. speed."

"Yes."

Seeing Lu Qingdu leaving with the stubborn stone, Zhao Zhijing raised his head, frowned and muttered: "Why have I been practicing swordsmanship for several years, but I still can't comprehend the true sword intent..."

In Chongyang Hall, Quanzhen Headmaster Qiu Chuji looked back at Wang Chuyi behind him, shook his head and said, "Why, are you here to intercede for Zhen Zhibing?"

Wang Chuyi waved his whisk and said, "Isn't it too heavy for him to recite several volumes of Cangge Taoist classics? Brother, aren't you afraid that he won't be able to participate in the chief disciple competition?"

Qiu Chuji shook his head and said: "Although Zhen Zhibing's aptitude for martial arts is good, his cultivation base and character are not as good as Zhao Zhijing's. After all, he still needs to ponder."

"Actually, you and I know very well that the chief disciple is none other than Zhao Zhijing. It's just because I'm worried that all the disciples have two hearts."

Qiu Chuji said: "In terms of martial arts, Zhen Zhibing can't beat Zhao Zhijing, and in terms of character, Zhen Zhibing's thoughts on the descendants of the ancient tomb are not stable, how can Zhao Zhijing be as calm as water?"

Wang Chuyi frowned and said, "Senior brother, do you underestimate Zhen Zhibing like this? I think that if given two months, he might not be able to defeat Zhao Zhijing."

"Hehehe..." Qiu Chuji smiled and shook his head: "As a Quanzhen believer, one should devote oneself wholeheartedly to the Tao. How can one entangle the love of one's sons and daughters? How can two months' time make up for the gap in cultivation?"

"But…"

"Okay." Interrupting Wang Chuyi, Qiu Chuji said seriously: "Don't mention this matter again."

Hesitating to speak but stopped, Wang Chuyi let out a long sigh and walked away.

The battle for the chief disciple is imminent, and all the disciples of the three generations of Zhizi are secretly practicing hard.

The entire Quanzhen Sect was filled with a faint sense of oppression, except for the young people in the Tibetan pavilion who were out of place, and only saw the vast sea of ​​scriptures in their eyes.

"The Taoist classics are so exquisite..." After reading the book for a long time, Chen Yu couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

In one month, with the help of enlightenment pills, Chen Yu recovered from his internal injuries, and he had already mastered several volumes of scriptures by heart.

Originally according to his plan, the rest of the time should be cultivated quietly, so as to hone the Quanzhen swordsmanship, but now he has changed his mind.

"Reciting several volumes of scriptures, I always feel that the truth and the meaning of Quanzhen are echoed. Even though I didn't practice swords, the swordsmanship became clearer in my mind..."

Looking at the scriptures piled up like a hill beside him, Chen Yu hesitated.

In the dark, he felt that there was something in this scripture, which would be of great benefit to improving Quanzhen swordsmanship, and he had already touched a corner by himself.

He seemed to be enlightened but not enlightened, pondered for a moment and finally made up his mind, picked up the scriptures under his feet again, and turned the pages.

"There must be something important that I have overlooked. If I can grasp it, my Quanzhen swordsmanship will make a big leap!"

Peeping through the small hole in the window paper, a disciple outside the gate couldn't help but shake his head: "It's a pity, seeing that the chief disciple dispute is imminent, our Master Uncle Zhen Zhibing can only be trapped in this Tibetan pavilion."

Beside him, another disciple sneered and said, "Could it be that you really think that Master Zhen Zhibing can beat Master Zhao Zhijing?"

The disciple said: "No one in the whole Quanzhen Taoism knows that among the three generations of disciples, Master Zhao Zhijing has the best swordsmanship and the strongest martial arts?"

"But the aptitude of our senior uncle Zhen Zhibing has been praised by Director Wang..."

Uncompromising, the disciple snorted softly: "So what, martial arts qualifications only account for [-]%, and the remaining [-]% depends on hard work. How can this Master Zhen Zhibing compare with Zhao Zhijing?"

"Oh, that's what I said."

"Naturally, the chief disciple must be my master!" While the two were talking, Lu Qingdu came forward with his belly outstretched.

Seeing Lu Qingdu striding forward, the two hurriedly squeezed out smiles and complimented: "That's right, that's right, this Senior Uncle Zhen Zhibing is far behind his Senior Uncle Zhao Zhijing, and I hope that Senior Brother Lu will take care of our brothers when the time comes." How nice to say a few words."

"It's easy to talk about, you all take good care of our uncle, and report anything at any time!"

"Definitely, Senior Brother Lu, don't worry!"

Seeing the flattering smiles of the two, Lu Qingdu nodded with satisfaction, and immediately walked towards the woodshed not far away.

A few days ago, that boy Yang Guo dared to tease him, he really didn't want to live, he had to teach him a lesson!
……

In the middle of the night, in the Tibetan Pavilion, a little candle is like a bean.

Chen Yu sat cross-legged, reading with his head down like an old monk in meditation. His eyes were clear and bright, and he didn't notice the short black figure behind him at all.

Whoosh!
A steamed bun flew out from a corner and hit the back of Chen Yu's head. It was about to hit, but the latter suddenly reached out to catch it.

"Huh? I thought you wouldn't pay attention, Brother Zhen Zhibing."

In the dark place of the Tibetan Pavilion, Yang Guo jumped up softly, and sat down on the pile of scriptures.

Ever since he was brought to Quanzhen Sect by Guo Jing, Yang Guo has always been in the anguish of being tortured by Lu Qingdu.

After playing tricks on Lu Qingdu last time, he secretly hid in this hidden pavilion. By chance, he ran into Chen Yu and had a good impression.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?" Looking at Yang Guo who was still a boy in front of him, Chen Yu raised his head and asked.

Yang Guo secretly forgot about his surroundings, and lowered his voice, "Brother Zhen Zhibing, I saw that bastard Lu Qingdu put medicine on your food in the firewood room, but you must not eat it. I will bring you steamed buns later in the evening!"

"The stubborn stones are just scattered, it doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Chen Yu smiled lightly.

Since he swallowed the Enlightenment Pill, his five senses are so sharp that he has already noticed the tricks in it.

Things like stubborn stone powder can indeed hinder the movement of true qi and delay the recovery of internal injuries, but Chen Yu has already recovered as before, so he is naturally fearless.

"Brother Zhen Zhibing, you...know?" Yang Guo opened his mouth in surprise, and it took him a long time to recover.

He leaned over to Chen Yu, snorted softly, "Both Lu Qingdu and that Zhao Zhijing are not good guys, if Brother Zhen Zhibing is not punished, you will definitely be able to participate in the chief disciple competition and beat that Zhao Zhijing to the ground! "

Yang Guo waved his fist angrily, then sighed in distress.

In his cognition, he obviously believed that two months was not enough for Chen Yu to recite several volumes of scriptures.

As for cleaning up Zhao Zhijing, it is impossible now, but maybe in four or five years, is there really hope?
Chen Yu smiled without saying a word. After half a month of comprehension, he has roughly grasped something that is of great benefit to improving Quanzhen swordsmanship.

It is a kind of artistic conception, a kind of true artistic conception.

Sitting in the Tibetan Pavilion for dozens of days and reading several volumes of scriptures, Chen Yu's understanding of the word Quanzhen continued to change, and a feeling of sudden enlightenment came to him.

Although Chen Yu doesn't know how good Zhao Zhijing's martial arts is now, he is certain in his heart that as long as he can fully grasp the Quanzhen artistic conception, even if his cultivation is not enough, he may not be able to beat him...

(End of this chapter)