I practiced with a cheat

Sword Pavilion, next to the sword washing pool.

"Master, Zhou Heng...will not come?" A young man who looked only eleven or twelve stood beside Fang Wen and asked in a low voice with a very worried expression.

His name is Zhao Qingshu. His parents died when he was young. He wandered around and struggled to survive. He was discovered by Fang Wen half a year ago and was accepted as his disciple.

Zhao Qingshu was born with a sword bone and was extremely talented in the art of swordsmanship. He had already perfected a ninth-level swordsmanship not long after he started, and he only needed to perfect the sword skills before he could step into the ninth-level martial arts.

Fang Wen trained him as a successor, and he regarded Fang Wen as his reborn father.

Now Fang Wen is worried about re-establishing the sword pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart.

Although the disciples who had gone to Mount Taihua to deliver the letter had already revealed Zhou Heng's situation in seclusion after returning, this was after all related to the city of Jiange and Fang Wen's hard work. Zhao Qingshu still couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Zhou Heng.

"No." Fang Wen shook his head firmly, looked in the direction of Mount Taihua, and said, "Since he promised to come back, he will definitely come."

Although he is very worried now, as the master of the sword pavilion, he cannot say it.

"But..." Zhao Qingshu hesitated.

"No buts!" Fang Wen turned to look at his disciple and said solemnly: "He will definitely come!"

"...Yes." Zhao Qingshu could only nod and retreat without speaking.

"Are you resentful of Zhou Heng's delay in the future?" Fang Wen has much richer life experience than Zhao Qingshu, and he can easily see what his disciple is thinking.

"..." Zhao Qingshu was slightly silent after hearing this. After a while, he nodded and said, "Master is aware of everything."

"Don't have this thought anymore." Fang Wen said with a serious expression: "Whether Zhou Heng comes or not, you must regard him as a benefactor who helped me re-establish the sword pavilion, and you must not be resentful towards his new village."

"Why?!" Zhao Qingshu wanted to ask, but he didn't say anything after all. He opened his mouth and nodded: "Yes, Master, I understand."

"Well, let's go down. Go and receive the guests from the Changsheng Road." Fang Wen sighed softly.

"Yes, Master." Zhao Qingshu bowed and left.

"This child..." Fang Wen looked at Zhao Qingshu's leaving figure, frowning slightly and feeling a little worried.

The thoughts and emotions of a teenage boy like Zhao Qingshu could not be hidden from his eyes, but it was hard for him to say anything more.

"Try your best to guide me from now on." Fang Wen sighed slightly in his heart.

After becoming the Lord of the Sword Pavilion, his mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes from before.

Now, he is no longer a lonely swordsman, but the master of the sword pavilion who carries the legacy of the sword pavilion and the expectations and hopes of many disciples.

Many things can no longer be done as casually as before.

"Zhou Heng, Brother Zhou, when can you come?" Fang Wen looked in the direction of Mount Taihua and sighed again.

He suddenly found that he liked to sigh more and more.

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No edge.

This is the place where the sword pavilion receives guests. It is quite lively at this time. Not only the middle and third-level masters of the longevity path come with their disciples, but also the current outstanding people.

Cheng Zhi, Li Qingyao, Chu Qingchuan and others also lived here.

under the tree.

The three of them were chatting.

"I heard that Fang Wen invited Zhou Heng over, but I haven't received a reply?" Cheng Zhi lowered his voice and whispered. This monk is quite gossipy and likes to inquire about news.

"It seems that he is in retreat. It's not that he didn't reply on purpose." Li Qingyao explained: "I heard it from the disciples of Jiange."

"Since Zhou Heng agreed, he should come." Chu Qingchuan said solemnly: "Fang Wen told me that this is something they have already agreed on."

"I heard that Senior Brother Chu had a competition with Zhou Heng back then?" Li Qingyao was very interested in this and asked, "What was Zhou Heng's strength at that time?"

"It's unfathomable." Chu Qingchuan expressed admiration, and then said with a wry smile: "I still took the initiative to challenge, but in the end I failed with one move. Thinking about it now, I really overestimated my capabilities.

"However, this can be regarded as acquaintance without fighting. In fact, I thought that we would become brothers and sisters in the world, but I didn't expect that he would become a big shot in the Secret Sixth Rank before long."

"Zhou Heng has been in retreat recently, and I'm afraid he is about to practice the True Gang." Li Qingyao also sighed, saying: "I had a chance encounter with him at the beginning, and he was still kind to me, but I didn't expect this There have been such big changes in just over a year.”

"Zhen Gang? How long did it take for him to refine his true energy?" Cheng Zhi was slightly speechless, clasping his hands together, and said: "Amitabha, at the Chaoyang Reception, he was only in the seventh level. Now we are still wasting years, but he is already about to Refined into a true weapon..."

"He seems to have just turned twenty." Chu Qingchuan murmured.

The three of them fell silent immediately.

The three of them, as outstanding figures on the public list, are already the strongest among the young generation in Daqi today. They are the envy of countless people and are regarded as role models by countless people.

But compared with Zhou Heng, all their achievements seemed insignificant.

The gap is too big.

"Three distinguished guests, I heard that Zhou Heng is the reincarnation of a great power. It's not surprising that he cultivates quickly." At this time, Zhao Qingshu came over. He had just entertained people from the Immortality Dao, and happened to hear the three people here discussing Zhou Heng.

"You are..." Chu Qingchuan looked at the young man. He was stunned for a moment, then recalled, "Are you Fang Wen's disciple, Zhao Qingshu?"

"Yes." Zhao Qingshu nodded.

"Then your master should have told you that even if it is a great reincarnation, there are only a few who can really make rapid progress." Chu Qingchuan praised: "Zhou Heng is even rarer in the ages."

"Is it really that powerful?" Zhao Qingshu was slightly surprised. After all, he had just entered the sect and his understanding of martial arts was still very shallow.

"Well, if Zhou Heng can really cultivate the true energy this time, then his achievements will be even higher, and no one of his generation can compare." Li Qingyao also sighed sincerely. She is a person who admires the strong and never hesitates to praise.

"Amitabha, the little monk's awareness is far behind." Cheng Zhi sighed lightly.

At this time, there was a burst of noise outside, as if there was a distinguished guest, which attracted the attention of the four people.

Soon, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion trotted in, shouting as they ran.

"Welcome the distinguished guest! Grandmaster Zhou Heng of Chunyang Palace!"

Before the voice fell——

Cheng Zhi, Li Qingyao, and Chu Qingchuan all stood up, looking outside in astonishment, thinking back to the words of the Sword Pavilion disciple just now.

Grandmaster Zhou Heng!

Grandmaster!

Didn't Zhou Heng retreat to condense his true energy? How did he become a grandmaster now? ?

A grandmaster at the age of 20?

Zhao Qingshu opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of shock, his face full of disbelief, and the resentment towards Zhou Heng in his heart disappeared on the spot.

The original idea of ​​competing with Zhou Heng when he had achieved success in cultivation in the future was gone.