Beiyin Great Sage

Li Yu snorted softly:

"I know quite a few people, but all of them are either rich or poor, or they don't know how to make progress. Marrying in the past may not lead to a good life, but they will become boudoir and dissatisfied wives."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Yi and slowed down his voice:

"Although you don't look good, you have a decent character, and you are neither greedy nor lustful. At least you don't have to worry about getting angry when you become a relative."

There was something she didn't say.

Choosing Zhou Yi is more important because he has a low status and is easy to control. Unlike other rich children, he will never be obedient.

Li Yu is petite, but her temper is quite tough.

She also knew her character and couldn't stand resentment, so she might as well find an obedient, honest, and potential husband by her side.

After choosing and choosing, Zhou Yi came to mind.

"I see."

Zhou Yi understood, then shook his head:

"Thank you Miss Li for your love, but forget it."

"Why?"

Li Yu frowned, puzzled:

"I know you are interested in martial arts, but it has always been the case when you are poor and rich in martial arts. If you and I get married, you don't have to worry about the supplies you need for martial arts in the future."

"It's good for you and me!"

These words,

very familiar.

Zhou Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the scene more than two years ago. He paused and said:

"I'm sorry, in Zhou's mind, marriage is not a matter of sloppiness. You need to be happy with each other. How can you live together?"

"I can't accept Miss Li's proposal."

"you……"

Li Yu's eyes were wide open, looking at Zhou Yi, who was dull, simple and honest, and always remembered as a bumpkin in front of him, he couldn't help but said:

"How old are you, still so naive?"

"Marriage is nothing but the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. How many people get married because of love? My childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts are all tricks of storytellers!"

"Maybe you're right." Zhou Yi nodded:

"But I've made up my mind. If I can't find someone I like, I'd rather be single. Besides, being alone is fine, so why find another burden?"

His face was sincere, which made Li Yu a little speechless.

"madness!"

"You don't take a mirror to look at yourself, and you want to find someone you like? Dreaming!"

Burning with anger, she couldn't help but said angrily:

"I don't know how to lift!"

The sound fell, and he slapped him directly.

"Snapped!"

Zhou Yi raised his hand, and his palms collided, his body remained motionless, while Li Yu couldn't help but backed up a few steps before stopping.

"Miss Li respects herself."

His complexion sank, Zhou Yi said in a cold voice:

"Don't think that you are a woman, I won't beat you!"

"you……"

Li Yu raised his neck and looked at the cold and heartless eyes of the other party. He couldn't help feeling guilty, and retreated subconsciously. Then he turned and left with a wave of his sleeves:

"Surnamed Zhou, I remember you!"

"Don't worry about it." Zhou Yi shrugged:

"The person I like is definitely not a girl with a bad temper."

Li Yu twisted his feet, turned around and gave him a bitter look, and Fang left angrily.

Looking away from the other party until his back disappeared, Zhou Yi turned around and looked at a japonica tree not far away, and said calmly:

"Have you seen enough?"

"Hey!"

A sigh came from behind the tree:

"Brother Zhou, a man needs pity for flowers, why bother to make a beautiful woman sad?"

"I'm different from you." Looking at the person coming, Zhou Yi shook his head:

"The person who looks at you probably really likes you. If I don't hate my appearance, I will be satisfied. Any discussion of marriage should be discussed as a business."

"Since it's a sale, it's natural that there may be cases where it can't be closed."

"You are really ruthless." Liu Mengyan sighed softly, and walked with his hands behind his back:

"In my opinion, that girl may not have no affection for you just now, but she couldn't express it out of face. It's a pity that this affection was also driven away by you with a slap."

"Brother Liu is a man of temperament." Zhou Yi said:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Zhou is not interested in spending time with others. If you have this time to waste, it is better to practice Dingyang Stakes and increase your cultivation."

"I'm afraid it's not that I'm not interested, but that I haven't met the person you're waiting for." Professor Liu Mengyan passed on his experience as a person who has experienced it:

"The word love is the most mysterious. Once the love begins, the whole world seems to change, and your heart of stone will also blossom."

As he spoke, he lightly pointed at Zhou Yi's chest.

"Practice is not in a hurry, sometimes it is more beneficial to take it slow."

"Well……"

Zhou Yi's eyes moved slightly:

"It seems that Brother Liu has made a breakthrough?"

"Ah."

Liu Mengyan nodded, showing some complacency on his face:

"In the past two months, I watched the river at night on the bank of the Kunting River, and I felt something in my heart. The true energy in my body was self-generated, and now I can be regarded as a successful cultivation."

"Zheng!"

He raised his hand lightly, but without knowing what to do, the long sword at his waist popped out of the scabbard and landed in his palm, the sound of the sword groaning softly.

"Infuriating." Zhou Yi looked at the opponent's movements and couldn't help asking curiously:

"What's the difference from before?"

"What a difference!"

Liu Mengyan held the sword in his hand, stroking the blade with one hand:

"With true energy, the subtle prescriptions of my Shuiyun Sword Art can be used to the fullest. It's no wonder that the previous moves always felt a little weird."

"Brother Zhou, let's see!"

"Bah..."

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, pointing at the tip of the sword, a stream of sword energy pierced through the air, drawing shallow sword marks on the hard bluestone ground.

sword marks,

As long as ten feet!

A person with true energy can wave his hand casually, but there is such power?

"drink!"

Liu Mengyan sipped lightly, the sword energy instantly spread across the field, and there seemed to be waves rippling in the area of ​​several feet, seemingly soft but actually murderously fierce.

Even if it is a martial artist who refines the marrow, he will be seriously injured if he gets close.

"Shh!"

As soon as the sword energy gathered, the bright light came before a rock, the sword move was simple and direct, but extremely fierce and swift.

The sharp blade pierces the mountain rocks, and it is actually close to the inside.

"Peng!"

A terrifying force erupted from the blade of the sword, and the half-man-high mountain rock exploded with a bang, and countless broken stones shot out like a crossbow.

Liu Mengyan withdrew his sword, exhaled lightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned his head to look:

"how?"

"Amazing!" Zhou Yi's face was solemn:

"The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the rigidity and softness are changing. It is difficult for three or five warriors who have refined their essence to get close. They are indeed the first-class masters in the Jianghu."

"Especially the last sword, which cracked rocks and collapsed mountains, it was almost not done by humans!"

Body training, body training, after all, it is a mortal body. Even if the blood is as strong as a giant bear, it is difficult to resist the mountains and rocks.

marrow warrior,

It can also be hacked to death by ordinary people with a sword.

As for cultivating true qi, it seems that he has broken away from the scope of the mortal body.

"Hey..." Liu Mengyan shook his head:

"My true qi is weak, that's all I can do. When my true qi is exhausted, it's not much different from ordinary marrow refiners."

"Actually, there is success in true qi, but the improvement of strength is second."

He turned the sword upside down and said:

"True Qi is the gathering of the Three Treasures of Essence, Qi, and God. It is miraculous and can prolong life, heal wounds, and strengthen the body. It is almost omnipotent."

"According to Brother Zhou, after cultivating true qi, you can continue to temper your body with the help of true qi, making the mortal body stronger, but once the true qi is exhausted, the strength will also drop sharply without the blessing of true qi, unless it is innate Only the master can keep the true energy alive."

"No wonder!" Zhou Yi understood:

"The first-class siege masters that are widely rumored in the Jianghu should use their lives to consume the opponent's true energy, and then take the opportunity to take their lives."

"Not bad." Liu Mengyan nodded:

"There is another point. After the age of 30, the body of a body-training martial artist is fixed, and it is almost difficult to increase his cultivation. Even with the help of drugs, the limit is reached at [-]."

"Afterwards, when you get old and weak, your strength will become weaker and weaker."

"It's different after cultivating zhenqi. The older you are, the stronger the zhenqi in your body. That's why it's often heard that old people who are dozens of years old can still play games in the world."

"I see." Zhou Yi enviously said:

"Brother Liu is less than twenty years old, and he has already cultivated true energy. It is not difficult to prove the master of martial arts in time. Zhou is here to congratulate first."

"I'm joking." Liu Mengyan retracted his sword and waved his hand:

"There are not a few people in the Lin family who have cultivated true qi in their teens, and only the head of the family has been able to prove innate in the past few decades. It is hard to imagine how difficult it is."

"It's you, how are you?"

"It's a fluke." Zhou Yi said with a smile:

"Not long ago, I just practiced viscera."

Hearing this, Liu Mengyan couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

He sneered at this, Zhou Yi may not have refined the marrow yet, but it is absolutely impossible to refine the viscera just now, there is no doubt about it.

"Not bad."

Following the words, he nodded:

"A 20-year-old visceral refiner will have no problem refining his marrow in the future. No wonder that girl just now is willing to put up with your boring temper."