Lord Hong

his sword.

faster and faster.

Just like a river coming out of a deep mountain, it is slow at first, then slowly becomes faster, and finally carries rocks and branches, and turns into a raging and unstoppable torrent.

"Whoo~"

The sword stops.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

"It's still not perfect." Yunhong muttered to himself.

These days, he can feel that he is getting closer and closer to the subtleties of swordsmanship. Every move and style can almost be integrated into the fluctuation of the wind, but there is always a little bit of charm.

A little short.

It is heaven and earth.

It is the difference between basic and nuanced.

It means that he has not really controlled the fluctuation of the wind.

"My boxing skills have been refined, and my control over the body is getting stronger and stronger. Although the sword is an extension of the body...but it is not the body after all. The subtleties of swordsmanship are much more difficult than the subtleties of boxing." Yun Hong thought.

"Since I can't find that opportunity, I can only grind it slowly."

In Yunhong's heart, he longed for the subtlety of swordsmanship, but the more he wanted, the more he forced himself to be calm and calm.

Because he knows.

Anxiety is harmful to cultivation but not beneficial.

Moreover, according to Yun Hong's estimate, as long as he continues to practice hard like this, within a month or two, his swordsmanship will definitely be able to be subtle.

"Late at night."

Yunhong looked at the street buildings in the distance through the gate of the palace, there was almost no light, it was dark, and the guards in charge of night watch at the gate had already fallen asleep with their knives in their arms.

……

"Go back to the room first."

Holding the sword, Yun Hong turned and walked towards his room.

The first thing to do was to take off the exercise clothes that he was wearing next to his body. Now the exercise clothes he was wearing all day weighed 280 jins. Few disciples would believe him when he said it.

Let the hot water prepared by the handyman in the courtyard be covered all the time. Yunhong stretched out his hand to touch it, and the water is still warm up to now.

I took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

Subsequently.

Yunhong sat on his bed, reflecting before going to bed, thinking about today's gains and losses.

Practice is the most important, because it is a strong foundation, but reflection is also very important, which can improve yourself faster.

"Swordsmanship depends on grinding."

Yun Hong pondered: "The key is to temper the body."

these days.

He ate three meals a day of Lingmi, three catties each time, and monster meat twice, five catties each time, and he would have to eat at least ten taels of silver every day. Without the support of Youjia, it would be impossible to continue like this.

Costly.

However, Yunhong's heart released heat through the madly pure Qi and blood, and the effect of tempering the body was extremely obvious. Although it only took four or five days, it was worth the effect of Yunhong's previous one or two months of hard training.

"It's just that as time goes by, the effects of Lingmi and monster meat are weakening." Yun Hong secretly said: "Today's tempering effect is at least [-]% weaker than that of the first day."

This decline is too fast.

Estimated by Yunhong.

There are two reasons. One is that his physical fitness has improved too fast. The qi and blood brought by the digestion of Lingmi and monster meat have become less and less effective in tempering the body, as evidenced by the weakening effect of the heat released by the heart.

Secondly, it was his body, which was already close to the limit of the sixth layer of body tempering.

"The outside world thinks that I condense my pulse. In fact, I have not condensed my veins, and my meridians have not been opened, so I cannot cultivate my true qi. There is a limit to tempering the body like this."

Yunhong has read many books.

Especially the last time Immortal Xu Kai introduced his own way of cultivation, he clearly pointed it out.

When the physical body is tempered to the extreme of tendon-yielding stage, the pulse can be condensed. This upper limit varies according to the innate nature of the individual, some are high and some are low.

The upper limit is high, it is difficult to congeal the pulse, and it is easy to practice afterwards.

The upper limit is low, it is easy to congeal the pulse, but it is difficult to practice afterwards.

"I've been training like crazy these days, and my physical fitness should already be comparable to that of a normal pulse condensing martial artist."

Like swordsmanship training, his physical body tempering has also reached a bottleneck, and he is also unable to grasp when he will break through.

Even if there is an opportunity to congeal the pulse, Yun Hong also doesn't know whether his heart will experience another abnormal vibration.

"Although the physical fitness is the same, according to the fact that a pulse-condensing martial artist cultivates true qi, his explosive power is stronger. I may not be able to beat Liu Ming and Senior Sister Wu in the Raging Fire Palace competition nine days later." Yun Hong clenched his fist and continued to familiarize himself with his own strength.

The original two Congealing Pulse disciples of Raging Fire Hall.

One is Liu Ming.

One is Wu Hongyu, who was born in a powerful place, and he congealed his pulse when he was less than fifteen years old. He has congealed his pulse for nearly a year now, and he is extremely talented.

For the selection of the county court, each county can nominate fifty disciples, and all the disciples of Raging Fire Palace can participate in the selection of the county court, so Yunhong is not worried about anything.

just.

"It's fine to lose to Senior Sister Wu. She has been condensing her pulse for a long time, and I'm afraid she's not far away from the eighth level of leak-free state." Yun Hong said to himself, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "It's just that I must not lose to Liu Ming."

Compared with his peers, Yunhong is more mature and thinks more, this is because of his family.

Yun Hong chose to ignore Liu Ming's threats on the ring and his open provocations off the ring that day, and chose to endure it because he knew there was no need to use his words to gain advantage.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have anger in his heart.

"Nine days left."

Chapter 22 Attachments to Force

Noon of the second day.

The sun in early autumn has become mild.

A guest room next to the gate of the martial arts academy.

Under normal circumstances, outsiders are not allowed to enter the Martial Academy, so every time Duan Qing delivered meals to Yunhong, he would come to the guest room to wait.

"Sister-in-law, are you okay today?" Yun Hong took the rice basket from sister-in-law, and handed the breakfast rice basket to sister-in-law.

"It's all good, your elder brother just went to the pier after helping me this morning." Duan Qing said softly: "It's just that Xiaohao and Xiaomeng have been asking you where you went."

Yun Hong couldn't help but smile when he heard that.

Nephews and nieces are very close to me.

"Okay, there are still many things at home, so I'll go first, don't be too tired from practicing boxing and swords, although I don't know much about cultivation, but I understand the principle of combining work and rest." Duan Qing instructed.

Duan Qing was never worried that Yunhong would slack in his cultivation, she knew that Yunhong was very sensible, and Yunhong had not made their efforts go to waste all these years.

What she was worried about was that Yunhong was too crazy in cultivation.

Hearing what his sister-in-law said, Yun Hong couldn't help feeling warm, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, pay attention to safety on the road."

Duan Qing smiled and nodded.

Then she left the living room with the rice basket and went home along the street.

Yun Hong watched Duan Qing pass the corner of the street and disappeared from his sight, and then returned to the Raging Fire Hall with his lunch.

……

Duan Qing walked alone on Yong'an Street.

Yong'an Avenue is far less prosperous than Feng'an Avenue, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.

A seemingly ordinary restaurant next to the street is on the fourth floor at the highest point.

The light is dim.

A young man in purple robe stood by the fence, overlooking Feng'an Avenue, watching Duan Qing walk by, with a faint trace of unconcealable heat in his eyes.

"My lord, I have investigated it clearly in the past few days." The black-robed old man standing aside said respectfully: "There is a big brother in Yunhong's family..."

Immediately, the old man in black gave a thorough account of the situation in Yunhong's house, and even knew exactly when Yun Yuan and Duan Qing went out and when they returned home.

"This Yunhong is hardworking and talented. If it wasn't for his family's limited resources, he might have become the top disciple of the martial arts academy." The purple-robed youth nodded slightly.

The purple-robed man was Liu Ming's eldest brother, Liu Ran.

At this moment, he is no longer as dissolute as before in front of Liu Ming.

"My lord, do you want someone to send this passage into the mansion... No one can find out." The black-robed old man asked softly, he knew Liu Ran too well.

The son is not good at anything, but he is a beautiful woman.

Liu Ran's eyes just now said everything.

"Can't find out? If you really want to do it, are you going to silence everyone who has handled it because of this?" Liu Ran's voice was cold.

The old man in black robe lowered his head, but he was a little puzzled.

When he thought about it, it was nothing more than a dock worker's wife, and if he robbed it, he robbed it.

"Yunyuan is nothing, the key is Yunhong." Liu Ran shook his head and said, "It's not like usual, the six-county competition related to the number of county college admissions will be held soon, and the results of the martial arts college are very important for the county magistrate and county magistrate's political performance assessment."

"As one of the only three Consolidating Pulse disciples in the Martial Academy, Yun Hong is the youngest and is highly valued. Once something happens to Duan Qing and Yun Hong finds out and reports to the superior, none of the county government will sit idly by. Once the county magistrate I personally ordered that the nine divisions of the county government come out together, do you think your subordinates can hide it? Can you not confess you?" Liu Ran said softly.

The old man in black robe was slightly taken aback, he didn't think about it so much, he shook his head and said, "I can't hide it."

When there are too many people in a place, there will be black and white, but no matter how dark it is, it cannot really withstand the sunlight.

In Donghe County.

The authority of the government is unquestionable.

Liu Ran watched Duan Qing disappear from his sight, and said with regret: "I really want to taste the taste of Duan Qing, but it's a pity that if I rob it, although my Liu family is powerful, I still can't do it in Donghe County." Covering the sky with one hand, it would be fine if it was in Zhangshan.”

"My lord, do you mean to give up?" the black-robed old man asked suspiciously.

"Haha, such a beautiful woman, if you didn't know it before, how can you give up easily?" Liu Ran said with a smile: "A Yunhong, let him be rampant for a few days, just wait, and he will always find an opportunity."

The old man in black robe said respectfully: "Yes."

Liu Ran turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

……

sunset.

Youfu occupies a rather vast area.

In a pavilion deep in the mansion, the interior decoration is ordinary, but spotless.

Candles were lit, and there were not a single servant.

"Qian'er, your injury has just recovered. What's urgent, why did you come to see me?" The middle-aged fat man in the purple robe sat on a chair and looked at You Qian standing in front of him suspiciously.

You Qian's body was still bandaged, so it was quite inconvenient to move.

"Father." You Qian bowed slightly and saluted, suppressing his anxiety, he said, "I heard from Uncle Qian that you sent some Lingmi and silver notes to Brother Yun a few days ago?"

This middle-aged fat man in purple robe is You Qian's father, You Yongchang, who runs restaurants, shops and many other businesses, and is a well-known merchant in Donghe County.

"Brother Yun?" You Yongchang was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood: "You mean Yunhong?"

"Yes." You Qian nodded.

"Well, I gave some Lingmi and silver notes. First, he has to show something after saving you. Second, I heard that he has already become a martial artist. Sending some things can be regarded as a friendship." You Yongchang said: " What, you think differently?"

"Father, I don't think it's enough." You Qian said straightforwardly.

"Not enough?" You Yongchang frowned: "I have known about his family background, his brother is a small boss at the dock, and his income is not bad among ordinary people, but these years for his cultivation, the family is quite poor, and the value I sent is a thousand taels Silver, enough."

"Father." You Qian shook his head and said, "I'm not saying you don't give too much, but I think it's not enough."