MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 114 Kimi extra
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"Master, you learned the sword at first, in order to live up to the expectations of the Juggernaut; later practice the sword, in order not to be famous. This is the sword of others, then your own sword?"
Yin Yue asked more.
Jun Yi said, "I don't know."
In the eleventh year of Wei Jingfeng’s departure, Jun’s practice entered the bottleneck period.
If you want to cross the threshold of the saints, it’s no surprise that in the long years of seeking the way, it’s not a hundred years. But if this happened to Jun Hao, it would be very strange.
He knew in his heart that there would be this day.
At dusk that day, Master was also here to see him practicing swords.
"There is nothing to teach you about this sword. But this is the sword of the old man, and you should have your own sword."
Otherwise, if you ask for a lifetime, you will only be a craftsman and you will not be a master. Jun Yi understands.
He thought about it for a long time, and asked his own sword to ask his heart. What is his heart and why is he practicing?
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When Jun Jun came to the end of the year, there was no Yu Huafeng.
The world knows that Jian Shengwei’s horror brought people back from the school gate, not to sprinkle the boy, but to inherit the first son of the robes.
Since then, I have opened a peak on the Yashan Mountain, called 兮兮华.
Visitors to the gates, such as the cross of the river, are all blocked from the prohibition under the peak. Even the Emperor Baozong was too close to the elders, and they all touched a gray nose.
The outside is full of enthusiasm, saying that Juggernaut is a genius child who has a karma with his own teacher and apprentice. Before the students were admitted to the school, they were put under their own doors. A few hundred years later, there is a saint in the mountains.
In fact, Wei Jingfeng drank a little wine in the ‘outside building’ that night, and while drinking, he clashed with Mr. Zhang’s table.
After the restaurant was snoring, passing by the entrance to the school, I saw a small thing at the corner under the wall. I thought it was a kitten and a puppy.
When I came closer, I didn’t know what to do with the last pair of vigilance.
At first he just wanted to... take a nap.
However, he has always been obedient to his work, and he is not good at listening.
What happened to the first-in-law, and the pleasing eyes were closed.
At that time, Jun was still young and only knew that there was no white meal in the world.
After eating the horrible meal, you have to be a disciple of the wind.
He asked Wei Fengfeng, "What should the apprentice do?"
The man obviously didn't understand what he meant. The arrogant one looked up. "The old man's apprentice, what do you want to do, who can stop you?!"
Junyi began to practice swords. It is always true that the apprentice should inherit the master's clothes and carry forward the light.
So he swung his sword 63,000 times a day, and he did not slack off in the spring and autumn.
The world always thinks that the apprentice of Juggernaut is naturally a panacea, and the stone is endless; the saint is on the side, pointing at it.
In fact, Wei Jingfeng only gave him two swords, one is the iron sword of the old Lijia iron shop under the mountain, and the other is the famous 'Spring Mountain Smile'.
Wei Jingfeng does not teach him, but... no. Juggernaut is the first kendo genius in the millennium, but his practice, almost instinct and instinct, speaks of words and deeds, fearing that it is not as good as the teaching of Mr. Xiliangzhen.
More often, they are learning to talk together.
How to communicate to each other to understand each other's meaning, not to cause misunderstanding.
When Jun was young, he entered the condensed state, except for the Weifeng, there was no ancient people.
But no one can think of it. Two geniuses who have not come out of the world have spent twenty years, from talking about the words and the words, and progressing together to the word can be upright.
It is indeed a great blessing in the realm of comprehension.
Wei Jingfeng was very open-minded and went down the mountain.
Later, Yan Huafeng had Liu Bull Frost, Yan Xing, Yin Yi Yue, Duan Chong Xuan. These people come from different places, with different temperaments and past.
Jun Hao became a master.
He would like to point out the teachers and sisters to practice, after all, this is what a brother should do. But he does not teach.
So, the method he uses is -
Play a game.
"I know that I can’t beat it, and I’m going to have a hard scalp.”
The tradition of self-study and beatings by Yu Huafeng’s disciples continued in this way.
Yan Xing adapts to the fastest. "If there is any suffocation, go to fight with the master."
Later, Duan Chongxuan wanted to open it. "There are many brothers playing in the mountains. It is better than others in the mountains."
Do your best for your disciples and be responsible for your brothers.
As a saint of the Swordsman, Junyi, in addition to some short-term protection, is recognized as flawless.
But he still has confusion.
For the teacher as a Zongmen, then for yourself? Why do you hold the sword?
The Dao Fa Tongtian, the world reverence, this is extremely good.
It is not what he wants.
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The battle between life and death of Yu Shi is the most difficult and fierce battle that Jun has experienced.
At that time, the end of the world was in danger, but it was difficult to retreat.
When the powerful force and the breakthrough of the breakthrough can not make up for the gap in the realm, when the mountain is running out of water, there is an incomparably strong breath that overflows from the sword.
Go straight to the sky, and do everything in between the world.
‘Spring Mountain laughs’ Guanghua masterpiece, Huanghuang is like the sun.
It was a sword meaning left by Wei Jingfeng, and he was melted into the rune when he built the sword. There is a blind eye method on the rune.
No one thought that there would be any mystery about ‘Spring Mountain’s laughter’. It seems that the default is like the Juggernaut, and there is no such nuanced mind.
Even Junjun did not expect.
I am afraid that Wei Fengfeng himself can't tell, how can he think about it to the point where he is most afraid of trouble.
Before going to Xing Xingyuan, Jun Hao asked him, "When is it coming back?"
He thought he waved his hand, "I don't know." Turned and added another sentence, "Don't wait."
I thought about it and still didn't feel relieved. When I went to school, I left a note and wrote the word 'Don'.
He thought that this was the most troublesome thing he had done in his life.
Fortunately, Jun will never disobey him.
Now that he has looked at the giant sword that runs through his waist, he laughs and thinks that this is really going to go back.
At this time, if someone can look down from the air, these scenes are really horrible. Two hundred miles are centered on Wei Jingfeng. There are various swords in different sizes, varying in length and length. There were also many swords in his body, and the hot blood continued to flow from the darkened blood coat.
People will always die, and saints are no exception.
The real elements that re-consolidate the majestic will also be exhausted, and the hot blood will drain, and the powerful spirit will be weakened by time or destiny.
The Juggernaut died in the sword, but he died.
He couldn't feel the pain. He only felt his head faint. It seemed like he was drunk with a drink last night. He went out early in the morning and blew a cool breeze. The body is getting lighter and lighter. He thought that he had rubbed his shoulders with death many times in his life. This time it is the latest.
Because I am really going to die.
Many years of wind and frost swords and wine singing, all flashed in front of the eyes.
He didn't want to see the avenue and see the world. He wanted to go home.
The mind is moving, and God is reading thousands of miles.
He returned to Yanya Mountain with the wind, and the end of the sea of clouds was a lonely high.
Jun Hao sat in the house and rubbed the sword, looking at him, like him when he was very young.
He wants to say something, what to say?
"I didn't get your waist when you came back. In a blink of an eye, the length is higher than the master..."
Too mother-in-law. Not too chic.
"You have a superb method, and your sword is tough. It takes only time to enter the holy world. Don't be radical and ask for quickness..."
Is this not nonsense?
"Don't give yourself too much burden, go down the mountain to find fun, drink and drink, look at the beautiful girl, good for health..."
What is messy.
"Several disciples have their own methods, but I don't trust you the most."
Can't say it.
He walked into two steps, and was close to seeing the constant chill in the eye of the man. Raise your hand and want to touch the top of the person in front of you... Forget it, it’s so high, or take a shoulder.
When the wind suddenly started, the hand did not fall.
Jun Hao stood up and looked at the window slammed by the wind, frowning slightly.
As usual in the house, he felt a little empty.
It’s like, in the twinkling of an instant, what is wrong with it.
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That night, Jun had a dream.
He meditates during the night, sleeps very little, and has fewer dreams. I don’t know how tonight, some thoughts are drifting.
In the dream, when his sword was first formed, Wei Fengfeng came back from the mountain, and the dust was servant and messy.
"The old man went down this mountain and went to fight two swords. The craftsmanship of his youth has not yet been forgotten..." Wei Jingfeng talked about casting swords, and the eyebrows fluttered between each other. "This is for you."
The long sword is squirted, and the cold light illuminates the brow.
For a time, Qingshan Yunhai was shining.
"Like it, it's called 'Spring Hill'."
"like."
The man stood in the distant old days, and the flowers of the spring day fell and fell, and he did not reach out.
Suddenly smiles and smiles, looks awkward,
"Receive my sword, and the sword will not leave."
When the dream is awake, the sky will dawn.
There was cold white snow falling into the half-open wooden window.
Jun Hao pushed open the door and went out.
It seems that some understand the meaning of practice.
The lead-gray sky is vast and the snow curtains are falling over. The mountains and rivers of the end of the world are white.
It’s another year of snow and ice.
He practiced swords at Tianxin Cliff, Jianqi smashed the snow, and the eyelashes condensed the frost.
Sword 63,000 times a day.
In the long time, many people and things have changed.
But he is still waiting.
Jun buried Huangquan wind and bones, I sent people to the snow.
