Master of Fast Transmigration, put down the knife

Chapter 262 Self-Cultivation of Knife Cultivator (5)

After fighting in the martial arts training ground for a long time, Ye Chenyu really became the senior sister of the Sword Sect, and the martial arts training ground became the place she was most familiar with in the Sword Sect.

Ye Chenyu was standing at the place she was most familiar with, looking inside.In the middle of the training ground stood two Daozong disciples, exchanging ideas with each other.Ye Chenyu took a glance and saw that this was not a real exchange of ideas, but that one of them was giving moves to the other.

After a while, the Sword Sect disciple who was being recruited was completely defeated.The person instructing him retracted the knife and said: "Your knife is too slow, don't hesitate before you shoot..."

The front was still soft-spoken, but the back became cold and stern: "The demons won't stop when you hesitate."

As he spoke, he turned his head, revealing a cold and hard side face.

Wen Yang, Ye Qingwen's first disciple, because Ye Chenyu stood in front of him, he was forced to become the second junior.He was also the one hit by Ye Chenyu the most, mainly because he was the one who refused to admit defeat.When Ye Chenyu first came to the Sword Sect, as long as he could get up from the bed, he would fight Ye Chenyu, and then continue to lie on the bed.

It was only then that Ye Chenyu realized that not everyone draws their swords for hunting, what they are after is something deeper and more distant.She also learned the same spirit from these people and embarked on the path of pursuing martial arts.

The next disciple went up and was also fed and recruited by Wen Yang. After being defeated, he got a few pointers.After the disciples left the arena, Wen Yang stopped to rest, and when he turned his head, he saw Ye Chenyu standing at the gate of the training ground.

He froze in place, until the disciples around him thought he was going to guide and stepped forward, then he suddenly whispered: "...Senior Sister?"

Ye Chenyu stood at the door, deciding for some reason that this scene was a bit embarrassing.She met Wen Yang's eyes for a while, and even the disciples around her started whispering.Ye Chenyu looked at them, and did something she did most often in the martial arts training ground.

She stepped forward and drew the knife to Wen Yang.Wen Yang didn't seem to have regained his normal sanity either. Seeing Ye Chenyu draw his sword, he did the same.

So, he was beaten up by Ye Chenyu again.

The senior sister and the younger brother haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and before they reunited, the senior sister pushed the younger brother to the ground and beat him up.If the system had a corner of its mouth, it couldn't help but twitch twice.

From drawing the knife to fighting, it took less than ten breaths in total, Ye Chenyu pressed Wen Yang to the ground, the tip of the knife in his hand was pointing at his throat, pressing down a little, a blood flower could be drawn.

Wen Yang lay on the ground, maintaining this suppressed posture, and sat up suddenly after a long while: "Senior Sister!"

Ye Chenyu's knife was withdrawn a second later, and it could stab him right through.

"You are very slow to draw a knife, but you are very fast to die..." Ye Chenyu muttered.

Fortunately, Wen Yang was in surprise, so he didn't hear her ignorant words clearly.He got up from the ground, joy mixed with other expressions, making his eyes look very complicated: "I thought I saw an illusion just now..."

Ye Chenyu thought for a while, then raised the knife in his hand: "Shall I prove myself again?"

Wen Yang was stunned for a moment, but he was not as eager to try as before, he only curled his lips reluctantly: "Didn't you prove it just now... Have you met Master when you come back?"

"I just came back from Chaori Peak." Ye Chenyu put the knife back into its sheath, and replied, "I saw him and Xiao Qi."

"Then you know," Wen Yang raised his eyes, as if there were countless emotions surging in his eyes, "Fourth Junior Brother and the others..."

His voice was very low, but Ye Chenyu could hear him clearly.She paused for a while and said, "I heard from Xiao Qi, I'm going to have a look."

"They're in the back mountain." Wen Yang said, "I brought back all those who could be brought back."

People who can be brought back... The meaning behind this sentence makes people not want to think about it.

Ye Chenyu looked in the direction of the back mountain, and turned around to find that the disciples of the Sword Sect were all whispering about them.The martial arts field is the place where Daozong disciples fight and teach. It is really inappropriate for them to just stand here.

"Want to fight again?" Ye Chenyu asked, "I can play slower."

"No need." Wen Yang laughed, "It's time for me to give advice to the younger brothers and sisters."

As he spoke, he beckoned for the next disciple to come on stage.Ye Chenyu jumped off the ring and walked towards the door.When she walked to the door of the training ground, she heard a very soft sentence amidst the shouts:
"Hit it many times, it won't work or it won't work."

Ye Chenyu turned her head when she heard the sound, and Wen Yang was already seriously instructing the next disciple.On the arena, her figure was criss-crossed, and the blade was as bright as snow, just like when she was standing on the training ground.

Something changed, and it seemed like nothing had changed.

Ye Chenyu left the training ground and walked towards the back mountain.Tianheng Mountain is a continuous mountain range, and the back mountain mentioned by the disciples of the Sword Sect generally refers to the back of the main peak.

To go to the back mountain, you have to go through all the buildings on the main peak. Ye Chenyu walked halfway, and heard the clear and slightly stern lecture.

Ye Chenyu turned a corner and saw the classics hall on the left.The door made of gauze paper was ajar, revealing Wanyu in a green gown.In her hand, she held a copy of the "Wenjing" that is often used by the family of cultivators to enlighten the children in the family, and explained it in detail.

The classics hall is to explain the basic knowledge and popularize the common sense of cultivating immortals to the new disciples. Occasionally, it will teach the disciples from really poor families to read and explain, that is, to explain the "Wen Jing".The first book Ye Chenyu read was also this "Wen Jing".

[It took me four months to finish reading this book. 】Ye Chenyu's eyes reflected the snow-white pages of the book. When she first arrived at the Sword Sect, she could not read a single word and had no common sense.It took Ling Yiyuan four months to dismantle the entire "Wen Jing" and tell her, until she could write every word on it.

The system is not in trouble, even if it is just a program, I don't think this is a good time to speak up.

Ye Chenyu didn't wait for it to reply, turned around and left the classics hall.Bypassing the Hall of Classics, she followed the paved road and walked up the path leading to the back mountain, and came to the back mountain that Wen Yang said.

Old and new tombs are all over the back mountain, and blades of different shapes are inserted in front of the tombs, sleeping peacefully with their owners, faintly exuding sword intent and murderous aura.It was obvious that the new tomb was at the outermost edge, Ye Chenyu saw the long knife engraved with the clan crest before seeing the name clearly in front of the tomb.

The blade was still bloodstained, and it was quietly buried in front of the owner's tomb.The graves of the others were lined up on the left and right, some with only half-cut blades left in front of them, and some standing there simply empty.

Ye Chenyu stood in front of Ling Yiyuan's grave, and couldn't remember what he looked like.

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