Dachunyang Palace

Chapter 88
Li Wangsheng was still sitting in the high hall as before. His figure seemed to be thinner, and the skin on his face was still smooth. Only a few white hairs on his temples told the story of the years he had passed.

Li Qingyou was still waiting at the side, and the whisk in his hand seemed to have been replaced with a new one, making it even heavier.

The young face gradually matures with the passage of time.

There was more calmness in his eyes.

"It has been six years since the three generations of disciples were recruited?"

Li Wangsheng kept looking out of the window, but there were only two people here, obviously these words were addressed to Li Qingyou.

"Yes, six and a half years."

Li Qingyou's answer was very straightforward, obviously he had a good memory, and he also remembered what Master wanted to know.

"This generation... I remember there was a nice kid who seemed to be worshiping under your uncle Yu."

"Yu Zhuocheng, a concubine from the Yu family in Luoyang."

The memory is very clear.

"Well, yes, it was him. How is it now?"

Li Wangsheng picked up the teacup in front of the case. It was not the kind of camellia with seasonings in it, but the clear tea with only a little tea leaves soaked in it.

'This way of drinking that Ye Xiaozi thought of is really good. '

While holding the tea bowl, rubbing it gently with the tea lid, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was thinking about something.

Li Qingyou said slowly

"Yu Zhuocheng's cultivation speed is very fast. He is only eighteen years old this year. He started cultivation at the age of eight. He cultivated at home for four years, and it took only six years to practice in Chunyang Palace. Now he has reached the mid-innate stage, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast. It even surpassed some second-generation disciples."

After thinking about it, I said cautiously.
"Because of his somewhat dissolute personality, his decisiveness in doing things, and his outstanding talent in cultivation, many of the second-generation disciples call him 'Xie Yunliu No. [-]'."

"This son is an out-and-out genius."

Li Wangsheng stopped sipping tea for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a slight smile on his face.

"These guys are really thoughtful."

"Xie Yunliu is the second?"

Slowly putting down the tea bowl in his hand and closing the lid slightly, Li Wangsheng said casually

"So, what about that kid?"

"Ye Jinyan?"

Li Qingyou frowned a little.

"His disciple doesn't know whether to say something or not."

Li Wang raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised.

"Just tell me, what are you doing, mother-in-law and mother-in-law?"

"The disciple lied."

Li Qingyou let out a slight breath, which seemed to have stagnated in his heart for a long time.

"The disciple has always believed that it was a wrong decision for you, Master, to delegate him to the scope of three generations of disciples."

Li Qingyou's eyes are very serious

"His cultivation has surpassed most of the second-generation disciples. Among his peers, even disciples who are ten years older than him, it is difficult to find someone who can take his three moves."

"He is not a genius, but a monster."

The term "monster" was not a good word in the Tang Dynasty.

The smile in the corners of Li Wangsheng's eyes was even stronger.

He understood what his disciple meant, and said softly:
"It is precisely because he is a peerless evildoer that I asked him to help Jingxumai regain his life."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Li Wangsheng continued
"How long does it take for the third generation of disciples to compete?"

Li Qingyou bowed his head and thought for a while, then quickly replied

"Generally, it will be carried out in the eighth year when the new generation of disciples get started, and there are still one year, five months and 23 days left."

Li Wangsheng nodded.

"Sincere words sixteen, right? Has he done the downhill trial?"

Li Qingyou was a little confused. Didn't he just talk about the competition between the three generations of disciples?Why did you bring Ye Jinyan up again?

But still answer as usual
"Haven't done it yet."

Li Wangsheng's eyes suddenly narrowed

"Then customize a trial for him."

He picked up the tea cup again, sipped it lightly, and said

"There are many more things he has to face after he goes down the mountain."

An Wuchang

Ye Jinyan and Bai Tingyin stood opposite each other.

The two of them hadn't fought each other for a long time.

However, after listening to San Sheng's jokes, Bai Tingyin felt a lot more pressure, so he naturally proposed this competition.

It's just a competition of swordsmanship.

Both of them pressed their physical fitness to the condensed state, which is about three thousand catties.

Anyone who exceeds this limit of strength loses.

Because controlling force is also a very important skill.

The two held wooden swords and their eyes intertwined.

The two people who were ten feet apart had completely different expressions.

The invisible aura enveloped the two of them, and the two different sword intents collided with each other, stirring up waves of wind and waves.

Although sword intent is a derivative of mind like true qi and true essence, it is completely different from true qi and true essence.

To put it bluntly, Zhenqi Zhenyuan is a product of people coordinating with breathing and energyizing this breathing with spiritual power, while Jianyi is a pure spirit.

This spiritual power comes from the heart and also from the soul. It is a kind of momentum and a strong thought.

Now, what Ye Jinyan and Bai Tingyin are engaging in is this kind of sword-power confrontation.

Ye Jinyan smiled and seemed to be able to do a job with ease, while Bai Tingyin on the opposite side was slightly pale and his brows were tightly frowned. He didn't expect the opponent's sword intent to be so strong.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, it was obvious that he had lost completely in the swordsmanship competition, but at least he had to beat him in pure swordsmanship.

Bai Tingyin stepped forward with a left step, pointing the tip of the wooden sword at the front and stabbing at top speed.

The strength of three thousand catties is a small crane in modern times, and a small car can be lifted directly. What if such a huge force is concentrated on a wooden sword the thickness of an arm?

There was a sharp wind sound when the tip of the sword broke through the air, and a distance of ten feet was covered within one step, but there was no trace left on the spot.

Straight stab!

Ye Jinyan did not act rashly, and his eyes did not focus on the wooden sword. Instead, at the moment Bai Tingyin sprinted towards him, he quickly scanned his whole body, legs, hips, waist, arms, shoulders, and eyes, and finally set his sights on him. to his sword.

Swing the sword lightly
'despair'

The wooden sword that was stabbing straight was deflected, and the force concentrated on one point was suddenly distorted. Bai Tingyin's face was solemn, and his eyes quickly swept Ye Jinyan's shoulders, elbows and arms. With his left hand, the long sword turned suddenly. bend.

Stab again!

Ye Jinyan's expression remained unchanged, the wooden sword was erected, and his footsteps retreated slightly. The wooden sword blocked the counterattack. The series of movements were not stagnant at all, and were coherent like flowing water. The long sword moved very fast but did not make any sound at all.

left handle
cut.

'despair'

Bai Tingyin blocked, and the wooden sword continued to reverse
The speed of the two swinging and moving their swords was extremely fast, and the sound of "tat-tat-tat" was almost connected. The two of them obviously only used the physical strength of the solid state, but the faces of the innate disciples who were watching the battle were also dignified. They were all thinking about how to deal with such an opponent if they encountered such an opponent.

The results were quite humbling.

It's so difficult for these two people to unite their eyes, hands, and hearts into one.

But even if both of them are strong enough, they still have to compete. The crowd continued to watch, and their hearts became more curious.

A few drops of sweat streaked across his brows, and Bai Tingyin's face became even paler. This kind of physical activity doesn't consume too much energy. If it's just this kind of competition, it's estimated that they won't be able to tell the difference in three days and three nights, so the two agreed. During the battle, he released his sword intent in order to make an opening.

Bai Tingyin obviously had the slightest advantage.

sweat dripping
The eyelids retracted automatically, and half of the darkness flashed by, and the time was not even a hundredth of a breath.

But when Bai Tingyin's eyelids reopened, a wooden sword had already broken through his defense and hit his closed eye.

Ye Jinyan still smiled.

"Xiaoyin, you lost."

(End of this chapter)