Mishui Riverbank, the water waves crashing on the shore, quiet and full of vitality, Painted Boat in the lake, always drifting, never landing for a moment.
As the morning light falls, the day begins, inside and outside Painted Boat, the quiet mortal world gradually becomes lively again.
On the boat, the little girl who wanted to stay in bed was picked up and started to lose her temper.
"Can you practice again later?"
Yin'er was wrapped in a quilt, seemingly awake but not awake, and said with a sad face.
"What time is it? I'm still sleeping."
Ning Chen said helplessly while carrying the little girl.
"I slept late last night."
Yin'er burrowed hard into the quilt, unwilling to get up.
"You're not shy either. Who is a martial arts practitioner who still sleeps until this hour every day and doesn't get up?"
Ning Chen pulled the little girl out again and scolded softly.
"I'm already very powerful, I don't need to practice training early in the morning or late at night."
Yin'er rubbed his big eyes and said dissatisfied.
"You have the nerve to say that you are powerful. I can beat you more than a hundred times for a fool like you. Stop talking nonsense and get up quickly. I will teach you how to practice swordsmanship today," Ning Chen said angrily.
Yin'er rubbed his hair frantically, and immediately started to feel something was wrong. He looked at the person in front of him and wondered, "Why do these words sound so familiar?"
"If you sleep too much, you will become stupid."
Ning Chen pulled the little girl up and immediately walked out of the boat, saying, "Hurry up and dress up, I'll wait for you on the shore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Chen walked out of the boat and flew towards the river.
Yin'er thought hard and couldn't remember when he had heard that sentence before. He shook his little head, stopped thinking more, and started dressing up.
In Mishui Riverbank and Yellow Springs Restriction, the sacred tree is extremely vigorous and is getting closer and closer to complete recovery.
Not long after, Yin'er walked out in front of the sail, stepped on the lotus steps, and flew over the lake like a hibiscus emerging from the water.
Seeing the little girl coming, Ning Chen waved his hand. On the water, waves rose, and a water sword flew out across the front.
"Watch it carefully"
Ning Chen held the sword and swung it, but saw a dazzling sword light burst out of the sky, and with a bang, the entire Mishui River was split into two.
An astonishing scene, Great River separated, and the water flow hung upside down like a waterfall, unable to merge for a long time.
When Yin'er saw this, his delicate little face was filled with shock, and he was shocked by this shocking sight.
Ning Chen casually put away the water sword in his hand, looked at the little girl, and said calmly, "Practice, when you can separate the river with one sword like this, you will basically get started."
Yin'er heard this, recovered from the shock, looked at the former, swallowed, and said, "How long did you practice to do this?"
"Three years" Ning Chen said calmly.
"..."
Yin'er Hearing this, his face suddenly felt bitter, it had been so long.
"There are no shortcuts to practice, especially sword practice. There are countless geniuses who cannot grow up in this world, not because they are not talented enough, but because their perseverance is not as good as others, so don't always think about being lazy." Ning Chen looked at the little girl and warned softly.
"You're lying, A'man, Master, doesn't practice much, but she's still very powerful," Yin'er muttered.
"Don't yell"
Ning Chen scolded softly and said with a somewhat helpless look, "A'man is an exception. Her talent is something I only know from birth. Otherwise, someone as proud as my predecessor would not have made an exception to accept her as his successor."
"Are you not counting that senior's disciple?"
Yin'er said in surprise, she always thought that Ning Chen was the disciple of Prince Yan.
"No"
Ning Chen smiled softly and said, "I'm just a junior who was picked up by my senior. There are some things that I can't learn in this life, so I won't embarrass my senior."
"You are already very powerful, better than me." Yin'er looked at the former and said with certainty.
Ning Chen patted the little girl on the head and said with a smile, "Okay, concentrate on practicing swordsmanship. You have good qualifications. If you practice hard, you can reach the level just now in three months at most."
"Are there any rewards for practicing?" Yin'er rolled his big eyes and said softly.
Ning Chen thought for a while and said, "Don't you always want to learn the martial arts on Heavenly Tome? Once you practice it, I will start teaching you."
"Retractor" Yin'er heard this, his big eyes lit up, he stretched out his little hand and said.
"A word once spoken is hard to follow," Ning Chen stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers with the little girl, and said softly.
After getting the guarantee, Yin'er smiled, ran to the river, took his Vermilion Sword, and started practicing attentively.
Ning Chen stood aside and quietly watched the little girl practice her sword, with a gentle look on her lips.
Although he didn't say it, he kept it in his heart that Yin'er ran around for him.
The most difficult thing in the world is to ask for help. This girl has suffered too much these days, but she will never do it again.
The breeze by the river is blowing ripples. In front of the river, a girl is practicing her sword, with her black hair flying. The beautiful scene makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Vermilion Sword chirps softly, Sword Heart is transparent, and the sound of the sword echoes by the river, accompanied by the breeze, leaving you nostalgic in your heart.
Ning Chen looked at the little girl's sword and nodded lightly. Although good talent and qualifications cannot determine everything, they can indeed make people get twice the result with half the effort.
Yin'er is better than him in terms of talent and understanding. If he can work harder, his cultivation speed will definitely become faster and faster.
While the little girl was practicing her sword, in the distance, a mortal girl in plain clothes stood in front of the river, watching from a distance, not daring to make a sound, let alone come forward to disturb her.
Ning Chen saw the girl but did not stop her and let her watch.
Although he doesn't want to accept any more disciples, if the girl can learn something through her own efforts, she deserves it.
In martial arts, the most important thing is always inheritance, rather than limiting the concept of the sect and building things behind closed doors.
From the beginning of the day to the middle of the day, Yin'er waved the shuriken over and over again. There were times when she got tired from practicing and wanted to sneak away. After seeing Ning Chen not far away who had been staring at her, she had to give up this unrealistic idea.
At noon, after finally staying up until lunch time, Yin'er put away his sword, smiled at the person on the side, and ran away without a trace.
Ning Chen shook his head slightly, this girl.
In the distance, the girl also left quietly, not daring to make a sound for fear of scaring the heavens.
Ning Chen deliberately did not look back and acted as if he had not seen her. After the girl left, he stepped back to the boat.
On the Mishui River, the lake scenery is so beautiful, but the red dress in Painted Boat has no energy to take another look.
The next moment, green light and red light rose in Painted Boat. Ning Chen transported the power of the polar sun and forcibly fused the body of the master of the double fronts.
Zi Chuan died in the battle, Qi Huan and others also died in the hands of Ink Lord. In addition, Xiang Yuan's life was in danger. The frustrated Lü Luo absorbed all the two people's martial arts into his body, and then entrusted all human affairs from now on.
The nine sons of Momen who were so powerful in the past have almost all fallen now. There is no doubt about Ink Lord's next target.
Ning Chen understands very well that no matter whether the demon body and the main body can make it back in time, he must prepare for the worst.
There is no doubt about the power of Ink Lord, especially after swallowing Qi Huan and the other two peak masters, it may be very close to the True Realm.
The next time Ink Lord attacks, it will be an extremely difficult battle. He must prepare with all his strength, otherwise, this disaster will become his last battle.
On Azure Boat, the condensed true essence is surging continuously. Outside Azure Boat, the water surface is shaking, and waves are gradually rising one after another.
After going through all the hardships and finally reaching the pinnacle of perfection, there is only one step left to enter immortality. However, this step is the most difficult step in the world.
For tens of thousands of years in the world, almost no one has been able to take this step. Although most of the reason is because the existence of Underworld King Barrier limits the laws of heaven and earth in the world, part of the reason is because this step is inherently difficult beyond imagination.
Azure Boat is drifting, with the waves centered on the boat and spreading outwards until a hundred feet away.
After several impacts, it was difficult to overcome the natural chasm. Ning Chen opened his eyes, sighed softly, and gathered his true energy. It seemed that he was too impatient. Trying to fuse Lü Luo and Xiang Yuan's martial arts to impact Immortal Ascension Realm might not be the right path.
Outside the boat, the scorching sun was heading westward. More than half of the day had passed. There were no years of cultivation, and two hours had passed before I knew it.
On the river bank, Yin'er had just returned and quietly started practicing his sword without making any announcement.
On the east side of the river, the women who came to wash their clothes could not see the little girl who was practicing sword practice in the distance, and no one dared to say anything. Mishui River, as if there was a separation between the immortal and the mortal world, two completely different scenes.
Among the women, the girl was also working on the laundry, but her clear eyes looked into the distance from time to time, full of envy and longing.
Mortals seek immortality. However, when immortality is in front of them, they dare not disturb the heavenly beings.
The man in red in the lake stood quietly outside the boat, watching the little girl on the river bank practicing her sword without interfering.
In the process of cultivation, you still have to rely on yourself in the end. Others should not interfere too much, otherwise it will have the opposite effect.
Yin'er's sword cannot bear too many of his shadows. Only by going your own way can you realize the uniqueness.
The scorching sun going westward gradually set, and the girls and women left. Before leaving, they looked at the young man in red in front of Painted Boat in the lake, with awe in his eyes.
As night falls, the lights in the distance light up, the lake reflects the moon, and the scene is frosty and desolate.
At the same time, I don't know where, the cold moon hangs high in the sky for nine days. Under the night, on the lonely stage, a butterfly in blue clothes dances alone with long sleeves and performs a startling song. The beauty is breathtaking, but there is no one watching below the stage.
The decals are yellow, with makeup, and the butterflies in the flowers are like fairies descending to earth, more delicate than flowers and more colorful than butterflies.
The sleeves are flying, drawing beautiful white rainbows one after another between the sky and the earth. The butterflies on the stage can't see a trace of brilliance in their eyes. As the saying goes, actors are ruthless, or they have performed all kinds of life, so they can't see themselves clearly in the world of mortals.
With a loud sound, Tears of Buried Flowers flew out of the water sleeves, and the narrow blade bloomed with black brilliance in the butterfly dance. The nine-day cold moon seemed to have lost its color at this moment.
The sword danced faster and faster, and the blade could no longer be seen. Only the black stream of light shone between the sky and the earth. Within a hundred feet, the wind and snow swirled rapidly, turning into a storm and annihilating the butterfly figure.
Boom, there was an earth-shattering earthquake, the wind and snow collapsed, and the entire stage was torn apart. Tears of Buried Flowers lost its edge, and the butterfly sheathed its knife and stepped away.