Martial Arts Master

Two days later, it was still cold in the Imperial Capital.

When Lou Cheng stepped into the courtyard again, Mr. Mei was tending to the flowers and plants, leisurely and contented.

He changed into a short black robe, which was not the same as before. His silver hair was much thinner, and the loneliness in his eyes was even worse.

"Junior pays homage to Senior Mei." Lou Cheng bowed respectfully.

Mr. Mei raised his head, his eyebrows that were about to pop out of his face twitched twice, and said with a kind smile:

"The second room on the left."

"Thank you, senior." Lou Cheng walked towards the left side of the quadrangle without being verbose or chatting. Elder Mei lowered his head and focused on the flowers and plants again, as if nothing else mattered.

After stepping onto the steps and stopping in front of his destination, Lou Cheng stared at the windowless room for a few seconds before reaching out and pushing open the door with mottled copper locks.

The squeaking sound dragged on for a long time, and the scene inside slowly appeared in his eyes.

The ground is paved with blue bricks, and nothing is placed. The feeling of emptiness and coldness is palpable, as if even in summer, this place will feel like late autumn.

Lou Cheng did not look around, his eyes were directly attracted to a picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall. It was dark and dark around it, not affected by external light. He could only vaguely see a Taoist statue depicted in the center, and the Yuanshi Tianzun in the Taoist temple. The statue somewhat resembles a Taoist priest.

With Lou Cheng's current state and strength, he couldn't see clearly. He instinctively took a few steps forward, entered the room, and got closer.

The light in his eyes gathered, like a sun taking shape, shining in front of him, trying to penetrate the darkness.

At this moment, a blur suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, surrounded by darkness, boundless, and bright dots in the distance, pure white and dazzling, moving slowly along a mysterious trajectory.

"I balanced the 'cosmic starry sky' of Cheng Dan...how did it appear naturally?" Lou Cheng's thoughts just flashed through his mind when he suddenly saw a hand as white as jade pressing down.

Its five fingers are held empty, and the palm is dark and deep, making the starry sky and the universe become smaller and smaller, becoming more and more solid.

Click!

The "stars" were shattered one after another, the darkness shrank rapidly, returned to one point, and then erupted and fell apart!

Kick, kick, kick! Lou Cheng took a few steps back and retreated out of the door. There was blood oozing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his energy was obviously listless, and his head was hurting abnormally.

In just a few breaths, he felt like he had fought hard against the "Dragon King" and the "Martial Saint"!

"This is the Forbidden Department. Yuqing chapter? What level did the senior who created this magical skill reach? Is it something that can only be met but not sought?" With his thoughts swirling, Lou Cheng sat down cross-legged, calmed his breathing, and then moved forward and backward in an orderly manner. I visualized the words "Ji" and "Lin" and fell into deep sleep.

An hour later, he opened his eyes, refreshed.

With his back straining, Lou Cheng stood up and stepped into the house again. He looked at the dark scroll and saw the same scene. He could hold on for a few seconds longer than before.

Twice, three times... When he endured the pain from deep sleep and wanted to continue to comprehend, he saw Mr. Mei standing at the door wearing a black short robe.

"Go back, think more, and understand more. Before entering the forbidden realm, each warrior will see different scenes due to his own foundation and what he has learned. The same warrior will also have different insights after a period of time. There will be subtle differences." Mr. Mei said in a calm tone, "As long as you continue to complete a task every year, you can come and understand it once. Haha, you can't bite off more than you can chew. Let's digest the previous gains first."

"Yes, Senior Mei." Lou Cheng suppressed the melancholy in his heart.

He turned around and walked towards the courtyard door. When he was about to go out, he suddenly looked back and asked:

"Senior Mei, can I share my understanding of the Forbidden Divine Art with others?"

"If other warriors don't mind." Mei Lao smiled slightly.

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In a few days, the finals of the "Super Rank Battle" will begin, between the defending champion "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou, the challenger "Dragon King" Chen Qitao, the "Clown" Gu Jianxi and the "Ming King" Zhihai. In a single round-robin format, if there is a If the three players have the same record and each other's victory or defeat forms a closed loop, there will be an extra match.

The worries of Lou Cheng and "Luo Queen" Ning Zitong arose in the first game. Due to the draw of lots, the "Dragon King" beat the "Martial Saint" head-on. This time, he won, but was seriously injured.

After that, the peerless twins, who both suffered losses, took advantage of "Ming King" Zhihai. He won three out of three matches and became the "super strong player" of this year. He won his second personal title, far ahead of his contemporaries such as Lou Cheng, Peng Leyun and Ren Li. Musha.

Not long after the "super-quality battle" ended, the top professional competitions rekindled the war, and the curtain of the new session was about to begin.

The person responsible for this matter is the last "No. 1 in the world" Dragon Tiger Club. They will sit in Chixia Mountain in Huacheng to meet the challenge of the Foreign League.

Friday afternoon was dark and steamy.

A luxurious minibus drove out of the airport and headed to the "Guyue Hotel". In the car were the foreign gang members of the League of Foreign Relations and their assistants and other personnel.

Kaoru Karasawa no longer wore a kimono, but instead put on the Kwanwai League away martial arts uniform with a white base and red accents. The "puffer fish pill" was hidden in the sheath, lying across her knees.

She used the corner of her eye to observe Lu Yongyong, who was sitting by the opposite window. She saw that his hair was neatly combed back, and he was admiring the street scene outside with a very indifferent expression. The world-famous "Zhanshen Sword" was standing calmly Next to it, against the seat, a dark green scabbard shimmered.

"Hmm..." Karasawa Kaoru did not look away, but adjusted his sitting posture, seeming to be imitating the other party, just like when he first entered "Shinsai-ryu" and was accepted as a disciple by his master.

In those years, when I was still very short, I always imitated every move of my master, whether it was martial arts or daily habits, in order to cultivate my temperament and adjust my mind. It was not until I became successful in swordsmanship that I gradually formed my own style.

Master once said that every strong man starts by imitating his predecessors!

I will now start over by myself, starting from imitating Senior Lu!

He is a master of swordsmanship, and has some similarities with Japanese swordsmanship. His master once visited him in his prime, learned about "swordsmanship", and was convinced by him. He believed that he is better than before because of this relationship. Only then can he bypass the obstacles and enter the Foreign Alliance.

A strong "swordsman" who can fill his master with awe every time he mentions it, is indeed someone worth imitating!

Karasawa Kaoru felt that he had once again found the enthusiasm he had when he first practiced "kendo".

Well…the biggest barrier right now is language…

At this moment, the sky became a little darker again, and the rain suddenly fell, blurring the car windows.

The rain of spring... Tang Zexun thought in a daze.

Suddenly, she heard Lu Yongyuan talking to himself in a low voice and an erratic tone:

"It's raining."

The rain outside the window was getting worse, and the dark green scabbard beside Lu Yongyong came out with a continuous and long moaning sound. There was a feeling that the dullness was gone and joy filled the air, like a real dragon finally taking off its restraints and tumbling in the air. The clouds move and rain.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the sword's roar echoed, and Tang Zexun seemed to be touched by something, but it was difficult to have a clear idea.

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"It's raining..." Ning Zitong looked out the window and sighed in the Longhu Club's large conference room.

"It's not like I've never seen rain before." Coach Lu Yan responded impatiently, then looked at Lou Cheng and Guo Jie and said, "Let's continue talking about the Foreign League."

"Yeah." After living in Huacheng for so long, Lou Cheng is no longer surprised by rain, even if it is the first rain after spring.

Guo Jie was even more focused and kept staring at the projection screen, even though she was unlikely to play. As for the "Dragon King", she was receiving "comprehensive treatment" in the hospital and would not be able to compete again for more than ten days.

Lu Yan nodded and said unceremoniously:

"The Foreign Alliance is not strong."

"Except for Lu Yongyong, there are many Waigangs left, but none of them can get the first grade."

"Lu Yongyi will talk about it last. Since he created the sword technique, his strength has been increasing day by day, and he has the qualifications to truly compete for the title. We must pay attention to it."

"In addition to him, the Guanwai League also has two second-grade members, one third-grade member, and Tang Zexun, who has recently joined and has not yet reported to the association for finalization."

"The two second-grade ones are clearly Li Pingwa, the 'Golden Haired Dragon', and Zhu Xiaoyun, the 'Mirage Dragon'."

When the word "golden fur" was mentioned, Ning Zitong glanced at Lou Cheng and laughed out loud, destroying the solemn atmosphere that Lu Yan had deliberately created.

"Actually, I think nicknames like God of Plague and Doom are much stronger than Jian Lai Jian Qu." She said.

"I also want to change my nickname, but no one listens..." Lou Cheng was very helpless.

That "Mirage Dragon" Zhu Xiaoyun is famous for her illusion skills, and he should be the Waigang expert who is currently teaching Sister Jingjing...

Boom, boom, boom, Lu Yan knocked on the table a few times, then continued:

"Li Pingwa was originally placed high hopes by the Guanwai League, thinking that he could quickly become a first-class player, and after a few years of accumulation, he could even hope to compete for the title. However, his growth trajectory was not as expected. It was said that not long after he was promoted, he encountered the Dragon King and was beaten and lost. Confidence, it is said that his father, who depended on each other for life, passed away in the year he was outside Gang, which made him devastated. From then on, he was confused, couldn't find his direction, and his improvement was slow."