When the Tiangao City team came out of the locker room and met up with the Xiushan preliminaries team, Jiang Shuiyan and Huang Bing couldn't help but try to identify that familiar figure. Unfortunately, they couldn't do so and only felt regret.
After recognizing Lou Cheng, they remembered some forgotten details. For example, during the Provincial Youth Tournament, Lou Cheng represented the Gushan Martial Arts School, and they were now at the Gushan Martial Arts School!
No wonder they met him!
After the Youth Tournament, most of the martial artists watched Lou Cheng's battle videos over and over again. Except for a few who had turned into fans, no one would watch videos related to the tournament over and over again. Primates tend to forget things that aren't that important at an alarming rate.
Of course, if Xiushan had directly displayed the words "Gushan Martial Arts School" when they had first confirmed the schedule of the Friendly Competition, it would not have been difficult for Jiang Shuiyan and the others to notice and make the connection. However, they had only been led here after arriving in the city. Some of the contestants had not even seen the signboard of the martial arts school clearly. As for the martial artists who had recognized the words, most of their attention was focused on the upcoming competition. The content of the signboard was almost gone. They only casually said, "Oh, Gushan Martial Arts School …"
Jiang Shuiyan was a little disappointed that Lou Cheng didn't appear. But when she glanced over, she found Monk Wenguang holding a mobile phone and using his index finger to poke and draw something. He seemed to be having a hard time.
For some reason, she felt that the scene of a monk holding a modern technology was very strange. So she turned her head and smiled. "Master, do you need help?"
I'm the best at teaching the elderly to use mobile phones!
The moment Jiang Shuiyan turned her head, Monk Wenguang pressed his finger and locked the screen. Then he smiled and said, "Donor Jiang, thank you. I'm just writing an email. I don't need any help."
Wow, he knows how to write an email with a mobile phone! Jiang Shuiyan smiled secretly and praised him from the bottom of her heart.
"Master, you really keep up with the times."
"Amitabha. If I don't go to hell, who will?" Monk Wenguang put his palms together and replied with a smile.
…
"Swordsman! Swordsman! Swordsman!"
In the Inner Disciple's Strength Training Room, a deep ancient sound kept reverberating, as if a mysterious feeling had connected the heaven and earth.
With an empty thermos behind him, Lou Cheng stood still and hugged a mercury lead ball with both hands. He let it fall gently and roll slowly with a rhythm. Using external pressure and subtle feeling, he worked with the tempering and nourishing of his body and spirit.
This was the Swordsman Formula that the Queen of Thought, Fei Dan had created. Not only did Lou Cheng use it here, but he also used it when he visualized the Frozen River Diagram, the Frozen Ground Diagram, the Prairie Fire Diagram, and the Zhurong Diagram during his Dan Stage cultivation in the Ice Sect and the Fire Sect.
While he was tempering again and again, a wonderful change happened in the half-closed power room. On one side, the temperature was rising, and there was a hidden scorching heat. On the other side, a cool breeze was blowing, and the surface of the metal apparatus was getting colder and colder to the touch. The two intertwined and formed a vortex, rotating slowly and strangely maintaining a balance.
Lou Cheng didn't know how long it had been, but he finished his internal training.
When he put down the giant lead ball and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, the cold and heat in the power room were immediately out of balance and collided with each other, creating a strong wind and even a thin mist that disappeared in a flash.
Lou Cheng bent down and picked up a towel to wipe the sweat on his face. He looked a little tired but his body was unusually refreshed. He picked up his things and walked out of the room, planning to find a place to practice his punches and kicks.
"Brother Lou Cheng!"
When he walked to the stairs, he saw his cousin Qi Yunfei's boyfriend, Ding Yanbo, standing straight beside her with his hands hanging down.
"Didn't you rest at noon?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.
Ding Yanbo said with excitement and joy, "We only practice in the morning."
So he waited here!
"I heard from Feifei that you got the certificate of Amateur Ninth Pin?" Lou Cheng put one hand in his pocket and asked casually.
Qi Yunfei was like a husky that broke free from the chain after she started studying at Xiushan No.1 Middle School. She came home only once a month and was either playing with her roommates or going on dates with her boyfriend.
Fortunately, the mid-term exam gave her a head-on blow. After that, she calmed down and began to study seriously.
"Yes, yes, it hasn't been long." Ding Yanbo replied cautiously, but his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes revealed the joy and pride in his heart.
"Not bad. You've only been practicing martial arts for half a year, and your body hasn't fully developed yet. You can get the certificate of Amateur Ninth Pin. That's pretty good. There's hope for you to make a living." Lou Cheng was not stingy with his praise.
"I heard from Feifei that you only took a month?" Ding Yanbo asked curiously while beaming with joy.
"Sort of." Lou Cheng had long passed the stage of showing off to kids. He said affirmatively, "Practice hard. As long as you work hard, you'll have a chance!"
He was hinting that if Ding Yanbo could improve to the level of Amateur First Pin and his general physical fitness, he wouldn't hide the Internal Training Method he got.
Ding Yanbo had heard Qin Rui mention similar things several times before. After hearing the tune, he knew what Qin Rui meant. He immediately answered excitedly,
"Yes, Brother Lou Cheng!"
Lou Cheng nodded slightly and didn't say more. He found another place and replied to Yan Zheke's message first. Then he started to practice his punches and kicks, making cracking sounds and creating wind.
He focused on the 13th move of the Ice Sect, "Snow Cover" and the 19th move, "Cold Swallow". They were ingenious and required a lot of effort. There were too many changes to explore. It was not easy to just throw them aside after mastering them.
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, Lou Cheng felt his energy was running out. He finished his practice, took a shower, and changed into clean and fresh clothes.
"After practicing like this, I feel so fulfilled." He sent a message to Yan Zheke with a snickering emoji.
Yan Zheke was still in the middle of a family activity. After a few minutes, she said with bright eyes, "Our Cheng is so hardworking. I'm ashamed!"
"Hehe, it's very motivating to have a goal in front of you." Lou Cheng replied with an emoji of showing off his arm muscles. "To be honest, the Guardian Willpower will give me continuous motivation. But if there's no urgent matter or situation, I won't be able to 'sprint'. Step by step, step by step, it won't give me a sense of drive."
Of course, it was steadier and longer-lasting.
"Then should I give you some sense of crisis?" Yan Zheke sent an emoji covering mouth and laughing. "Actually, I feel bad for you since you're so tired. Keep it up and defeat the Demon King Peng Leyun!"
"Okay!" Lou Cheng didn't say anything heroic. Instead, he smiled and said, "I'll have more time to rest if you stay with me more."
After leaving the Gushan Martial Arts School, he went to visit his grandparents on the way. After that, he leisurely returned home. Lying on the bed without caring about his image, he chatted with Yan Zheke while reading a novel. It was a very relaxing life, clearing away the fatigue in his soul.
…
It was late at night. In a temple at the foot of Xiushan.
Monk Wenguang was turning the prayer beads with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he bounced to the entrance of the wing-room without moving his body and waist. He opened the door and looked at the two people outside.
"So fast?"
One of them was tall and majestic. His aura was restrained, but there was a sense of intimidation when he looked around. If it was summer, all snakes, insects, rats, and ants would have retreated due to the inexplicable evil spirit.
The burly man laughed and said, "Not bad, not bad."
"Donor Dong, please." Monk Wenguang raised his hand.
When Dong Shaoyang walked in, Wenguang turned to the other person and said respectfully, "Senior Sinful Flame, please."
The newcomer had deep eye sockets, a straight nose, gray hair, and fire in his eyes. He looked like a middle-aged man. He was the Divine Enchanter of Sinful Flame!
The Divine Enchanter of Sinful Flame nodded slightly and walked in silently.
After Wenguang closed the door, Dong Shaoyang paced a few steps and asked with great interest,
"Master, when do we start?"
"Namo Amitabha. Donor Dong, don't be so anxious." Wenguang answered in surprise.
"I'm quite anxious." Dong Shaoyang smiled and said, "Since he won the Provincial Youth Tournament, I've been unconvinced. I want to find a chance to compete with him and see who's the best among the young fighters in Xing Province!"
"Unfortunately, I can't do it without an order. I can only wait. Now I finally have a chance. Master, how can I not be anxious?"
His face was mature and his posture was bold. He seemed to be in his thirties, but the meaning behind his words was that he might not be twenty-six years old, or even twenty-two years old!
"But you have to wait for the right time." Monk Wenguang persuaded.
At this time, the Divine Enchanter of Sinful Flame, who had been silent all this time, said in a low voice,
"Don't alarm the local authorities."
"Senior Sinful Flame, I know." Dong Shaoyang replied with a smile and turned to Wenguang, "The target only has one life and death experience? That's too little. A fighter who hasn't seen much blood in the arena is naturally weak! "
"That's why I asked you to come." Wenguang put his palms together and smiled.
Dong Shaoyang laughed and said,
"Okay! Then I'll let him experience what it means to be between life and death! "
There was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts. There was no exception to the ambition to be the best!
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