sbdcsierra Chapter 212
Chapter 212
Zhu Jiuyin sat cross-legged, while the blue-shirted boy Rusong stood.
Both master and apprentice were expressionless.
Zhu Jiuyin couldn’t guess what the young man was thinking.
The same goes for teenagers.
“Master, preach and teach karma to solve confusion.”
“As the old saying goes, one day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father.”
“Taiping has bowed nine times in the third division.”
“Shi also passed on my “Sun God Gong” and Mountain and River Fist.”
“The mentor-apprentice relationship has been established.”
The young man said in a loud voice, “Master, is this trying to expel Taiping from the Master?” Looking
at the body of this young man full of vigor and vitality in front of him, there was an indifferent soul living inside.
It is like a raging volcano of red magma, and there is a block of ice that will never melt.
Zhu Jiuyin: “Practice boxing.”
Han Xiangbone: “Good master.” ”
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The February spring breeze is like scissors.
In the bright spring light, the young man strides his horse, and every punch he throws is extremely powerful.
Han Xiangbone, who punched the mountain and river fist for the first time, his freewheeling demeanor is far from being comparable to the original girl.
The girl practiced boxing at the age of seven, and it was not until she was ten years old three years later that she could achieve Han Xiangbone’s ease and freehand.
It has nothing to do with age, it’s purely juvenile savvy that is too good.
Far beyond the girl and the small.
If the young man is obsessed with martial arts, his upper limit is definitely higher than that of a natural sword fetus, and a girl who is pregnant with immortal blood.
It’s a pity ~
Zhu Jiuyin opened his mouth several times.
Every time, I want to talk and stop.
There is no need for pointers at all.
“You practice, go and make up for the teacher.”
“Good.”
Return to the depths of the cave.
Zhu Jiuyin sat cross-kneeled and felt the dragon scale from his sleeve.
The thumb of the right hand gently rubbed the delicate lines of the dragon scales, while slightly closing his eyes, he cast “He Transforms Greatly”.
In front of Zhu Jiuyin’s body, a little bit of light bloomed fiercely.
It exploded like a singularity.
A hazy chaotic mist exploded.
In the mist light mass that exudes the mysterious aura, a rudiment of scales slowly appears.
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On the occasion of the thin western mountains.
Outside the cave, Han Xiangbone’s call sounded.
“Master.”
“Master?”
“Master, are you still alive?”
“Master, it’s going to get dark, and the apprentice will go down the mountain first.”
When Zhu Jiuyin opened his inverted red pupils, it was already the middle of the moon outside.
The chaotic mist in front of him was silent and disappeared.
It was as if the universe that was being conceived by one side had been annihilated.
“Jiao scale fruit is really not so good~”
Zhu Jiuyin lost too much of his mind.
So much so that the cultivation realm of the Land God Immortal Realm actually felt dizzy, and there was no trace of strength between the limbs and hundreds of remains.
When he fought with that swaggering cave heaven lord, he had never been so tired.
Close your eyes.
A slight break for an hour.
Zhu Jiuyin turned into scales for the second time.
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Zhu Jiuyin explained what it means for a real master to lead into the door and practice in the individual.
Sunrise and sunset.
Spring to summer solstice.
Zhu Jiuyin’s figure never appeared at the entrance of the cave again.
Without the owner to accompany him, the little whirlwind ran all day long in the mountains, almost without home.
Zhou Shan Yatai, there is always only one blue-shirted boy.
Zhu Jiuyin stipulated that at one hour every day, he must arrive at the cliff platform to start practicing boxing.
However, the teenager was never on time.
Sometimes the tail comes at the end of the day, sometimes at the end of the day, sometimes even at noon.
No one knows why teenagers sleep so much.
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In the fifteenth year of Fuling, on the 21st day of August, Zhu Jiuyin rarely walked out from the depths of the cave and came to the entrance, overlooking the bleak autumn scenery in the distance.
From the rising sun to the east, until the sun rose until the third pole of the sun, the blue-shirted boy climbed the cliff platform last week with a gasp.
Looking at the master, who had not seen each other for nearly six months, the young man was not stunned or happy, but just asked with a calm face: “Master, how is the result of the retreat?”
Zhu Jiuyin’s expression showed an unconcealable sense of tiredness, stretched out his finger to the two fruitful peach trees on the edge of the cliff, and
replied, “And pick a few peaches for the teacher.” Zhu
Jiuyin ate the woolly peaches while quietly looking at the distant end of the sky.
“Master doesn’t want to eat peaches, but he misses Senior Sister, right?”
Zhu Jiuyin’s action of biting the peach froze slightly.
“Do you know what your biggest problem is?”
The teenager nodded: “Too smart, but too young.”
“Some words, just think about it in your heart, you don’t need to say it.”
“Master, the apprentice will change.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “…”
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Spring to autumn solstice.
Cold and summer.
After a full cycle of four seasons, the sixteenth year of Fuling came as promised.
Zhu Jiuyin was immersed in the scales of the moth and could not extricate himself.
Even if it fails again and again.
It has failed nearly a thousand times, but it still does not stop.
The little whirlwind still does not return home.
The boy is still alone, practicing boxing every day, regardless of the cold and heat, or the fierce wind and rain.
The problem of sleeping in has not changed, and since the sixteen years of Fu Ling, day by day is getting later and later.
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Early August of the sixteenth year of Voling.
The peaches are ripe.
The boy who changed from a blue shirt to a coarse linen coat picked a dozen new peaches early and placed them at the entrance of the cave.
Until sunset, Zhu Jiuyin still did not appear.
The boy took the peaches into his arms and ate them as he walked down the mountain.
Forty days after that.
The teenager picks peaches every day.
Until there was no more of the two peach trees, he still couldn’t wait for Zhu Jiuyin to get out.
The first snow in the sixteenth year of Fuling fell on the third day of the first lunar month.
Zhoushan Cliff Terrace.
After playing a set of mountain and river boxing, the young man put away his fist, withdrew his horse steps, and came to the edge of the cliff, looking at the white distant mountains.
The north wind whistled and blew the broken snow, lapping the boy’s thin body.
“I even feel lonely~” The
teenager has never had friends.
None of my friends are drunk and meaty.
Not before.
Not now.
Not even later.
When he was in Northern Qi, the Han Family Library had hundreds of thousands of books of various types, accompanying the teenager throughout his childhood.
The teenager does not feel lonely.
After the Han family was beheaded, a ten-year-old boy with one person and one sword, not far away, across dozens of countries, went south to the Wei Kingdom.
Five years south, the young man met all kinds of people, saw the life, old age, illness and death of ordinary people, joy, anger and sorrow.
That bittersweet scene is extremely vivid for the teenager, far from being comparable to cold words.
The teenager does not feel lonely either.
Even after coming to this town for nearly two years, the teenager didn’t even have anyone to talk to, and he never felt lonely.
It’s snowing today.
Just stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the silver-covered heaven and earth.
Suddenly.
A sense of gloom welled up in my heart.
The loneliness came suddenly, and the teenager who hit was caught off guard.
Since the third snowy day of the first month of the month, the boy has not come to Zhoushan Cliff Platform again.
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Sixteenth year of Fuling, twenty-seventh month of La Yue.
Deep in the caves of Zhoushan.
Zhu Jiuyin, whose thick black hair dragged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.
In front of him, a crimson scale the size of a baby’s palm was impressively suspended.
From time to time, it emits a faint blood light.
Scales, it’s done!
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PS: The matter has been dealt with, and Ming’er has recovered two changes.
In other words, didn’t school start on September 1st?