I'm only one year old, what the hell is the counterattack system?

Chapter 57 Where has the good fortune gone? !

Two months later, Wuliang Mountain.

It was November now, winter was approaching, and the mountain wind was very strong and cold.

Especially at night, the cold mountain wind would carry the ice debris from the deep Wuliang Mountain and blow it all around.

Not to mention ordinary people without any cultivation, even if they have true energy to protect their bodies, if they stand in the mountain wind for a long time, they will feel the chill penetrating into their bones.

"Four thousand five hundred and twelve, four thousand five hundred and thirteen..."

The cold full moon cast its silver light, illuminating Chen Yuan's figure.

Compared to when he joined Wuliang Mountain, his thin body has become much stronger and his stature has grown half a foot taller.

Although he still had the childish look on his face, his expression was calmer, even cold.

For several months, accepting Yan Hai's cruel training arrangement every day not only greatly improved his martial arts skills, but also made his mind much tougher.

Although he would sometimes recall the days in Kyoto Prefecture and think of Zhou Wanyi and Chen Yi, most of the time he didn't even have time to think.

That night, after Yan Hai passed the assessment, he filled his daily schedule.

Apart from the limited time spent on eating and sleeping, he spent the rest of his time either practicing basic swordsmanship or strengthening his body and improving his cultivation.

Moreover, the interval between each course will never exceed half an incense stick.

Under such high-intensity training, he had to use the limited time to rest as much as possible, even if he had to force himself to rest.

Otherwise, even with medicinal baths to temper his body and pills to heal his injuries, he would still find it difficult to withstand such pressure.

However, Yan Hai still feels that these are not enough!
"Didn't you eat? You can't even hold a knife steadily. Do you want to be killed in a fight?!"

While watching Chen Yuan practice, Yan Hai said sarcastically: "If you can't even master such a simple sword technique, how can you inherit my sword legacy?"

"Focus, remember, all sword techniques are based on the basics, from your body's instincts!"

"If you can't kill him, there is no other reason. You can only blame yourself for not practicing well enough and your sword skills are not good enough!"

"Instinct, instinct. When every time you strike out with your sword, the power is concentrated and does not disperse. Only then can you be considered to have entered the door of the sword!"

"If you don't learn the way of the sword, you will never see the ultimate sword skills in your life!"

Yan Hai leaned against a tree, and while scolding Chen Yuan, he would occasionally take out the wine gourd from his waist and take a sip of wine to dispel the coldness in his body.

But even if the mountain wind was very cold, cold enough to scratch Chen Yuan's body and leave blood and frost, he would not hand over the wine gourd.

Not long after, Chen Yuan finished practicing the basic swordsmanship and got half an incense stick of rest time.

But he didn't dare to stop. He could only drag his tired and cold body, stand in a sheltered place, and continue exercising.

This can prevent your body from being frozen by the mountain wind.

"After you rest, you continue to climb the mountain. If you dare to be lazy, I will kill you!"

At this time, Yan Hai frowned, glanced at the mountains in the distance, said something coldly, and turned away, leaving behind Chen Yuan who dared not speak and let the warmth in his body dissipate.

Soon, he arrived at the opposite mountain peak and looked at the old housekeeper who seemed to treat Wuliang Mountain as his own home. He frowned and said:
"How long are you going to stay here?"

Chen Yan turned around and glanced at him, then turned his head to continue looking at Chen Yuan on the distant mountain peak, and said calmly: "Wait until the master gets impatient."

"Hasn't the old marquis been impatient for a long time? Don't think I don't know that you have received five secret letters in a row during this period of time."

"You are quite observant. Tell me, how many of these letters were sent by the master?"

Yan Hai's eyes flashed with ferocity, "Chen Ke, don't push your luck, I'm not your subordinate!"

"This is not Jingye Marquis Mansion, but Wuliang Mountain!"

"Are you anxious?" Chen Yan joked rarely, took out two secret letters he had left behind from his arms and handed them over.

"Since you are curious, let's take a look."

"Hmm?" Yan Hai was stunned for a moment, then he took it and snorted, "I want to see what's on it."

He opened it and glanced at it, frowned slightly, looked at the old butler suspiciously and asked:
"Is the Chen Yi mentioned here the person I know?"

"Except for him, there is no other person." Chen Yan said with a smile: "Two months ago, he joined the Taixu Dao Sect and his cultivation level was raised to the eighth level of Na Yuan Realm. His swordsmanship has also reached the minor success level."

"After the master found out, he sent me three letters in a row urging me to go back. Do you know why I don't want to go back?"

Yan Hai raised the second secret letter in his hand and frowned, "Is it related to this?"

"On the one hand." Chen Yan nodded and said, "He wants me to go to Taixu Dao Sect in person and kill Chen Yi."

"I do not want to do."

"But I don't want to go back to Kyoto Prefecture. There's another thing I don't want to do even more—he wants to kill Chen Fan!"

"But I know..."

Having said this, Chen Kuang paused, and the little figure in the distance was reflected in his old and slightly turbid eyes.

"Even if I don't go back, the master will do it."

"So, I should go now."

Yan Hai frowned, crushed the secret letter into pieces and threw it into the mountain wind.

"You're telling me this because you want me to go with you, right?"

Chen Yan laughed dumbly: "Of course not, I just want you to take good care of him."

Yan Hai understood who he was talking about and snorted, "That's my apprentice, you don't need to worry about that."

"If you don't have the time, you should think about how to face the old marquis's wrath when you return!"

Anger?

Chen Yan recalled that a few months ago, he had personally pushed Chen Yuan into the abyss. He also thought of the eldest lady who came to see the master resolutely that night, and he could not help but sigh.

After a while, he turned to look at Yan Hai, who had a lame leg, and asked, "I heard that you and Li Qingzhou have a grudge?"

Yan Hai's eyes twitched, his face instantly turned pale, and he spoke word by word: "You, what do you want to ask?"

"If Yuan'er comes down the mountain after completing his studies, remember to have him kill Li Qingzhou's disciples."

After saying this, Chen Yan left lightly and disappeared into the depths of the night.

Yan Hai's face was stunned, and his eyes were sinister and fierce.

"I don't need you to teach my apprentice what to do!"

"And Li Qingzhou's apprentice, he..."

When the words came to his lips, Yan Hai paused and recalled the contents of the secret letter.

Chen Yi, Chen Yuan's second brother is Li Qingzhou's apprentice, which means...

“Hahaha… Chen Ke, ah Chen Ke, you are worthy of being called Blood Slaughter!”

"I agree to this matter!"

It is so heartless and unrighteous that it is better to take the sword from your brother!

(End of this chapter)