This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 176 Xiang is no longer building a foundation

"Dear students, the Spring Festival is the beginning of the year, when everything is renewed and the world is filled with a peaceful atmosphere."

"Time flies, and we should think about it..."

Two months have passed since the New Year, and the festive atmosphere has faded. Wang Wenxu brought up the matter again and said some words about how time is precious and should be cherished. He encouraged the students to treasure every minute and every second, cherish the opportunity to learn, and work hard to enrich themselves.

Finally, my point is that I hope some students will not skip classes at every turn and waste their good talent for studying.

Xiao He held his head high and chest puffed out, there was no doubt that it was him.

Then, Wang Wenxu distributed test papers and asked the students to write a poem on the theme of "The Passage of Time".

Xiang Yuan held his head high, inspiration bursting into his mind, and he felt that he could compose another original song today.

Which song should I create?
Xiang Yuan looked at the blank paper in front of him, sighing that being talented also has its difficulties. A talented young man like him often doesn't know where to start because of his quick wit and frequent wonderful sentences.

Alas, being a genius is also difficult!

Xiao He curled his lips, and seeing Xiang Yuan was so excited that he was about to make a scene, he threw away the brush in his hand and lost interest in writing a poem to tease Wang Wenxu.

The last time he and Xu Jixian wrote great works, it was to cover for Xiang Yuan. Knowing that this kid had a little talent, he would naturally not be willing to be a stepping stone.

It’s better to sleep than to write shit.

Wang Wenxu walked around the audience on the podium. Seeing Xiang Yuan writing quickly like an immortal, his eyes lit up and he ran to the back row quickly.

"untitled"

There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

Wang Wenxu nodded secretly. There were no flowery words or complicated rhetoric in the poem. Like "Song of Pity the Peasants", it was just plain language, simple narration, and easy to remember. It was another masterpiece worth passing on.

Although not very relevant to the topic, these are minor issues. The changes of the four seasons are all there, and there are also inspiring advice. The more Wang Wenxu read, the happier he became.

"Okay, okay, this is a very good sentence."

Wang Wenxu stroked his beard with a smile. He didn't need to read other articles anymore. After reading this poem today, it should become clear to him. He would go back and prepare two side dishes.

The gentleman really knows what he is talking about!

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly, and was just about to say something like "there are many good horses but few good horse trainers" and brag about business with Wang Wenxu, when he saw Wang Wenxu take out a clean and tidy test paper and put it in front of him.

"???"

"It's still early for get out of class to end. If you think about it for a while, maybe you can even improvise a poem."

Wang Wenxu's old face was slightly red. He was eager to read the beautiful poems after reading one. He was afraid that Xiang Yuan would see his thoughts, so he said righteously: "Sir, I have read your poems several times. They are concise and to the point, but too plain. You can try to use more ornate words to reduce the maturity that should not be present at your age."

If you are addicted just say so, there is no need to make it so complicated.

Xiang Yuan complained in his heart and frowned, "Sir, I can also write poems with gorgeous words, but I am just short of time, and it is difficult to write poems that fit the topic."

"It's okay, just treat it as writing practice." Wang Wenxu urged.

"Just follow sir and practice writing."

Xiang Yuan picked up the brush and thought about it. He recited a poem "Qingyu'an" to Zener in the Wusheng Realm last time to prevent the witch from plagiarizing it. He decided to copy it now. Bah, he would create an original poem now.

Swish swish!
Xiang Yuan wrote the whole poem quickly, put down the brush, and blushed slightly: "Please forgive me, sir. I was born in poverty and have little knowledge. I have never seen the world. This poem is forced to be elegant. Do you think it's okay?"

"..."

Wang Wenxu stared at the jade table in front of him with wide eyes, his Adam's apple moving up and down. He was so shocked by the talent and spirit that was overwhelming him that he was speechless.

Seeing his poor performance, Xiao He was furious and wanted to give him some advice. After reading the whole article in silence, he sat back in his seat, tears of humiliation streaming down his face.

Not only can he write poetry and lyrics, he is also a martial arts genius!
God is cruel and makes people exhausted. What should we do? It would be better to let Xiao share some of the burden.

In class that day, Wang Wenxu confiscated all but two of Xiang Yuan's test papers, and even didn't even look at them. He had seen too many good things, and was floating in the clouds of talent, so he was afraid that he would see something that was an eyesore and be pulled back to the human world.

Two more songs, it feels like something is crawling on my body!
When the get out of class was over, Wang Wenxu posted the two test papers on the wall of the corridor. The students were dissatisfied and none of them said a word after seeing them.

The top student was devastated. She turned around in despair and found Xiang Yuan following Xiao He away. The latter seemed to be out of sorts. He no longer had his usual cheerful smile and kept wiping his tears.

Oh, Mr. Xu is seriously ill, he must be going to attend a funeral!

Sima Qingyan cursed Xu Jixian viciously, then rode a fast horse and caught up with the carriage heading to Fengxian County.

In the carriage, Xiao He was still crying. When Xiang Yuan asked him, he said he was happy.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, who are you looking for among the crowd, where are you spending the New Year, where are you watching the fireworks, it sounds like it's not a small county town." Xiao He asked while wiping his tears.

Who else could it be? Your sister!

Xiang Yuan was a very honest person. He said whatever he thought. He said bluntly, "Brother Xiao, it was your sister. These days I spent half of my time practicing martial arts and the other half accompanying her under the moonlight. It's hard to describe the specific details. You just need to know that your sister and I are basically in a relationship where we have decided to spend our lives together."

Haha, here we go again!
Seeing that Xiang Yuan was still obsessed with his 'non-existent' sister, Xiao He sneered in his heart and rolled his eyes, "Brother Xiaoyuan, the Xu guy is just talking nonsense. I really don't have a sister. Even if I do, she looks exactly like the Xu guy. You should think it over carefully."

Haha, here we go again!
Xiang Yuan nodded: "I asked, it's your sister, there's no mistake."

"Haha, you might have been deceived by some witch..."

Xiao He muttered to himself, and when he heard the sound of horse hooves from behind, he raised his eyebrows: "It's Qingyan, finally, she came to see me! Hehe, it's hard to refuse a beautiful woman's intention. Brother Xiaoyuan, do you think I should give in to her out of pity, or should I play hard to get and refuse her?"

"Forget it, she wants to stab you to death with a sword."

Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes. Sima Qingyan fell into Xiao He's hands and was treated like a donkey in the production team. Such a righteous female hero was forced to learn the evil magic of the Yellow Springs Dao. She didn't know how much she hated Xiao He.

"What does Miss Sima want to see you for?"

"How could I know that?"

Xiao He touched his chin and asked the servant to turn right and go deeper into the grove. If Sima Qingyan felt that breaking through the foundation building process would allow him to get back the evidence of his father's corruption and abuse of power, he would let Xiang Yuan teach Sima Qingyan a lesson.

The carriage turned right and slowly drove into a small road. Sima Qingyan followed decisively. After three or five miles, the carriage stopped.

Xiao He jumped out of the car, put one hand on his waist and protected Xiang Yuan in front of him, and said arrogantly: "Si, why are you chasing me? This is a desolate place. I advise you not to have any ideas, otherwise I will report to the police!"

Sima Qingyan didn't even look at Xiao He, he dismounted and said to Xiang Yuan with concentration: "Some time ago, I received a letter from my junior sister, saying that you saved a group of my senior sisters in Juhai Villa in Yongchuan County."

"There is such a thing."

Xiang Yuan could not quite remember Zhang Celiang, the leader of the navy of Juhai Villa, but Wu Wan, the demon girl of the Dao of Illusion, remembered him clearly. Angel investors must always keep him in mind.

"I came here today to express my gratitude and to congratulate you on your advancement into the foundation-building stage."

Sima Qingyan bowed respectfully, and then said: "Last year, in the battle at the mass grave, you and I were tied and there was no winner. I have a thorn in my heart and my thoughts are not clear. Now that I have reached the foundation, I come to ask for your guidance."

After saying this, he flashed the sword in his hand, with rage burning in his eyes.

It was clearly you who was captured alive by me last time, so how come the outcome is still undecided?

Also, your thoughts are not clear, is it because you were ripped off by the pawn shop?

Xiang Yuan complained in his heart, there was a thorn in his heart, if he stroked it, it would be smoothed out. If not, his doctor Xiang was a well-known gynecologist, all the beautiful women said that his doctor worked well, so there was no need to make a special trip to fight with him.

What if it gets even more congested?

Xiang Yuan was used to fighting the strong with the weak. Since his opponent did not have an advantage in realm, he had no desire to draw his sword.

Sima Qingyan has reached the foundation-building stage, which is cause for celebration, but he saw from someone that he would soon no longer be at the foundation-building stage. After this fight, Sima Qingyan would no longer have a thorn in his chest, but a fire stick.

Seeing Xiang Yuan not speaking and looking strange, Sima Qingyan frowned and asked, "How about a fight?"

"Well, I'll obey you."

Xiang Yuan felt his body and realized that the Tiger Roar Knife was broken. He looked around and picked up a dry branch on the ground.

It was shaped like a scimitar and made a whistling sound when swung. Xiao He instantly became enlightened and exclaimed that it was a wonder of nature. He was willing to buy it at a high price.

Nice knife, he likes it very much.

Xiang Yuan held up the 'knife' and said to Sima Qingyan: "This is it, it is of the right length and weight. I have already drawn the knife, please draw your sword, Miss Sima."

"Sir, please draw your sword!" Sima Qingyan's face turned cold.

"This is the knife."

"It's just a piece of dead wood!"

"The pattern is small. How can a knife be such an inconvenient thing?" Xiang Yuan said lightly, with an unfathomable look on his face.

Xiao He stood aside with his eyes wide open, thinking to himself how hateful he was, as he was fooled by him again.

I shouldn't have stood so close.

Xiao He looked at Sima Qingyan with a look of disgust and gloating.

Three months ago, Xiang Yuan returned from his travels with the foundation-building stage's Yin-Yang fusion cultivation level. He was also trained by the mysterious master for another three months, and at least fifty acupoints were opened. Not to mention being able to release protective Qi, he must have mastered the basic skills of releasing true Qi.

Before the battle even started, Xiao He had already calculated that the outcome had been decided.

Qingyan, oh Qingyan, why did you want to be beaten for no reason? Now look what you have done. You won’t be able to sleep when you go back.

Xiao He thought happily and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan is very skillful. You can kill people and destroy their hearts. The lady surnamed Si is irritated by you and she is in a state of panic. If you take out your sword halfway through the fight, she will definitely not be your opponent. By then, there will be no one around in the wilderness. I will be there to protect you. You don't have to worry about the Xiang family having no successors!"

Why don't you say that you will follow General Xiang until death?

Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes, stepped forward with a knife, and kept some distance from the funny Xiao He: "Miss Sima, let's make a quick decision, time is precious, I'm waiting to go back to attend Brother Xu's funeral."

Sima Qingyan's eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Since you are so confident of your skills, I will take advantage of your weapons!"

After saying this, the sword was unsheathed.

Sima Qingyan's figure appeared and disappeared in the sword light, light and graceful, man and sword became one. As the tip of the sword danced, the sword light was as clear as water, as if countless petals were falling in the air, but disappeared without a trace when they were about to touch the ground.

Jian Xinzhai's first move: Flowers fall without a trace.

The unique skills of the world's top forces have their own explanations for each move and form, which are said to be simplified according to the evolution of the laws of heaven and earth. Because it is a simplification of the complex, it is possible to go from simple to complex. For example, Xiang Yuan's understanding of the Lone Star Chasing the Moon and Thunder Moving the Nine Heavens can independently deduce a set of swordsmanship. Different warriors who practice and comprehend will have different deduction results.

Jian Xinzhai's move, Flowers Fall Without a Trace, is based on the natural sword technique and is delicate and sad, just like how many flowers have fallen.

The sword's momentum is unpredictable, like flowers swaying in the wind, changing in a myriad of ways as it dances. Every time the sword tip trembles and turns, it contains countless possibilities, making it difficult to predict where it will land next.

There is also a sad mood, just like the helplessness and regret when facing the fallen flowers all over the ground, which directly attacks the soul and disturbs the opponent's mood, making it difficult for him to remain calm.

Sima Qingyan must have learned this sword after successfully building his foundation. The sword's momentum is like countless petals interweaving and colliding in the air, forming a gorgeous sea of ​​sword light, which is dizzying and at a loss as to where to resist. However, he has not comprehended the deeper level of the soul's killing method. He has a form but no intention, and has not learned the essence. Therefore, although the sword's momentum is dangerous, he does not feel sad.

Of course, it may also be that he did not want to take advantage of Xiang Yuan, so he only used half of the sword move, revealing his impressive skills and forcing him to draw his sword.

"What a sword!"

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly. Jian Xinzhai's unique skills were magnificent and beautiful. Every time he looked at them, he felt it was breathtaking. However, he had seen too many exquisite sword techniques. Sima Qingyan's sword technique had not yet been learned, so it could only be described as fancy.

Xiang Yuan stabbed forward with the knife, and the slightly bent branch slowly moved forward. A layer of true energy surrounded the side, seemingly slow but actually fast, sweeping away the rain of falling flowers along the way and lightly touching Sima Qingyan's shoulder.

"..."

Sima Qingyan's posture of holding the sword was stiff. He stared blankly at the branch on his shoulder, then looked at Xiang Yuan, confusion written all over his eyes.

"Yes, you read that right, you lost."

Xiang Yuan was kind enough to clear up his confusion. He held a knife in one hand and put the other hand behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle: "The message you received is correct, but it's too late. Xiang is no longer in the foundation-building stage."

It's not about building a foundation...

What does it mean? x2
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