A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 433 Old Love
At the moment before Duan Rong drew his knife, no one noticed, not even Duan Rong, that a tear fell from the corner of Lu Qingzhu's eye...

A tear slid down her beautiful yet cold face, like a meteor falling in the dark night.

Just as Lu Qingzhu's sword was about to cut Duan Rong's throat, the knife in Duan Rong's hand flashed white and the blade light suddenly appeared!
Duan Rong's sword light and Lu Qingzhu's sword light intertwined together!
Lu Qingzhu's cultivation level was one small realm higher than Duan Rong's. Duan Rong was at the third level of Yuan Qi Realm, while Lu Qingzhu had already achieved the fourth level of Yuan Qi Realm.

Although Duan Rong's sword light is much more erratic than the real artistic conception sword light in the hands of a cyclone realm warrior, it is much more solid than Lu Qingzhu's sword light.

Although Duan Rong was one small realm weaker than Lu Qingzhu, he took advantage of the sword light and managed to block Lu Qingzhu's attack for a while!

The two men moved as fast as ghosts, fighting back and forth at the edge of the dense forest! Every time the blade and sword gleams met, a strange sound of breaking through the air was heard!
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound breaking through the air, as dense as raindrops!

It was not until this time that Lu Geng and Wang Yue jumped out from the dense forest.

As soon as the two came out of the dense forest, they saw Duan Rong and Lu Qingzhu fighting each other, and they were stunned for a moment.

Not far away, at the edge of the flames on the cliff, Wu Shidao walked to the side of Fan Hongjiao, watching Duan Rong and Lu Qingzhu fighting, and said solemnly: "Senior Sister, is that a blade light?!"

Wu Shidao has always been a thoughtful person, and he can keep calm in the face of difficulties, but at this moment his voice was actually trembling a little.

Fan Hongjiao only hummed in a whisper, but in fact, at this moment, her heart was also in turmoil.

Wu Shidao saw that Fan Hongjiao reacted calmly, and then continued: "But Junior Brother, he is only at the third level of Yuan Qi Realm! How could it be?!"

Fan Hongjiao looked at the figure flashing by the dense forest and said, "Do you recognize the woman who fought with Junior Brother?"

Wu Shidao shook his head and said, "I don't really recognize him. I probably haven't seen him before."

Fan Hongjiao said: "That woman is also in the Yuan Qi realm, but she has also comprehended the sword intent. Although her sword light is not as condensed as Duan Rong's, it is not weak either."

Wu Shidao's eyes moved and he said, "This woman...seems a bit like someone..."

Fan Hongjiao turned around and said, "You saw it too."

Six years ago, Lv Qingzhu was only fourteen years old, the age of early February. At that time, she often traveled around the various peaks in the sect.

At that time, both Wu Shidao and Fan Hongjiao had seen her.

However, she has not been seen since six years ago, and her appearance and temperament have changed in these six years.

What's more, Fan Hongjiao and Wu Shidao were initially shocked by Duan Rong's sudden use of the sword, and had no time to think carefully about the woman.

The fact that Duan Rong can use the sword light means that he has already comprehended the sword's meaning!
It has only been a little over half a year since he advanced to the Yuan Qi realm!

Fan Hongjiao and Wu Shidao, when they comprehended the artistic conception and advanced to the cyclone realm, they went through countless hardships and difficulties, and were beaten to a bloody pulp before they could comprehend the artistic conception and use the power of the artistic conception to form a cyclone.

That’s more than ten years of hard training!

How come it seemed so easy for Duan Rong? He easily comprehended the meaning of the sword and used the sword light!
It was shocking enough that he had achieved the third level of Yuan Qi Realm in half a year! Who would have thought that my junior brother could even comprehend the sword intent!
What kind of freak is this!
You should know that although Lu Qingzhu also comprehended the artistic conception in the Yuanqi realm, her cultivation was personally guided by the ancestor of Taiyi Sect. Even the exercises she practiced were not selected in the Sutra Repository, but were created by the ancestor himself to suit her temperament.

In view of this, she was able to comprehend the artistic conception in the Yuanqi realm, and Fan Hongjiao and Wu Shidao could also understand it.

But what about Duan Rong? Duan Rong practiced like them. Who could know better than them? In the past six months, no one had guided Duan Rong in his practice.

Even Duan Rong never asked Fan Hongjiao any questions related to cultivation.

During the past six months, he has quietly achieved the first, second, and third levels of the Yuan Qi Realm, and has also comprehended the power of the sword!
Such a monster!

Such a genius!

No wonder the master values him so much? !

The two fought for a while, and Duan Rong gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Although Duan Rong's sword intent is better than Lu Qingzhu's sword intent, the gap in realm is still quite large. Lu Qingzhu has been advanced to the fourth major stage of Yuanqi Realm for half a year, and is even only half a step away from achieving the great perfection of Yuanqi Realm.

After a long battle, Duan Rong was obviously defeated!
The shocking force generated by the collision of the two swords and blades had gradually made Duan Rong's hands tremble. This was precisely because his cultivation level was insufficient and he could not suppress the huge recoil force.

The sword in Lu Qingzhu's hand was getting faster and faster. Duan Rong's blade flashed and he staggered backwards.

Fan Hongjiao had naturally seen the situation on the field. Duan Rong was obviously struggling to hold on. She urged the energy in her dantian and swung the whip in her hand.

The tip of the python whip in Fan Hongjiao's hand wrapped around the sword in Lu Qingzhu's hand.

After all, Fan Hongjiao is already a strong man at the third level of the Cyclone Realm. No matter how powerful Lu Qingzhu is, how can he block her whip?

However, Fan Hongjiao only held her weapon to prevent her from hurting anyone, and she did not dare to really hurt Lu Qingzhu.

Who in the sect doesn't know how the sect's ancestor dotes on Lu Qingzhu?
When Duan Rong saw Fan Hongjiao holding Lu Qingzhu, he jumped away immediately.

Even though he was no longer in the fight, Duan Rong's hands were still shaking.

Fan Hongjiao used the python whip to pull Lu Qingzhu's sword and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Lu, I wonder how my junior brother offended you? Tell me and I will teach him a lesson for you. It's really frightening to see you two facing each other with swords like this! I won't be able to explain who gets hurt!"

Duan Rong let out a breath and looked at Fan Hongjiao.

His senior sister usually seemed to be very aggressive and bold, but at this moment, the few words she said to Lu Qingzhu were flawless, soft yet firm, and she also knew the right measure.

It can be seen that she is not incapable of doing it, she just disdains to do it.

Lu Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong with a cold expression and asked, "Is he from your Yunfu Peak now?"

Fan Hongjiao smiled and said, "Yes. My master likes me very much."

Lu Qingzhu said: "Go back and tell Zhu He! I will definitely kill this man!"

After Lu Qingzhu finished speaking, he shook the sword in his hand, and Fan Hongjiao also tactfully let go of the whip from the sword.

Lu Qingzhu sheathed his sword, turned around and walked into the dense forest without even looking at anyone in the scene.

Seeing Lv Qingzhu leave, Fan Hongjiao let out a long sigh, turned to look at Duan Rong, and asked, "Why did you offend Lv Qingzhu? Why did she have to kill you?"

Duan Rong watched Lv Qingzhu's back disappear into the dense forest, his eyes slightly stunned, and then he said: "This is a long story, Senior Sister, let's leave here first."

Fan Hongjiao looked at Duan Rong deeply. She could see that Duan Rong didn't want to say it.

"Okay. Clean up the Yuan Beast corpse and we'll leave."

Lu Qingzhu walked into the dense forest and came to the corpses of the five baby elephants. She picked up the cloth bag that had fallen there, put it on her back, and left.

Lv Qingzhu walked for a while in the dense forest, and suddenly her body stopped. She held onto a tree trunk, gasping for breath, and the cloth bag on her back fell to her feet. At this moment, in the darkness, Lv Qingzhu's face was covered with tears.

She held onto the tree trunk with one hand and couldn't help crying.

At that moment not long ago, she really thought she was going to kill Duan Rong.

At the moment when the sword in her hand was about to cut Duan Rong's throat, the heart in her chest suddenly hurt so much that it felt as if it was twisted to pieces by something.

"Why am I like this?"

"I obviously hate him so much!"

"Why?……"

Lu Qingzhu calmed down a little. She stood in the darkness and murmured to herself, "Why? Can't I kill him?"

"No! I will kill anyone who stands in my way!" Lu Qingzhu clenched the scabbard in his hand.

In the past six years, whenever she was at a critical moment in her training, Duan Rong's shadow would always appear in her mind. She always thought that she was like this because she couldn't let go of that incident and hated this person too much.

But today, when she really drew her sword and stabbed his throat, she realized that it seemed that her sword was not stabbing Duan Rong, but piercing her own heart.

"Don't I hate him? If I don't hate him, then..."

"No! That's not the case!"

Lu Qingzhu stood alone in the dark forest for a long time...

Duan Rong and his group had already returned to the secret training room behind the first floor hall of Yunfu Peak, carrying the corpses of two adult red fire elephants and five baby elephants.

With Wang Yue's superb scalpel skills, five piles of Yuan Beast flesh and blood were quickly separated.

Duan Rong’s pile was almost the same as Wu Shidao’s.

Before, Lu Geng, Wang Yue and the others might have had some objections to Duan Rong getting the same amount of cultivation resources as Wu Shidao. But ever since Duan Rong used his sword light, they became a little timid when they saw him.

After distributing the cultivation resources, several people each took the flesh and blood of their own Yuan Beast and went back to the secret room for cultivation.

Duan Rong threw the large pile of flesh and blood that he had been given into the Black Jade Pool. Because there was a lot of flesh and blood, the pile was slightly raised above the Black Jade Pool. But looking at the visible wisps of cold air floating at the mouth of the Black Jade Pool, Duan Rong knew that even if it was slightly raised, it would soon be soaked by the thick cold air in the Black Jade Pool.

Duan Rong walked out, closed the narrow stone door, walked slowly to the desk, and sat there in a daze.

Not long after Wu Shidao entered his own secret room for cultivation, he came out again. After a while, a falcon flew out from the pavilion on Yunfu Peak. With a flash of black shadow, it rushed into the swirling clouds and disappeared without a trace...

At this time, Duan Rong was still practicing in the secret room, looking at the handkerchief in his hand by the candlelight.

The handkerchief was covered in blood, with a plum blossom embroidered on one corner. The blood stain on the handkerchief was from when Lu Qingzhu wiped the blood off Ah Mo's face six years ago.

Six years have passed, and Duan Rong has kept this handkerchief all the time. However, in the past two years, he has rarely taken it out to look at it.

He thought he had forgotten Lu Qingzhu!

However, when I saw her again, all the past memories came back to me in an instant!
Everything in that dilapidated temple, and Lu Qingzhu's determination when he left!

Duan Rong held the handkerchief in his hand and murmured, "Although I still have feelings for her, it's a pity, it's a pity that she wants to kill me!"

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly became focused, and the energy in his palm surged and swelled, and the handkerchief instantly turned into powder...

That night, Zhu He returned to the peak and called Wu Shidao over.

Zhu He looked at Wu Shidao and asked, "Are you sure it's the blade light?"

Wu Shidao replied cautiously: "Master, Junior Brother has indeed comprehended the sword intent! Although it is not pure enough, the sword light is a little erratic. But it is absolutely true, it is the sword light!"

Zhu He came back with his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the open space in front of the desk.

Zhu He was always calm and composed, and this was the first time Wu Shidao saw him act anxious.

Zhu He paced back and forth, muttering to himself, "Energy realm? ... The third level? ... Blade light... Comprehending the artistic conception?!"

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped, stared at Master Wu in a daze, and asked, "Duan Rong is at the third level of the Yuan Qi Realm, right?"

"Ah... yes, it's the third level."

Zhu He paced there for a long time and suddenly let out a long sigh.

Back then, his junior fellow apprentice Gu Daoling also realized the artistic conception at the Yuanqi realm! It caused a sensation in the sect!
Who could have thought that two hundred years later, there would be successors!
Moreover, Gu Daoling comprehended the artistic conception when he achieved the great perfection of the Yuanqi realm, and he suddenly gained something.

And Duan Rong actually comprehended the artistic conception at the third level of Yuanqi Realm!

genius!

What a genius!
Zhu He suddenly stood there and laughed wildly.

The laughter made Wu Shidao feel a little uneasy.

Zhu He laughed for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Shidao and asked, "You said that little girl Lu Qingzhu wants to kill Duan Rong?"

Wu Shidao was stunned by Zhu He's unconventional thoughts and said, "Yes. In the dark forest, Lu Qingzhu suddenly attacked Junior Brother. If Junior Brother had not comprehended the artistic conception, he would have been killed by her."

Upon hearing this, Zhu He's face suddenly turned ugly.

Zhu He didn't care about Lu Qingzhu's father. He and Lu Zhongtang didn't get along well, and they were even more hostile to each other in the fight for the next sect leader.

He was worried about the ancestor of the sect. The ancestor was more than a thousand years old, and in the past few hundred years, he seemed to have become indifferent to the bloodline of his Lu family and had little concern.

Over the past few hundred years, the ancestor has never interfered in the affairs of the sect or the secular world for the sake of the Lu family's bloodline.

This means that after thousands of years of practice, the ancestor has become indifferent to matters of bloodline.

However, ever since the ancestor first saw the three-year-old Lu Qingzhu seventeen years ago, he has loved this girl very much and has been concerned about her cultivation all the way.

Although Zhu He didn't understand the reason, he was very clear about the position of Lu Qingzhu in the heart of the sect's ancestor.

He is not afraid of this little girl no matter who is standing behind her, but she happens to be the ancestor of the sect, which makes Zhu He feel a little afraid.

(End of this chapter)