{Crossing the Book} After becoming a master of all people, they all stared at me

Chapter 24

The Longyue Peak where Nanfeng Qing and Gu Yuhui lived was second only to the mountaintop where the sect leader lived in terms of its aura.

"You calm down, let go, and then feel the gentle breath flowing around you, that's aura."

Nanfeng Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and said to Gu Yuhui in front of him.

Hearing this, Gu Yuhui began to quietly feel the spiritual power around him according to Nanfeng Qing's words.

At the beginning, it was the same as usual, only feeling the breeze passing by; until a certain moment, Gu Yuhui suddenly felt the gentle breath.

"After feeling the aura, try to introduce it into your body, and don't be greedy for quickness or too much."

When Gu Yuhui heard Nanfeng Qing's words, he began to try to carefully introduce a trace of aura into his body.

The aura entered his body along his meridians, circulated around his body for a big circle, and then settled down in his dantian, which made Gu Yuhui relax.

Immediately afterwards, after having the first experience, Gu Yuhui began to introduce more spiritual energy into his dantian again, and he didn't stop until the whole dantian was warm.

Gu Yuhui felt comfortable all over, and opened those eyes shining like stars: "Master, I succeeded!"

Gu Yuhui couldn't wait to stand up from the ground, with a huge smile on his lips. At this moment, he just wanted to quickly share the joy of success with his master.

"Well, well done."

Nanfeng Qing smiled lightly, walked over and rubbed Gu Yuhui's hair, but his heart was full of turmoil: Oh my god, the protagonist's strength is so terrifying? !It takes a month for ordinary people to practice drawing qi into the body, but he succeeded in just a while? !Still so smooth!

But Nanfeng Qing didn't show the waves in his heart, as if he was still playing the role of the gentle and gentle fairy.

"Master, am I very powerful!"

Gu Yuhui, whose hair was rubbed, looked up at Nanfeng Qing with bright eyes, obviously wanting to be praised by Nanfeng Qing.

Of course, Nanfeng Qing didn't hesitate to give him these things: "Well, you did a good job, Hui'er is very good."

Gu Yuhui, who was praised, was even happier, and rubbed Nanfeng Qing's palm affectionately with the top of his head.

Nan Fengqing put down her hand, and said to Gu Yuhui again: "In the past few days, you should cultivate your mind first, and tell me if you have anything to do. As for the Haoyue sword technique, I will teach you personally in seven days."

"Understood, Master, I will not let you down!"

At this time, Gu Yuhui was full of energy, he just wanted to become stronger quickly, so as to protect the person in front of him.

"Since that's the case, let's go back and rest first. You don't have to rush to practice for a while. As a teacher, you have to deal with some internal affairs first."

After Nanfeng Qing finished speaking, he let Gu Yuhui go back to his room, and he started to deal with the affairs to be done today.

After all, there is no way. If a person is in his position, he must find a job.

He took a deep breath, and after building up his mind, he finally started to work with his pen.

Time flies like a white horse, a few days passed by in a hurry, and the seventh day in Nanfeng's chime came as promised.

During these seven days, Gu Yuhui could be said to have become a real "cultivation maniac".

Since that day when he introduced Qi into his body, Gu Yuhui spent most of his time in his room.

Nan Fengqing felt very strange in the first few days, usually this child would come to him at every turn, clinging to him tightly, why did his sex suddenly change these few days?

Until the third day, Nanfeng Qing was really curious, and when he was having lunch with Gu Yuhui, he asked, "Hui'er, what have you been doing in your room these days?"

"That, Master..."

Gu Yuhui was a little hesitant and hesitant to speak, which made Nanfeng Qing's doubts even heavier.

"Huh? What did you do in the room?"

Nanfeng Qing's voice was a little serious, and he asked again.

Gu Yuhui still lowered his head, looking pitiful that he didn't want to speak but was forced to speak.

Who knew that Gu Yuhui's final answer was only four simple words: "I'm cultivating."

"You are cultivating the mental method? Why can't you tell me?"

Nan Fengqing was even more puzzled, wouldn't this child practice some other messy exercises while he was not paying attention, right?

Thinking of this, he hastily added another sentence: "Hui'er, what you don't know how to practice is an evil technique, right?"

When Gu Yuhui heard these words, he panicked immediately, and hurriedly explained: "No, Master! You believe me, I really didn't practice anything else! It's just the mental method you gave me!"

Seeing Gu Yuhui's sincerity and hurriedly explaining for fear of being misunderstood, most of the doubts in Nanfeng Qing's heart disappeared, but there were still some mysteries.

"Then why did you hesitate when I first asked you?"

"This, because you said, Master, 'you don't have to rush to cultivate for a while', I'm afraid you will scold me if you know that I have been practicing for the past few days."

The more Gu Yuhui talked, the lower his head became, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

And Nanfeng Qing, who heard this reason, couldn't laugh or cry.

This was just a kind request, but Gu Yuhui was so concerned that he was afraid that he would scold him for practicing too much?

Oh my god, you know, the masters of other people's families wish their apprentices were practicing every day and all the time, why did their painting style suddenly change when they came to him?

Nanfeng Qing sighed helplessly, raised his forehead, and said to Gu Yuhui, "Don't worry, I won't scold you. It's a good thing to practice hard. I just don't want you to be too tired."

Because even though you are the protagonist, no matter how talented you are, you are still just a child now.

Children should have a beautiful and happy childhood, instead of being filled with boring cultivation life.

Nanfeng Qing silently added in her heart.

Gu Yuhui, who heard his master's words, instantly seemed to be born again, and said happily: "Really? Master is the best!"

Looking at Gu Yuhui who was smiling so happily, Nanfeng Qing couldn't say anything more, but told him to pay more attention to rest.

Gu Yuhui nodded in response, but until the seventh day, he was still practicing mental techniques most of the time.

There are seven layers of mind law, and he has already reached the middle of the first layer.

You know, this is already a genius that is rare in a hundred years, and how many people have reached his level, whether it took half a year, a year, or even a few years.

Of course, Gu Yuhui didn't know this. He even felt that he was practicing too slowly, so he worked harder and harder.

Nanfeng Qing thought of taking him down the mountain to relax a few times before, but seeing how hardworking Gu Yuhui was, he didn't seem to have the heart to disturb Gu Yuhui's cultivation.

If the apprentice wants to practice, can the master not let him?

If you don't let it, it's simply unreasonable.

Therefore, this idea has to be an idea, and finally give up.

On the seventh day, Gu Yuhui still got up early, just like the day when he breathed into his body.

However, unlike the day when the air was introduced into the body, Nanfeng Qing also woke up shortly after Gu Yuhui got up.

Today, he tied all his hair into a high ponytail, making his body a bit more sharp.

Nanfeng Qing brought Gu Yuhui to the open space in front of the courtyard, and handed Gu Yuhui a wooden sword and a sword manual called "Bright Moon Sword Art".

"'Bright Moon Sword Art' is created by the master himself, only the disciples who are the master's own disciples are eligible to learn."

When Nanfeng Qing said this, his expression was stern.

"Now I will personally demonstrate every move and every style of it to you. I can see it clearly, only this time. Most of the future cultivation depends on your own comprehension, and I can't help you as a teacher."

Hearing Nan Fengqing's words, Gu Yuhui was both excited and nervous.

He was excited that this was a sword technique that only the master's direct disciple—only he could learn; but at the same time, he was also nervous that he might not see clearly later, which would affect his cultivation.

But Gu Yuhui still had firm eyes, and gave Nan Fengqing an affirmative answer: "The disciple knows."

"Then you step back and see clearly."

As soon as the words fell, Nanfeng Qing was already ready to use the Haoyue Sword Art.

"An Yan, call me."

A sword with clanging sound and radiant brilliance flew towards Nanfeng Qing quickly, but he just moved according to his heart, his eyes did not fall on the sword, but he held the hilt accurately and firmly.

After Nanfeng Qing got the sword, it seemed as if the sword had merged with him, truly reaching the realm of "unity of human and sword".

He performed every move smoothly and smoothly, and every move was soft and firm, just right.

At this moment, his clothes fluttered, his black hair was tied into a ponytail, and his moves were all extremely high attainments in swordsmanship.

It wasn't until the last extremely sharp sword energy dispersed in all directions, and the sword technique was finished, that Nanfeng Qing stopped, adjusted his breath and retracted the sword.

It was only then that Gu Yuhui came back to his senses.

He realized that he was stunned just now, and he was so fascinated that he didn't even know it.

However, Master is really powerful.

He thought so.

At the same time, the last sword energy spread to several sweet-scented osmanthus trees not far from Nanfeng Chime, causing the sweet-scented osmanthus trees to fall one after another, forming a spectacular rain of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The osmanthus rain was blown by the wind, and landed on Nanfeng Qing's body impartially.

And Nanfeng Qing stood there, covered with sweet-scented osmanthus, raised his head slightly, accepting the baptism of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Gu Yuhui thought, his master was so beautiful that he would leave this world in the next second, as if he never existed.

"My son should only see paintings, and I only know about them."【1】