Chapter 12: Murder

On the stage, the young man in white sat down on the ground, and blood suddenly flowed from his forehead. He was in so much pain that he cried. After seeing clearly, the people in the audience burst into laughter. It turned out that Yichen had picked up a stone while rolling on the ground. Just after he finished saying the last word "唔", he threw it hard at the young man in white.

This "唔" distracted the young man in white, so he was hit on the head. Because of his unstable foundation, he was unable to retract his strength and sat down. At this moment, the disciples in the audience laughed so hard that they fell down. In this Xuanmen competition, I have seen people stabbing and dancing with swords, but I didn't expect that there would be people who would throw stones at people, hahahaha...

The senior brother who performed the Condensation Art earlier was even more pale. He was a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect, but he picked up a stone to throw at people during the competition. What's the difference between him and the street boy? Wouldn't it make other sects laugh if he told others about it? What's even more ridiculous is that the other one was hit!

The little sister beside him hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Brother, don't be upset, don't be upset. This, this is also a surprise attack, ha... ha ha... ha ha ha..."

"Okay, Xuanmen fight, stop when it's over, don't hurt the friendship between fellow disciples, senior brother, thank you, goodbye."

On the stage, Yichen pretended to clasp his fists and wanted to take the opportunity to escape. The young man in white suffered a loss and lost face, so how could he let him go easily? He shouted "Don't run", and then stood up and pounced on him like a tiger.

"Oh, not good!"

Yichen secretly thought it was not good, and wanted to jump off the stage quickly, but was forced back by the opponent's energy. The young man in white had red eyes, as if he had suddenly gone crazy. He raised his palms fiercely, kept chanting the formula, and suddenly several sharp sword energies condensed on his body.

"It's true qi! It's true qi!" The audience exclaimed in amazement, "He can actually control the qi out of his body!" ✲

However, this is not true qi, it's not controlling the qi out of the body, it's just the most basic Qi Condensation Technique. Several brothers outside saw it at a glance, but they were confused. Even for the most basic skills, new disciples have to wait for three months until their foundation is stable before they can be taught. Where did this boy learn it?

"Xiao Yichen, watch out!"

The white-clothed boy's eyes were red, and he immediately sent three sword qi to cut Yichen. Yichen quickly jumped to the side to avoid the three sword qi. However, at this critical moment, how could he avoid the two sword qi behind the white-clothed boy? With two "chi chi" sounds, he hit his chest and flew out with blood.

"Ah!"

Several girls below were so scared that they covered their mouths and screamed. They saw that the young man in white had red eyes and had gone crazy. He attacked Yichen with both palms, showing murderous intent!

Yichen had no foundation in Qi training and martial arts. The last time he was in Guling Town, his strength was not effective. At this time, he was completely unable to fight. He was like flying catkins in the wind. He was kicked and hit by the young man in white. Soon he could not hold on and fainted.

"Stop!"

Just as everyone was shocked, the senior brother who condensed the fighting platform flew up and hit the young man in white between his eyebrows with two streams of true Qi, which made him calm down and his eyes gradually returned to normal color.

The senior brother's face was extremely gloomy, and he shouted in a cold voice, "Who taught you the Qi Condensation Technique? Speak!"

At this moment, the senior brother's majesty was fully revealed, and the young man in white was immediately frightened and trembled all over, and collapsed. In the audience, including Yang Xiaoran, a group of old disciples did not dare to say a word. It was obvious that the young man in white suddenly went crazy just now because he practiced magic with an unstable foundation. This was also a mistake, and the person who taught the technique would be punished.

"Brother, don't ask so many questions, there is another person here."

The little sister also flew up and quickly helped Yichen up. She first used her power to protect his heart meridian. The brother looked at him, frowned, took out a pill and put it into his mouth, frowned and said, "Don't worry about your life, take it away first."

The next martial arts competition will continue, but most of the new disciples were frightened by the scene just now, and they dared not do anything reckless again. They all stopped at the right time. As for Yichen, he was sent back to the room by Yang Xiaoran, and he woke up slowly in the evening.

"Ouch, it hurts so much..."

With just a slight movement, Yichen felt a piercing pain spreading from his whole body, but strangely, the internal injuries seemed to have healed on their own. After a long time, he slowly got off the bed and looked in the mirror. Seeing his nose and eyes were bruised and purple in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel angry. If the brother was willing to teach him even a little bit of cultivation skills, how could he not be beaten up today?

But what can I do if my senior brother refuses to teach me the profound skills? Now that I have a senior brother who can teach me the profound skills, other senior brothers and sisters will never teach me the profound skills. This is against the rules of the sect. Unless I can join Wu Nian Peak, even Senior Sister Huang Ying'er dare not teach me the cultivation method in private. As for other new disciples, it is even more impossible for anyone to tell me the cultivation method. It is a big offense to teach others in private.

Yichen became more and more distressed. Everyone is making progress in cultivation, so the next few "practices" will be more and more difficult, especially the final test in two months. If I don't know some life-saving cultivation methods, I will be beaten to death by Zhao Wangsun. Is he going to let me learn secretly?

Thinking of this, Yichen couldn't help but shudder. Cheating to study was a medium to serious offense. If he was caught, he would probably be kicked out. Back then, every household in the village had red lights hanging high, and he had just come to Xuanqingmen. Yue, if you are driven back now, how will your mother-in-law be able to behave in the future? No, this is too risky and must not be done. What’s more, this is the Xuan Qing Sect. How can it be so easy to secretly learn secrets? Being discovered would be more of a loss than a gain.

But besides learning secretly, is there any other way to learn the cultivation techniques? Yichen's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he suddenly thought of something. Why did other senior brothers and sisters teach him the cultivation techniques, but only Senior Brother Yang refused to teach him the cultivation techniques? There seems to be something wrong with this...

Yichen thought carefully and recalled some details of today. The sinister smile on Zhao Wangsun's face could be... No, he shook his head vigorously. It is better to wait for now. Don't make random suspicions. Maybe Senior Brother Yang It is really to lay a solid foundation for myself first, so as not to speed up my practice and lead to obsession in the future, which is quite reasonable.

And over the past month, he had read these Taoist classics familiarly. He didn't understand them at first, but later he gradually discovered that these classics were indeed profound and profound, hiding profound metaphysical philosophy. Whenever he was upset, he would just turn it over and he would understand. After calming down, it turns out that these are the holy words accumulated by the sages and predecessors who have spent their whole lives working hard. They will be of great use to your own cultivation in the future.

But since something like this happened today, if the senior brother still refuses to pass on his true cultivation method, then there must be something wrong, and now we can only wait and see.

After finally surviving another three days, Yichen's injuries were almost healed. After noon, Yang Xiaoran came again, also holding a book in his hand.

"Brother, you are here."

Yichen immediately walked over to greet him, and subconsciously glanced at the book in his hand. Yang Xiaoran saw that his injury had recovered, nodded slightly, and handed over the book in his hand, "This is the basic mental formula of our sect. Take it and recite it carefully." Come to me and ask me if you don’t understand anything.”

"Really!"

Yichen was overjoyed. This time, his senior brother was finally willing to teach him Xuan Kung. He couldn't wait to take over the mental method. Yang Xiaoran nodded slightly, "You can meditate on it these days. I'll leave first."

"Okay, okay, senior brother, walk slowly."

Yichen was so happy that as soon as he left, he immediately started reading it. In the next seven days, he read this book of mental instructions day and night in the house. After seven days, he almost knew it by heart, but But gradually I discovered that something was wrong. This mental method seemed to be just a formula, and it did not mention any cultivation methods such as how to introduce Qi into the body.

Senior brother, why on earth did he do this?

Yichen gradually felt very confused. If he had laid a good foundation for himself, it would be almost done now. As long as he didn't practice those techniques in advance, why was his senior brother still unwilling to teach him the real Qi refining technique?

Almost another month has passed. During this period, there have been two "small trials" that all new disciples must participate in. There is no doubt that every time Yichen goes there, someone will deliberately call his name, and he will be beaten every time. You will suffer from a black nose and purple eyes, and you will die.

Unknowingly, it has been two months since he came to Xuanqing Sect. Other disciples have already been able to draw Qi into the body and create wind with their palms. But besides knowing those classics by heart, or memorizing the formulas by heart, he can't do anything else. He knows nothing, and to this day, Yang Xiaoran has not taught him any real cultivation methods.

"There must be something fishy about this..."

Closing the book in his hand, Yichen's eyes flashed with a sharp look. He could not wait any longer. His senior brother had no intention of passing on his mysterious skills. He had to go find out today.

When dusk fell, he quietly came outside Zhao Wangsun's backyard. Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded, as if someone had fallen into the courtyard. Yichen immediately held his breath, put his ear against the wall, and listened carefully to the conversation of the people inside.

"Senior Brother Yang came so early today, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Zhao Wangsun's voice sounded in the yard, followed by a man's voice: "Since you are afraid of being discovered, why don't you give me the things quickly?"

Outside the yard, Yichen was shocked. It was indeed Senior Brother Yang. What were these two people doing secretly? He remained calm and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Senior Brother Yang, don't be anxious. My sister had a hard time getting this elixir delivered to you."

Zhao Wangsun smiled sadly, took out a jade bottle from his arms, and said, "Senior Brother Yang, did you follow my instructions?"

Yang Xiaoran looked at the jade bottle in his hand, the greedy look in his eyes flashed away, and he said coldly, "Then look at him, have you learned any cultivation methods in the past two months?"

Outside, Yichen was even more shocked. It turns out that this is the case. In the past two months, the senior brother has refused to teach him any cultivation methods, just to get benefits from Zhao Wangsun!

"Money can make you go around..." Zhao Wangsun smiled sadly and said, "Yes, you did a good job, but after this period of time, I have beaten enough, and it's boring..." The words ended here. , murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Now, I want to take his life. Even if I can't kill him, I want him to become a useless person from now on!"