The ancestral home of the Meng family is bustling with activity, queuing up one by one to collect elixirs and treasures.
"A lot."
"Sending so many pills?"
The tribe members who were collecting elixirs and treasures were all surprised. A woman held the hand of her seven year old daughter and received her monthly cultivation resources. She was also extremely surprised and said, "Previously, my daughter only had three taels of silver and one Qi and blood pill per month. Now, how could she take thirty taels of silver and ten Qi and blood pills? Can she take one Qi and blood pill in these three days?"
Her daughter is only seven years old and doesn't put in much effort in her cultivation, which is the most basic resource supply among the younger generation in the family. Now it has skyrocketed so much.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as the clan leader personally said, starting from this month, people under the age of 20 will receive ten times the amount of elixirs and silver each month." The people who distributed the supplies also explained that once it was passed down, it was passed down ten times, and the entire Meng family ancestral home was filled with excitement among many ethnic groups.
The younger members of the family are divided into five levels according to their cultivation progress.
Like Meng Wenying and Meng Chuan, they belong to the top level and are already heavily cultivated.
There are also second and third levels
Nowadays, the most ordinary young people only receive thirty taels of silver and ten Qi and blood pills per month.
"Clan leader, there are over 2000 people under the age of 20 and over the age of 6 in the family. Can the family sustain this distribution?" An old servant worried and asked. Clan leader Meng Yanping stood in the distance, watching the boiling tribe people receiving resources, and said calmly, "Don't worry, the family has accumulated for many years, and the distribution can still withstand it for ten years."
The old servant was slightly worried.
The income of the God and Demon family is astonishing, but the expenses are equally large. Nowadays, the family is really working hard to cultivate this generation, and will spare no expense in cultivating it for ten years! I hope to sow a seed that has the potential to become a god or demon.
Jinghu Meng Mansion.
Meng Dajiang led more than ten people back to the mansion.
"Master," the servants and maids were all very respectful.
"Where's the young master?" Meng Dajiang asked.
"The young master is practicing in the martial arts field," the servants all respectfully said.
Meng Dajiang frowned and looked up at the sky. Now that the sun was setting in the west, it was already Shenshi: "Are you still practicing swordsmanship at this time?"
He led the crowd towards the martial arts training ground and vaguely heard the sound of the knife light whistling. He waved his hand and whispered, "Wait here." After that, he quietly approached and looked inside through the window of the wall of the training ground. He could see a young man's figure blurry, completely hidden in the knife light, practicing the Fallen Leaf Blade Technique.
"Qian Fang." Meng Dajiang waved to a middle-aged man not far away. Qian Fang was an old servant who served Meng Chuan and quickly came over.
"I'm asking you." Meng Dajiang lowered his voice, "How long has Chuan'er been practicing swordsmanship today?"
"Master, young master has been practicing swordsmanship since early morning, and he never stops except for eating and resting!" Qian Fang continued.
"Practice for so long?" Meng Dajiang frowned.
"Even after taking a medicinal bath at night, the young master would practice swordsmanship in his own courtyard for another hour." Qian Fang couldn't help but say, "In recent days, the young master has been practicing swordsmanship for six or seven hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, drawing, taking a medicinal bath, and practicing marrow washing."
"How many days recently?" Meng Dajiang murmured softly.
How many days recently?
What would stimulate my son to practice swordsmanship so crazily?
Termination of engagement?
"Just a few days!" Qian Fang said, "The young master was very interested before and even asked me to buy some biographies of gods and demons to come back. He hasn't been practicing so crazily. I don't know what's going on these days, but it's no use trying to persuade him."
After a moment, the martial arts training ground.
Meng Chuan is immersed in "The Fallen Leaf Knife".
"Chuan'er." Meng Dajiang's voice rang out.
"Dad," Meng Chuan stopped and saw Meng Dajiang leading more than ten people into the room.
Meng Dajiang smiled and said, "Chuan'er, the clan has decided to cultivate you with more care. So from today on, these eight levels of washing marrow and three levels of rebirth will all be your companions."
"Didn't I have guards accompanying me during training?" Meng Chuan was somewhat surprised.
He originally had eight guards from the Wash Marrow Realm and two guards from the Rebirth Realm, occasionally accompanying him to practice swordsmanship.
"Your guards are all special companions for training, such as the eight Wash Marrow Realms, some are skilled in bows and arrows, some are skilled in hidden weapons... They will be even more helpful for your cultivation." Meng Dajiang said, "Besides, as guards, you can't let those guards accompany you frequently for cultivation."
Meng Chuan nodded.
Guardians are also paid for their work, and they can do whatever they pay for. Occasionally accompanying them during training is enough, and there will also be complaints about accompanying them for a long time.
"There's no need to say that these three rebirth states have helped you a lot, this..." Meng Dajiang pointed to a thin man with a mustache. "This is Brother Wang Chang, the senior of the 'Void Shadow Sword' without any leakage state."
"Senior Wang." Meng Chuanlian saluted respectfully, and even the strong without leakage had a high status in Dongning City. Wang Chang was the deputy chief of an escort agency in the city.
"Master Meng, you don't need to be polite," Wang Chang smiled.
"Starting from today, there will be six powerful players from the No Leakage Realm accompanying you to practice every month, each of whom will accompany you for five days, one hour per day." Meng Dajiang solemnly said, "Please invite six No Leakage Realm players to accompany you for practice. The family will pay a considerable price, and you need to treat them with care."
"Yes," Meng Chuan was also somewhat shocked.
The strong without leakage are all important figures from the Dongning Prefecture, and time is precious. It is impossible to follow Meng Chuan every day for a month. They ultimately have their own many affairs, and it would be great if they were willing to spend an hour every day for five consecutive days. The family has hired six strong players without any leakage to ensure that Meng Chuan has no leakage to accompany him in training every day.
"Chuan'er, if a man aspires to the world, why not have a wife? You must cultivate well and not let down the expectations of your family." Meng Dajiang finished speaking and walked out.
Meng Chuan was stunned for a moment, why suffer from having no wife?
What does my father mean by saying this?
"Dad, why suffer from having no wife?" Meng Chuanlian shouted.
"Just to make you stop daydreaming," Meng Dajiang said before leaving the martial arts training ground.
"What did I think?" Meng Chuan muttered, then looked around at the group of accompanying trainers, his eyes burning hot.
Knife technique is originally used for fighting.
With accompanying practice, the effect of cultivation is much better. Although there was accompanying practice in the past, where can it compare to today? From the realm of washing marrow, the realm of rebirth, to the realm of no leakage, there are strong companions for training!
So, from this day on, Meng Chuan practiced swordsmanship from dawn to dawn, and was accompanied to practice in the morning.
In the afternoon and evening, he practiced alone, and he also needed to reflect on the morning's actual combat.
As Meng Chuan's mindset changed, he completely immersed himself in the Fallen Leaf Knife Technique. He could feel the unique charm of each of the 81 moves in Fallen Leaf Knife, and feel the unique beauty of each move. He quickly discovered how to practice the secret technique of 'Three Autumn Leaves'.
Because he practiced the 81st style continuously, he gradually realized that the beauty of the 81st style... can be combined into one breath.
For example, the first move is a sword pulling move, with a single strike that is incredibly sharp. Then turn to the second move, the 'Moon Spinning Style', with eerie and elusive moves. Then turn to the third move, the 'Cloud Opening Style', where the eerie and elusive move directly transforms into a sudden killing move. Finally, turn to the fourth move
One move after another.
It's like a big stone rolling down the mountain, rolling faster and faster!
The moves are also one after another, like surging waves, even more surging and unstoppable!
"If the 81 moves really come together and reach the peak of power, I can 'naturally' use the secret skills as stated in the secret script!" Because he understood this, Meng Chuan was so crazy about practicing swordsmanship.
If the "beauty" of the 81 style is integrated, then the trajectory of the knife breaking through the "wind" can be seamlessly connected with the trajectory of each move;
The speed of the knife technique changes, forming rhythm and rhythm, and it will also be like a natural song of heaven and earth;
Every move of the knife technique, combined with its beauty, will also form a painting.
Because Meng Chuan vaguely came into contact with this realm, he became even more eager.
Day after day
The beauty of Mengchuan's swordsmanship is increasingly perfectly connected, with fewer and fewer shortcomings.
The rhythm and rhythm of the knife technique are becoming less and less pronounced at the broken rhythm.
The trajectory of the knife is becoming increasingly perfect.
Progress can be felt, and Meng Chuan feels that he is gradually approaching that level.
The trees, flowers, and plants on the edge of the martial arts training ground are also gradually turning green. March is getting closer and closer, and Meng Chuan is still practicing as usual. He is gradually approaching that level, getting closer and closer.
"Hoo."
Meng Chuan practiced again, and this time suddenly, the beauty he had been pursuing for a long time merged into his flesh and bones, and into his soul. When he used his swordsmanship, he naturally reached a state of integration of body and mind skills, and he felt incredibly clear that the knife in his hand was cutting through the obstruction of the wind! The body is integrated with the knife, and as the knife moves through the void, the speed is terrifying.
Just as Meng Chuan was using his sword technique, another Meng Chuan appeared more than ten zhang away in an instant. Two Mengchuan coexist.
There is a faint trace of curved knife light remaining in mid air.
The figure of the previous' Meng Chuan 'finally dissipated.
"Me, I understand?" Meng Chuan stood still in place.