Chapter 52: This Seat Seems to Have No Appearance

Xue Zhengyong was practising his sword at the North Peak when a begonia suddenly fell from the sky, he let out a "giggle" and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief while picking up the begonia, saying to himself: "Yu Heng's summons begonia can't come and say something by itself? "

Having said that, Xue Zhengyong plucked the golden ray from the begonia's stamen and placed it in his ear.

A strange child's voice came from inside: "Your Holiness, please come to the red lotus watering hole when you can."

Xue Zhengyong didn't believe it, but when he landed in front of Chu Wanning's house with his sword, he was completely dumbfounded.

In the pavilion by the lotus pond, a child of about five or six years of age stands with his arms folded, staring sombrely at the lotus leaves. From the side, his face is like frost and snow, his eyes like ice, and he is wearing a Chu Wanning robe, but it is too wide for him, with the sleeves and hem trailing all over the ground, looking like a pond fish trailing a giant tail.

Xue Zhengyong :""

The child looked back with the arrogance of a man who would die if he laughed at you.

Xue Zhengyong: "Pfft hahahahahahahaha"

The child slapped the case and said angrily, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

"It's not that I'm not laughing hahahaha, ouch no more, Yu Heng, I told you to go to Elder Greedy Wolf to take a closer look at the wound, but you didn't listen, hahahahahaha, it's killing me." Xue Zhengyong hilariously said, "I've never, I've never seen a child with so much killing energy, ahahahahahaha."

The child was none other than Chu Wanning, who had woken up to find his body had shrunk. The vine and willow that Jin Chengchi had pierced through his shoulders carried a spell that transformed him into the form he had taken when he was five or six years old.

Xue Zhengyong laughed as he went to get him a shirt for the young disciples to wear.

Chu Wanning changed into a less comical appearance. He straightened his blue and silver-trimmed gauntlets and glared up at Xue Zhengyong before saying menacingly, "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

Xue Zhengyong Haha said, "I won't tell, I won't tell. But what about you? I don't know anything about medicine, so I have to find someone to look at it, right? Why don't I invite Elder Greedy Wolf here?"

Chu Wanning flicked his sleeve angrily, but found that the young disciple's uniform was narrow and tight-sleeved, so he couldn't swing it with any momentum, and was even more upset: "What did you invite him for, so he could laugh at me?"

"Then why don't I ask my humble servant to come and have a look?"

Chu Wanning pursed his lips and didn't say anything, and actually looked a little aggrieved.

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes."

Chu Wanning turned around and turned the back of his head towards him. Xue Zhengyong knew he was depressed, but the sight was so funny that he couldn't hold it in for a moment and burst out laughing again.

The heavenly question was summoned with a brush, and Chu Wanning said sternly with a sideways glance, "You laugh again"

"I won't laugh I won't laugh. I'm going to go get my mother over here, ahahahahaha."

Xue Zhengyong ran away in a huff, and before long brought an anxious-looking Lady Wang with her. As soon as she saw Chu Wanning, Madame Wang froze in disbelief.

" Elder Yu Heng "

Chu Wanning :""

She did not laugh at Chu Wanning, but looked and looked carefully, and then said in a soft voice.

"Elder's spiritual energy flowed smoothly and there was no difference in his physical condition. There seems to be no difference from the usual except that he has turned into a child."

Chu Wanning asks, "Does the lady know the way out?"

Madam Wang shook her head and said, "The injury the Elder received was caused by the ancient willow vine, and I am afraid there is no other case in the world. So I don't really know how to deal with it."

Chu Wanning dropped her eyelash curtain abruptly, unable to speak for a long time, apparently a little dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Madam Wang said, "Elder Yu Heng, in my opinion, the reason why you have become like this is that the liquid from the vine and willow, which is used for self-healing, has invaded your wounds, not a bad spell. Otherwise, it would not have taken until now. I think it is because you have been too busy over the past few days that you have let the spell affect your body. Why don't you take some time to recuperate and then see what happens?"

After a moment's silence, Chu Wanning sighed and said, "That will have to do. Thank you, madam."

"There's no need to be polite."

Mrs. Wang looked at him carefully again, and then said, "With this appearance now, no one would be able to tell if the Elder did not say so."

She was right, Chu Wanning could not remember anything from when he was five or six years old, but when he looked at his reflection in the lake, apart from the outline of his features, he did not look particularly similar to himself as an adult. With a little relief, he tilted his head and said to Xue Zhengyong.

"Your Holiness, I am going to be in retreat at the red lotus water pavilion for the next few days, Xue Meng and the others, please take care of them."

"What kind of talk is that? Xue Meng is my son, Mo Ran is my nephew, and Shi Mei is a disciple of the Top of Death and Life, so of course I have to take care of that." Xue Zhengyong laughed, "You should be more concerned about yourself."

However, Chu Wanning meditated for three days in a row, but did not see his body return to its original state.

At dusk on this day, Chu Wanning could not resist his irritation and, seeing that his meditation was in vain, he simply left South Mountain to walk around.

It was after dinner time and the night exercises had not yet begun, so the empty paths, bridges and pavilions of the Peak of Death and Life were filled with groups of disciples and no one noticed him. Chu Wanning wandered around for a while and went to a bamboo forest near the Terrace of Good and Evil.

The elders all have their own practice areas that they are used to occupying, and often take their students to a fixed place. Chu Wanning used to go to this bamboo forest.

The shadows of the bamboo and the sound of the leaves. Chu Wanning folds a leaf and holds it to his lips as he blows slowly, the sound of the music calming him. But not long afterwards, a footstep came from far away and stopped near him.

"Hey, kid."

Chu Wanning opens his eyes.

Xue Meng is standing proudly in the middle of the forest, holding his gleaming sword, Dragoncity, and speaking to him.

"I'm going to practice my sword here, you go up and blow somewhere else."

"" Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows a little, it was a strange feeling that Xue Meng was telling him what to do. After a moment's thought, he said, "I'll play mine and you can practice yours, without disturbing each other."

Xue Meng said, "Then how can you walk quickly and quickly, my blade will hurt you."

"You can't hurt me."

Xue Meng became impatient and tsked, "Then I warn you, if you get hurt later, I won't be there to take care of you." At the end of his sentence, his sword was drawn, and Dragoncity let out a majestic brawl, like a snake rising from the clouds, breaking through the air.

Xue Meng dances Dragoncity into a streak of shadow as the bamboo leaves flutter, and with a single slash, a single bamboo leaf is shattered into ten strands, and with a single chop, the bamboo is not tilted but leaves fall. A single thrust, a slash, a dash and a cross, all like a flowing wind returning to the snow, all in one go.

He is so sharp that even a fifty year old would praise him, not to mention a five year old child, if he saw him.

But after Xue Meng's ten-step dance, the child sitting on the stone continued to blow his leaves as if there was nothing to see, and even less to marvel at.

Xue Meng, somewhat exasperated, withdrew his sword and leapt down from the top of the bamboo forest, landing lightly in front of Chu Wanning.

"Kids."

""

"Hey kid, talking about you."

Chu Wanning put down the bamboo leaves and slowly opened his eyes, looking at him expressionlessly, "Why didn't your master teach you to be polite when you talk to people and not to start saying hello when you open your mouth? I have a name."

"I don't care what your name is." Xue Meng had wanted to talk nicely, but when he opened his mouth with a thorn in his side, he lost his temper, "Get out of my way, as you can see, swords don't have eyes, or I'll cut your head off."

Chu Wanning said carelessly, "You can't even avoid my head, so why practice?"

"You" Xue Meng, who had never been contradicted like this since he was a child, especially by a junior disciple who was less than his thigh height, was bashful and annoyed, and said angrily, "How dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful manner?

Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly: "Who are you?"

"I am the young master of the top of death and life." Xue Meng was suffocating, "You don't even know that?"

Chu Wanning smiled slightly, a smile that would have looked mocking on his original face, and even more mockingly out of place on this boyishly cute face now.

" A young master is not a master. Why do you have to know."

"What did you, you, you, you say?"

"Drop your stance and practice your sword."

After Chu Wanning said this, he lowered his long eyelashes and blew on the bamboo leaves, the slow sound of the music drifting in and out of the wind.

Xue Meng was so angry that he let out a loud scream and actually got into a fight with a child. But even though he was angry, he didn't want to hit the child, so he had to take to the air and slash the forest, destroying the trees in a flash, creating a violent and dangerous sword dance in this empty and mysterious song.

His blade was fast and fierce, and in the flash of its light, dozens of emerald bamboo tips were sharpened into blunt thorns. If they were striking an enemy, these blunt thorns would have been blown off with sharp needles, but it was good to teach a lesson to a junior disciple under his own sect, just to the point.

Hundreds of blunt thorns fell straight towards Chu Wanning, and when they were about to hurt someone, Xue Meng made a dash, ready to land lightly and take the young disciple out of the way.

He didn't really want to hurt the boy, he just wanted to scare him. As he flew down, the child stopped blowing and flicked the green bamboo leaf at his fingertips, which instantly shattered into a hundred strands at his fingertips.

Almost instantly, the hundred thin strands of silk struck with precision towards the splintering blunt thorns.

The wind seemed to freeze.

Chu Wanning stood up and at the same time a hundred blunt thorns were reduced to dust around him in a flash.

vanish in a puff of smoke

Xue Meng was stunned and stood still, his face blue and red, unable to utter a single word.

The boy in front of him lifted his eyelashes, his silver-blue disciple's uniform fluttering as he smiled at Xue Meng: "Are you still coming?"

Xue Meng :""

"The blade is powerful, but without discipline. Too impetuous."

Xue Meng opens his mouth and closes it again.

Chu Wanning said, "Let's start again from the Spiritual Bird stance we just did, you dance again to the sound of my tune, I'll finish blowing a stanza and you'll finish striking a stance, no faster."

He bit his lip and stayed still. Chu Wanning did not rush him, but waited on the side, waiting to see if Xue Meng would put himself down for the sake of cultivation and would rather listen to the words of a half-grown child.

After waiting for a while, Xue Meng suddenly stomped his foot in chagrin, flung his sword away and turned to leave.

Chu Wanning saw him leave in a negative mood and looked slightly gloomy. He said, "It's a pity that Xue Meng can't be taught in vain like this.

Before he could finish his thought, however, he saw him pick up another section of branch from the ground and turn back to me with a bad tone, "Well, then, I'll use the branch, in case I hit you."

Chu Wanning paused, a smile on his lips, and he nodded, "Good."

Xue Meng picked a bamboo leaf for him, wiped it clean and handed it to him, "Nah, little brother, here's this for you."

This makes it a "child", a "little brother"

Chu Wanning gave him a somewhat amused look, took the leaf, sat back down on the stone and blew slowly. Xue Meng was very impatient, and in this section of the swordplay, there was a side-swipe in the air that involved six stabs and then a slash as he turned in the air. However, Xue Meng could never get the hang of it, and would often stab more than ten times before striking a blow that had already missed the best time.

Xue Meng failed to get the dance right five or six times in a row, so he became more and more anxious and his brow tightened.

He was distracted when he glanced sideways and saw the child sitting on a rock blowing bamboo leaves.

So he picked himself up and practised several more times, gradually finding some sense in the sound of the music. When the moon was high and the hour was late, he was finally able to execute the stance without any mistakes and in its entirety.

The sweat was streaked across his dark brow, and Xue Meng wiped it off with a towel, saying with great joy, "Thanks to you today. Little brother, which elder's disciple are you? You are so powerful, why did I never know you before?"

Chu Wanning had thought long ago that Elder Xuan Ji had so many disciples that he might not even be able to remember them all, so he put away his bamboo leaves and smiled slightly, "I am a disciple of Elder Xuan Ji."

Xue Meng seemed quite disdainful of Xuan Ji and grunted, "Oh, that raggedy king."

"King of Rags"

"Ah, sorry." Xue Meng misunderstood the surprise in Chu Wanning's eyes and thought it was because he had displeased the boy's mentor by belittling him.

He laughed and said, "A private term of endearment. Your master accepts too many apprentices, and he doesn't reject anyone who comes along. Rags is talking about the untalented disciples he takes in, not that Elder Xuan Ji is bad, little brother don't mind."

Chu Wanning: "In private, do you often give nicknames to the Elders?"