Chapter 42 This matter is absolutely safe
"Well, when I watched other people practice before, I actually learned almost everything." Zhou Heng said seriously.
Although there is only one ninth-grade martial arts proficiency left to allocate, it is already very simple for him to learn ninth-grade martial arts now, so this one proficiency is a bit useless. It is better to use it now to further improve the proficiency of Dugu Nine Swords.
After all, what you have learned is your real strength.
"Your talent is really... shocking." Lin Cang couldn't help but sigh. He had never seen a genius like Zhou Heng, and said: "Maybe one day I will see you on the human list."
"Maybe it's still in the top ten." Zhou Heng smiled.
"You are getting more and more arrogant." Lin Cang scolded with a smile, thinking that Zhou Heng was joking, and then said: "Since you have already learned a ninth-grade sword technique, then I will teach you an eighth-grade sword technique "Benxiao Luoxia Sword".
"This is the specialty of Kong Chengshun, the 'Luoxia Flying Sword', and it is also the highest martial arts that the outer disciples of Changxing Sect can learn. It should be useful for the competition you will face next."
"Thank you, Master Lin. "Zhou Heng thanked sincerely.
He knew very well that for Lin Cang, this eighth-grade sword technique was not easy to come by.
The Benxiao Luoxia Sword was not among the martial arts that Longxing Martial Arts School taught for free.
It was a martial arts school secret.
This was a sword technique that Lin Cang was allowed to learn after he became a martial arts school instructor and trained ten ninth-grade warriors in seven years.
It was powerful.
The moves were exquisite.
It was definitely the best among the eighth-grade sword techniques.
Under normal circumstances, if you want to learn this sword technique, you must pay a very high price as tuition.
Even in Changxing Sect, as an outer disciple, if you want to learn this sword technique, you need a certain amount of merit.
Now Lin Cang is willing to teach it to him unconditionally.
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Chengbei District.
Tongchang Martial Arts School is considered a middle-level martial arts school in this prosperous area. It has been opened for more than 200 years and has trained many martial artists for Changxing Sect. Many potential martial arts apprentices have been trained.
There is no doubt that this is the most powerful of the three martial arts schools under the jurisdiction of Changxing Sect in Huangtong Prefecture.
Therefore, the "territory" owned by this martial arts school is naturally much larger than that of Longxing Martial Arts School.
Although it is not as vast as Wuxiang Martial Arts School, it is also a large martial arts school with a separate courtyard and many special training rooms.
There is a Shensi Building on the east side of Tongchang Martial Arts School. The top floor is the place where the owner of the school works, named Shensi Pavilion.
Huang Jingfu is over seventy years old, with gray hair, but he still holds the position of the owner of the school and is reluctant to leave.
At this time, in Shensi Pavilion.
Huang Jingfu was sitting on a chair made of golden nanmu, sipping a sip of tea, looking at the old man sitting opposite, and smiled leisurely: "Brother Hong, you are so anxious and rushed to find me, what's the matter?"
The old man opposite him is called Hong Kang, who is also in his sixties and is the owner of Changsheng Martial Arts School.
"Brother Huang, you don't know it yet. "Hong Kang said with an anxious expression, "That small, poor family in Longxing actually produced a 17-year-old ninth-rank official!"
"I know." Huang Jingfu smiled faintly and put down the tea bowl calmly.
"Then, brother, why are you so calm?" Hong Kang asked in confusion, with a puzzled expression on his face, "A 17-year-old ninth-rank official, a 17-year-old ninth-rank official, what should I do?
"Brother, you know that as long as the apprentice can pass the assessment and become an outer sect, the martial arts school he comes from will be supported by Changxing Sect. Three thousand taels of silver will be deposited every year for the next three years, a total of nearly ten thousand taels of silver. We can't just throw it away!"
"Brother, you are worried about the six thousand taels that belong to you." Huang Jingfu smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have already agreed that I will give you two, I will not let you down."
"No." Hong Kang hurriedly said, "Brother, have you forgotten? A 17-year-old ninth-rank, at this age and with this level of cultivation, will definitely be positioned as an outer sect in Changxing Sect.
"And our Huangtong Mansion has only one quota. If that kid is selected, we will have no share. I won't get the silver, and your grandson won't be able to become an outer sect disciple of Changxing Sect! "
It turned out that the two had already made a contract in secret. During the competition, Hong Kang would let his apprentice lose to Huang Jingfu's grandson on purpose.
In a martial arts competition, a single mistake would mean a complete loss. Anyone could make a mistake, and the probability of being caught in a fake match was extremely low.
In this way, Huang Jingfu's grandson could successfully become an outer disciple of the Changxing School, and Hong Kang would also receive a considerable sum of money.
It was like killing two birds with one stone.
Who would have thought that Zhou Heng would suddenly appear. Longxing Martial Arts School, which had no qualifications to participate in the election in previous years, actually produced a 17-year-old ninth-grade martial artist!
This made Hong Kang sick.
"Don't panic, brother." Huang Jingfu stroked his goatee and smiled, "Hehe, I have actually found out about the news about Zhou Heng in Longxing a long time ago.
"This kid perfected the Twelve-Mountain Splitting Sword Technique a month ago. At the age of seventeen, he has achieved such an accomplishment. He is indeed extremely talented, but at that time, his standing practice and strength were still far from the ninth level.
"Brother, what do you think he did to perfect his standing practice and make his strength flow through his body in less than a month, reaching the ninth level?"
"Take medicine?" Hong Kang is also a seventh-grade warrior after all, and is very familiar with the process of martial arts training. When he thought of this, he immediately laughed, "So that's it, brother, you mean that Zhou Heng was pushed to the ninth grade by the power of medicine?"
"That's right!" Huang Jingfu smiled confidently: "Zhou Heng must have been pushed to the ninth grade by the power of medicine by Longxing Martial Arts Hall. This means that he needs to accept Kong Chengshun's test and needs to compete with an eighth-grade warrior on the list."
"Haha, as long as he fails the test, he will be automatically disqualified." Hong Kang smiled happily, but he was still a little worried. It was related to several thousand taels of silver, so he must take it seriously.
So he said with some worry: "But this is just a test after all. Kong Chengshun will definitely not use his full strength, and Zhou Heng does not have to defeat him. What if, what if he really passes the test?"
"Pass?" Huang Jingfu smiled when he heard this, stood up and patted Hong Kang on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother, just keep your heart at ease. He will definitely not pass the test."
Here, he was going to stop, but maybe he was afraid that Hong Kang would worry again, so he said: "In fact, this is very simple. Think about it, brother, is it easy for Zhou Heng to practice a sword technique to perfection at the age of seventeen?"
"Of course not." Hong Kang shook his head, but wondered in his heart, "What does it matter?"
"This means that Zhou Heng is really good at swordsmanship most of the time." Huang Jingfu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I also inquired about the previous one between him and Sun Zhengping. In the first battle, it was indeed only his swordsmanship that was outstanding. "
"Yes, that's right! It is extremely difficult to practice a swordsmanship to perfection at the age of seventeen. He has no energy to learn other martial arts at all!" Hong Kang suddenly realized, clapped his hands and laughed: "Brother, what you mean is that as long as the use of swords is restricted during the test, Zhou Heng will definitely fail the test! But how can this be achieved? Kong Chengshun will not listen to us."
"I have my own way to do this, don't worry, brother." Huang Jingfu sat back in his golden nanmu chair, picked up the tea bowl again, drank a sip slowly, and said confidently:
"Your brother has been working here for decades. How many disciples have I trained for the Changxing School? There are so many relationships among them. Can't I handle this matter?
"Zhou Heng who can't use a sword is a waste. Brother, you don't have to worry. This matter is foolproof. Come on, come on, drink tea with me."