I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 176 Gu Donglai's Gift (4000 words)
With anticipation in mind, Fang Qingran followed the voice transmission to the gate of the Kendo Institute of Tianshu Academy.

He was rated as excellent in the sorting test, so he didn't have to spend more time there with other freshmen, waiting for the allocation of the school.

Many young men and women with sword scabbards hanging from their waists, or carrying sword boxes on their backs, were in a hurry. When they passed by Fang Qingran, they unconsciously cast their eyes on this young man with a rather unusual appearance.

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"Boy Fang, we are waiting for you at Yijiantai!"

Gu Donglai's heroic words echoed in his mind, Fang Qingran looked far away, the flat road paved with bluestone bricks was covered with criss-crossing sword marks.

At the end of the road, there is a black stone tablet that goes straight to the sky, and after that, after stepping on hundreds of stone steps with a width of tens of feet, there is a stone statue of a swordsman with his hands folded and standing with a sword.

The sword body leaned on by the stone statue, and the open or closed upper windows are like pieces of golden scales. The sun shines on them, reflecting colorful halos.

"The teaching building inside the Kendo Academy is designed as the body of a sword?"

Fang Qingran was amazed.

After looking around for a few seconds, a tentative inquiry came from his ear:

"Student...you are here at Kendo Academy, what's the matter?"

Looking at the sound, it was a male youth with a somewhat thin figure.

Fang Qingran took a few extra glances at the other party, not because of anything else, but simply because he found out that this senior of the Kendo Academy was carrying two swords with him.

It's just that, unlike him crossing his shoulders obliquely behind him, the opponent hung both swords on the right side of his waist.

There is one thing to say, up to now, this is the first time he has met a transcendent who also uses two swords to fight.

"Well, I'm here to meet a senior at the Sword Academy."

Fang Qingran told the truth.

"Oh?"

Hearing the words, the young man seemed to be interested, and said with a smile:
"Which senior is it, sister?"

He made a thoughtful look:
"No, it's called senior, it should be a certain teacher!
Do you mind telling me your name, maybe I know it, maybe I can show you the way. "

As he spoke, he looked up and down, with a gentle expression on his face:

"Looking at my junior, I feel like it's the first time you've come to Kendo Academy, and you don't seem very familiar with everything around you.

Oh, by the way, my name is Mo Yong, and I'm a second-level student at the Kendo Institute. "

"Fang Qingran."

After Fang Qingran introduced herself, she thought for a while and said:
"The senior I want to meet is named Gu."

"An ancient surname?
Hiss~ It's a bit rare. It seems that there are not many people with the surname Gu in our Kendo Academy. "

Mo Yong was a little troubled.

"Is that so?

Then I wonder if the senior can tell me how to get to Yijiantai? "

Fang Qingran smiled slightly.

"Yi Jiantai?

Of course, of course, no problem! "

Mo Yong said repeatedly, he went up two steps to Fang Xinran's side, raised his finger to the swordsman's folded hands.

"Did you see, above those hands is Yijiantai of our Sword Academy!
After entering the teaching building, you can take the elevator up to the 35th floor. "

"Thank you."

Fang Qingran thanked him earnestly, and walked towards the inside of the Kendo Institute.

"No, no, no, we are all sword cultivators who wield two swords. In the Sword Academy, it is necessary to help each other!"

Mo Yong watched the young man leave and said loudly.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and raised his voice to add:

"Student, in the Sword Academy, there are not many swordsmen who are willing to take the direction of dual swords. Although my level is not very high, I still know a thing or two about some basic content.

If you encounter problems with the dual swords, you can also come to the Kendo Institute to find me. Remember, my name is Mo Yong! "

When he turned around again, he scratched his head, and a look of doubt appeared on his face again:
"An ancient surname... an ancient surname?
Does our Kendo Academy have a teacher named Gu? "

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find the answer, and when he was about to turn around and leave, there was a bang, as if he had hit a hard iron plate like a stone.

Raising his head, like a strong man made of fine iron, he showed a somewhat malicious grin at him, and put his arm on his shoulder:

"Mo Yong, why do you always walk without looking at the road?
This will not work.

Also, can you give me an accurate answer about our association head looking for you last time? "

"People from Bajian Club?"

Mo Yong's face suddenly turned ugly.

He looked sideways a little dodgingly:

"Didn't I say before, give me some more time to think about it.

Next week, before next week, I will definitely give you an accurate answer to the head of the association. "

"next week?"

The burly man holding Mo Yong's shoulders exerted his arms slightly, and looked at the other's painful expression, showing his white teeth:

"Next week is too late!

The head of the club has also put a lot of pressure on us, please understand.

To tell you the truth, today I must get an accurate answer!

You choose yourself, do you follow us to Yijiantai, or take the initiative to surrender and give up? "

Stretching out a hand to Mo Yong's eyes, his five rough fingers full of calluses like elephants gradually clenched:

"No one can stop what our Bajian Club wants to do!

Waiting for your reply before twelve o'clock tonight! "

Finally, he patted the young man on the shoulder, and he greeted the people who followed behind:

"let's go!"

Bajianshe and his party had just walked out not far away. Mo Yong, who had his back turned to several people, took a deep breath, and after suddenly exerting force on the hilt of the sword, he let go again:

"Don't wait for twelve o'clock in the morning!"

His words stopped everyone in Ba Jian Club.

"Oh?"

The leading brawny raised his eyebrows.

"I'll see you at Yijiantai at ten o'clock next!

I don't think you Ba Jian Club don't plan to give me even a little time to prepare! "

Mo Yong's words were resounding, vaguely revealing some anger and sadness.

"Ten o'clock, okay, I promise!"

The leading strong man turned his face slightly, the corners of his mouth raised:

"At ten o'clock in the morning, Yijiantai, we will see you soon!"

After speaking, he led several people away.

Mo Yong stood where he was, his eyes gradually became firm, and he ran all the way to the outside of the Sword Academy.

……

Passing by the black stone tablet, from the corner of the eye, I glanced at the men and women who were sitting in front of the tablet with their eyes closed, and surrounded the tablet in five circles. Fang Qingran sensed the fluctuation of the sword emanating from the tablet, so he didn't stay here any longer , set foot on the stone steps and enter the teaching building.

He admitted that he was quite interested in that monument, but right now, seeing Senior Gu is the more important thing.

Anyway, I have already entered the Kendo Institute, and the black stone tablet is erected there, and no one will steal it, and there will be more time to come in the future.

Walking into the elevator, the acceleration brought a little sense of weightlessness. He glanced at the familiar young men and women around him, and a thought flashed in his mind:
"The height interval between floors is also much larger than I imagined..."

When he pressed down on the 35th floor, he clearly noticed that the eyes of other students in the elevator were focused on him.

He didn't take it too seriously. After reaching the 35th floor, he stepped out of the elevator. Just as he was about to walk towards the arm passage leading to the open-air platform, Gu Donglai's voice transmission came again in his mind:

"Boy Fang, you don't want to compete with others, or you want to settle some disputes, what are you going to do there..."

Transsion pointed out a way for Fang Qingran.

Fang Qingran followed Gu Donglai's instructions and came to a glass door.

Looking through the transparent glass, there is nothing behind the door.

If you dare to open the door, you dare to step on the air, if you dare to step on the air, you dare to fall. It is really a design that brings joy to people who are afraid of heights.

"Don't stand stupidly at the door, these glass are all one-way line of sight isolation."

The glass door opened from the inside to the outside, Gu Donglai sank into the soft sofa, with his feet on the coffee table, he waved to Fang Qingran, and ate several mouthfuls of apples.

"What's your expression?
We are all at this age, can't we enjoy it? "

The old man wiped off the apple crumbs on his gray beard, and felt confident.

He patted the sofa and said:
"Boy Fang, you are walking too slowly. We are waiting for you here. We have finished eating two apples, a banana, a bunch of grapes and half a pack of value-packed original potato chips."

"Senior ancient."

Fang Qingran looked around the scene in the room and shouted respectfully.

"Come, sit!"

After Gu Donglai greeted him, he smiled:
"The design of our kendo academy, Pang, isn't bad.

When constructing, we can emphatically refer to our opinions. "

He deliberately emphasized the word "emphasis" a bit.

"Senior Gu didn't bring me here, probably because he wanted me to walk through his designs in person, just like a child, who got a beloved toy and wanted to show it off so that the whole world would know..."

Taking a peek at the old man, Fang Qingran muttered in his heart.

"We wonder if you are thinking about something that doesn't respect us right now."

Gu Donglai calmly took a sip of tea.

"No, no, I was shocked by the unique design of the Kendo Academy."

Fang Qingran stared blankly:
"When I think of the person in charge of the design appearing in front of my eyes now, my admiration is like a torrential river, and it's like the Yellow River flooding out of control."

"Hey, Fang boy, you can talk!"

Gu Donglai nodded in satisfaction, and gestured to go out of the window.

Through the window, you can see the backs of overlapping hands, as well as more than a dozen large and small Yijian platforms built in the open air.

The shadows of people under the stage shuttled, and the sword light on the stage was sharp.

"This is the best viewing spot on the 35th floor! We specially asked Pang Boy to create an exclusive room for us."

After boasting, the old man saw Fang Qingran sitting down, and said cheerfully:
"Boy Fang, do you know why we are looking for you today?"

Fang Qingran looked at the old man's guessing expression, and put on an honest attitude:
"I don't know, kid."

The old man twitched his lips because he didn't get a timely compliment.
"Why are you as boring as Pang boy?"

He waved his hand, and simply stopped playing tricks:
"Boy Fang, you should still remember what we said when we gave you the test token before the trial of Sword Tomb started."

Hearing this, Fang Qingran's gaze drifted further and further away, as if he had fallen into a state of memory.

After waiting for a long time, Gu Donglai was startled when he saw the boy still looked like this:
"It's only been more than two months. Don't tell us, we'll forget about it all!
Fang boy, how old are you this year, I remember correctly, you have just come of age! "

"Eh, this..."

Fang Qingran showed an embarrassed and shy smile.

"I heard that people who are imaginary tend to forget things..."

Gu Donglai muttered something, he sighed and said:

"Then let's repeat it again.

If you can forge the foundation of a high-grade sword bone, we will let Pang Boy guide your further cultivation.

If you can forge the unparalleled sword bone foundation above the top grade, we will give you an additional gift.

Today, we are going to fulfill the promise we made. "

Having said that, the leisurely look on his face was gradually replaced by a touch of curiosity:
"Let's hear that kid from Ji Huaixing say, boy Fang, you made your sword soul by yourself?"

"It is a wife who will accompany you for a lifetime, and I am sure it will be the most comfortable to use when you pinch it yourself!"

Fang Qingran looked serious.

Gu Donglai: "???"

He looked at Fang Qingran with a complicated expression:
"To be honest, it's the first time we've seen you do something like this.

Not surprisingly, your control over the sword soul is likely to surpass other unparalleled masters of the sword soul. "

The young man sitting in front of him is fully qualified, or he is the master of the first generation of sword soul.

Even if it dies, the sword soul created by the other party will pass on forever with the long river of time.

No matter how noble the Juggernaut is, there will be one in every extraordinary city, and he himself is not the first to receive the title of Juggernaut, so even he can't guarantee his name and everything about him. Can someone always remember.

And the kid in front of him, when he was less than 20 years old, achieved this goal that many people could not dream of, and his name will go down in history.

The other sword souls are all made by heaven, but the sword soul possessed by the other party is man-made.

This alone is enough for him to become an inescapable figure in the entire history of kendo.

"You……"

Gu Donglai sighed with a smile, obviously this young man didn't realize what a shocking thing he had done.

Seeing that the young man sat up straight when he heard that there was a gift to take, and looked at himself with anticipation, his sense of satisfaction soared.

What are the other sword masters?
Look at others, the master of the first generation of Peerless Sword and Soul, look at the little expression we are looking forward to, can you have such treatment?

Sure enough, he is the real number one sword master of all time!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help picking up his style and tone, and brushed off the crumbs of snacks on his body:

"We heard from Boy Nie that you have mastered the long-lost ancient sword technique from the Wukong Sword Sect?"

Every word he says and every action he makes may be passed down through the ages, and the 'Fan' must be put together!
"Ah."

Fang Qingran agreed calmly.

If it was placed before the sorting test, he would definitely not dare to answer it so affirmatively. After all, whether he can use it or not depends entirely on fate.

but now……

No one understands the Wukong sword way better than me!

"Wukong Sword Dao, Wukong Sword School..."

After getting an affirmative answer, the old man got up and walked all the way to the window:
"Although our question is a bit presumptuous, we really want to know...

Boy Fang, Ye Qinghuan... is he still alive? "

(End of this chapter)