Chapter 109: Invitation

  Indeed, the more powerful the martial art is, the harder it is to study and master. Compared to the lower-level "Rolling Stone Fist", the difficulty of the two is worlds apart. The "Clear Wind Swordsmanship" is like an obscure puzzle that is hard to grasp, even with Ning's greatly enhanced senses and perception, the strange feeling still makes his mind a jumbled mess.

  Even if Ning Chong devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivating the "Clear Wind Sword Technique" with that strange feeling, it was still a difficult step.

  The swordsmanship moves had been practiced to the point of being extremely familiar, with a clear and standard pattern, but Ning Chong's feeling was extremely bad, deeply feeling that his current cultivation of "Clear Wind Swordsmanship" was not much stronger than an empty shell.

  Ning Chong has been frowning about this, feeling very bad. He can only carefully consider it again, pursuing the direction of the messy feelings, and selecting them bit by bit. Although so, but after many days, Ning Chong's bad feeling in his heart cannot be shaken off.

  Although he was slightly pursuing the feeling and understanding of "Clear Wind Swordsmanship", it seemed that he had already touched the best route of understanding, but Ning Chong felt for the first time that this method was extremely mechanical, rigid and lacking something...

  Unconsciously, more than two months have passed, and the season has entered winter. For such a long time, Ning Chong still hasn't found any clues, and practicing "Clear Wind Swordsmanship" still feels like something is missing.

  Since having that strange feeling, Ning Chong encountered the greatest difficulty and resistance when practicing martial arts for the first time. However, his more than ten years of waste martial arts career had given him great resistance and unparalleled patience. Ning Chong did not give up and continued to practice "Clear Wind Swordsmanship" every day, interpreting the increasingly clear feeling.

  During this period, Ning Chong had cultivated the Pure Yuan Art to its highest realm, his internal yuan energy having reached seven cycles, greatly increasing his cultivation speed. His cultivation grew steadily with time.

  However, due to the influence of his physical constitution, his cultivation speed is not too exaggerated. Otherwise, under the bonus of excellent physical constitution, his cultivation speed would be frightening, and it's likely that a large number of people in his family would be shocked to death.

  Although so, Ning Chong once again made progress in his cultivation and reached the "Martial Disciple Seventh Stage Mid-term", which was not far from the "Martial Disciple Seventh Stage Late-term".

  That day, snowflakes floated in the sky. After a night's work, the whole earth was already wrapped in silver and white, with a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

  Early in the morning, as usual, Ning Chong got up early and pushed open the door window, only to see a silver-white world.

  This was the first snow since winter, and Ning Chong felt a little excited, his mood was pleasant. He breathed out white mist from his mouth, walked around for a while, admired the snowy scene for a moment, then planned to continue practicing "Clear Wind Swordsmanship" near Heartbreak Cliff.

  This kind of weather, with its bitter cold and scorching heat, was nothing to Wu Xiu. Ning Chong still wore only a thin white robe, with a long sword on his back, as he walked out of the Rain Bamboo Courtyard.

  Out of the yard, Ning Chong walked all the way, thinking about the insights gained from practicing "Clear Wind Swordsmanship", summarizing an increasingly clear feeling.

  At this time, a red figure suddenly jumped out in front, shaking a withered branch and pointing at Ning Chong, shouting: "Who are you? State your name!"

  Ning Chong didn't even need to look to know who had arrived, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself: "This little girl is getting more and more childish as she grows up, actually liking to play this kind of kid's game..."

  During this time, Ning Jing would occasionally come to find Ning Chong to play and tease him. Taking advantage of being the Seventh Elder's direct disciple, she pitied Ning Chong for not having been taken in as a direct disciple by other Elders. As a result, she would sometimes bring Ning Chong some extremely high-quality cultivation auxiliary pills that had almost no side effects after consumption.

  The little girl is naturally good at heart, and Ning Chong's warmth and gratitude make her more and more affectionate towards him. However, she still has a bit of a childish temper and likes to play pranks, similar to the kind of games they're playing now, and this little girl just can't get enough of it.

  However, Ning Chong didn't want to provoke Ning Jing's temper, so he accompanied her in her nonsense again, putting on a domineering expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Is that Ning Nu ahead? I'm Hei Feng Shan's Niu Er, we don't interfere with each other's business, please let me through, Ning Nu!"

  "Hmm!" Ning Jing coldly hummed and asked, "Niu Er, I'm asking you! The small village ahead was looted and burned, did you lead the people to do it?"

  Upon hearing Ning's words, Ning's face turned red with sweat and he thought to himself: "Arson, murder, robbery... it seems my 'crimes' are getting bigger and bigger..."

  Ning Chong suppressed his smile and feigned great anger, shouting: "You little woman! You don't want to give me face, do you want to taste the swift sword of Niu Er?"

  Ning Jing said: "Niu Er, your crimes are boundless! Today your retribution has arrived!" After finishing speaking, she brandished her sword and stabbed.

  Ning charged forward with a showy move, then let out a pained cry as he received a single "sword" from Ning Jing, and fell dead in the snow.

  "Idiot! Come again!" Ning Jing pouted, "My sword hasn't even pierced you, how did you die? Come again!"

  "Little girl, I'm already dead. The dead won't come back." Ning Chong laughed and lay on the ground, refusing to get up.

  Ning quietly didn't pay attention, but was pulled by Ning Chong. Ning Chong felt a bit annoyed and said: "Alright, little girl, look at how old you are now, still playing this childish game!"

  "Hmph!" Ning Jing held onto Ning Chong tightly, not letting go, and said with a smile, "I don't care about that, as long as I'm happy! Doesn't Brother Ning Chong feel happy?"

  "Happiness... happiness!" Ning Chong didn't dare say a single "unhappy".

  "That's great! Quick, let's start again! You retreat into the courtyard, come in, and I'll hide behind a stone outside!" Ning Jing said, already disappearing like a little cat "hiss" behind a boulder.

  "Good... good..." Ning Chong couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, but today was a rare happy day, so he also followed Ning Jing's will and entered the courtyard.

  The play was rehearsed three times in a row, and Ning Jing finally let go of Ning Chong.

  Wu Xiu's time was always tight, and Ning Jing was measured, not making a big fuss. After a round of playfulness, Ning Jing's face was red and she handed over an invitation card, saying: "Ning Chong brother, in a few days it will be my 13th birthday, you must come to attend! Remember! Otherwise, I won't forgive you!"

  She stuffed the invitation into Ning Chong's hand, and Xiao Jiu'er turned around with a bit of shyness, bouncing away. She had only taken two steps when she turned her head back, waving her fist and warning, "Oh yeah! Don't forget to bring good gifts! If I'm not satisfied with your gift, I won't forgive you either! Hehe!"

  That red cotton-padded jacket was as bright as fire, making the little girl look even more lively and spirited. As I watched that fiery red figure disappear into the distance, Ning Chong's mood also improved a lot.

  Smiling and lowering his head to take a look at the invitation, Ning Chong found that there was still plenty of time left, so he had enough time to prepare a gift. He put away the invitation and continued walking towards the back mountain.