Eighty spirit coins a day was really a price he couldn't bear, so he could only see if there were other lecturers.

Fortunately, the middle-aged deacon did not disappoint him. Although he looked unhappy, he still said: "Besides that elder, there are two other disciples who are the best in swordsmanship."

Ye Mu's eyes lit up and he said: "Which two?"

The middle-aged deacon glanced at him and said slowly: "The first is Liu Tong, a disciple of Tiangu Peak. He is very strong and has unique insights into the art of vertical swordsmanship."

"The second is Mu Hongyu, the direct disciple of the master of Tianjian Peak."

After the words fell, the middle-aged deacon remained silent.

Um, is this the end?

Ye Mu didn't know what to say for a moment. He was still waiting for the introduction. The result was that simple?

Liu Tong is obviously an ordinary disciple in Tiangu Peak, and Mu Hongyu is the disciple of the peak master, and is definitely stronger than Liu Tong. However, when practicing spiritual arts, you can't just focus on your cultivation level.

For a moment, Ye Mu was hesitant.

"What about the price of their lectures?"

"The former is five spirit coins a day, and the latter is twenty." The middle-aged deacon said calmly.

this……

The gap must be too big, Ye Mu was speechless.

"What? Who do you want to choose?" The middle-aged deacon looked confused.

Ye Mu's thoughts flashed through his mind. The middle-aged deacon's previous words seemed to be intended to make him choose Liu Tong.

He didn't introduce Mu Hongyu too much, but Ye Mu didn't think that a Peak Master disciple would be any worse than an ordinary disciple. Moreover, Liu Tong's price was low, and there would be many people who wanted to come and listen. Maybe he wouldn't be able to achieve what he wanted.

Effect.

So after pondering for a moment, Ye Mu chose the latter.

"I choose Mu Hongyu."

The middle-aged deacon heard this and took out a sign and handed it to Ye Mu.

"This is a lesson card. You can take it to the training room in the back mountain and find it by yourself." The middle-aged deacon said calmly.

Ye Mu took the sign and turned around to leave.

After Ye Mu left, the slovenly man on the side said: "Hey, you are not a good boy. If you let this little guy go find an ordinary disciple, won't it delay the progress of your cultivation?"

The middle-aged deacon blushed and said, "If you make a bet with your uncle, you must be prepared."

The sloppy man rolled his eyes and disappeared without saying anything.

Seeing him leaving, the middle-aged deacon felt something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something.

After a few seconds, he realized that his uncle hadn't told him about his bet yet.

But by now the other party had left, and there was nothing he could do.

"Uncle, ah, uncle, you are really..."

"well."

…

Spiritual Arts Hall, back mountain.

Ye Mu followed the directions on the signs and walked through the attics.

There was no emotion or anger on his face, but in his heart he kept complaining about the rules of the Spiritual Arts Hall.

All the spiritual arts in the palace require a lot of spiritual coins to be exchanged. If you leave the sect, the spiritual arts will have to be returned, which makes him very unhappy. There are rubbings in them, why do you need to return them?

Can't you just keep rubbing it?

If you put these things outside, you can earn a lot of spiritual stones.

If his thoughts were known to the elders or deacons of the sect, he would probably be kicked out of the sect immediately.

With this thought in mind, Ye Mu walked between the attics in the back mountain.

Not long after, they found the training room pointed to by the jade sign.

The attic was located in a relatively remote location, and there was no other person in front of the building except him.

Ye Mu made sure he was looking for the right place, opened the door and walked in.

It was extremely spacious inside, but he didn't see anyone.

Ye Mu went deep inside and scanned around, but still found no trace. This made him wonder, did the pastor sister not teach today?

That's impossible. Since you have given me a lesson pass, it means that the course has been arranged.

Just when he was wondering, he felt a chill all over his body, and a figure suddenly emerged from the space in front of him.

The green clothes are splendid, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

There is no smile on her delicate cheeks, and her eyes are indifferent. If it weren't for the cinnabar between the eyebrows that adds a bit of color, this cold temperament would be difficult to make people feel good about her.

"Why is it you?" Seeing this figure, Ye Mu immediately shouted in surprise.

Because the figure was none other than the woman he had seen on the second floor of the Spiritual Arts Hall before.

"Are you the pastor sister?" Ye Mu said again after coming to his senses.

When the woman heard the words, she nodded slightly and said, "I am Mu Hongyu."

After getting the answer, Ye Mu quickly raised his hands and said, "Hello, senior sister, my name is Ye Mu, and I am a new disciple this year. I am here to learn the art of vertical swordsmanship."

Upon hearing his words, Mu Hongyu's indifferent eyes moved slightly, and then returned to calm.

"Senior sister, why don't you have any disciples here to attend the class?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Ye Mu asked his doubts.

"Now we have it." Mu Hongyu did not explain, but just said this sentence lightly, which made Ye Mu a little stunned.

"Get ready, we'll start in a moment." Before Ye Mu could speak, Mu Hongyu said again.

Preparation? What preparation?

Ye Mu was puzzled, but seeing that the other party had no intention of explaining, he had no choice but to take out the scroll of swordsmanship and study it carefully.

Is this what she meant by preparation?

Ye Mu didn't know what she meant, but decided to familiarize himself with the sword skills first.

However, his study did not last long before he was interrupted.

"Okay, let's get started." Mu Hongyu said lightly, but she didn't see any movement. A green sword appeared in front of her.

Buzz.

As soon as the sword appeared, Ye Mu felt an unusual fluctuation.

Sword intent!

This priest sister has actually understood the meaning of the sword. This level of swordsmanship is the first person he has seen since he started practicing.

"There are nineteen styles of vertical swordsmanship. Use the power of vertical strikes to attack fiercely, like wind and lightning, and win with speed."

Mu Hongyu's voice was cold, and the next moment, the green sword moved slightly.

Mu Hongyu held a three-foot green sword in his hand, and his figure suddenly appeared and waved it in the training room.

Along with bursts of sound breaking through the air, Ye Mu only saw a figure in green changing in front of his eyes. The figure was so fast that he could only see the afterimage, which made his eyes sting.

By activating his purple spirit pupils, he could barely see Mu Hongyu's sword moves.

That kind of astonishing fierceness seems to be able to destroy everything.

Mu Hongyu's figure was slender and her movements were a bit gentle, but the sharp sword energy she wielded carried a majestic meaning, which made Ye Mu feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

But it was only for a brief moment that this feeling dissipated.

Because Mu Hongyu's movements were getting faster and faster, that gentle and graceful state had completely disappeared, replaced by endless fierceness and killing.

Ye Mu felt as if he had entered an indescribable state, and felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Then Mu Hongyu's sword moves suddenly became clear in his eyes.

The silver light flashed, and the figure was as straight as a swimming dragon, rippling like water waves, like fiery trees and silver flowers, shuttling through the space. The lightning-fast offensive, with its majestic edge, made Ye Mu's mind sway.

After an unknown amount of time, the sharpness and majesty had disappeared, leaving only a shadow that kept changing.

He seemed to have entered a state he had never entered before.

When Ye Mu felt that everything was silent, with only light and shadow and the sound of the long sword cutting through the air, Mu Hongyu had already stopped moving.

In the empty training room, one person's eyes were slightly closed, and there were mysterious fluctuations all over his body. One person was holding a long sword, and his bright eyes were staring at the other person closely.

As the mysterious fluctuations in Ye Mu's body became stronger and stronger, a look of surprise appeared on Mu Hongyu's calm face.

"Is this...the sword's heart transparent?"

Mu Hongyu was just surprised at first, but later became a little shocked. Even if the sword's heart was clear, it didn't last that long.

Under her gaze, Ye Mu's state lasted for a stick of incense.
To be continued...