...

Seeing that Zheng Zhihua was very sincere, Ou Chuyang felt warm and thanked him: "Thank you, Shopkeeper Zheng. If you have any needs in the future, I will definitely come to ask for help."

"That's good." Zheng Zhihua laughed and changed his subject, "But, after all, I really should thank the mysterious person this time. After the Shengpinxuan was bombed, our Tiangong Pavilion's business increased by more than 70%, haha."

Ou Chuyang laughed and said, "This is called: Good people will naturally be rewarded, and evil people will be punished by evil people."

...

After Shengpinxuan was blown up, Park Jung-chang really fell silent.

The business of Jiancaixing is booming and has completely entered the formality. Under the leadership of Yuan Tiezhu, the newly-designed assistant apprentice has mastered various processes. The bonus of more than one or two silver dollars a month makes everyone cherish this hard-earned good job.

The Gongsun family also specially transferred three sword masters and nine sword servants to three shifts to guard the sword tree in turn to avoid another unexpected disaster.

As life gradually stabilized, Ou Chuyang could finally reach the level of swordsman without distraction. The time left for him was less than half a year. If he didn't break through to the swordsman, he really didn't have time to upgrade to another level and obtain the assessment qualification.

...

"After half a year of hard work, you have made great progress, not bad," Meng Pingsheng continued with a gratitude: "Next, we will enter the last stage of the course."

The faces of more than 40 old people changed suddenly, and the freshmen also felt nervous. As soon as the previous stage came, everyone vomited blood and fainted. This last stage must be even more difficult to bear.

"Don't be nervous, relax, just keep the spiritual platform clear and clear." Meng Pingsheng finished speaking, gently whipping the strings of the piano.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the students did not feel anything unusual, as if they were about the same as when they were practicing the piano every day.

I can only hear the sound of the piano, the tunes are ups and downs, and the changes are immutable. Sometimes the big strings are noisy like rain, and sometimes the small strings are like whispers. The noisy and tangled plays are mixed, and the big beads fall on the jade plate.

Before they knew it, everyone was immersed in the sound of the piano and could not extricate themselves.

Ou Chuyang only felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed, Qingyunting, Meng Pingsheng, and everyone else disappeared. He seemed to be in a colorful and bizarre passage of time, flying forward rapidly, feeling nothing.

Suddenly, Ou Chuyang's eyes lit up, and then his mind was shocked.

This...this is my hometown!

I... am I back?

Everything around is so familiar and so friendly... The red light at the intersection is jumping with numbers and blocking long traffic. The familiar song "Grateful Heart, Thank You for Your..." When this store celebrated its tenth anniversary, Ou Chuyang took advantage of the promotion to charge a card worth 500 yuan. The fried chicken shop next to the beauty salon is still so hot that the tempting fried chicken fragrance can be smelled from a distance...

That’s right! This is the earth, this is the hometown, and there is my home here!

Go home! The thought flashed, and Ou Chuyang immediately ran to the side of the road to stop the taxi, and three were not empty. Ou Chuyang couldn't wait, so he ran away and ran forward quickly.

Run across the bridge in front and turn right to the river villa area, where his home is!

However, a distance of only two or three thousand meters, with Ou Chuyang's current physical fitness and speed, it only takes a matter of minutes.

Ou Chuyang quickly ran onto the bridge. His speed was comparable to an SUV. He could already see the roof of his house from the bridge.

Run... Run quickly... and then run...

Ou Chuyang kept running, running desperately...

But why can't this bridge run out?

He has clearly surpassed one car after another and stepped a long way, why is he still so far away from home?

Why!

Ou Chuyang was very anxious and drew his sword in his hand. He wanted to cut through the inexplicable obstacle in front with a sword, fight out a way, return to his long-lost home, and embrace his parents whom he missed day and night...

"Stop!" Suddenly, a shout stopped.

Ou Chuyang was stunned, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.

The bridge is gone, the traffic is gone, and the home is gone...

Qingyun Pavilion... Meng Pingsheng...

Meng Pingsheng stood in front of him, holding Ou Chuyang's wrist holding the sword in his left hand, and patting his shoulder with his right hand, "Just wake up."

Was that just now a dream? Or a illusion?

Why are the scenes in front of you, the sounds in your ears, and the smells smell so real and so clear?

Ou Chuyang shook his head fiercely and calmed down. He had realized that everything just now was caused by the sound of Meng Pingsheng's piano, and everything was his memory or his fantasy.

Ou Chuyang suppressed the extremely regret and melancholy in his heart and sat down dejectedly.

A small number of other students around him had woken up, and they sat silently and were sad. The students who had not woken up all had a blank expression on their faces and their expressions were tumultuous, but their eyes were constantly changing, and they were happy, sad, and painful from time to time...

Meng Pingsheng's piano sound really seems to have devilish power, it's really terrible...

...

Listen to the piano in one day and cultivate the heart on two days. In the blink of an eye, another month passed by.

The autumn wind is bleak, thousands of trees fall leaves, and thousands of flowers wither. After a cold wind and rain, the world is dark and the mountains and rivers are lost.

Ou Chuyang walked on the muddy mountain road covered with thick leaves, slowly climbing up the mountainside, and his heart was as gloomy and heavy as the cold late autumn.

"Have you heard that? Wang Jin dropped out of school."

"Who is Wang Jin?"

"It's the little guy who sits at the last one all year round and never speaks."

"I don't have any impression, why did he drop out of school?"

"He has always been at the peak of the sword servant, and he probably felt that there was no hope. So instead of staying here and enduring huge pressure, it is better to give up early and go home to have a happy life."

"It's better to have short pain than long pain. It's better to leave early. I'm asking me to say that if my cultivation is so poor, I should stay at home. Why should I come to the academy to embarrass you?"

"Shh--Speak quietly, another peak 'master' of sword servant is here."

"What's the point of the Sword Master?... Uh... Brother Yu, the weather is good today, haha."

Ou Chuyang walked past the crowd with expressionless face, sat on a stone pier, and closed his eyes as if nothing had happened to practice.

"Come on, today I am the banker and bet on when the only peak swordsman among us will drop out of school and get out of school." Park Jung-chang laughed maliciously.

Ou Chuyang ignored the news, but his heart was extremely gloomy. It was the end of November, and the academy's assessment time was set at the time of Grain Rain in late March, less than four months away. However, he had not even made a breakthrough in the entry of the sword master, let alone the sword master Xiaocheng...
Chapter completed!