Concept of Cloud 10%

After leaving, Chu Mu felt a little uneasy in his heart. He did not rush back to the Towering Wind Courtyard. Instead, he subconsciously walked and unknowingly walked to the edge of the cliff.

"It's been a long time since I last saw this place."

Since becoming an inner disciple, Chu Mu had never been here again. This time, it could be considered as revisiting an old place.

The grass blocking the entrance of the cave had turned yellow. Chu Mu pushed aside the yellow grass and bent over to pass through the small cave entrance. What greeted him was a breeze that carried a bit of the chill of the mountains. What entered his eyes was a surging white cloud sea.

Turning around and facing the mountain wall, Chu Mu stared at the marks on the mountain wall. Those were the marks left by the sword Qi when he was practicing his swordsmanship. His finger gently brushed across the sword marks.

These sword marks, some shallow and short, some deep and long, crisscrossed and seemed to be messy.

His finger brushed across the sword marks one by one. There were no residual sword Qi fluctuations on them. Chu Mu's eyes became deep. Even he himself did not know what he was thinking.

Turning around, he walked to the edge of the cliff in a few steps. It seemed that as long as he was blown by the wind, he would fall into the sea of clouds. However, Chu Mu stood there like a pine tree on the precipice, not moving at all.

There was wind, sunlight, and billowing clouds. Between the white clouds, it formed a beautiful and vast picture.

Suddenly, the depth in Chu Mu's eyes gradually disappeared and became bright. A trace of haze in the bottom of his heart gradually melted. Like a drop of ink being washed by clear water, it faded and finally dissipated into nothingness.

"Everyone has their own path, their own growth, their own opportunities, their own beginnings, their own processes, and their own endings. Meeting is fate, knowing is fate. If we can become good friends and walk together, it is ultimately a good thing. " Chu Mu muttered to himself with a smile on his face. He was relieved: "However, everyone is a unique whole. Some people are destined to stagger, some people are destined to ride the wind and the sword. In the end, they are different. Only those with the same temperament can truly be friends and companions. "

Chu Mu only felt that his mind had become clearer. Everything around him had become clearer, and he could sense it more easily.

The churning sea of clouds seemed to have entered Chu Mu's eyes.

Gathering and parting, parting and reuniting … Rolling and unrolling … Clouds come and gather … Clouds scatter and clouds vanish … In the end, there is no meaning in leaving or staying … Life and death are formless …

All kinds of enlightenment gushed out like spring water, gushing into Chu Mu's mind. Suddenly, Chu Mu felt as if he was in a boundless sea of clouds. Around his eyes, there were countless white clouds flying past … twisting … circling …

Chu Mu's pupils seemed to have turned white as well, drifting slowly like white clouds.

In an instant, Chu Mu seemed to have transformed into a white cloud, blending into the endless sea of clouds.

Unknowingly, his comprehension of the Concept of Clouds gradually deepened.

Chu Mu could not feel the flow of time. As he wandered in the boundless sea of clouds, he forgot about time, forgot about the world, and forgot about himself.

Unknowingly, the sun set in the west. The setting sun was as red as blood, illuminating the western horizon. Chu Mu suddenly sobered up. His eyes were still red. Only then did he realize that he had been standing here for half a day.

Chu Mu slowly exhaled a breath of white air. It was like the clouds drifting and dissipating. Chu Mu smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Unknowingly, his comprehension of the Concept of Clouds had increased from 5% to 10%.

"It is only a 5% increase. Indeed, the difficulty of comprehending the second concept is several times higher," Chu Mu thought to himself.

If the Concept of Clouds was the first concept that Chu Mu comprehended, then perhaps he could have raised it to 15%.

Chu Mu already felt at ease in his heart. There were no more barriers. He turned around, his clothes fluttering as he left with large strides.

Like the wind, there is no meaning in leaving or leaving. Like the clouds, formless in life and death … The wind is light and the clouds are indifferent … With a wave of his sleeve, he does not take away any clouds …

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His journey was brisk, as if his entire person was about to soar. Chu Mu first went to the Internal Affairs Hall. He exchanged seven hundred refined swords for thirty-five contribution points. Then, he rushed to the three courtyards of the inner sect.

"I wonder if Xiao Wei cooked for me?" Chu Mu thought to himself. Soon after, he smiled, "She did not know that I would come back. She probably would not cook for me. I'll just have to make do with the dry food first."

Soon, Chu Mu arrived in front of the Towering Wind Courtyard's stone tablet.

Glancing at the stone tablet, Chu Mu did not feel anything. He did not force it. He passed by the stone tablet and walked towards the Towering Wind Courtyard's gravel path.

At this time, two figures walked over from the opposite side. One was green and the other was white. They were a male and female disciple.

"It's them …" Chu Mu's eyes were sharp. He saw the two's appearance with one glance and frowned slightly.

At the same time, the male and female inner sect disciples also saw Chu Mu. They were stunned at first, then their faces changed.

The female disciple's face was full of joy. She rushed over in big strides. She was like a young girl who had not seen her lover for a long time and could not wait to see her lover return.

The male disciple's face changed. His eyes flashed with anger and coldness. He hurriedly used his movement technique. Whoosh! He passed the female disciple and appeared in front of Chu Mu.

"You're finally back." The male disciple's tone was very stiff with a trace of hostility and command. It made Chu Mu feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

"A good dog does not block the way." This person was the elite disciple of the main palace, Wenren Yun, who had threatened him on the battle arena that day. Chu Mu naturally would not be polite to him.

"You …" Wenren Yun's face darkened. He grabbed the sword hilt with one hand. His eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"Senior Brother Wenren, move aside." The female disciple was Luo Yuling, who claimed to be the best swordswoman of the main palace but was easily defeated by Chu Mu. Wenren Yun glared at Chu Mu fiercely. He let go of the sword hilt and moved aside.

Luo Yuling walked over. A light fragrance came over.

"Chu Mu, I want you to practice with me." Luo Yuling looked at Chu Mu. There was a trace of grievance and joy in her eyes. There was also a sense of righteousness.

After being easily defeated by Chu Mu and hearing Chu Mu's words, Luo Yuling angrily left and told her father about her grievances.

In the end, her father just smiled and called a few inner sect disciples of the main palace who had similar cultivation to her. They were not allowed to hold back and used their full strength to fight with Luo Yuling.

Only then did Luo Yuling realize that these junior brothers, who usually couldn't even withstand ten strikes of her sword, were all highly skilled in swordsmanship. They were actually on par with her. Only then did she realize that they had been letting her win in the past.

At first, she was angry. Then, she calmed down and thought about it. Luo Yuling finally understood that it was only her senior brothers who cared about her. However, this was obviously not what she wanted.

So, Luo Yuling thought of Chu Mu, the person who had dared to defeat her with just a few strikes. After that, everything about Chu Mu was dug out. Luo Yuling was amazed. Because of this, she also had the idea of learning from Chu Mu.

Who was she? She was the daughter of the headmaster of Qingfeng Sword Sect. Her status was noble. It was impossible for her to ask Chu Mu to teach her swordsmanship. So, she came up with the idea of asking Chu Mu to practice swordsmanship with her.

In Luo Yuling's opinion, it was Chu Mu's honor that she personally went to ask Chu Mu to teach her swordsmanship. Chu Mu must be very grateful. Therefore, she set off for Lingfeng Courtyard. Wenren Yun followed her like a shadow.

She didn't expect that Chu Mu wasn't there. This made the excited Luo Yuling feel as if she had been splashed with cold water. In the following period of time, Luo Yuling would come to Towering Wind Courtyard every few days to find Chu Mu, but she still couldn't find him.

Therefore, she felt wronged and secretly told herself that Chu Mu was not that great. There were many people who wanted to practice swordsmanship with her. Chu Mu was not one of them.

Unexpectedly, when she was about to leave Lingfeng Courtyard, she saw Chu Mu coming from the opposite direction.

"Not interested." Chu Mu heard her and responded coldly without thinking. He walked around Luo Yuling and strode away.

"Stop." Wenren Yun flashed and stopped Chu Mu. She said angrily and was about to draw her sword.

"Get out of the way." Chu Mu glanced at Wenren Yun with an indifferent expression. She was only at the middle stage of the ninth stage of the Sword Qi Realm. Chu Mu did not take her seriously.

"You …" Wenren Yun felt that she could not bear to draw her sword.

"Senior Brother Wenren, stop." Luo Yuling turned around and shouted. Then she looked at Chu Mu. "I'm going to tell my father now. He orders you to practice swordsmanship with me in the future."

Chu Mu did not answer. He almost ignored her and walked forward. His imposing manner made Wenren Yun unconsciously avoid him.

Looking at Chu Mu's back, Luo Yuling felt even more wronged. She held back her tears and clenched her small hands. She secretly decided that she must ask her father to order him to practice swordsmanship with her, whether it was to vent her anger or for other reasons.