The fire on the stone platform gradually burned out, and the smoke dissipated, revealing the embarrassed figure inside.
Luo Qingquan was protected by two shields in the center, and the Xinghe sandcoat covering his body was already dull, and there was no trace of its original brilliance. A lot of black hair came out from the crown, covering the expression on his face. And he knelt there on one knee, and didn't move for a long time.
"Junior Brother Luo," Wen Xuan asked, "are you still fighting?"
Luo Qingquan moved abruptly, almost jumped to his feet, decisively raised the small shield in his hand, and smashed it hard at Wenxuan's door.
Wen Xuan hurried to the side to avoid.
As a result, the small shield fell apart in the middle of the flight, turning into a pile of fly ash and dissipating in the air.
"Humph!" Luo Qingquan threw his sleeves fiercely, gritted his teeth, and limped to the edge of the stone platform. As long as you step over this edge and fall down, you will be considered a winner.
"Senior Luo wants to admit defeat?" Someone in the audience whispered.
Hearing this, Luo Qingquan couldn't help but paused for a while, gritted his teeth tightly, and looked back at Wenxuan again. He held the folding fan in his sleeve with one hand and was about to pull it out. But this relic left by his father is the only magic weapon in his body that is still intact.
Wenxuan watched his eyes blushing a little, thinking, "It's over, you won't really cry again."
Luo Qingquan just held the folding fan and struggled for a while, then tucked it into his sleeve, snorted again, and finally jumped down and fell outside the stone platform.
"Senior Brother Luo really lost." The surrounding spectators suddenly became agitated.
Luo Qingquan didn't care about them either. He got up and left, and flew in the direction of his own cave, without saying hello to Wenxuan who was still on the stage.
Wen Xuan smiled helplessly: This is the rhythm of running home and crying.
He shook his head and gently fell from the air, landing on the table.
Zhang Xiaoqing stepped forward with a smile on her face, "Senior Brother Wen, congratulations."
Wenxuan responded implicitly, and reached out his hand to call the magic sword embryo back to his side, and was very happy in his heart.
And the voices below the stage gradually became louder.
"Brother Wen won!"
"Sure enough, Senior Brother Wen is superior!"
"Let me just say, Senior Brother Wen is strong and powerful, so it's so easy to be overwhelmed by Senior Brother Luo!"
Those who originally supported Luo Qingquan buried their heads and closed their mouths. And those younger brothers and sisters who supported Wenxuan gave each other a high five, and they were happier than they had won, as if they were the ones raising their eyebrows.
"Before Senior Brother Luo was able to win, it really was because of the advantages of weapons, victory was not by force!"
Luo Qingquan hadn't gone far at this time, just when he heard this, his figure stagnated in mid-air. He wanted to turn around to refute, but in the end he gritted his teeth again and sped up his departure.
Wen Xuan pursed his lips when he saw this scene.
After Luo Qingquan's figure completely disappeared, he walked to the center of the stone platform, raised his hand to suppress the noisy sound of the mountains and plains, and said loudly, "The reason why I lost to Junior Brother Luo in the big competition in the door a few days ago. , It is indeed because of the lack of strength, that the defeat is convincing."
As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent for a while.
"It was only recently that I gained new gains and realized new moves that I was lucky enough to beat him again." Wen Xuan smiled again, "It can be seen that a temporary defeat is only a temporary one, and you should not stick to it. The only way to go is to keep moving forward.”
Because Wenxuan personally demonstrated in front, after such a big truth, everyone in the audience kept nodding.
Many people even brightened their faces and seemed to be inspired, "Senior Brother Wen is worthy of being Senior Brother Wen!"
"Yeah, as long as you keep moving forward, the victory or defeat of the moment can always be reversed!"
Invisibly, Wenxuan's popularity rose again, and the impact of Luo Qingquan's defeat was also diminishing in everyone's hearts.
Only then did Wen Xuan feel relieved and walked off the stage.
Zhang Xiaoqing followed behind him and said with a smile, "You are really kind, but it's a pity, Brother Luo will definitely not remember your favor."
"I didn't expect him to remember." Wen Xuan shook his head, then turned around and said, "Junior Brother Luo must be sad at this time, Junior Sister Zhang, go and persuade him."
"What does he do? He's really used to being arrogant in the past few years, and he owes a lesson. It's business to congratulate you quickly." Zhang Xiaoqing shrugged and said this with a smile, only to see Wen Xuan He kept staring at her calmly, and the words couldn't help but stagnate.
"Alright, alright, you are a good senior brother who cares about your fellow sect." After a while, Zhang Xiaoqing sighed, turned around, and really chased in Luo Qingquan's direction, "I try my best to persuade him, but will he listen to me? Yes, I can't guarantee it."
"If you go to persuade him, he will definitely listen." Wen Xuan said with a smile, and then looked to the left again.
Jian Jian was naturally very happy to see him winning. He wanted to jump to his side early in the morning, but he had to settle down and deal with the photo talisman first. When he saved all the images left by the photo-taking talisman into a piece of jade slip, and thinking about it again, he saw that the soles of his feet were full of people, and there was almost no place to stand away from this branch. Step on the heads of these people and rush over.
Wen Xuan smiled dumbly, and decisively rose to ride the wind, came to his side flutteringly, and stepped on the same branch as him.
"Senior brother!" Jian Jian grabbed his arm at once, and laughed like a flower, "It's great, it's great!"
"It's just a fluke." Wen Xuan was still modest.
"It's just a fluke, this battle is really exciting!" There is just such a spot on the branch, Jian Jian stood very close to Wenxuan, almost leaning against Wenxuan's arms, "Senior brother, you are too powerful, I know, you really are so amazing!"
Wenxuan rubbed his head with a smile, and was about to say something when he heard someone whispering around.
"Who is this person?"
"A newcomer from the outer door. I don't know when he got on with Senior Brother Wen."
"It's so close..."
Jian Jian naturally also heard these words, and turned his head to make a provocative face, which immediately attracted more unfriendly eyes.
"Heh." He sneered, "At this time, Senior Brother, you are really welcome."
Wen Xuan felt that what he said was a little weird, but he didn't think about it much, just patted him on the head to save him from continuing to attract hatred, "Okay, since it's over, let's hurry up..."
Just as he was about to leave with Jian Jian, he suddenly stopped.
Crossing the crowded crowd in the mountains, he saw a figure in the distance. The man was sitting on a rock in a secluded place in the distance, just as Ning Yuanqi could see, and was looking at this side.
This person even came to watch the battle? Wen Xuan was slightly surprised. After all, based on what he knows about this person, this person should not be interested in this gambling fight, let alone come here in person to watch the game.
That was an elder in the Shuiyun Sect, surnamed Qi, Qi Jibai. This Elder Qi only had the cultivation of the Ning Yuan period, but he was also a figure that Wenxuan respected.
Wen Xuan glanced at the young man beside him again, if he understood something.
"Senior brother?" Jian Jian's eyes couldn't see that far, and he couldn't help but be puzzled.
Wen Xuan smiled and changed his words, "You stay here for a while, and I'll come when I go." After speaking, without waiting for the simple objection, he stood up and flew towards Qi Jibai.
"Master Qi." He greeted respectfully, "Why are you free today?"
"I just woke up a few days ago, and I have a little more time to spare." Qi Jibai looks white and clean, like a mortal son, but his robes are spotless, and his smile is also light and light, as if he is with something They were all separated by one floor, "I took over an errand from the headmaster."
Is it really to observe the simple? Wenxuan was excited for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "What do you think of Uncle Shi?"
Qi Jibai knew what he asked and shook his head, "All five elements."
Wen Xuan's expression couldn't help changing.
The five elements are complete, which is a simple spiritual root. A monk’s spiritual roots are generally the purer the better. After all, people’s energy is limited, and the more complex their spiritual roots are, the more they have to learn. In the end, they are often intertwined, making it difficult for people to see the path they should take. I don't know what to root for, and I ended up wasting my whole life here.
Although Wenxuan is also a cultivator of Ningyuan, he is not like Qi Jibai who has been immersed in this way for a long time, and he cannot see it so accurately at a glance. In the past, at most he knew that the simple spiritual root was not pure, but he did not expect it to be so mixed up.
"But," Qi Jibai changed his words, "he's a good seedling."
Wen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but ask, "How do you say this?"
Qi Jibai smiled softly and said, "There is more than one way to self-cultivation. There are mixed spiritual roots, and there are ways to walk with mixed spiritual roots. As long as you follow the right path, you will not be inferior to others."
This is not the theory of Shuiyunzong. Shuiyunzong puts water first, and cannot raise anyone who can say this.
"In contrast, xinxing, understanding, obsession, and even luck are more important in my opinion. But how many people in the sect can agree with my statement, I don't know." After speaking, Qi Jibai He got up again, glanced in the simple direction from afar, and couldn't help sighing, "I still lack a good disciple. It's a pity that a seedling like this probably doesn't like me."
"Uncle Master doesn't have to do this!" Wen Xuan said hurriedly.
Qi Jibai glanced at him with a smile, "You don't have to say such things against your heart. I just ask you, if the boy you are so optimistic about now falls into the hands of a crippled person like me, and makes medicine with me all day long, will you? Do you feel pity?"
In an instant, Wen Xuan was blocked so much that he couldn't utter a word.
Naturally, Qi Jibai didn't really wait for him to answer, he just waved his sleeves and left here in a rush.
Wenxuan stood there for a while longer, shook his head, and then went back to Jianzhan.
"Senior brother!" Jian Yi rushed over quickly, "What happened just now?"
"Go and meet the person who was sent to watch your performance." Wen Xuan asked him with a smile, "Do you know who it is?" After speaking, he reported the answer without waiting for the other person to answer, "It's the Dan Dingyuan. Uncle Qi."
"Senior Uncle Qi?" Jian Yi suddenly had a subtle look on his face.
"What? Have you heard of it?"
"Naturally heard, Qi Jibai of Danxinyuan..."
Wen Xuan tapped him on the forehead suddenly, "Now it belongs to our Shuiyun Sect."
With a cry of ouch, he immediately covered his forehead exaggeratedly, "Yes, yes, I was wrong, he has already left Danxin Garden, and now he belongs to our Shuiyun Sect."
Only then did Wenxuan show satisfaction, and he stretched out his hand to wrap Jian Yi in the escaping light.
Halfway through the flight, Wen Xuan glanced down again, just in time to see a group of people walking from outside the sect. One of them was Junior Brother Shi Bugui Shi, who was called to visit the Shanggu Cave Mansion a few days ago.
Are they all back
Wenxuan suddenly felt that the double happiness was coming, and he was overjoyed.
Now that the person who explored the ancient cave mansion has returned, is there any practice that he can practice
When he reached the boundary of the outer door, Wen Xuan put Jian Yi back in his hut, and turned around impatiently, ready to go back to find someone to ask questions.
"Senior brother." Jian Jian stopped him from behind, as if gossip was commonplace, and asked inadvertently, "Do you know what Elder Qi said when he left Danxin Garden?"
Wenxuan's departure could not help but stagnate for a while.
Of course he knew this. What Qi Jibai said that day was well-known and widely circulated in the cultivation world.
- "The sect has failed me, why should I not fail the sect?"