"Shi Jingzhi won't attend the martial arts conference?" Qu Duanyun's writing hand paused.
"The leader was ill at that time, so he asked his disciples to participate with..." Jin Lan felt ridiculous even as he said this.
According to the rules of the martial arts conference, unless there are special circumstances, the leader must attend in person. In order to show that this person also has the ability to preach and teach, he was given an extra place and allowed him to choose an outstanding disciple to accompany him. And this "outstanding disciple" will most likely be the candidate for the next headmaster.
In order to prevent small sects from randomly looking for opponents and asking some lone rangers to "fight on their behalf", the martial arts conference not only competes in martial arts, but also competes to subdue the crowd. With layers of rules intertwined, this can be called the most solemn ceremony in the entire martial arts world. It's ridiculous for the eldest disciple to just fight on his behalf, and the Kushan sect even brought his subordinates in.
But if you want to find faults, you can’t find faults.
Qu Duanyun learned the news from Yueshui Pavilion. Shi Jingzhi sat on a wooden chair all the way and ate soft porridge and medicinal soup three times. He looked really dying. According to the rules, Sect Leader Shi does not have to go on stage. Qu Duanyun thought hard, but couldn't think of any reason for Shi Jingzhi to pretend to be ill.
At that time, the master himself had excellent martial arts skills, but now his life is not long. If he and the eldest disciple went into battle, he would need to be more careful. Shi Jingzhi's tossing and tossing is no different than cutting off one's wrist.
Has he reached his limit
In the three hundred years since the great Yun Dynasty, there have been more than a dozen lustful sons. Most of them were consumed by desire and fell into madness before they were ten years old. Those lustful people want to kill themselves, and they want to use the help of to find . Queen Milan and Yan Budu survived the torture of desire and were among the rare people with "longevity".
Even so, Queen Milan committed suicide at the age of sixteen, and Yan Budu committed suicide at the age of nineteen. In the end, all their achievements fell short.
Jiang Youyue once said that if a son wants to inherit the world's essence, he is destined not to live past his thirties. Short life amplifies the desire for children, making the screening more effective, which is really a clever strategy.
Yuzi and Yuzi have different qualities. Shi Jing was nearly eighteen years old, and he was indeed at the end of his life. Jiang Youyue was not mistaken. When the death came, he still did not collapse and went crazy, and was still trying his best to find a way to survive. That cunning and lustful boy walked through dragon pools, tiger dens, mountains of swords and seas of fire, and he actually survived to this day.
Everything is developing according to Jiang Youyue's speculation, and the century-old cause is just short of the last step.
Does anyone in this world have a "destiny"
... No, even if there is destiny in this world, he is not willing to bow his head.
"Master?" Qu Duanyun was stunned here, while Jin Lan's legs were numb from standing there and she couldn't help but scream again.
Qu Duanyun lowered his head, and the ink on the tip of his pen had dried. He simply put down his pen and put on his usual smile: "What else is there?"
"I, I saw Senior Sister. Her appearance changed drastically, and she also did something to the Yangsha Sect. She may be mentally ill. The leader... Senior brother, now the leader Qi is no longer here. How about you make the decision? Bring her back."
"It's hard to disobey a master's order. I've only been in charge for a few months, and yet I disobeyed the master's orders when I came up. It's really unjustifiable."
Seeing Jin Lan dejected, Qu Duanyun smiled reassuringly.
"Senior sister is stubborn, but she is by no means brave. She must have her own ideas when she comes to the martial arts conference this time. If she does something righteous at the conference, I can invite her back."
Jin Lan then cheered up and said "Okay" with a smile.
"Not very good." At the corner of Wuming Town, Master Shi swallowed the last mouthful of hawthorn porridge. He kept looking through the stacks of papers with a depressed expression. The paper in his hand was dry and yellow, with fresh vegetable leaves stuck to it, which had been scraped from somewhere.
"What's not good?" Yin Ci put down a bowl of soup cruelly. The soup was bitter, and the head of the house leaned back when he drank it.
"The matter of Qu Duanyun."
Shi Jingzhi moved the wooden chair and tried to stay away from the bowl of medicine.
"Shen Zhu searched for his information and deeds. This is a bit... elusive."
The song breaks through the clouds and creates a great cause.
His father was an official in the court and had a reputation for being upright and honest. His mother is the daughter of Elder Taiheng, who is passionate and bright. The couple is very much in love and is a veritable couple of gods. For Qu Duanyun, the only son, he was not overly strict, nor was he pampered or doted on, and he was very precise about the severity.
Qu Duanyun had the best teacher since he was a child, and he was also very successful. Whether it was martial arts or studying, he didn't rely on his talent to fool around. Instead, he worked hard and never slacked off. Compared to the prince in the deep palace, Qu Duanyun was a bit more self-willed and he looked like a proud son of heaven.
Looking at the whole of Dayun, perhaps there is no more perfect court than this, and no one more fortunate than Qu Duanyun.
Ever since he was a child, Qu Duanyun seemed to have never done anything "evil", not even the unpleasant rumors. With both talent and perseverance, as well as good communication skills, Qu Duanyun has a smooth future.
The Yinxian Association is obsessed with winning over Jie, so they are blind and will let this seedling go.
"If he wants to be an official, he can just take the imperial examination. Maybe he can get the top prize. Now that he is with the Imperial Master, his future will be bright." Shi Jingzhi muttered, "If he doesn't want to be an official, he is also the head of Taiheng. , quite prestigious among the people. If Qu Duanyun continues to be ambitious, he can only kill my brother and become the emperor - but judging from what he has done along the way, he has no intention of hurting Dayun. "
The leader of the time has been struggling to survive for many years, and his desires are extremely humble. With Qu Duanyun's fortune so blazing, Shi Jingzhi really had no idea what kind of ambitions he could have.
Are you full and full
"Well, I'm not wrong anyway. As long as he doesn't go back on his word, our plan can go ahead. You and I are so unlucky, just guessing, at most we can do something like "the emperor uses gold" The smile of the carrying pole.
Shi Jingzhi said sourly.
"If I could trade with him, that would be..."
After not hearing the word "good" for a long time, Yin Ci turned around to look at Shi Jingzhi. Master Shi sighed with a complex expression: "It's not very good. If I become him, wouldn't I miss you Zi Zhu?"
Yin Ci snorted with half a smile.
"Zizhu?"
"Instead of talking sweetly here, it's better to drink the medicine first. This stuff is bitter when hot, and even more bitter when cold."
"Zizhu—"
"In the past, you even gnawed on carrion in order to survive." Yin Ci showed no mercy. "It's just a bowl of soup, stop howling."
"... It's easier to call and call." Master Shi held the medicine bowl and muttered. "Anyway, you brought me candy, and I smelled it as soon as you walked in."
Yin Ci raised his eyebrows, touched the piece of soft candy, and stuffed it into his mouth. Shi Jingzhi thought of his ruthless side, and the paws holding the bowl trembled, and the medicinal soup almost spilled. He was afraid that Yin Ci would do something like deceiving his teacher with sugar, so he hurriedly drank the medicinal soup.
Devil Yin couldn't help but laugh. He did not swallow the candy, but held it between his lips. Then Yin Ci leaned down and put the soft candy into Shi Jingzhi's mouth.
After drinking the sour and bitter concoction, Shi Jingzhi's face wrinkled up like a dried radish. He kissed his apprentice with a sweet taste for a long time before his facial features relaxed.
The town is quiet and quiet, but the town is bustling with people.
Wuming Town has no other special features, except that there were many opera troupes in the early years. The town stage was built and dismantled over time, and there were more carpenters and masons here than elsewhere. This time the Jinyu Gang heard the news and came to find a fighting ring as soon as possible. By the time the various sects arrived, the Jinyu Gang had even arranged four small stalls.
Su Si squatted on a nearby roof with his Nuo noodles. Yan Qing couldn't bear to reveal his ghost eyes, so he put on his mask tightly and squatted with him. At first glance, they look like two gray cats.
As soon as he wears the Nuo mask, everyone will know that he is a dry mountain warrior. Upright people came and went under the eaves, and most of the looks they cast were contemptuous.
He didn't suppress his voice and didn't mind at all that the two of them heard each other.
"How dare you come from the Kushan sect? Is he qualified to participate in the meeting?"
"No move, Yueshui Pavilion hasn't designated him as a demon sect yet. There are rules and regulations in everything, and all the evidence and evidence are there. We need to confront him face to face. It's a pity that the arrest warrant has been issued for so long. No one caught him, so he took advantage of it."
"I guess he jumped over the wall in a hurry. At that time, Jingzhi looked like he had been alive for a short time. He must have wanted to see the flesh more than anyone else. It was pitiful and pitiful. He only wanted to survive, and his brain was broken. With the reputation of the Kushan sect now, how could he convince the public? ?”
"You may not win even if you compete in martial arts, but you still have to convince the crowd. Hey, when the conference is over, the rule of 'no private fighting' will no longer matter. Leader Youqu is here, are you afraid that the Kushan sect will slip away again? "
"Speaking of the Taiheng Sect, have you heard of Shi Zhongyu..."
Seeing the two questions, Su Si turned to Shi Zhongyu and suddenly lost interest. He took a pack of roasted chicken, took a bite of the roasted chicken leg, and gave another to Yan Qing.
"I just bought it from Jinyu Gang. It smells good."
Su Si couldn't speak clearly.
"Be careful when you eat, and go to the incense burner after eating. Save yourself the chance to go back and let the master smell it. He can crush you alive with his momentum."
Yan Qing took the chicken leg solemnly and was especially careful when eating it.
There are many eyes here, and the Immortal Society is all-pervasive. Shi Jingzhi was afraid that his secret would be exposed, so he ate porridge for several days. The porridge contained lightly boiled minced meat, but it was nothing compared to the greasy meat. Yesterday, Su Si had itchy hands and roasted pork in the yard. The leader was furious, and a wave of momentum fell from the sky, accurately pressing on Su Si's head.
Su Shaojiao's hands trembled, and the freshly grilled meat skewers almost fell into the ashes. Before he could wait for the leader to get angry further, he grabbed both hands full of meat skewers and fled as fast as he could.
"After all, what kind of person is the leader... Yuzi? His desire for food and drink is a hundred times stronger than usual. If you do something like that, it is no different from torturing him."
Yan Qing has a good voice and a good temper.
"Thankfully, the time is right. If Senior Yin were here, you might not even be able to run away."
Along the way, Shi Jingzhi's performance was no different from Chang's. On the contrary, recently, he doesn't hide his desires very much in front of others, and his emotions and emotions are very intuitive. Maybe it’s because of the deep friendship with Senior Yin that he no longer suppresses his personality.
Yan Qing thought about it, with a hint of relief on his face.
"You also said that I am the young leader of the Demon Cult. You said that came to scare too much."
Su Si had no intention of feeling emotional - no matter what Yan Qing was happy about, he was definitely not happy enough. Thinking of Yin Ci's cold expression, Master Su Shao immediately trembled.
"Why, I can't run away. Shi Jingzhi's appearance is not from his customary surname Yin... Who do you think I am for? Those two people let you practice martial arts day and night. No matter how much you eat, it’s never enough.”
"Ah Si was good to me, I will always remember it in my heart."
Yan Qing sifted out the first half of the bad stuff by himself, scratched his head, and smiled a little shyly.
"Although martial arts training is hard, it is not the fault of the leader and Senior Yin. I am going to be on the stage after all. If I lose the election too soon, won't it ruin the reputation of the Kushan Sect? Besides, I have learned a lot during these days."
Su Si glared at Yan Qing with hatred. To this day, Master Su Shaojiao has not seen what reputation the Kushan Sect has left.
"You... Well, the competition will begin tomorrow. You should be careful. Everyone knows that you are a Karusan warrior, so you may not be able to hit the mark."
"Um!"
On the first day of the martial arts competition, Yueshui Pavilion still attended and watched.
This time, they did not wear red clothes or green coats, but were dressed neatly and elegantly. "Recording the martial arts event" is not as easy and stable as going to the Ghost Tomb. Yan Qing looked around for a long time, but couldn't find Shen Zhu among them, not even a sparrow.
Is the leader completely disconnected from Miss Shen
Maybe it was because of his own worries, but Yan Qing always felt that there was an undercurrent around him. Sect Leader Shi did not discuss the strategy in detail with Senior Yin and only asked him to concentrate on practicing martial arts. Even Su Si had discussed important matters with Master Shi alone. He was about to go on stage, but he still didn't know anything about it.
… never mind.
Yan Qing quickly thought to himself - the master and disciple were as strong as demons, and Ah Si was not considered a red-blooded warrior. At least for now, everything is safe. He has close friends by his side and a lot of skills, so he shouldn't expect too much.
The edge of the ring was very lively.
Some sedan chairs were parked at the far end, and some wealthy people who didn't know where they came from came to watch the fun. The tide was raging, and Xiangyinzi and Biluo had already been sold. Even closer, two doctors set up a stall and set up flags in advance, and even a lame fortune teller sneaked in, clamoring for the Jinyu Gang to place bets on his behalf.
In the area closest to the arena, the people were even more crowded and chaotic. He didn't dare to get too close to the ring, but he was also afraid that he couldn't see clearly from a distance. The people kept advancing and retreating like this, turning into a messy pot of porridge.
After all, the Jinyu Gang has seen the world. He separated the arena with a red rope, pulled up some wooden frames of different heights, and taught him to sit on them, so that he could see everything no matter how many people there were.
The arena was empty, and 's urgency gradually subsided. The disciples of the Jinyu Gang were like wolves and dogs in a flock of sheep, slowly gathering and tidying up, and even hired some hawkers selling melons, fruits and tea at every opportunity.
There are not many people sent by each party, so it is not difficult to arrange them. However, to everyone's surprise, there were three monks among the group.
Isn’t Jianchen Temple closed
However, the leader of the monk, Jiang Hu , can only be recognized for now - that is clearly the monk Zhixing who witnessed the evil deeds of the Kushan sect.
Monk Zhixing's face was slightly pale, and his blank expression did not match the fiery atmosphere at all. Behind him were two ascetic monks whose faces were covered by cloaks. They did not look like they were about to take the stage.
"Is it possible that Taiheng invited him to hostage the Rongshan Party on the spot at the end of the conference?"
"Hey, it's going to be exciting this time!"
No matter what asks , both knowing and doing should bow their heads and respond. When he was really stopped, he only said "Amitabha" without showing any anger. After all, Jianchen Temple was the largest temple in Dayun. Everyone did not dare to go too far, so they could only watch him sit on the throne.
Jianchen Temple will not participate, and the Demon Cult cannot be present. Although Taiheng did not win, he had a hint of dominance.
When the time came, the leader of the Jinyu Gang moved his fat body onto the stage and struck the big gong.
"Up - wooden bracelet - please - mirror -"
The fat man pinched his throat and shouted in a good tune, as if he was singing a big show.
Before he finished singing, the disciples from the Jinyu Gang came from the side of the ring. The two men were dressed in gold and silver, and were dressed like two auspicious beasts.
The crowd was in an uproar for a moment, and the buzz almost drowned out the Jinyu Gang Leader's voice. It is difficult for the Kushan Sect to gather in many places, even if Yan Qing is tall and powerful, he can stand on tiptoe to see.
Two disciples, one on the left and one on the right, were holding mahogany trays. There are nearly a hundred thin wooden bracelets placed on the tray on the left, which is slightly higher. There is a large bronze mirror on the tray on the right. The bronze mirror was polished and polished, and the mirror base was made of Muyan stone. The stone was densely engraved with talismans, which was similar to the Sword of Mercy.
Leader Jinyu padded his hands with fine silk, placed the bronze mirror in the middle of the ring, and placed a small incense burner. After bowing to the mirror, he turned around with a smile: "There are thirty-six sects participating in the meeting this time, and the rough record is seventy. This is the first grand meeting of the righteous path in our martial arts world. The old rule is to first consider the heart before arranging the battle. ”
Yan Qing saw it with great interest, and suddenly saw the unfamiliar rules, and quickly turned to Su Si: "Heart test?"
"Don't worry, you will know later." Su Si said casually, "Even if something happens to Senior Yin, you will be fine."
Yan Qing became even more curious, but Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi were not here. He didn't ask anything else, so he had to shut up and continue watching.
On the stage, the leader of the Jinyu Gang took a piece of silk and read the name on the silk in a cadence. As the one who attracted the most attention, Qu Duanyun ranked first.
"Taiheng Sect—Master Qu Duanyunqu—"
Qu Duanyun jumped up, riding on the wind gracefully and neatly, and landed directly in front of the bronze mirror. Taiheng's reputation was very high, and there was enthusiastic applause from the audience.
The leader of the Jinyu Gang seemed to have anticipated such a scene. He was not impatient and waited until the noise was over before continuing to shout.
"The bright mirror hangs high, and the evil spirits are dispersed. Master Qu, please!"
Qu Duanyun didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed the mirror and asked the mirror to take a clear look. The sword-shaped brows and starry eyes in the mirror are undoubtedly like Qu Duanyun. The fat gang leader glanced at it with his small eyes, and then bent: "Pass!"
Qu Duanyun bowed, took a wooden bracelet from the tray, and put it on his left hand. The wooden bracelet squirmed for a moment, and then it wrapped around his wrist without looseness or tightness, showing that it was also a magic weapon.
"Hiss." Su Si took a breath, "Qu Duanyun is still able to pass the heart test. Could it be that he used some sinister trick?"
Monk Yan Qingzhang was confused and could only remain silent as if he didn't understand.
Soldiers from each faction came on stage one by one and repeated what Qu Duanyun did. Next, I brushed off a few others - when those few came on stage, his face was not reflected in the mirror.
"You have evil intentions, you're going to fall!" The leader of the Jinyu Gang would always shout like this when seeing someone like this.
The Kushan Sect is a new sect and is quite low on the list. The fat gang leader shouted for most of the time before calling the Dry Mountain Sect.
"Kushan Sect—eldest disciple Yin Ci—"
There was no response from the audience.
The fat gang leader was not angry. He called Yin Ci's name three times in a leisurely manner. Seeing that Yin Ci couldn't come, he skipped to the next one.
"Kushan Sect—XiaYan Qing—"
The word "下" was pronounced as if cold water was poured into boiling oil, and the sound exploded into pieces. Different from when Tai Heng took the stage, this time spit was flying everywhere, and there was only ridicule and ridicule.
Fortunately, Yan Qing grew up with ghost eyes, and the insults from the villagers back then were even more vicious. He pretended not to have heard Zhengdao's few harsh words without hurting them. Yan Qing carried the Sword of Mercy on his back and walked towards the bronze mirror step by step, worried that the mirror would kick him off the stage first.
He carefully stretched out his hand and touched the stone platform of the bronze mirror.
As a result, as soon as his fingers touched the stone platform, the noise around him disappeared in an instant. Yan Qing turned around and looked around. The arena and stalls were all there, but they were all empty, with no trace of anything in sight. The bright blue sun disappeared together, and the sky turned gray. There was only darkness in the bronze mirror, with only his face in it.
An old, thin voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Yan Qing, do you know your guilt?"
Yan Qing looked confused: "...?"
He looked at the mirror inexplicably and didn't wait for the next sentence for a long time. His face was still reflected in the darkness, without any blur or distortion.
Yan Qing became increasingly confused and didn't know what to do. And in the next moment, the noise from all around returned like a tide. He seemed to be emerging from the bottom of the water, and the sounds of the world filled his ears again.
"Pass!" the leader of the Jinyu Gang said loudly.
Yan Qing didn't figure out the key until he put on the wooden bracelet. It might be the same as the Mercy Sword, with some kind of consciousness spell... That's all, as long as it doesn't lose .
Seeing Yan Qing walking to the stage with a stunned look on his face, Su Si smiled and his eyes were bent - his friend also broke into the Buddha's Heart Formation and took the Sword of Compassion. It would be a shame if he was taken down by the "Mirror of Inquiry".
Instead, he was more worried about Senior Yin who didn't look like a good guy.
Not long after Yan Qing stepped down, Yin Ci arrived late. His face was three points thicker than that of Yan Qing, and he remained calm amidst the scoldings. Contrary to Su Si's expectation, Yin Ci touched the mirror without hesitation, and his actions were quite decisive.
This time it was the leader of the Jinyu Gang's turn to be confused. He was stunned for a while, then hesitantly shouted "pass", his voice was slightly softer than before.
After hearing this result, most of the condemnation in the audience turned into shock.
"Forget about rain, can the great disciple of Kushan survive?"
"The Mirror of Inquiry asks about sins, and what is needed is a clear conscience... If, if your thoughts are abnormal, you can admit that you are not guilty."
"Perhaps it was Jingzhi who deceived him and picked innocent people to come to power."
…
And didn’t have a few words to discuss before his thoughts were absorbed by the next person—
"Yangsha Sect—Headmaster Shi Zhongyu Shi—"
"Pass!"
"Yangsha Sect—Big Disciple Ma Shili—"
"The intention is not right, fall!"
Shi Zhongyu was completely incapable of cursing Ma Shili. She turned her head and looked at Qu Duanyun not far away, her eyes as sharp as a sword. The latter looked back openly, showing no trace of guilt or flinching.
After dividing the wooden bracelets representing the qualifications, it was time for the platoon battle. In order to show justice, the leader of the Jinyu Gang specially called the monk Zhixing from Jianchen Temple to come on stage and draw the silk pieces one by one.
Not far away, Yin Ci pushed Shi Jingzhi, who was sitting on a wooden chair, near the ring. At this time, the qualifications have been determined, and several sects have retreated to watch the battle, leaving a lot of empty seats.
Most of the surrounding sects are qualified sects, so they will not be fair to the masters. But taking a closer look, Shi Jingzhi's condition was much worse than rumored. The temperature was obviously just right today, but Master Shi gritted his teeth and had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. From time to time, he would tug on his apprentice's sleeves, ask him to listen, and then mutter angrily.
If he knew what was being discussed, he would probably scold louder.
"Push me closer... Yes, yes, oh, I almost made a mistake just now. The distance is too far, so the spell doesn't work. Zi Zhu, are you sure you have changed every piece of silk?"
"You'd better concentrate on the technique, Zhixing is frozen. The little master is waiting for you, please hand over the suitable name quickly. I will bring back the air-conditioning bag later."
The Jinyu Gang has strict control over the silk pieces. They are as strong in martial arts as Yin Ci, and they also spend a lot of time on adjusting the packages. In order to control the platoon battles in the martial arts conference, he changed the silk pieces into raw materials. The demon silk must be controlled by Shi Jingzhi one by one.
"Senior Chen's spells are good, but a bit difficult to control..."
Shi Jingzhi muttered, and the kung fu in his sleeves did not stop. One detailed spell after another continued, and he couldn't stop sweating. Fortunately, the monk Zhixing had no expression on his face and deliberately slowed down his movements to cooperate. After all, the secret was not revealed.
Without a stick of incense, the battle schedule has been decided.
Qu Duanyun couldn't help but smile.
Even if God's will exists, it is on his side this time. The battle table in front of him was very exciting to Qu Duanyun—
Yin Ci and Shi Zhongyu were divided into another group. They had to fight first, and the winner could meet him in the decisive battle. Before that, all he had to do was eliminate those who were used by the Kushan Sect to make up the numbers.
Perfect to the extreme.