"Don't chase." Shi Jingzhi whispered.
He no longer held Yin Ci's wrist tightly, but moved his palm down, covering the back of Yin Ci's hand. The two were close to each other, and just one or two movements brought about a strong smell of blood.
Shi Jingzhi said nothing, raised his head and looked at Yin Ci with a smile on his face - the one who was cut so hard, Sect Leader Shi was probably the first one in the world.
Yin Ci calmed down and immediately realized the problem.
Facing this man, he seemed unable to remain as calm as before. All the calmness and rationality honed by time could not withstand the bloody aura that suddenly intensified. However, if there was a change, it would make him lose his composure.
At that moment, he undoubtedly activated the disaster-avoiding talisman.
Since it was modified from a cursed magical instrument, the design of the disaster-preventing talisman was quite simple. There was a weak hole in the demon's skin, so even if there was no internal force, it could be activated by poking it with a branch. Although Yin Ci had no internal force, he controlled the sword energy to perfection and it was impossible for him to make a mistake.
While the talisman was in operation, all wounds of the person being "protected from disaster" were transferred. At this moment, the bright red cut still remained on Shi Jingzhi's neck, and continued to bleed.
"… You knew already."
He had not made any mistakes, and Chen Qianfan's talisman could not be a defective one. So the only possibility left was that Shi Jingzhi had noticed the talisman and tampered with it in advance.
Shi Jingzhi did not answer directly. He touched the wound on his son's neck with a grimace and said, "This will leave a scar. The dress will have to be specially altered."
Yin Ci: “…”
Shi Jingzhi: "My clothes are all dirty. Zizhu, help me get the silver needle and silk thread. I need to sew up this wound."
Yin Ci finally sighed: "Jingzhi, I shouldn't have kept it from you."
Shi Jingzhi raised his head suddenly, tearing the wound, and groaned in pain for a long time. But this did not dilute the joy on Master Shi's face: "Say it again."
"I shouldn't have kept it from you. I'm sorry."
"That's not it." Shi Jingzhi covered his neck, "I know what you're thinking, and I don't blame you. Come on, call my name again."
Yin Ci's emotions were in a mess because of this person. On the one hand, he was angry at Shi Jingzhi for mistreating him, and on the other hand, he felt that he was being furious. This feeling was really a mixture of sweetness, sourness, bitterness and spiciness, extremely complex and subtle.
Now thinking back, this kid had hinted at him many times, but he still acted like an elder and never admitted it frankly.
"Call me again." Shi Jingzhi struck while the iron was hot.
This kid knows how to take advantage of the situation, I should have known that earlier. Yin Ci took out the silver needle silk from the medicine box and put some hot water and white wine on it: "Okay, let me do it."
Shi Jingzhi pretended not to see it.
"Respectfully." Yin Ci threaded the needle helplessly.
The head of the sect was very satisfied: "Well, you sew it. When you took my brocade bag, you still regarded me as a junior, right? This is really not worth mentioning. If you make a mistake, it will be like you are asking for repayment."
As he spoke, he slowly turned his cheek and rubbed Yin Ci's hand that was not holding the needle.
"I don't know what to say when I see you again. This is simply hard to explain, and I don't want you to get tired of me."
Yin Ci felt pained and laughed: "So you wanted me to make the first move?"
"Yes. But I don't want to joke with my life. I just bumped into the Changle Sect, so I just used it. This way my 'serious illness' can be credible, killing two birds with one stone."
The silk thread was soaked in anesthetic, so it didn't hurt to sew it. Shi Jingzhi even took advantage of the position to peck and kiss Yin Ci's forehead.
"I really didn't expect Zizhu to show such a panicked expression... It's my fault."
Unfortunately, the headmaster's tone was more satisfied than apologetic, and the smugness in his eyes could not be hidden. Yin Ci's words "Why don't you just say it" got stuck in his throat and were swallowed back. The scene of a hundred steps of anger and fifty steps of anger reappeared. He suspected that this kid had calculated in advance and accurately suppressed every bit of his anger.
... But if you want to completely control him, this kid is still too young.
Yin Ci resisted the urge to pull his ears, and his hands became lighter in sewing. Just when Jing Zhi couldn't relax any more, the devil Yin's eyes slanted and he cleared his throat.
"I will definitely discuss this with you next time."
Shi Jingzhi froze instantly, and he was a little dazed: "Next time?"
"Well, next time." Yin Ci washed the blood off his hands. "When I gave you this item, I really regarded you as a junior with a life as fragile as paper. Anyway, I can't die, so it's okay to block it for you."
Shi Jingzhi touched the wound on his neck and stared at Yin Ci in silence. Yin Ci took off the peace bag from his body and placed it solemnly in front of Shi Jingzhi.
"Now I am giving it to you again, not because I am an elder."
Yin Ci said in a deep voice, without a trace of embarrassment in his words.
"Shi Jingzhi, you are the person I cherish most, and I don't want to lose you. Please continue to carry this talisman."
Shi Jingzhi was caught off guard by this sentence, his eyes slightly reddened: "You..."
"Besides, this thing is rare. If used correctly, it can be used to attack the enemy by surprise." Yin Ci continued with a deliberately stern face. "It's a pity to give it up like this."
"… You can't even let me be moved at all!" Shi Jingzhi was annoyed.
But the disaster-proof talisman on his chest suddenly became lighter. From now on, it was no longer a set of "self-sacrificing" armor, but a secret weapon that they both knew.
Shi Jingzhi looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but kiss the other's brow again.
"I try not to use it. If I have to use it, I will definitely use it between you and me." He rested his forehead against Yin Ci's forehead, "Zi Zhu, I'm very happy that you are willing to tell me everything today. In return, I will also tell you a secret-"
Shi Jingzhi moved his lips and whispered something.
As Yin Ci kept talking, his face became more and more stiff, and the remaining guilt disappeared in the blink of an eye. Finally, Yin Ci leaned back, then stretched out his hand without hesitation, and pressed Master Shi against the back of the wooden chair with two fingers.
"Great, very great." Yin Ci's face was filled with gloom, "Master really has a plan for everything."
"This is the best way I can think of." Shi Jingzhi said sincerely, "I don't want to hide it from you, why don't we talk about it together."
Thinking about the plan just made, Yin Ci felt itchy again. However, Shi Jingzhi looked sincere, raised his eyes to look at his apprentice, and his face was full of "I know you love me".
Poor Yin Ci, he is immortal. If his body is more fragile, he will probably suffer internal injuries. With Shi Jingzhi's plan in mind, he really doesn't have a proper method.
"Forget it, it's really a bad idea." Yin Ci held it in for a long time, and finally uttered one sentence. "You are injured, so we can only have vegetable porridge tonight."
Shi Jingzhi froze on the wooden chair and almost sobbed.
"Zi Zhu—"
It was a pity that apart from the iron-hearted Demon Yin, no one heard the Sect Leader's cries.
The next time, the head of the Changle Sect, Xu, had already run away without a trace, and Yin Ci won without a fight. Qu Duanyun did not disappoint the audience and defeated Lin Zhen neatly. The two matches between Shi Zhongyu and Lin Xun, and Yan Qing and Taiheng Zhou Elder, were fiercer than anyone expected.
The battle between Shi Zhongyu and Lin Xun was scheduled for the hour of Wei. Although Shi Zhongyu had lost his sword, he still had the Green Lady Sword Technique and had been famous for a long time. His opponent was the unknown Nine Heavens Swordsman, and no one knew about Lin Xun. Even if he was a strange swordsman who used an unconventional approach, he was no match for Shi Zhongyu.
Shi Zhongyu finally changed her attire today. She took off her rough and ugly bandit outfit and put on a neat fine cloth outfit. She also tied her long hair neatly and even added an elegant pearl hairpin.
Everyone looked at the shadow of Shi Zhongyu, the former Green Lady Swordsman, and couldn't help but sigh. Shi Zhongyu looked straight ahead, stepped onto the stone platform neatly, and saluted Lin Xun.
Lin Xun returned the greeting expressionlessly. His face was dull and ordinary, and he held a long sword in his hand, with a pair of eyes that looked a little empty.
"Martial virtue is here, until the light comes." The leader of the Jinyu Gang shouted, "Get up!"
Shi Zhongyu took the lead, and the sword instantly emitted a green fire. Unfortunately, the material of her sword was ordinary, and it was already fragile under the burning of the green fire. Shi Zhongyu was not in a hurry, and a green light went straight to Lin Xun's face. Compared with the Green Female Sword that everyone had seen, this girl's sword style was a little less straightforward, but several times more stable.
Shi Zhongyu was a woman, light and agile. She moved lightly, like a shadow, around Lin Xun, sometimes close and sometimes far away from her sword. The green light was like a giant snake, constantly moving around Lin Xun. A burst of exclamations rolled through the crowd—
This move is very difficult to deal with. No matter if you are short-sighted or skilled, if you misjudge the distance, you will definitely be caught by Shi Zhongyu and fall into disadvantage. Shi Zhongyu's style has always been gentle and he knows how to proceed step by step. This time, he went straight to the point and used a fierce move right from the start.
People looked at each other, and no one knew what had happened to "Senior Sister Taiheng".
Lin Xun did not flinch. He stood there woodenly, then suddenly raised his sword, and sword flowers rose and fell around him. The sword flowers rolled around, and there was only a continuous crisp sound of ding-dong-dang. He actually took on Shi Zhongyu's "Green Snake Training".
Shi Zhongyu did not show any surprise. She dodged Lin Xun's complicated sword moves, twisted her body, and backhandedly poked Lin Xun's sword-holding wrist.
Her sword was roasted by the green fire, which brought up a lot of hot steel slag. The steel slag splashed with her sword intent, becoming an excellent interference weapon. Lin Xun's arm immediately had dozens of shallow wounds. His attention was distracted, and the sword path was immediately disturbed and scattered.
However, Lin Xun's face still showed no expression. He simply gave up defense and fought with Shi Zhongyu in close combat. Suddenly, fire and sword shadows flew together, and countless sword energy whipped towards the stone platform like whips, making crackling sounds.
Lin Xun was tall and thin, but he seemed to weigh nothing. He and Shi Zhongyu were like two intertwined gusts of wind, and gradually even their shadows could not be seen clearly. For a moment, the audience cheered like thunder, and only Yin Ci frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.
The two winds rolled over the huge arena several times, and finally slowed down, allowing people to see the movements clearly again. Shi Zhongyu panted slightly, and there were many gaps on the sword, and the green fire was blazing, and there was no sign of it being extinguished. Lin Xun still had a calm face, but his moves became more and more open and closed, with a feeling of hurting himself eight hundred and hurting the enemy a thousand.
The man seemed tireless, and became more courageous as the fight went on. Shi Zhongyu fought and retreated, trying to conserve his energy in the torrential attacks. Unfortunately, the opponent had no idea what the rhythm of the battle was, and attacked with all his might. Shi Zhongyu was forced into a corner where his vision was unclear, and seeing that he had no way to retreat, the two men's fierce fight quickened again.
This place is far away from the crowd watching the battle, and the position is relatively fixed. Shi Zhongyu has the opportunity to observe this opponent—
There is a fraud.
Lin Xun's movements were strange, unlike the common movements in the martial arts world. They were moving very fast, but this person's breathing was not disordered, as steady as wood or stone. When he turned to face the light, she could see a little jade-like green in his eyes.
She knew that the Yinxian Road would not sit idly by. The bullshit Nine Heavens Road was just a stepping stone to interfere with the big road.
As if he had noticed her thoughts, Lin Xun's face finally showed an expression—the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a stiff and somewhat creepy smile.
That smile was like flying catkins in spring, coming fast and dispersing fast. Shi Zhongyu's sword broke into a small piece, and just as she was about to withdraw and change her position, Lin Xun suddenly rushed forward and hit her broken sword that was burning with green fire.
"Why!!!"
There was a loud scream from the audience.
On the stage, Lin Xun's movements were completely frozen, as if someone had pressed acupuncture points all over his body. A dark red color gradually seeped out from his back, and the red color slowly expanded, eventually soaking Lin Xun's back.
The next moment, Lin Xun fell to the ground like a tattered sack, his long, dim eyes still open. His long sword fell to the ground with a clang, and slid two or three steps away.
After Lin Xun fell, the shorter Shi Zhongyu appeared. This time, the expressionless person became Shi Zhongyu—she was holding a sword that was only half burned, and her face showed no fear or regret.
Monk Zhixing, who was sitting on the throne, saw this scene and could not help but put his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. The two ascetic monks beside him did not move, both bowed their heads and said nothing. Not far from the stage, the two doctors who set up the stall wanted to get closer, but were stopped by Shi Zhongyu's gesture.
"No need to save him, he's dead." She said calmly.
The people in the martial arts world were talking about it. Jin Lan, who knew Shi Zhongyu well, was extremely shocked. It was not unprecedented for a person to forget himself in a battle and seriously injure or kill his opponent. But Shi Zhongyu looked like he didn't have any regrets, let alone any guilt.
In the Golden Mist, Shi Zhongyu was almost like the soul of Tai Heng, and she definitely didn't behave like this. Could it be that she was possessed by someone, or was she under a spell
Who would have thought that Shi Zhongyu didn't even look at him, but just stared at Qu Duanyun who was sitting on the other side.
"You killed someone, you're out!" The leader of the Jinyu Gang wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, his voice trembling. "You must keep a close watch on him, and send him to the authorities later!"
Shi Zhongyu did not say a word to defend herself. She just turned her head and looked around, as if she wanted to take everything in. Then she bowed to Lin Zhen in the audience, without any intention of escaping.
Even after Shi Zhongyu was taken away by Tai Heng and the blood was cleaned up, the buzzing sound from the audience still did not dissipate. Yin Ci looked at Shi Jingzhi - Shi Jingzhi lowered his head slightly, his face still calm.
However, there are many people who are eyeing the Kushan Sect.
"It happened suddenly, but your expression remained unchanged. No wonder she spoke for you. The evil demon Kushan had seduced her with his evil magic!"
The next person to take the stage was Elder Zhou of Taiheng. Before the fat gang leader could shout "stand up", he shouted at Yan Qing in a stern voice.
Yan Qing wore a Nuo mask and remained silent.
"Even the servants are wearing masks, and they are just doing some weird tricks. It's useless to cover your face. The victims are here. You can't get away this time."
Elder Zhou's white beard was so angry that he was about to explode, but from his tone, it seemed that he was really worried about Shi Zhongyu. Yan Qing did not throw away the sword this time. He stood there with the sword in hand and remained silent.
The fat gang leader's sweat soaked through his silk handkerchief, and he took advantage of the opportunity to say, "Get up!"
Looking at the current situation, shouting about martial virtues is probably of no use.
As expected, Elder Zhou shouted loudly and rushed towards Yan Qing instantly. This person was highly respected in Taiheng, and his Fenghui Palm Technique was perfect, which made people intimidated. If Elder Zhou was not old and weak, and his strength was not as good as that of the young man, he could even fight with Qu Duanyun.
In front of such a senior, Yan Qing did not take it lightly - if he threw away his sword this time, he might not be able to kick the other party. If he lost his weapon, the situation would be out of control.
Yan Qing carefully adjusted his position, but unfortunately, facing a master like Elder Zhou, the Nuo mask was really a hindrance. In order to cover the ghost eyes, the holes in the Nuo mask were not too big, and his field of vision was really too small.
Elder Zhou was experienced and saw through the flaws of the Nuo Mask at a glance. He specifically targeted the blind spot of Yan Qing's gaze, and used his Peak Return Palm with full force, making a series of air-breaking sounds. Yan Qing was caught in a dilemma and could only defend himself with the Compassion Sword. Even so, Elder Zhou's palm technique still had the ability to hit the target from a distance.
The Mercy Sword is not a Shadow Sword, and it cannot block the internal force. The internal force like a huge wave vibrated through the sword body, and Yan Qing couldn't even hold the hilt firmly.
There were few cheers from the audience.
The audience was still immersed in the shock of Tai Heng Shi Zhongyu killing people in public. Besides, there was no suspense in this competition. Although the Flesh Rebellion shook the martial arts world, the people of Kushan Sect were able to beat eight people. The famous and upright sect had already lost enough face.
The current situation is there. It is said that the Mercy Sword cannot cover Yan Qing's entire body. Even if he takes a turtle shell to the stage, Elder Zhou can still use his internal force to injure him. Unless he can reverse the situation and break this deadlock - but how can a person who has thrown away swords all the way have the power to break the deadlock
"Little thief, take my palm!" Seeing Yan Qing's awkward defense, Elder Zhou was not satisfied with the fight and started to use more fierce palm techniques.
This palm strike was so powerful that even the surrounding air created a wave of energy. Yan Qing thrust the sword into the stone platform, thus stabilizing his body and not being blown away by the palm strike.
Yan Qing gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and spat out a small mouthful of blood.
Elder Zhou is not an ordinary master. His momentum is overwhelming, and each palm is more powerful than the last. He can only block a move in a very short time. His strength is similar to that of Lingjiao's Chai Xin, but when he fought against Chai Xin, he had Yan Zheng by his side to help him. Chai Xin was also confident of victory, so he didn't take it lightly.
However, Elder Zhou was far from taking the enemy lightly. The old man was furious and looked at him with such eagerness that he wished he could stuff him into a garlic mortar and smash him to pieces. He would never take the enemy lightly.
"Why don't you throw your sword?" Seeing Yan Qing still didn't make a move, Elder Zhou said angrily. "You can't even face him head-on. How cowardly!"
"never mind."
Yan Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and finally spoke.
"Senior, you have profound skills. If I don't respond with all my strength, it would be the same as neglect."
“That’s not even close…” Elder Zhou said half of his sentence and stood there on the stage in a daze.
With a light "click" sound, Yan Qing's wooden Nuo mask fell to the ground. The afternoon sun was at its brightest, and under the bright light, Yan Qing's ghost eyes were like burning charcoal, red and dazzling.
The audience suddenly fell silent.
Jin Lan was shocked, and he subconsciously called out "Yan Qing", but then he realized something was wrong and hurriedly covered his mouth. Unfortunately, it was too late - others didn't understand, but Elder Zhou knew it clearly.
"A blind servant of my sect died in a ghost tomb. That person was also called Yan Qing." Elder Zhou spoke in a very low voice, emphasizing each word. "I originally thought that they had the same name and surname, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect... the bloodline of the Yan family dared to hide in my Taiheng!"
Then he put his hands away and said loudly: "You are lucky today. Boss, this person is not qualified to stand on the stage, take him away quickly!"
Yan Qing stood with a sword in hand, staring at Elder Zhou with a pair of ghostly eyes, which were full of calmness. He did not move a step when Elder Zhou spoke, but instead showed a little smile.
Could the situation be any weirder? The fat gang leader was sweating profusely, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
"This this… "
Elder Zhou: "What?"
"As for qualifications, the martial arts world only has two conditions: 'famous and upright sect' and 'passing the Guilt Mirror'. The Kushan Sect has not been convicted, so it is still considered a famous and upright sect, and this person has also passed the Guilt Mirror... Even if he is of the devil's bloodline, just looking at the rules..."
The leader of the Jinyu Gang swallowed his saliva.
"Just looking at the rules, this person is indeed qualified."
The situation was so bizarre that there was an uproar in the audience.
The martial arts grand event is not held every year, but in the past hundred years, no descendant of the Yan family has ever stepped onto the stone platform - this grand event must consider "convincing the public". Just looking at the pair of ghost eyes, it is not enough to convince the public and cause public anger. This grand event happened to be led by Tai Heng. Did this person reveal his identity in public like this because he thought his life was too long
As the focus of the moment, Yan Qing remained calm.
He didn't even glance at the people in the audience, nor did he respond to any exclamations or insults.
"Senior, can you and I continue?"