Yingtianchuan is located at the point where the East China Sea of Kyushu enters the sea.
Xiejian Island is the first stop that visitors must pass through when they come to Yingtianchuan. As the name suggests, anyone who wants to go to the island needs to disarm the sword and surrender, so as not to let the swordsman's sharp energy hurt the spiritual aura that Ying Tianchuan has nurtured for thousands of years.
However, there will always be exceptions.
The five-yearly Tianbang Big Competition has been held. During this period, the cultivators participating in the Big Competition can pass through Jiandao without fighting. The so-called Heavenly Ranking Competition is specially designed for Daoist disciples. If there are young disciples who can emerge in the Heavenly Ranking Competition, even if they cannot win the top spot, they will be able to become famous and famous all over the world.
The rules of the four gates are strict, and it is not possible to gamble and fight cards, but those disciples will always secretly open gambling games, using spirit stones as gambling funds, betting on who will win each ranking.
In fact, there is almost no suspense in the top three. Qu Chi, who has topped the list for two consecutive times, is still the favorite to win the championship this time, and the number of people is comparable to that of Xu Xingzhi. The odds for these three are about the same, only going up and down by a small amount, not a big difference.
It was the fourth, fifth, and sixth places that made everyone gamble in full swing.
Ying Tianchuan has a rising star named Cheng Ding, who is good at using flower spears. He has first-class spear skills and extremely high talent. The voice has already overshadowed Zhou Beinan, and even has the potential to push Zhou Xian's status.
While everyone was discussing Cheng Ding's ranking in full swing, this arrogant man was on the martial arts field allocated to the disciples, pressing the head of the person in front of him with the handle of the spear: "I said get out. Listen. do not know?"
After a few years, Jiuzhideng has grown into a tall and clear young man, with a figure like a piano, bones like strings, and a sharpness like a snow-wiping bayonet inside and outside.
Nine Lanterns said, "Please put the gun away."
Cheng Ding was quite amused: "Who are you talking to? Let me ask you, who are you?"
Nine lanterns: "Fengling nine lanterns."
"Yes, you still know who you are, then you should be clear that this place shouldn't be here." Cheng Ding sneered, "How can this martial arts field be used by juniors like you? Get out!"
Just as Jiuzhideng was about to defend himself, he was pressed down by a huge force. His masseter muscles tightened, and his back was stiffly straightened, and he was not forced to bend down.
Cheng Ding tightened his wrist: "I don't like that you are taller than me."
Jiuzhideng clenched his fists tightly and turned his eyes slightly.
There were many disciples watching, but no one was willing to come forward to help him speak the first half of the sentence, and many of them were even disciples of Fengling Mountain.
He bit the tip of his tongue, barely holding the strange force alone, without drawing his sword or fighting back, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, his knees refused to bend even a single bend.
He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "...I am from Fengling Mountain, I don't have to bow my head to anyone."
At this moment, Meng Chongguang was dozing off by the side of the field holding the sword. Because men and women were trained in different martial arts venues, several women from different factions could only get together, look at each other from a distance, and point at his face with red cheeks.
The adult Meng Chongguang is lying there alone, and there is a natural picture of a misty and rainy beauty. The hands, lips, ear beads, neck, and ankles are all extremely beautiful, which provokes reverie.
Hearing two people nearby talking about the lively scene there, Meng Chongguang opened his sleepy eyes, woke up for a while, and yawned to the crowd.
Seeing that there were nine lanterns surrounded, Meng Chongguang lost interest and was about to turn around when he heard Cheng Ding sarcastically: "Who taught you this, is it that Xu Xingzhi?"
Meng Chongguang's expression froze, and he stopped and stopped moving forward.
Cheng Ding smiled and said: "Excellent, a little gangster who competes with dogs for food, is favored by Qingjingjun, the pheasant has turned into a phoenix, no wonder he can relate to people like you..."
Hearing him mention Xu Xingzhi, all the disciples of Lingshan Mountain who were still watching the excitement all changed their expressions.
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Ding was kicked in the back by a foot in the crowd. He didn't notice and fell forward. At the same time, the sword from Jiuzhideng's waist came out with a straight hilt. It slammed into Cheng Ding's stomach.
Cheng Ding was in pain, knelt on the ground, raised his eyes in embarrassment: "Who is it?"
Before he finished speaking, a towel for wiping sweat flew out and threw it on Cheng Ding's face. Cheng Ding wanted to wave it away, but the towel seemed to be stained with some kind of plant juice. down.
Just as Cheng Ding was struggling, he received several punches on the back, obviously not from the same person.
After taking a few secret losses, Cheng Ding finally became angry. He touched the flower spear and swung it out in a circle. The people who made the black hand realized that it was not good and retreated. Meng Zhongguang, who had no time to retreat, was caught by the spear wind. Sweeping to the ground, the neck was also slashed by the afterglow of the spear point.
He coughed a few times, panted weakly, his eyes were red, and he looked dazed like a little puppy who was bullied but didn't know how to respond.
Jiuzhideng, however, no longer wanted to fight with him, and drew his sword into the sheath: "Just now you insulted my senior brother, and I returned you a blow, which is considered to be even. If you dare to slander again, I will fight to the death."
His tone was cold, but it angered Cheng Ding even more. When he turned to the extreme, Cheng Ding suddenly shot, a stick hit the back of the knee of Jiuzhideng, and then held the gun in both hands, and a purple-red haze came out, the tip of the gun was wrapped With a faint golden streamer, he went straight to the shoulder of the nine branches of the lantern!
Before the exclamations of the onlookers could come out, they heard a sharp sound, and the sparkling fire burst out.
Xu Xingzhi held a fan with one hand and used the fan to block the castration of Cheng Ding's spear tip, with a smile on his lips: "... Ying Tianchuan Cheng Ding?"
Cheng Ding refused to put away the gun and stared at Xu Xingzhi: "Are you Xu Xingzhi?"
"Yes." Xu Xingzhi happily reported to his family, "Xu Xingzhi, the little gangster."
He said that the person behind his back was not, but he was caught by the person involved. Even though he was as arrogant as Cheng Ding, he still couldn't help showing a moment of guilt.
Fortunately, he believes that he was born in a family of cultivators for generations, and he has contacts with Zhou Beinan on weekdays, so he does not take Xu Xingzhi, who is as famous as Zhou Beinan, in his eyes: "I'm right. You are right. If I can sincerely worship you, I will apologize to you."
Xu Xingzhi said succinctly: "This matter has nothing to do with me, you have to apologize to my two junior brothers."
Cheng Ding didn't take Meng Chongguang who fell to the ground in his eyes at all. He pointed at Jiuzhideng in disbelief: "He? It's just a..."
Xu Xingzhi interrupted the insult he was about to say: "Don't you dare?"
Cheng Ding's youthful spirit, how could he withstand the agitation, he responded with an impulse: "Who said I dare not? Let the horse come over!"
Xu Xingyi nodded, put the folding fan in his hand, and Cheng Ding fought with a gun, eager to learn how amazing this weapon called "Xianbi" is.
Who would have thought that a scorching white mist would suddenly rise in front of him, and it didn't take a moment for Cheng Ding's eyes to be in unbearable pain, and tears would not stop.
He reluctantly shouted: "What is this? What is it?!"
"... This is called lime powder." Xu Xingzhi stood with folded arms, and said shamelessly, "This is how gangsters fight in the street. Your family has never taught you, so I will teach you a lesson. I won't charge you. "
After he finished speaking, he looked around, and in a corner not far away, he saw a young Ying Tianchuan disciple with a broom and a blank expression: "If you are tired, ask, where is the Yingtianchuan Precept Hall?"
The little disciple was flattered, put down his broom, bowed his body and stammered nervously: "This disciple would like to lead Senior Brother Xu to..."
While Xu Xingzhi reached out and grabbed the back collar of Cheng Ding, he turned the "Xianbi" into a long rope, and quickly tied Cheng Ding: "I am tired. What's your name?"
The little disciple's cheeks flushed with excitement: "The disciple's name is Ye Fuyi, I admire... I have admired Senior Brother Xu for a long time..."
Having said this, he noticed who Xu Xingzhi was holding in his hand, and finally realized that he had lost his way, and immediately covered his mouth, his voice lowered.
How could Cheng Ding take care of this? When he recovered from a sullen face, he found himself bound tightly. This ending made him furious: "Let me go!!"
Xu Xingzhi took the extra rope in his hand and pulled it unceremoniously: "Don't make a mess. This is called a pig's trotter buckle. It is used for tying pigs. Even pigs can't run away, so don't even think about it."
He pulled Cheng Ding over, pulled Meng Chongguang up from the ground, and continued to say to Cheng Ding: "...by the way, let me teach you a folk proverb, madness is not good for people, and dogs are mad with bricks. Remember this sentence, it will help you in the future. benefit."
Ying Tianchuan Precepts Hall.
Cheng Ding, who was still unconvinced just now, couldn't hide his pride, but Xu Xingzhi, who escorted him here, was surprised: "Jun Rongchang, what do you mean?"
Rongchangjun is the master of Yingtianchuan Precepts Hall, he said with a cold face, "How can you say it is a fight and trouble when the disciples are discussing? Xu Xingzhi, you are not the first time to participate in the Tianbang competition, how can you even have this rule? do not know?"
Xu Xingzhi raised his bar and said: "Shu, the disciple really doesn't understand. The disciple just wants to ask, is it allowed to use a real knife and a real gun during the discussion? He wounded my junior brother with a real gun and insulted my other junior brother's reputation. I need to get Get an explanation for them."
Rongchang Jun counted the beads in his hand: "It is better to have more things than less things, the ratio of the heavenly list, the complexity of affairs, how can you be disturbed by these details. Cheng Ding, you go back and think about it for two days now, and then you will be with those two people who are in your hands. The injured disciple should apologize."
Cheng Ding answered yes, got up and left, and before leaving, he did not forget to smack Xu Xing in a proud and resentful eye.
Watching Cheng Ding leave, Xu Xingzhi pursed his lips and smiled, and raised his head to face Rongchang-Jun: "Rongchang-Jun, as far as I know, during the period of the Heavenly List, picking quarrels and provoking trouble, according to your so-called rules, is to cancel the Heavenly List. The qualifications for comparison. In the eyes of Rongchang-Jun, the things that so many disciples have seen with their own eyes can't be counted?"
Rongchangjun said, "It's just a young man who acted out of loyalty, why can't he be forgiven?"
Xu Xingzhi looked at him: "... Let's put it bluntly, because he is Ying Tianchuan's election favorite this year, you don't plan to care about it, right?"
Rongchangjun widened his eyes: "What is your attitude? Roaring Discipline Hall, do you know what the crime should be?"
Xu Xingzhi was too lazy to tell the story with him, casually bowed, and strode out of the precepts hall, so angry that Rongchang-jun turned blue, he just kept shouting "nonsense".
Xu Xingzhi walked out of the Hall of Precepts, and the nine lanterns standing outside greeted him: "Senior brother, are they embarrassing you?"
Xu Xingzhi asked back, "How did you know I would be embarrassed?"
Jiuzhideng looked as usual, and replied: "I have seen too many such things. As far as Simen is concerned, I am an outlier, why should they punish a disciple who is in full swing for me?"
Xu Xingzhi said nothing.
He turned his eyes and found that Meng Chongguang was sitting under the stone lion outside the hall, his head drooping, his neck covered, and he was trembling with grievance.
Xu Xingzhi walked over: "Chongguang, ask senior brother to take a look at the wound."
Meng Chongguang clutched his neck and refused to let go, tears flashing in his eyes: "...Senior brother, it hurts..."
"Squeamish." Xu Xingzhi said so, but after forcibly pulling his palm away, when he saw the wound, his expression changed immediately, "Didn't you use medicine, why can't you stop the bleeding?"
"Chongguang doesn't know..." Meng Chongguang stuck close to him, wrapping his arms around Xu Xingzhi, "...it needs a kiss from a senior brother."
Jiuzhideng looked disgusted and turned his face to one side, not wanting to see Meng Chongguang's arrogance.
But this time Xu Xingzhi did not meet Meng Chongguang's request.
He pushed Meng Chongguang away: "Xiao Deng, take care of Chongguang's injury, I will go back when I go."
Unexpectedly, Meng Chongguang would be rejected, and his color changed suddenly: "Where are you going, senior brother? I'm going too..."
If someone else learned to act like Meng Chongguang, they would definitely not bear to look directly at him, but Meng Chongguang had performed such a coquettish and coquettish demeanor into his bones. Touch him more.
Xu Xingzhi's heart softened a little, rubbed his hair, and said kindly, "You'd better not watch what senior brother wants to do."
When he was about to leave, he bumped into a face-to-face with Zhou Beinan, who had arrived after hearing the news.
Zhou Beinan asked him, "I heard that Cheng Ding caused trouble?"
Xu Xingzhi: "You heard it quite late."
Zhou Beinan saw that Xu Xingzhi was infuriated, and he also took away the rudeness he used to quarrel with him in the past: "How about the punishment?"
Xu Xingzhi said: "You ask yourself. Don't block me."
After that, he brushed away Zhou Beinan's hand and strode away.
Zhou Beinan looked up and saw Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng. He knew in his heart how precious Xu Xingzhi was to his two junior brothers. He was speechless for a while, so he could only break the etiquette and bowed to them. Only then did he lift his steps and enter the Hall of Discipline.
Hearing Rongchangjun talk about the cause and effect of the incident, Zhou Beinan couldn't help crying and laughing: "You only fined Cheng Ding to think about it behind closed doors for two days?"
Rongchangjun was inexplicable: "So what? Could it be that the nine lanterns went to the top and couldn't enter the competition? Besides, Xu Xingzhi has taught him a lesson."
Zhou Beinan: "...Xu Xingzhi is a man who must retaliate. He just started to teach Cheng Ding to take advantage of the situation to retaliate. Otherwise, would Cheng Ding be able to stand in the Hall of Discipline just now?"
Rongchangjun didn't believe Zhou Beinan's words: "How can he be? No matter how mad he is, can he still run and kill Cheng Ding?"
Zhou Beinan was about to say something when he heard a commotion outside.
Cheng Ding broke into the hall in ragged clothes, the flower gun had been lost, and his face was pale. He covered his head and face with his sleeves, and bowed before Rongchang Jun: "Please, ask Rongchang Jun to be the master of his disciples! Xu Xingzhi... That Fengling Xu Xingzhi..."
When Rongchang Jun saw him being so out of shape, he was annoyed and shocked: "Why are you so panicked? Where did you come from? It's almost ashamed of our Ying Tianchuan! Put down your sleeves and explain the ins and outs of the matter!"
Cheng Ding put down his sleeves tremblingly, only to see that his long black hair, which had been pulled well, was shaved so that only stubble stubble remained.
"He caught up from behind and shaved the disciple's hair without any reason..." Cheng Ding's voice was already crying, "This disciple has never seen such a shameless person..."
Zhou Beinan couldn't help laughing until his whole body twitched.
"Open your eyes, kid." Xu Xingzhi stepped into the Hall of Discipline, turned the swaying silver razor in his hand back into a folding fan, held it in his hand, and knelt down and said, "This matter was done by the disciple alone, Willing to be punished."
Rongchang Jun was so angry that his beard trembled: "You, how dare you... Now you are on the top of the list! You are making waves like this..."
Xu Xingzhi said: "This matter was done by me as a young man in a moment of righteousness, why can't I forgive it?"
Rongchang-jun was speechless, and slapped the futon a few times: "Absurd! Absurd!... Beinan, hurry up and invite Qingjingjun and Guangfujun to come and teach them to take a look at what they have taught from Fengling Mountain. apprentice!"