Xu Xingzhi's behavior yesterday caused quite a shock to Cheng Ding. After taking the stage, Xu Xingzhi just smiled brilliantly from Cheng Ding, and the silver spear in Cheng Ding's hand shook three times obviously.
Seeing this, Zhou Beinan had an idea in his heart: "... Cheng Ding may be finished. I bet him under Xu Xingzhi's hands for fifteen rounds."
Wen Xuechen also said, "Fifteen rounds."
As he said that, he stretched out his palm flatly and collided with Zhou Beinan's fist, indicating that he agreed with the other party's judgment.
Qu Chi raised an objection: "...I don't think so. At least fifty rounds."
Zhou Xian also agreed with Qu Chi's opinion: "You don't know what kind of person Xu Senior Brother is. How could he easily let Cheng Ding lose because of his arrogant personality."
After this reminder, Zhou Beinan suddenly realized: "... son of a bitch. I should have suggested shaving him bald yesterday."
Xu Xingzhi's dangerous and malicious intentions became obvious after the game officially started.
- He didn't convert the "idle brush" into any kind of weapon, he just waved his fan slowly and made a polite "please" gesture to Cheng Ding.
Cheng Ding only held hands together, and the four on the sidelines knew that there was no suspense in this match.
Cheng Ding should be eager to win, but when facing Xu Xing, his first hand gesture was defensive.
Obviously, Xu Xingzhi's actions yesterday left an incomparably deep shadow on him.
Zhou Xian was not interested in the one-sided cat-and-mouse game, and simply looked around.
As soon as she swept away, she found that among the uniform short-haired team in Fengling Mountain, there was a person with a long body and a slender body like the night. The back of the team is still very eye-catching.
Zhou Xian was curious, leaned down and said to Wen Xuechen, "There's still one person in Fengling Mountain who hasn't shaved his hair."
Zhou Beinan followed his sister's gaze and locked on the man without any effort.
After seeing the man's face clearly, Zhou Beinan was silent, and Quan Dang didn't recognize him.
Qu Chi shook his head and said, "...I'm not familiar with the disciples of Fengling Mountain. But looking at his uniform, he should be an intermediate disciple of Fengling Mountain, on the same level as Jiuzhideng and Meng Zhongguang."
Wen Xuechen also looked at the maverick male disciple, and replied after a moment of silence, "I don't know."
Zhou Xian knew Wen Xuechen, and after hearing the tone of his voice, he said with certainty, "...you definitely know him."
She leaned down and touched Wen Xuechen with her arm, "Tell me about it."
Wen Xuechen's cold white face turned red, and she said coldly, "...You're too close."
Zhou Xian is not a first-class beauty, but she has a pair of dark eyes that are heavy and bright, and a pair of pear eddies when she smiles, which makes people feel better even if they look at them.
Holding her knees, she smiled and said to Wen Xuechen, "Get closer so that I can hear you clearly."
Qu Chi: "...cough cough cough cough."
Zhou Bei Nan Hang Er Lang said: "Why do you need to be so close, I can hear someone's heart beating out when I stand here. Xue Chen, do you want medicine? Be careful of your heart disease."
Wen Xuechen pursed his blood-filled lips tightly, forcibly turned his eyes away from Zhou Xian's face, and said steadily, "I don't know the identity of that person, but I saw him arguing with Xu Xing once."
"Why, did he have any disputes with Senior Brother Xu to celebrate the festival?" Zhou Xian was curious, "Senior Brother Xu has a good temper, how could he..."
"He seems to be called Xu Pingsheng, or Xu Hesheng, I can't remember." Wen Xuechen said, "I heard that during the dispute, Xingzhi once called him 'elder brother'."
Zhou Beinan remained silent.
Zhou Xian was taken aback: "Senior Brother Xu has a brother? Why haven't I heard him mention it?"
Qu Chi was also confused: "I have never heard Xingzhi talk about his own family affairs, I only know that he was brought back to Fengling Mountain by Qingjingjun from the market, and he has suffered a lot since childhood. If Xingzhi has a brother, According to his character, he will definitely treat him well, how can he not mention this person at all?"
Wen Xuechen shook his head: "I also have no clue about this matter. When the two of them were arguing, Xingzhi found me, and the two broke up. Later, when I asked who Xingzhi was, he said it was only from the same person. An acquaintance in the village is also surnamed Xu."
"Is this really the case?" Zhou Xian thought thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, Senior Brother Xu is really a strange person. I only remember that he was promoted to the first apprentice of King Qingjing just after he entered Fengling Mountain for half a year. Although Senior Brother Xu is now very powerful , but because he was promoted by leaps and bounds, he caused a lot of criticism..."
Qingjingjun has always acted informally, and he knows all four disciplines, but Xu Xingzhi, who was twelve years old at the time, was just a child in the market. He had only been in the market for half a year, and Qingjingjun gave him the honor of the first disciple. Favoritism is more important.
Zhou Beinan has remained silent since just now, and did not respond to Zhou Xian's questions.
Several people were thinking about their own concerns when they heard an exclamation from the direction of the stage.
When they all looked up, Cheng Ding's body had broken through the lankan, and was thrown off the stage in embarrassment.
During the fifty-four strokes of the competition, Xu Xingzhi did not use "idle brush" to conjure up any tricks from beginning to end, and he did not even unfold the fan.
And what he easily defeated with a folding fan was Cheng Ding, who was most likely to win the fourth place on the list this year.
Amid the exclamations and the sound of gongs and drums at the end of the game, Xu Xingzhi squatted down, supported him with a fan handle, looked at Cheng Ding who couldn't get up, and said, "Boy, Zhou Beinan and the others love you, a rising star, on weekdays. When you compete with you, it's mostly compliments, right?"
He said mercilessly: "Then I'll tell some ugly truths now, listen carefully: your offense is more than strong, but your defense is a mess, and your head, neck, waist, all are weak. If I have killing intent towards you, You've died a dozen times earlier."
Even though he lost miserably, Cheng Ding still showed dissatisfaction when he heard the words.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xu Xingzhi said: "My first move can throw your spear and stick to attack your divine court; the sixth move can attack your Fengchi; the seventh move can directly take the Juque. I'm just talking about it here, As for the intentions of the sixteenth, seventeenth, twenty-first, twenty-sixth, thirty-seventh, forty-fourth, forty-seven, and fifty-two strokes, go back and think about it yourself. Once you understand it, you can practice with peace of mind. go with."
Cheng Ding was stunned, and after briefly going through the moves he had just played against Xu Xingzhi in his mind, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Xu Xingzhi generously stroked his short stubble: "You are a good seedling, I am reluctant to destroy you, it would be a pity." He paused, "... But don't coax others too much in the future. Take it seriously. They are just being polite to you. You take it seriously, and you are not stupid. You have to know if you are capital mad. "
After saying that, Xu Xingzhi stood up, flicked the tail of his clothes smartly, and waved at the place where the female disciples gathered.
Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng, who were under the stage, turned black.
Zhou Beinan saw the blue veins jumping: "Which uncle and uncle does he think he is? It's shameless to teach me Ying Tianchuan disciple in public."
Qu Chi smiled and said, "He's right. Besides, it's always been like this. He really loves talents, so he will call Cheng Ding like this."
Zhou Beinan just saw that Xu Xingzhi was unhappy, and gritted his teeth: "... This flower peacock."
Probably because the enemy's road was narrow, in the afternoon, Xu Peacock drew Zhou Beinan as his opponent.
Compared with the list of heaven, strength is particularly important, and luck is also indispensable. If someone has good luck at the beginning, the players drawn from several battles are all of the same strength as their own. In a steady and steady fight, even if they encounter a person with superior strength in the later stage, there is still a chance to fight against it; if they directly draw Xu Xingzhi or Qu Chi is a person with blood mold, and it is very likely that it will directly interfere with the rhythm and mood of the later game.
And only by winning all the way to the end, can we win the top spot.
In the first game of the Tianbang Ratio, Xu Xingzhi drew Cheng Ding, a rising star. In the afternoon, he met Zhou Beinan, an old opponent who knew him very well. His luck was not bad.
However, Xu Xingzhi's mood was not affected at all. As soon as he came to power, he greeted Zhou Beinan intimately: "Beinan, I really haven't seen you for a day, like every three autumns."
Zhou Beinan: "... Go go go go."
Xu Xingzhi set the porcelain skillfully: "We are both so familiar, what is more. Or you just admit defeat and let's go down for a drink?"
Zhou Beinan wanted to shoot him in the head: "Why don't you admit defeat?"
Xu Xingzhi turned the closed folding fan in the palm of his hand: "I won't lose."
Zhou Beinan was so angry that his masseter muscles stretched out: "...you wait for me. Tell you, your conjuring fan is useless to me this year."
Xu Xingzhi said happily: "I will not do tricks this year."
Zhou Beinan: "Do you think I will believe you?"
Xu Xingzhi tapped the back of his neck with a folding fan and smiled: "It really doesn't change, whoever changes is a dog."
After that, he held a folding fan, bent down slightly, and said to Zhou Beinan: "Come on."
"You came out in a different way." Zhou Beinan said this, and suddenly felt that something was not right, and two or three blue veins jumped out on his forehead, "... Xu Xingzhi, what do you mean?! You want to hit me directly with this fan. Do you think I am Cheng Ding?!"
Cheng Ding, who was in a good mood and sat down to watch the battle, suddenly felt that he had been hit by an arrow.
Xu Xingzhi said calmly, "...it's almost the same."
Seeing this, Qu Chi, who was watching the battle from a distance, said, "Why does Beinan have to talk so much with Xingzhi? Every time I get angry like this, why bother."
Zhou Xian was not very nervous: "The more angry my brother is, the calmer he will make moves. For the past few years, he has been studying spear art in order to outperform Senior Brother Xu. Senior Brother Xu, Meng Lang, is too underestimated."
Wen Xuechen had a different opinion.
He leaned against the edge of the wheelchair, squeezed his chin lightly, and said, "... Xingzhi is not such a person. Qu Chi, you have to be careful, Xingzhi is probably aiming for the top of the list this year."
"The number one position is nothing but an external thing." Qu Chi smiled broadly, "No matter what I do, I just need to do my best and take it seriously."
A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Beinan, holding a gun in his hand, was lifted into the sky by the "free pen" and plunged straight into the listening stone on the side of the arena.
Before he could recall the long spear, Xu Xingzhi flipped his wrist as lightly as a swallow, and opened the fan abruptly. Between the lightning and flint, the front of the fan had been taken to Zhou Beinan's throat, forcing him to the ground and flying back. □ was also stopped by Xu Xingzhi's left hand, and danced in a circle in the air, pointing to the south of Zhou Bei's heart.
Saibi's gongs and drums clanged.
Xu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Accept."
Xu Xingzhi really didn't use any tricks this time, so Zhou Beinan was convinced that he was defeated, but naturally he would not forgive him lightly: "Let you grow up. Quickly pull me up."
Xu Xingzhi was happy, he inserted Zhou Beinan's long spear into the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled him up.
The two shoulders tacitly and intimately collided.
Zhou Beinan raised his head proudly: "You will be the one lying on the ground next time. Just wait for me."
Xu Xingzhi said: "I believe Xiao Xian'er said this, you can forget it."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Xingzhi was chased by Zhou Beinan with a gun, and the scene was chaotic for a while. It was not until Guangfu Jun scolded that the two ended their nonsense, and they both walked off the field, shoulder to shoulder.
And Xu Xingzhi's bad luck doesn't seem to be over yet.
Adhering to the rule that the winner draws lots first, Xu Xingzhi stirred and mixed it in the lottery tube, took out a bamboo stick, glanced at the name on it, narrowed his eyes, and waved his hand at Zhou Xian who was not far away, affectionately. The ground calls: "Xiao Xian'er~"
With such an attitude, Zhou Xian naturally understood who he won in the next round. She laughed and waved at Xu Xingzhi.
However, the disciples who watched the one-day schedule couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in their hearts.
Today, Xu Xingzhi first corresponds to Tianchuan's rising star, and then corresponds to Tianchuan eldest son. Both of them are ranked high in the game, but Xu Xingzhi won easily.
And in the next round, he drew Zhou Xian as his opponent, and it was a veritable bloody storm to kill him all the way.
Everyone thought in unison, if Xu Xingzhi drew Qu Chi again in the next round, it would be really lively.
In addition, when Xu Xingzhi is playing against Zhou Xian, or even against Qu Chi, will he still only use a fan like today
If he can defeat these two with just a big and inexperienced folding fan, there will be no obstacles for Xu Xingzhi in the next game.
If Xu Xingzhi really won all the way to the end like this, then the ratio of this heavenly list would be enough to go down in history. After all, in the previous rankings, no one used a folding fan as a weapon to win the leader.
Those side disciples opened another set of gambling tables that day, betting on whether Xu Xingzhi would still fight with a folding fan when Zhou Xian and Xu Xing competed tomorrow.
When the gambling table was in full swing, Xu Xingzhi sneaked out while the disciples of Fengling Mountain were gathering to celebrate him, and returned to the east hall where the disciples of Fengling Mountain were resting.
He looked over the edge of the window of the palace room and found that Xu Pingsheng was sitting alone in the palace. Just now, he tiptoed to the entrance of the palace, stuck his head in, and whispered, "Brother? Brother?"
Xu Pingsheng only briefly raised his head to look at him for a moment, then lowered his head again, rolled up his sleeves and copied the scriptures, with a cold expression: "What's the matter?"
Xu Xingzhi walked into the hall and took out a packet of oil paper from his arms: "I saw that there was a mung bean cake that my brother likes to eat on the table, but I didn't see my brother coming to the table, so I brought it to my brother secretly."
Xu Pingsheng didn't lift his head: "That's your celebration banquet, and it's not suitable for me to go there."
Hearing him say this, Xu Xingzhi felt a little sad: "Brother..."
"I said, don't call me brother." Xu Pingsheng seemed a little impatient, and put the pen on the celadon pen holder, "You are the first disciple of Fengling Mountain, and I am just an intermediate disciple. I don't want to ask others to mention me. , I only know that I am 'Xu Xingzhi's brother', but I don't know that I am Xu Pingsheng."
Xu Xingzhi was so rarely trained that he couldn't raise his head: "... Only Beinan knows about this matter, and he will help me hide it."
Xu Pingsheng was reluctant to continue this topic, so he wrote again: "Let's go first if you have nothing to do."
Xu Xingzhi snorted and put the mung bean cake on the corner of the desk. Seeing that Xu Pingsheng was attentive in copying, he turned his neck and took a look, and read out the title: "The Great Sutra of the Supreme Yuan Shi Tianzun Said the Magic of the Northern Emperor's Curse of the Demon God" …”
Xu Pingsheng's shoulders suddenly stiffened, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it: "Who told you to watch?"
Xu Xingyi was happy for a while, but he couldn't help showing a childlike expression: "Brother, did you copy it for me?"
Xu Pingsheng turned his face away: "I'm copying it myself, just to cultivate myself."
Xu Xingzhi was still eager to get a gentler answer: "...but you are clearly learning my handwriting. You see, this is how I usually write..."
Xu Pingsheng was so embarrassed that he rolled up the bamboo slips, smashed them mercilessly, and threw them to the ground, then stepped out of the temple door wearing only a single sock, and threw one of Xu Xing into the temple.
Xu Xingzhi knelt and sat on the spot, and he didn't know how long he stayed before he went down to the ground and reached out to take the roll of torn bamboo slips in his hand, wiped it cherishly with his cuff, and put it in his sleeve.
Just as he was about to get up, he felt a ray of warmth coming over him without warning.
After holding him to sleep for a few years, Xu Xingzhi has long been familiar with who this embrace belongs to.
He smiled bitterly, then turned his face away, and smiled frivolously as always: "Yo, Chongguang, why did you run out?"
Meng Chongguang hugged his back, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest, and Yi Lian rubbed a little distressedly: "Senior brother, everyone is waiting for you."
Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Yes, I have been away from the table for too long. Let's go, come back soon..."
Meng Chongguang hugged him tightly, motionless.
Xu Xingzhi: "... heavy light?"
The shadow of the mountain outside the window was lying down, and the slightest afterglow fell on the two of them through the window, dyeing their white clothes with a red sheen.