After Xu Xingzhi figured out Qu Chi's name, he raised his head and stared at the disciple Ying Tianchuan who was holding the lottery.
Xu Xingzhi looked at the child with a half-smile but not a smile, and immediately hesitated: "Senior Brother Xu, it's not my fault... I don't know..."
Xu Xingzhi patted his shoulder cheerfully: "I didn't say it was your fault. I was just thinking, if you can take Qu Chi down in one go this time, it will be more energetic. Do you think so?"
The younger disciple looked at Xu Xingzhi's back, who was walking away in a dashing manner, with admiration on his face.
However, before the game started in the afternoon, Qu Chi was still preparing off the court when he heard Xu Xingzhi's voice: "Qu Chi, Qu Chi... Brother Qu?"
Qu Chi was indeed the oldest among the four of his peers, but hearing Xu Xingzhi calling him that, still couldn't help laughing.
He looked up and asked, "What?"
Xu Xingzhi hung himself on the red silk on the edge of the ring, and said brazenly, "Let me do three tricks."
Zhou Beinan, who was giving Qu Chi a trick on the side, rolled his eyes: "Why don't you ask Qu Chi to give you thirty tricks."
Xu Xingzhi: "It's good to dare."
Zhou Beinan: "… "
Qu Chi said with a good temper: "Don't be arguing, it's just three moves, let it go, it doesn't matter."
Xu Xingzhi smiled at Zhou Beinan and said, "If you see it, learn from Senior Brother Qu's bearing. When you are willing to let me in the competition, I will also call you Senior Brother Zhou."
"Let you be tall." Zhou Beinan spurned, "I am older than you, you should have called me brother."
After that, he persuaded Qu Chi again: "Qu Chi, don't pay attention to him, he is very cheeky."
Qu Chi said virtuously: "He is the youngest of the four of us, so it doesn't matter if he has three moves."
Wen Xuechen calmly gave Qu Chi a move: "...In the fourth move, throw a centipede into his face, and you can win."
After he finished speaking, Wen Xuechen raised his hand without looking at it, and as expected, he received the fan that Xu Xingzhi threw and smashed him.
Xu Xingzhi lay on his head and complained, "...Wen Baimao, don't hurt me."
Wen Xuechen took Xu Xingzhi's fan in the palm of his hand and played with it: "You should thank me for not participating in the Heavenly List."
"... That's really thank you for not killing." Xu Xingzhi stretched out his hand to him confidently, "Return the fan to me."
Wen Xuechen threw the fan to him.
Before the start of the game, Zhou Beinan encouraged Qu Chi: "Beat him, don't call him so crazy."
Wen Xuechen's attitude was more concise than Zhou Beinan: "Beat him."
Qu Chi put down the whisk and took the commonly used sword to go on stage, only to see Xu Xingzhi holding the fish intestine sword transformed from a folding fan in his hand, waiting for him on the stage.
Qu Chi smiled: "I don't need a folding fan this time?"
"You're not the same as Fatty Zhou." Xu Xingzhi said with a smile, "... I've robbed me of the number one spot on the Heavenly Ranking list twice, so I'll have to get dim sum anyway."
Zhou Beinan's blue veins jumped at the bottom: "...Can I throw some hidden weapons to pierce his head in a while?"
Wen Xuechen didn't answer.
When the gongs and drums started to sound, Xu Xingzhi seized the opportunity and decisively swung his sword, while Qu Chi kept his promise.
Master Qu Chi and Danyang Feng Chong Xuzi frowned slightly when they saw that Qu Chi was so playful. But as soon as the three strokes passed, Qu Chi drew his sword with his left hand and swung it out, the sword edge like Xue Lian slashed towards the center, the sword qi danced wildly like wind and thunder, Xu Xingzhi saw that the situation was not good, forcibly retracted the cut sword, and reversed it. for the defensive. However, Qu Chi's sword was domineering, and as soon as he was unsheathed, several scratches were added to Xu Xingzhi's robe.
Forcing Xu Xingzhi back, Qu Chi took advantage of the situation and threw the sword, formed a formation with both hands, and pushed out horizontally.
The red cloud filled the sky, and the afterimage of the seven swords set off a huge wind, wrapping Xu Xingzhi's figure in it, and Qu Chi also threw himself into the formation, disappearing with him.
For a time, everyone present only heard the sound of gold and iron fighting each other, and the sword qi gilded the shadows.
When Xu Xingzhi disappeared just now, Meng Chongguang had already seen blood marks on his body. His cheeks were so nervous that he wanted to rush forward: "…Senior brother!"
He was dragged back by Jiuzhilan.
The latter shook his head at him, but his eyes on the ring were equally worried.
Qu Chi is a leader in swordsmanship among the Four Sects. Xu Xingzhi fighting with swords is too beneficial to Qu Chi.
What's more, Qu Chi has seven good swords, and Xu Xingzhi only has an ordinary fish intestine sword.
Xu Xingzhi's "free pen", as a weapon in battle, actually has a considerable disadvantage.
It seems to be able to change into all things in the world, but in fact, "Xianbi" is made by Xu Xingzhi's comprehensive refining of various weapons collected, and the nature of various objects must not conflict.
For example, if Xu Xingzhi obtained the same precious Immortal Spirit Wood Sword and the same high-grade golden spear, then if the two were fused together, the "Xianbi" would be scrapped because of the properties of Jin Kemu.
Therefore, Xu Xingzhi must carefully calculate the five element attributes of each weapon in "Xianbi". In order to avoid being aggressive and causing all refining efforts to fall short, what he refines are all weapons with mild attributes and less powerful power.
Therefore, although "Xianbi" can change endlessly, everything is not as powerful as specialized weapons.
Jiuzhideng believes that if Xu Xingzhi wants to win this battle, he must drive "Xianbi" and make many changes in order to have a chance to win.
It can be said that everyone thinks so, even Qu Chi, who is fighting against Xu Xingzhi, thinks so.
… keng.
Not long after, a crisp sound of the blade snapping suddenly came from the red smoke of the flying dust, resounding over the arena.
Wen Xuechen said firmly: "...Xu Xingzhi lost."
Zhou Beinan had already begun to gloat over the misfortune: "Let him squeak."
On the high platform, Qing Jing-jun leaned forward and looked worriedly into the smoke ball. The wooden bead in his hand was cracked and he still didn't realize it. The concentration of his demeanor made Guangfu-jun couldn't help coughing and reminded in a low voice. : "...Senior brother, don't be so obvious."
Qing Jingjun waved his hand: "Don't talk."
Keng.
When the second sound of the blade snapping came, flames rolled out from the smoke, like the morning glow, the snow-white and light blue blades were interlaced like meteors, and the collisions collided, provoking those who were slightly closer to the ring. The heart of the heart trembled.
Wen Xuechen turned slightly serious: "...Wait, it doesn't seem right."
The third and fourth sound of cutting the blade sounded continuously. After two bangs, the arena suddenly collapsed in half. The order officer standing nearby to supervise the game did not expect it, and retreated in embarrassment. Open the collapsed pieces.
The sword fighting formation was lifted up and gathered in mid-air, Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi continued to fight in one place, but it was difficult for even a few high-ranking monarchs to distinguish the situation.
The fifth sound of the sword slashed out a terrifyingly pure spiritual force, causing many disciples with lower cultivation to cover their ears and exclaim. Wen Xuechen raised his hand to protect the fragile heart, and coughed twice. His face was faintly blue.
When Zhou Beinan looked at the place where the two were fighting, his eyes changed completely.
The sixth sound of shattering was extremely light, but it was swallowed up by the air currents lingering on the sides of the two of them. Sparks splashed between the green shadows and red lights.
When the sound of the seventh sword breaking came, Zhou Beinan said in shock: "...He broke all seven of Qu Chi's swords?"
Wen Xuechen caressed his chest and frowned, "No, his own sword is also broken."
Zhou Beinan: "... When?"
Wen Xuechen: "When Qu Chi's seventh sword broke."
The formation of the Seven Swords was broken, and the fragments of the sword blades fell like rain and snow. Xu Xingzhi waved away the fog and dust, washed away the smoke and dust, and rushed out of the formation.
His body was stained with blood, and his clothes were broken. Just as Wen Xuechen said, the fish intestine sword in his right hand had been broken in half, but his left hand was clenching the broken half sword, and his figure circled in the air, Qing Cang chased after him. Wolf, go straight to Qu Chi where the seven swords are lost.
After Qu Chi steadied his steps, holding a broken sword from the center, he headed straight for the hedge.
At the moment when the two passed by, Xu Xingzhi's right arm sleeve cracked with a snort, and there was a shallow wound on Qu Chi's side neck.
The gongs and drums rang out at the end of the game.
- The competition stipulates that whoever can stay on the stage last, or who can leave a fatal mark on the opponent first, wins.
After defeating Qu Chi, Xu Xingzhi's status as the top of the list has been assured, and it is impossible for anyone to shake his position.
Qing Jing-Jun reacted faster than anyone present, stood up and shouted, "Okay!"
Guangfu Jun pulled Qing Jing Jun's arm with a dark face, but Qing Jing Jun remained unmoved, with a pair of lazy drooping eyes filled with genuine joy. He pointed to Xu Xingzhi on the field and said proudly to others: "Look, look at that, he is my apprentice."
Guangfu Jun: "..."
Xu Xingzhi staggered two steps and stood up, looking back, Qu Chi had walked towards him, showing a broad smile: "Congratulations."
Xu Xingzhi opened a very sparse and bright smile, returned the broken fish intestine sword to the shape of a folding fan, and unfolded it with a snap in front of Qu Chi.
On the fan surface, the ancient fairy spirit gold sand has left a horrific horoscope "Today's world, who will give up to me", and the signature is "No. 1 in the sky, Fengling Xu Xingzhi".
Wen Xuechen below: "..."
Zhou Beinan: "...Damn, is he so shameless?"
Rao was Qu Chi, and after being stunned for a while, he couldn't stand up with laughter: "You wrote it on it long ago? Are you so determined to win?"
Xu Xingzhi smiled and said, "If I lose to you, I won't need a fan for five years."
After that, the two tacitly clapped their fists, clasped their palms again, and bumped their shoulders.
Just as Xu Xingzhi let go of Qu Chi's hand, he saw Meng Chongguang coming up from the edge of the broken ring, rushing in front of him three or two times, and hugging Xu Xingzhi tightly: "Senior brother, I'm so worried about you..."
Xu Xingyi was stunned, couldn't help laughing, and patted his back: "Okay, okay, brother, isn't it all right? Come down quickly."
Meng Chongguang cheated: "I won't come down."
Xu Xingzhi was helpless, so he simply hugged the shameless child and put it on his shoulders, turned his head to smile at Qu Chi, and then faced the high platform where the rulers and elders were sitting, and shook the tie on his right wrist at Jun Qingjing. hexagonal bell.
This bell was given to him by Qing Jingjun back then.
When tying it for him, Qing Jingjun once said, I hope you will be a better person than me.
… Now he has made at least the first step.
Hearing the crisp sound of the bell, Qing Jingjun nodded slightly, and the corners of his lips evoked a small smile of satisfaction.
Xu Xingzhi gave him a smile and stepped off the stage carrying Meng Chongguang.
The lines between Guangfu Jun's eyebrows wrinkled deeper: "Senior brother, he is too arrogant and arrogant, and he acts too..."
Qing Jingjun picked up the wine glass, and after drinking it, he smiled and said, "Isn't this bad? I like him like this."
Guangfu Jun: "..."
Seeing that Xu Xingzhi carried Meng Chongguang to step down, the discussion below suddenly started.
"… Who is this?"
"Don't you recognize it? It's that beautiful waste from Fengling Mountain, who has lost any profit since he made pills, and can't be raised with any kind of natural treasures. But Senior Brother Xu loves him favorably."
"It's him? Why am I looking at him and Senior Brother Xu..."
"Shh, shh. Don't talk about Senior Brother Xu.... But if Senior Brother Xu is really with that trash, I don't know how many young disciples will be sad."
The nine lanterns on the side were staring at them for a long time, and it was hard to bear the sound of such discussions, so he turned around and left with his sword in hand.
Soon, in the evening, the topic of Meng Chongguang being carried off by Xu Xingzhi was replaced by another more impactful event.
—Cheng Ding of Ying Tianchuan, the most popular rookie before the game, was thrown off the stage by the nine lanterns of Fengling Mountain in a dozen strokes in the afternoon game, and two ribs were broken. The next game is Wan Wan. Wan is extremely involved.
Maybe it was because he got close to Xu Xingzhi, his luck was similar, and the next round of nine lanterns met Zhou Xian again.
Xu Xingzhi has been discussing with Jiuzhideng every day, knowing that Jiuzhideng has been fighting with great enthusiasm recently and is in good condition, so he had great hope and found a hidden place on the sidelines to watch.
Zhou Xian had never fought Jiuzhideng before, but she would not underestimate the enemy who could easily defeat Cheng Ding.
She is quite patient, but Jiuzhideng is more patient than her, every move is meticulous and delicate like running water, and the more the battle is, the more violent the sword is like a shower, splashing on the face.
Zhou Xian was beaten by his set of fierce and ferocious quick attacks and only focused on defense, and the muscles and veins on her wrist were numb. Seeing that the short gun in her hand could be shot down with just one last blow, Jiuzhideng's side was accidentally A flaw was revealed.
Zhou Xian was very careful, and a small flaw was an opportunity for her to make a comeback. She successfully seized this flaw, and she succeeded in one blow and took Jiuzhideng off the ring.
Seeing this situation, Xu Xingzhi turned gloomy and walked quickly to the nine lanterns under the stage.
When he got up from the ground, the nine lanterns happened to meet Xu Xingzhi's scrutiny eyes.
Jiuzhideng did not expect that Xu Xingzhi would come to watch his game, and his expression became nervous when he saw him: "...Senior brother, I'm sorry."
"Who should you say sorry to? You know it well." Xu Xingzhi said directly, "Why did you reveal the flaw in the end?"
Jiuzhideng lowered his head: "I was careless."
Xu Xingyi's shudder knocked on his head.
In the past, Xu Xingzhi used to knock on the nine-lane lantern. Although his hand was heavy, it did not hurt. However, this time the nine-lane lantern was knocked so hard that his skull was numb, and the pain made his face turn white: "…are you careless? I will fight with you. So many times, you deliberately sold it to Zhou Xian, when I can't see it?"
Jiuzhideng looked up in panic: "Senior brother, I..."
Xu Xingzhi came full of anticipation. Who would have expected to see Jiuzhideng's flooding and defeat, how could he be willing to listen to Jiuzhideng's explanation again, and he was so angry that he walked away.
He was depressed, swayed around with a folding fan, and walked to a white sand bay.
It is now the end of autumn, and the wind is cold, but there are still many young disciples who are full of vitality and go into the water to play and play. The middle and lower-level disciples of the four sects all gathered here, the higher-level disciple was swimming in the water, while a few lower-level disciples stayed on the shore to guard their clothes.
Seeing Xu Xingzhi, several disciples on the shore stood up to greet him, but a few Fengling Mountain disciples in the water were familiar with him and warmly invited him: "Brother Xu, come and swim together."
Xu Xingzhi wrapped his robe and refused with a smile: "No need."
One of the disciples muttered: "Senior brother used to love mallard water with us, how come you haven't played in the past few years?"
Xu Xingzhi picked up a stone and threw it down: "You talk too much."
He deliberately threw it crooked, and the disciples below understood him as a person. Knowing that he was not really angry, they all spread out laughingly and went to play with each other.
Xu Xingzhi looked around and found that among the people waiting on the shore, there was Ye Fuyi who took him to the Hall of Discipline that day, so he raised his hand and greeted him.
Ye Puyi was so excited that her blushes were red: "Senior Brother Xu, do you still remember me?"
Xu Xingzhi was happy: "I'm older than you, but I'm not too old to be dim."
Ye Fuyi was blushing, and there were several Ying Tianchuan lower-level disciples next to him who bravely approached him and asked him tentatively: "… Senior Brother Xu, did you really bring up that nine-branched lantern? "
Xu Xingyi paused and asked, "What happened to him?"
The disciple who asked the question was quite unhappy: "He is an immoral person, how can he be on the list of heaven?"
Another disciple of Ying Tianchuan echoed: "He did nothing to hurt Cheng Ding, wasn't it just for revenge? I'm not a Taoist, it really is..."
"Cheng Ding was too aggressive, so he suffered the consequences." Xu Xingzhi interrupted the man before he heard more ugly words, "If you have watched that game, you will know that Jiuzhideng's last move There is no plan to hurt Cheng Ding. It was Cheng Ding who missed when he was planning to attack hard, and was seriously injured. Besides, who taught you that people who are wicked must be villains?"
The lower-level disciples looked at each other in dismay.
The shy little disciple, Ye Puyi, summoned up his courage and said, "I think it's also... wicked people are not necessarily evil people."
Xu Xingzhi cleared his throat and said flatly: "I want to say that the way of the devil, the way of ghosts and the way of immortality are all the same. No one is better than the other, and no one is inferior to the other.... The way of the devil and the way of the ghosts are often regarded as others. Medium cultivation is naturally a little faster, but because things are too easy to get, you will lose your original heart; Xiandao cultivates one's own heart with one's own practice, slow or slow, but it is not easy to go astray, it is the easiest way to live with peace of mind ."
"However, as long as you don't wantonly do harm and focus on cultivating your own body, then the differences between the three paths will only exist in prejudice. Do you understand?"
All the disciples, including Ye Fuyi, were vaguely understanding.
Xu Xingzhi patted Ye Fuyi's head, turned to leave the bay, and raised his voice after walking to the no-man's place: "...Do you understand?"
Nine lanterns flashed out from behind a tree on the side, eyebrows lowered: "Senior brother, I..."
Xu Xingzhi turned his back to Jiuzhideng and sighed: "You think that if you win Zhou Xian, you will be discussed about your identity. Why should you care about this? Win means win, lose means lose, what's the point of looking ahead? "
"...No." Jiuzhideng's cheeks turned pale, "It's not like that."
Xu Xingzhi turned around and asked sternly, "Then why did you cheat? Do you know that if you can win, I will be happier than myself being the top of the list?"
Jiuzhideng's lips pursed into a pale line, and after a long time, he said softly, "Senior brother can use the spirit stone to hold me to the fourth place in the Heavenly Ranking, but that's it?"
Xu Xingzhi froze all over, and his eyes became unbelievable.
Jiuzhideng didn't dare to look at Xu Xingzhi, and said softly, "...so I just want to be fourth....I don't want to let senior brother lose, I..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiuzhideng was suddenly pulled into a cold embrace, and a well-jointed hand rudely sunk into his short hair, rubbing his hair into a mess.
"...You fool." Xu Xingzhi whispered, "If I want to know your mind, I should bet you on the top of the list."
Jiuzhideng was hugged so softly for a while before tightening the hands that were hanging rigidly behind Xu Xing's back, clasping Xu Xingzhi into his arms, and whispering against his ear, "I just need to look at it. It's good to have a brother..."
… He just needs to look at his senior brother shining brightly. He can have nothing.
Jiuzhideng continued to exert force, and Xu Xingzhi was a little breathless in his embrace, and his immobile right hand nudged his chest: "Okay, okay, lighter..."
This push, instantly pushed the nine lanterns to an unreachable place, and pushed Xu Xingzhi himself into an unknowable darkness.
He fell from one warm embrace into another equally warm embrace.
Opening his eyes with great effort, what he saw was the wild and dim sky, and the moon-like light source at the edge of the sky.
… is back again
Qu Chi's happy and gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Okay, you are finally awake."
With eyes full of naivety, he instructed Lu Yujiu who was burning fire at the entrance of the cave: "Little Lu, he's awake, bring some water."
Xu Xingzhi held his forehead and slowly got up and looked at Qu Chi.
In the dream, or in the original owner's memory, the high-spirited but gentle and humble Qu Chi overlapped with the image of Qu Chi with only the mind of a five-year-old child, and then separated.
… So what exactly happened back then
Qu Chi became like this, why
Why are these people like this