Pei Yunshu and Wu Jiu's match was held in the afternoon of the next day. Early the next morning, Pei Yunshu arrived at the venue of the cultivation competition.
The young palace master predicted ten talented people who would be able to enter the top ten, and disciples of Shanshui Sect alone accounted for half of them. Pei Yunshu was not among them, but he did not feel disappointed. He was just curious about the strength of the person who was so arrogant to declare that he would be the top of the list.
As for the "honey trap" mentioned by Fat Daoist, it seemed half true and half false. Would someone who could write "90% chance of getting the first place in the cultivation competition" use such a trick
At noon, it is time to rest.
There was a battle in the afternoon, so Pei Yunshu simply didn't go back to Santian Peak. He flew to the back mountain on his sword, found a deserted place, and lay on a tree to rest for a while.
The green leaves were scattered, the sunlight was shining brightly, and just when Pei Yunshu was about to close his eyes, a woman's voice calling for help suddenly came from the distance.
He woke up instantly, listened attentively to where the sound came from, jumped down from the tree, passed through the heavy branches, and rushed towards the sound of help.
Not far away, we saw several ferocious tigers lurking under a huge tree. These tigers were extremely tall, with their bloody mouths wide open, staring at the people cowering in the tree.
Pei Yunshu couldn't see who was on the tree. The woman hiding there must have been extremely scared. Only a strand of her red clothes was left hanging down, swaying in the breeze.
They were just tigers, and Pei Yunshu, who was at the Jindan level, was more than enough. After he drove the tiger away, he walked closer to the tree and looked up at the person on the tree. "Daoyou, the tiger is gone. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Wait!" The man on the tree cried out in a voice as clear as an oriole, full of panic and fear, "Daoyou, can you help me get down from the tree?"
She said shyly: "My legs are weak."
A cultivator should not be afraid of these wild beasts that have not yet developed spiritual intelligence, but Pei Yunshu thought of his own fear of snakes and felt a sense of empathy.
He jumped onto the tree and walked towards the girl, his toes lightly stepping on the branches. When he passed by the Taoist friend's red dress, the hanging red gauze suddenly flew into Pei Yunshu's face with the wind.
A faint fragrance came and quickly faded away. The woman above looked down at him and said in a soft and pleasant voice, "Thank you very much for your help, Taoist friend. May I ask your name?"
Pei Yunshu turned his head away, avoiding the flying red veil. Hearing this, he looked up at the woman with a soothing look in his eyes, "I am Pei Yunshu from Danshui Sect. Daoist friend, don't worry. I will take you down right away."
Only now could he see the woman's appearance clearly. She had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, like a fairy in the moon. There was a hint of shyness at the corners of her lips, and she was smiling at Pei Yunshu.
However, when the woman saw Pei Yunshu's appearance clearly, she couldn't help but be stunned.
She was dressed in red, and it was hard to tell which sect she belonged to. Pei Yunshu looked around and saw that she was holding a thin branch in her hand. It must have been prepared long ago so that he could pull the branch and take her down the tree. There was a difference between men and women, so there would be no need to bump into this girl.
Pei Yunshu stretched out his hand towards the branch, "Daoyou, I will hold this end."
But before his hand touched the branch, an evil wind suddenly blew up, carrying the branch deep into the jungle. Pei Yunshu was caught off guard, and when he reacted and was about to call the wind back, a red veil covered his eyes again, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
"My friend," the woman sighed softly, "if there are no more branches, I will hold you."
Pei Yunshu was surprised. Before he could say anything, the woman clasped her hands around his waist.
She used a lot of strength and wrapped her arms around him very tightly. The white robe stuck to her waist, leaving a thin line. "Fellow Daoist, your waist is really thin. I can wrap my arm around it with just one hand."
"..." Pei Yunshu pulled her hand away, "My fellow Taoist, you don't have to hold me so tightly."
The woman's eyes flickered and her hands loosened a little. Pei Yunshu originally wanted Qing Yuejian to send her down, but seeing that she was holding on to him and refused to let go, he said nothing more and flew down the tree with her.
The red gauze fluttered lightly, and a strand of it also wrapped around Pei Yunshu's body. When it fell to the ground, Pei Yunshu walked away quickly, staying away from the girl.
He asked politely, "Do you still remember the way back?"
"I don't remember," the girl's face was slightly red. When she stood under the tree, without the cover of branches and leaves, she looked even more beautiful. "If you don't mind, can you take me out of this mountain?"
Pei Yunshu nodded, and the Qingyue Sword suddenly grew larger. He mounted the sword himself, then turned around and looked at the woman, "Fellow Daoist, please follow me."
"..." The girl raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you going to take me with you?"
When she raised her eyebrows, the softness was gone, revealing a different kind of unruly beauty. Pei Yunshu thought to himself that it was a good thing Huayue was not here, and asked curiously, "Doesn't Daoist have any magic weapon that can defend against attacks?"
“Yes, I do,” the woman frowned, “but my legs are weak, I’m afraid I can’t control it.”
There was nothing we could do. Pei Yunshu sighed and stopped the flying sword beside the woman.
The woman glanced at him with a half-smile, and then her oriole-like voice lowered softly, saying, "Daoyou, don't you want to take me out of the mountain?"
"It's just that men and women shouldn't touch each other," Pei Yunshu said, "Daoyou, even if you are on the sword, don't..."
His handsome face flushed slightly.
The woman looked at the red on his face, and a dazed look appeared on her face. After a while, she came to her senses and picked up the sword. Her eyes passed over Pei Yunshu several times. When the sword flew into the sky, she said, "Are you really Pei Yunshu from Shanshui Sect?"
Pei Yunshu moved a little further away from her and nodded, "That's right."
The woman paused for a moment, her eyes turned, and she lightly hooked her fingers, "Ah, fellow Taoist, my hairband fell off!"
Pei Yunshu turned around and saw that the woman's hair was loose, with a fragrance blowing in the wind. Pei Yunshu looked behind her and the hairband was gone.
He frowned and took out a blue headband from his sleeve, "Daoyou, I don't have a red headband."
"No need for red," the woman smiled sweetly, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."
After a while, Pei Yunshu put her on the ground. He pointed to a place not far away and said, "Go over there, you will reach a crowded place."
The woman looked at him and smiled softly, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Pei Yunshu shook his head, turned around and flew away on his sword.
*
After he left, the woman in red who stayed there looked at the hairband in her hand, then raised her eyes to the sky.
A fat Taoist friend suddenly appeared at the side. He walked in quickly and said in a low and flattering voice: "The young palace master must have made him distracted."
The young palace master said nothing.
Fat Daoist friend was surprised and called out several times, "Young Palace Master? Young Palace Master?"
The red-dressed woman came back to her senses, "How can your young palace master fail if he personally takes action?"
"Young Palace Master is right," said the fat Taoist friend, "This man must have been unconscious during the afternoon match. I'm afraid he has already succumbed to the beauty trap."
The woman in red: "Well said."
She was about to turn around and leave, but she raised her hand and looked at the blue headband in her hand. She didn't know what she was thinking. She stood there for a moment, put the headband into the storage bag, and then walked away in a trance.
*
In the afternoon, Pei Yunshu stood on the stage, and Zhu You and the other two were already waiting below.
He was dressed in white and had a cold expression. The second and third senior brothers standing on the other side looked at him and felt that the junior brother on the stage seemed like a different person, and suddenly he seemed a stranger.
Pei Yunshu knew they were right beside him, so he just lowered his eyes and waited for the arrival of the Young Palace Master of Yuanling Palace, without saying a word or even looking down. Only after a person flew up from the opposite side did he raise his eyes and look forward.
Wu Jiu was standing opposite in a dazzling red robe. He had sword-like eyebrows, sharp eyes, and the word "arrogance" was written all over his body. He asserted that he could get the top spot, so his strength must be extremely strong.
Pei Yunshu was extremely focused. He exchanged greetings with the opponent, drew out the Qingyue Sword, and began his first battle in the cultivation competition.
When the opponent didn't move, he took the initiative and leaped towards Wu Jiu. He was eager for his reaction, but also prepared to avoid the opponent's counterattack.
But who would have thought that the closer he got, the other party was staring at him in a trance. Pei Yunshu thought that this would be a simple blow that the other party would dodge, but it actually landed directly on Wu Jiu and knocked him out of the ring in an instant.
The people in the audience who had not yet reacted were stunned, and Pei Yunshu on the stage was also stunned.
How come the young palace master didn't even dodge his small attack
"Young Palace Master!" a scream rang out.
The young palace master who was knocked off the stage finally reacted. His face changed color again and again. He looked up at Pei Yunshu, who was wearing fluttering white clothes on the stage, and gritted his teeth and said, "I was actually turned against by the other party's beauty trap!"
The fat Taoist friend who helped him up said stupidly: "Ah?"
Pei Yunshu happened to be walking to the side of the ring. He didn't hear these words, but just stretched out his hand to Wu Jiu, "What happened just now doesn't count. Let's compete again."
There was worry in his eyes and his slender hands were as white as jade.
A few strands of black hair flew up gently, and the sleeves that were extended towards Wu Jiu were wrapped in the faint fragrance of sandalwood.
Wu Jiu pushed the fat Taoist friend away. He put his hands behind his back, stood straight, and raised his chin slightly. "You win."
"You were able to knock me to the ground with one strike, but I underestimated you," the young palace master said, "but my strength is not that great. Although I lost to you, it was only because I was distracted and didn't have time to fight back. I am not a cultivator who only knows how to boast."
Pei Yunshu didn't understand why he said this, but he nodded in agreement.
Wu Jiu said casually, "If that's the case, how about another competition in private?"
"Okay." Pei Yunshu agreed.
"Then let's do it tonight," the young palace master immediately replied, "You can just dress casually, there's no need to spend too much time on dressing up."