A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 230 Comparing Hearts

In the past three days, apart from carrying firewood back home, he basically spent the whole day alone in the back mountain, frantically improving his cultivation.

He has a feeling that the times are coming and going, the water is not enough, and the jade bee will make up!In just half a day, he digested all the seven or eight bottles of jade bee jelly given by Grandma Sun.My luck seemed to improve suddenly, just after running out, Grandma Sun came to the back mountain to visit him, brought him some food, saw how fast he digested, and went back to get some pulp to supplement him...

In just one day, Fang Xian broke through countless realms, only the last three realms of Quanzhen's top-level mentality were left unbroken, presumably without a certain foundation, he would never be able to get through, or else he would be like Wang Chongyang.

Bottles of jade honey bee jelly were poured down, and Grandma Sun accompanied him in the tricks from time to time, exclaiming again and again, only saying that he was an even more outstanding martial arts genius than Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying.

With many improvements and the ancient tomb elixir, the injury on his foot has basically healed, and he is stable when he has something in his stomach.

This morning, Fang Xian woke up and knew it was time to teach those bastards a lesson.

He intended to play tricks on those losers, so he walked back on crutches and secretly returned the three mental techniques to Yin Zhiping. Yin Zhiping only said that he had memorized them by rote and did not ask any more questions. He only asked not to let others know.

After noon, the disciples of Quanzhen gathered in front of the main hall and arranged them one by one according to their seniority.

The second-generation Daoist of the Quanzhen sect, the seven sons of Quanzhen—Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, Sun Buer, and Liu Chuxuan sat upright on the upper seat in front of the hall according to their age.

The third generation of "Zhi" disciples, headed by Zhao Zhijing, followed by Yin Zhiping, sat in two rows with Quanzhen Seven.

The fourth generation of "Qing" generation disciples stood upright around the competition platform, Lu Qingdu and others were at the front, Yang Guo was a latecomer and stood almost at the back, leaning on crutches and not looking at others.

Ma Yu coughed, channeling her internal strength, and her voice was soul-stirring——

"Since my patriarch Wang Chongyang founded the sect, I have gone through dozens of years of Quanzhen, during which there have been countless hardships, and I have finally created the glory of today's Dasheng, the incense is flourishing, and talents have emerged in large numbers..."

After finishing the polite words, it was Qiu Chuji's turn to shake the scene.

The old Taoist stood up neatly, and shouted directly: "Nowadays the world is in chaos. As a member of the Quanzhen sect, I must not only cultivate my mind and character, but also strengthen my body and practice martial arts to protect my foundation in the Central Plains! As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. , we all want to see who works harder and who is more diligent this year, so that we can teach students in accordance with their aptitude and not delay everyone's future!"

Qiu Chuji spoke more bluntly, deeply touched the hearts of all the disciples, and the blood spurted for a while, and vowed to show his talents in front of the elders and get the attention of the Taoist priest. Of course, the pills and mental skills are what they want most.

Qiu Chuji didn't say much, and even grouped them according to the game, and announced two disciples to come up.

Fat Taoist priest Lu Qingdu was the first group to compete, and his opponent was Zhao Qingle who had his face full of shit.

"Junior Brother! Accepted!" Lu Qingdu looked heroic.

Zhao Qingle's performance is also very good, although she is weak, but she does not move: "Brother, please!!!"

The two started a battle right here, that one was beautiful, her swordsmanship was perfect, but this Zhao Qingle was always steady and slow, and was pushed harder and harder by this Lu Qingdu.

Lu Qingdu was calm and calm, while suppressing, while ordering the shortcomings of Zhao Qingle's swordsmanship, all kinds of everyone's demeanor was overwhelming.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhao Zhijing also approached Qiu Chuji and said, "Master, this Lu Qingdu has been with me for several years. Both his character and martial arts are top-notch among the younger generation and he is worthy of cultivation."

Qiu Chuji just waved his hands, and said dissatisfiedly: "The words are too pretentious, maybe the traces of acting are too heavy?"

Zhao Zhijing was startled, and said again and again: "Master's lesson is that I will investigate again... But even if it is a performance, it is not easy to reach this level."

"No, the movements are deadlocked, the moves are rigid, and they just repeat routines. I don't think they have any qualifications." Qiu Chuji is an expert, so he can see clearly.

"Yes, what Master taught is true." Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and backed away, not too disappointed. Qiu Chuji was always strict, except for praising Yang Guo that night, he also praised any disciple from outside.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing looked around at Yang Guo in the corner, the boy was looking around on crutches.

Zhao Zhijing just smiled - today, I will destroy your halo completely, and make you look like that little servant again.

In Quanzhen, whoever Zhao Zhijing wanted to praise would be popular, and whoever he wanted to suppress would die!
Yin Zhiping beside him was calm and calm, and he only praised: "Brother Zhao, Lu Qingdu has improved a lot, this year's first seat is guaranteed!"

Zhao Zhijing didn't take it seriously, this junior has always been so kind, and it was hidden deeper than anyone else, so he immediately declined repeatedly: "Hehe, junior is overrated, who knows that you have put all your heart and soul into cultivating your disciples, and never showed it."

"Where, where, my disciples are all incompetent..." Yin Zhiping's words were true. Zhao Zhijing snatched all his good disciples, and his subordinates were all dudes who relied on connections, so they couldn't be cultivated.

For some reason, a thought flashed in his mind, if Yang Guo was under his command, what would happen...

But then he shook his head, don't touch this hot potato, and asked, "I wonder if Yang Guo has improved recently?"

"Him?!" Zhao Zhijing just smiled, "This disciple is rebellious, he is dishonest in memorizing some basic classics, and he has no heart to practice martial arts at all."

Yin Zhiping's heart tightened when he heard this, but he was relieved immediately.

Zhao Zhijing obviously hasn't passed on Yang Guo's heart method yet, he is afraid that Yang Guo will show his kung fu and his elders will find out.But after thinking about it, it's only been three days and Mao can't practice, so he doesn't worry anymore.

As Lu Qingdu dropped the long sword from Shipanlian's hand, the winner of the first match had been decided.

"Brother Lu's swordsmanship is superb, Qing Le is ashamed, I admire it!" Zhao Qingle performed well, panting and sweating profusely, his face was full of admiration and excitement.

Lu Qingdu smiled and lifted his shitpan face: "Junior brother is serious, learn from each other and make progress together. Today I also learned a lot from my junior brother's swordsmanship, let me go!!!"
What a loving love scene between brothers and sisters.

After that, there were seven or eight groups of chess games, which was much more exciting than the "deer poop battle".

"Is this a martial arts competition!" Qiu Chuji praised, "Why so much nonsense."

After the end of the ninth group of games, Qiu Chuji was enjoying watching, and quickly announced the tenth group to come up: "Yuan Qingfang, Yang Guo."

Yuan Qingfang was naturally Lu Duqing's think tank, this grouping was specially arranged by him, after all, he was still a little confused about Yang Guo's details, this first match, he was testing the waters first.

Winning is showing the limelight, losing is also finding out Yang Guo's reality and making contributions to Lu Qingdu.

Fang Xian just took a limping step, and shouted at Qiu Chuji, "Daoist Qiu, I sprained my ankle."

Seeing Yang Guo's cynical look, Qiu Chuji was dissatisfied immediately, and shouted: "What a coincidence, your lightness kung fu is quite good, how could you twist your foot so easily?"

"Yeah, who twisted it?" Fang Xian scratched his head and sighed.

Qiu Chuji snorted, and made jokes in this big scene, this kid is too flamboyant after all, he should be taught some lessons.

"If you sprain your ankle, you still have to fight. If the man is alive, you have to have the backbone to lose. Come up!"

Fang Xian could only nod his head, and walked up slowly on crutches.

"Hmph, you're pretending to be logical, but you're using your efforts in the wrong place." Qiu Chuji looked at his steps and sighed silently. It must be that this kid is not advanced in martial arts, and he just wanted to find an excuse for losing in the martial arts competition.

"Yuan Qingfang!" Qiu Chuji ordered, "Regardless of whether Yang Guo is injured or not, you should go all out and not insult your master."

"The Taoist priest taught me the lesson!" Yuan Qingfang was delighted, and now she let go.

Waiting for Fang Xian to walk slowly into the arena, the martial arts competition was announced to begin.

Yuan Qingfang acted cautiously, and did not rush over immediately, but just waited and watched from a distance.

Fang Xian walked to the field, silently closed his eyes, and began to chant something in his mouth. He was full of energy, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Tao can be Tao, very Tao; name can be named, very famous..."

Everyone was stunned, why is this kid memorizing the "Tao Te Ching" on stage?

But Yang Guo only cared about reciting the words, speaking faster and faster without stuttering, his skill was daunting.

Zhao Zhijing immediately understood what this kid meant. Was He acting complaining about his own education methods? He immediately clenched his fists with unspeakable resentment.

Ma Yu listened to his reciting, it was not wrong at all, he just smiled and said: "No matter how good Yang Guo's kung fu is, he has memorized this sutra well enough, I'm afraid no one in the younger generation can surpass him."

Although Qiu Chuji was shocked when he heard it, the dissatisfaction in his heart was even greater.

He had the same opinion as Zhao Zhijing. Obviously, Yang Guo was dissatisfied with his education methods, and he slapped himself in public with practical actions, and he was powerless to defend himself...

Yuan Qingfang saw Zhao Zhijing and Qiu Chuji's dissatisfaction with a sideways glance, and immediately rushed away with a sword - the longer Yang Guo reads, the more embarrassing Zhao Zhijing will be, and he must end it quickly.

When the sword struck, Fang Xian used his crutches as a fulcrum, flipped over, and fell back to the original place without any injuries.The sutra in his mouth did not stop at all.

Yuan Qingfang felt like being fooled, and immediately slashed again.

Fang Xian closed his eyes, leaned over lightly and avoided it easily, he had already recited the Tao Te Ching for less than half, and there was still not a single flaw.

Just like that, Yuan Qingfang forced her away with every move, Fang Xian kept her eyes closed, and just heard the wind, she easily resolved it. From the beginning to the end, the crutch remained on the ground, and her breath was even.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Whether it's memorizing the scriptures or playing with the body, they are all so calm and breezy, both calm and elegant, it is really hard to understand where Yang Guo's good fortune came from.

What the experts saw was even more real, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen looked at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't understand why.Yang Guo's dodging movements are very natural, there is no trace of half-truth kung fu, it seems to be done casually, there is no routine at all.

The most important thing is that ordinary people dodge more and more like this, at least they have to be a little out of breath, but Yang Guo's breathing is not disturbed, and he finished memorizing a Tao Te Ching smoothly!
On the other side, Zhao Qingfang tried his best to touch Yang Guo, and he tried several times to cut directly at the fulcrum of the crutch, but he was directly pushed back by an internal force, making it difficult to shake the crutch.He naturally didn't believe that Yang Guo's internal energy was transcendent, he only thought that the walking stick was a great weapon.

"Yang Guo...do you want to fight..." Zhao Qingfang asked out of breath, wiping away her sweat.

After Fang Xian finished reciting, he slowly opened his eyes: "Brother, I am using Taoism to influence you. As martial arts practitioners, we must first cultivate our character before practicing martial arts. We just need to compare our character. Whoever has the best character wins." .”

"Yang Guo!!!" Qiu Chuji's face was flushed, how could he not be able to hear that he was scolding himself, and immediately stood up and cursed, "Are you deliberately confronting me?!!"

(End of this chapter)