Evergreen Immortal

"Hiss, his surname is Jiang. He's handsome."

"Don't mess with this boy."

Li Rui touched his chin.

According to rumors, Jiang Linxian is about 40 years old, and his appearance is really frightening. It is said that when he was young, he charmed many female disciples in Huaqing Sect. Later, he married young, but his wife died of dystocia, and he never married again.

It's simply the template of the protagonist.

Of course, Li Rui didn't care about these at all.

He just wanted to see if he could find some insights from Jiang Linxian, a man of seven shapes.

On the stage.

Zhang Zhixian stood up first, took two steps at a time, and trotted all the way to greet him: "Elder Jiang, you are finally here. I, Zhang Linkang, have heard of your great name for a long time. Now I see that you are really majestic and outstanding."

Jiang Linxian looked at Zhang Zhixian with a smile.

"This person has a good eloquence."

Zhang Zhixian led the way, and Jiang Linxian finally sat in the middle position slowly.

Jiang Yan finally felt relieved when she saw her father show up on time.

With Jiang Linxian's temperament, she was really worried that her father would suddenly stand her up.

"Elder Jiang, you've had a hard journey. I've prepared some autumn tea. Would you like to have a cup first?"

As he spoke, he winked at his subordinates not far away and didn't mention the competition at all.

Huaqing Sect's accepting disciples is a public matter.

As long as it looks good, it's fine.

But drinking tea is a private matter, which is what really helps him get promoted.

Have a cup of tea and chat.

Isn't that how opportunities come about?

Seeing that the Magistrate Zhang in front of him didn't mention the competition at all, Jiang Linxian had to interrupt: "No, it's getting late, we have to start earlier."

"Then do as Elder Jiang wants."

The Magistrate looked at him.

Li Xiancheng coughed lightly: "The competition begins, please invite the Tongsheng."

Tongsheng was originally the name of the imperial examination. Every year, the Huaqing Sect's disciple competition was hosted by the government. It became a habit to call them back and forth.

As soon as the voice fell.

A clerk led the three people to the stage.

Zhang Zhixian smiled more.

Originally, according to the previous practice, the quota for Huaqing Sect's disciples should be selected from Qinghe and the three surrounding counties.

This year, because Qinghe had made great contributions in the encirclement and suppression of the Ghost Sect, the quota was allocated to Qinghe.

A Huaqing Sect disciple in the county was a big deal that could be reported to the government office.

A political achievement for free.

He was naturally happy to see it happen.

Jiang Linxian looked at Zhong Lei, then at the two young men, and immediately knew what was going on.

A runner-up.

Jiang Yan had already told him about the matter.

Huaqing Sect has its own rules, and age is a red line that cannot be crossed.

Even at the age of 35, it is still too old.

The root bone path has been determined. Even if there is a will to cultivate, it is difficult to have a great future.

Cultivate from the eighth grade to the seventh grade.

What's the use?

Huaqing Sect is not short of a seventh-grade warrior. What it needs is a master who has the potential to become the pillar of the sect. Other than that, the rest are loyal workers.

No matter from which angle, Zhong Lei does not meet the requirements.

Although Jiang Linxian is unruly, he actually takes rules very seriously.

The reason why he gives people such a feeling.

That is because he has reached the state of following the rules in every move, and has reached the state of following his heart without breaking the rules.

He looked at Han Qin on the side: "Xiao Han, right, you go up and compete with these three people."

"Yes."

Han Qin clasped his fists and walked forward with a sword.

Huaqing Sect accepts disciples to see actual combat, but it does not only see actual combat.

After all, the contestants are of different ages, and the martial arts realm is naturally very different. Huaqing Sect wants potential geniuses, not reckless men who can fight.

It is not appropriate to fight each other, so usually a senior brother from Huaqing Sect will take turns to fight with others.

"Three, who will go first?"

Han Qin smiled gently.

He Wenxuan and Liu Tong, disciples of the Blood Tiger Gang, looked at each other and hesitated. Han Qin was already an eighth-rank, and the two of them were only ninth-rank, so the gap between the two sides was too big.

"I'll do it!"

While the two hesitated, Zhong Lei took a big step forward.

The double hammers on his waist were already in his hands, and his fighting spirit rose.

"Please."

Han Qin still looked gentle and elegant, and slowly drew out his long sword.

"I'm sorry!"

Zhong Lei shouted in a low voice, rushed forward, and in an instant the giant hammer had been swung and smashed towards Han Qin's crown.

Han Qin's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Weapons are dead, people are alive, and it's not weapons that can break hundreds of weapons, but people!"

Li Rui's words floated in Han Qin's ears.

Draw the sword!

Han Qin changed his usual graceful and agile Luoying sword moves and squatted down.

He actually went directly under Zhong Lei's crotch.

At the same time, the sword blade cut a big hole in Zhong Lei's trouser leg.

"What kind of move is this?"

The Huaqing Sect disciples present were dumbfounded. Why didn't they remember that this Senior Brother Han had such a low-level move.

Zhong Lei frowned and looked at his trouser leg.

The sword just now seemed shameless, although it was indeed shameless, but it was also extremely fierce. If this sword stabbed under the crotch, he would become a eunuch.

Cold sweat ran down.

"The Huaqing Sect's high disciple is really powerful. Zhong is willing to admit defeat."

Zhong Lei was also free and easy and decisively admitted defeat.

Han Qin was a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

He didn't want to do it either.

But Li Rui's words echoed in his ears like a spell, and he really couldn't help it.

Jiang Linxian's mouth corners slightly raised:

"The Luo Ying Sword is just a girl's sword, but it makes this kid act like a man. Not bad, not bad."

I heard Jiang Linxian’s comment.

No one dared to agree.

The reputation of Luoying Swordsmanship is not small in Huaqing Sect, and only Jiang Linxian dares to comment on it like this.

Zhong Lei lost.

He Wenxuan gritted his teeth and took a step forward: "Master, please teach me."

"bring it on."

Han Qin nodded.

This time, having learned from the past, he would be much gentler when using his sword.

After more than twenty moves with He Wenxuan, he knocked the long sword from the opponent's hand with one strike.

He Wenxuan looked at the sword that fell to the ground.

He took a deep breath and cupped his fists: "Master's swordsmanship is exquisite, I admire you."

Only by experiencing it personally can one know how powerful Han Qin's swordsmanship is.

It's not like he hasn't competed with the eighth-grade swordsmanship masters in the gang, and the feeling is very different.

"Dazong's background is really extraordinary."

He Wenxuan felt even more nervous, and the idea of ​​joining the Huaqing Sect became even more intense.

"It's your turn."

Han Qin looked at Liu Tong with a smile.

Liu Tong took a deep breath and cupped his fists: "Master, please."

For this big competition.

He was well prepared, and even his brother-in-law Zhang Yang specially fed him the moves for a full month, and his sword skills improved a lot.

Like He Wenxuan before, Han Qin's swordsmanship was deliberately slowed down a lot.

Liu Tong's Tiger Ben knife makes him look stylish.

He can barely resist.

After thirty moves.

Defeated.

The competition is over.

There were many martial arts masters in the audience who were amazed by the exquisite swordsmanship of Han Qin, a disciple of the Huaqing Sect.

Zhang Zhixian coughed lightly:

"Elder Jiang, do you have someone you like?"