There is such a Sanxian

"It seems that you are quite good, kid."

Rambutan heard about the little black horse at noon, and now he is not as contemptuous of Wang Xiaoji as before, but there is still a bit of contempt in his tone.

There are also many people with strong spiritual barriers, but they are all older than this child.

Besides, in terms of strength, it still depends on fighting skills, and the psychic barrier is only a protective cover.

What is the use of defending without attacking?

Being able to enter the semi-finals can only be said that he was lucky to meet such a weak opponent as Ye Liuer.

"Are you two ready?" The referee glanced at his watch.

The two people on the stage nodded.

The referee didn't bother to read the previous paragraph, and said directly: "The match begins."

Rambutan glanced at the audience: "I will give you three tricks."

Why do so many people like to use this pretentious sentence?And why is it always three strokes?

"Hey, can't you use six moves? 666 is so auspicious!"

Wang Xiaoji was stunned, what did I just say?

His opponent and the audience were also dumbfounded.

This child obviously has a well-behaved and innocent face... Coupled with this mean tone, there is always a great contrast.

"Like a teacher, there must be a disciple..."

Taotie, who was standing outside as an audience, let out a sigh.

Zhu Wu held his forehead: "No, Xiaoji will never say such a thing..."

Jingyuan sneered, and dialed a number with her mobile phone: "Xie'er, are you free? Well, okay, then you go to my temple now, yes, right now."

Taotie suddenly realized, and gave Jingyuan a thumbs up.

But you are considered a traitor, right?

No, looking at it from another angle, maybe it can also be said that it is borrowing a knife to draw people...

Rambutan recovered from his bewilderment: "Okay, six moves are six. Please."

I...I want to say that I didn't seem to say that sentence just now!

Wang Xiaoji wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain.I had no choice but to awkwardly pick up Hanzhang and stroke the air twice.

There were no waves in the air, and there was no light that could shred potatoes.

He used knives in the first two levels of the dungeon.

And in the last level, although a dagger is used, what can be practiced is how to fight back!

How should this dagger take the initiative to attack?

"Are you playing monkey?"

Seeing his ridiculously awkward actions, Rambutan felt that the kid was either an idiot, or he was deliberately teasing people.

Wang Xiaoji scratched his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, why don't you invite me first."

Rambutan was speechless, and slashed at him with the knife.

"See, I'll just say he's not a good person, he's so rude to children."

Gray Cloak's voice came from the audience.

The audience was holding their breath to watch the battle, and his words were so loud that everyone could hear them.

Rambutan's knife was deflected to the side: "Referee, I apply to silence the audience."

Before the referee could speak, Gray Cloak said, "No, the audience has the right to speak."

The referee used the small book in his hand as a gavel, and tapped on the armrest of the chair: "The objection is valid, and the appeal is dismissed."

Rambutan glanced at the auditorium, took a deep breath, swung the knife sharply, and three arcs of light flew towards Wang Xiaoji.

Melee attacks say I'm rough, so long-distance is gentle enough, right? !

In Wang Xiaoji's eyes, the three arcs are three rows of potatoes.

He held Hanzhang and quickly drew the word "N" in front of him.

The arc shattered on the ground and turned into blades...but these blades were all charred black.

"As expected of a treasure." Rambutan looked at the Hanzhang in Wang Xiaoji's hand appreciatively, "If you don't have it, can you beat me by yourself?"

Wang Xiaoji shook his head honestly.

"Then do you think that Hanzhang alone can defeat me?" Rambutan sneered and launched a melee attack again.

He pointed the knife at Wang Xiaoji and recited a mantra.

Seven light blades of different colors appeared in front of Wang Xiaoji's eyes.

Before he could make a move, the seven light blades gathered together suddenly, turned into a big white knife, and slashed straight at him.

Wang Xiaoji held Hanzhang in front of him, and at the moment when the big knife was about to touch Hanzhang, he took Hanzhang back, and at the same time quickly took a step back, and while the big knife was sinking, aimed at the knife A sharp side stab.

A crack immediately appeared on the tip of the knife, and slowly spread towards the handle.

After a few seconds, it shattered into slag.

Rambutan didn't care about his own image anymore, he rushed over with a knife in his hand and resumed his melee attack.

This... what should I do?Wang Xiaoji bit the bullet and dodged in a hurry.

After hiding several times, I still couldn't escape.Wang Xiaoji could only hold Hanzhang with both hands and go up to receive the move.

At the moment when the two cold weapons collided, Hanzhang suddenly turned into a knife.

"Do you want to win?"

A voice suddenly sounded in Wang Xiaoji's mind.

"..."

Wang Xiaoji thought of the plot in the fantasy novel, and asked: "Are you Hanzhang? Or a monster? Or myself? Or a so-called fairy?"

The voice didn't answer, and repeated: "Do you want to win?"

"Thinking about it, but I know I can't win."

"Xiaoji, get out of the way!"

Gaze?Wang Xiaoji shuddered, and his scattered consciousness concentrated.

As soon as he regained his focus, he was taken aback by the blade that was cutting towards him rapidly.

It turned out that rambutan took advantage of his distraction to launch a new round of attacks.

Wang Xiaoji hurriedly used Han Zhang who had turned into a knife to block in front of him, hoping to find a chance to strike back later.

It's a pity that the rambutan was very serious this time, and his strength was extremely ruthless, and he didn't give Wang Xiaoji a chance to fight back.

Wang Xiaoji was kicked back several steps by him and almost fell off the stage.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Rambutan asked, "Do you admit defeat?"

Wang Xiaoji shook his head with difficulty.

This kid is quite stubborn.

The rambutan increased his strength, Hanzhang began to hum, and the voice sounded again: "What am I clinging to?"

Yes, what am I obsessed with?Don't you know you can't win?Don't you care about winning or losing?Don't you care about nothing?

Wang Xiaoji's eyes were blank, and the strength in his hands gradually dissipated.

Hanzhang fell to the ground.

What's wrong with this kid?

Rambutan's knife almost hit Wang Xiaoji's face, he hurriedly retracted the knife and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Time is up, the game is over." The referee shouted.

Does time go by so fast?Wang Xiaoji shook his head: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over to pick up Hanzhang, then walked off the stage with his head down.

Jia Ze broke free from the arms of the fourth princess of Baihai, and said to Wang Xiaoji: "Go, I will fight back for you! You must win!"

As he said that, he was about to run to the stage.

"No, if you lose, you lose. It's nothing." Wang Xiaoji held him back.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you." Gray Shirt also came over, "Just wait and see the final."

Wang Xiaoji nodded with a smile, and was about to say "yes" when he suddenly felt a severe pain in his left hand. When he lifted it up, he found that his hand had been cut at some point, and the blood was dripping down.

Blood?No, not blood, how could blood be purple?Wang Xiaoji stretched out his right hand to touch the purple liquid.

But my head felt dizzy, and my body fell backwards involuntarily...

"What are you obsessed with?"

"What do you care about?"

"To him, what am I, after all?"

Three questions sounded one after another.

Why is that voice again?Wang Xiaoji sat up and looked at the many statues around him...

Is it night now?I went back to Qiyuguan?

He stood up and scanned his surroundings. Those statues looked familiar, and their arrangement seemed to be no different from that of Qiyu Temple.

"Gaze?" Wang Xiaoji shouted, he thought that Gaze should be by his side.

There was still silence all around.

"In that case..."

The voice came out again.

Wang Xiaoji frowned: "Who are you?"

"It's better to burn it with a torch, it's more enjoyable."

As soon as the man finished speaking, all the idols suddenly fell down, and several flames burst out from the corner, jumping up and down in the room.

The fire spread quickly in the house, and Wang Xiaoji coughed heavily from the smoke, covered his mouth and ran out the door.

A girder fell and barred his way.

Real shit.

Wang Xiaoji coughed and turned his head to climb the window, but a ball of flames half a person's height burst out in front of his feet.

The window eaves were also engulfed in flames.

If this is real, I should be burned to death, right?

"Follow me." A white figure suddenly appeared not far from him.

It should not be the owner of the previous voice.

Although both voices were male, the former one was deep and hoarse, while this man's voice was clear and gentle.

The difference is quite obvious.

Wang Xiaoji somehow felt that he must have come to save him, so he walked over obediently.

Strange to say, although there was fire at the place where the man was, the fire was not strong, and when Wang Xiaoji walked towards him, the fire on the ground disappeared unexpectedly.

"who are you?"

Wang Xiaoji raised his head to see the man's face clearly, but the man turned around, kept a distance from him, and led him to a dark place.

Wang Xiaoji followed that person step by step, from the burning room to another space.

This space is a bit like the copy of the Eight Immortals Cave, completely black.Only the man in white was shining.

Kind of like a guide butterfly.

"Did Taoist Master Jingyuan ask you to come?"

Wang Xiaoji once saw Jingyuan's guide butterfly in the dark night, now looking at the figure of that person's back, he couldn't help but wonder if it was a guide butterfly in human form.

Or a cardboard guy?No, the paper figure is not so three-dimensional, and it is also fluttering in white.

Well, this man is wearing an ancient costume, with a silver crown and his hair tied up. From time to time, a breeze blows by, gently lifting his hair and the corners of his clothes...

Could it be a fairy?

Another bold idea popped up in Wang Xiaoji's mind, but he quickly denied it again.

The man didn't answer and continued walking.

After a while, it seemed to come to the end of this space.

The surrounding darkness became lighter, and some trees could be vaguely seen on both sides.

After another walk, the darkness had completely disappeared.

This is a boulevard.Tall and lush sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the road is full of fallen leaves. You can hear the sound of dead leaves breaking when you step on it.

The man stopped in his tracks: "Here we are."

After speaking, he disappeared.

"and many more!"

Wang Xiaoji opened his eyes, but kept his hand outstretched.

Jia Ze's face was in front of him, and he blinked: "What are you waiting for?"

So is it really a dream?

Or, illusion?

Wang Xiaoji lifted the blanket: "Where is this?"

"The rest center of the venue is so shabby!"

It's not very shabby here, is it?

Very clean and tidy...

The so-called rest center is actually a big white tent with a set of sofas and a coffee table inside.

Wang Xiaoji was lying on the big sofa in the middle, there was no one else in the rest center except him and Jia Ze.

"Is the game over?" Wang Xiaoji stood up.

"I don't know," Jia Ze picked up a bag of biscuits from the tea table and opened it, "I've been watching you here all this time!"

Just as she was talking, the fourth princess of Baihai opened the curtain: "Huh?! Xiaoji, you're awake!"

Wang Xiaoji greeted him: "Auntie, is the game over?"

"Yeah, it's all over, we've all finished picking up trash!"

Picking up... Picking up trash?

Well, I promised Taoist Master Jingyuan to be a volunteer...

"Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"It's nothing." The fourth princess of Baihai shrugged, "Don't think so much."

Wang Xiaoji smiled: "Then... who is the first prize?"

Rambutan?

The fourth princess of Baihai helped him straighten the little hair on his forehead: "Zheng Lingyi, that's the goose seller."

It's him?Wang Xiaoji couldn't help showing a smile, did this gray shirt really "revenge" me?

"Let me tell you! This guy is super fun! He actually proposed at the awards ceremony! Hahahahaha! Use the Taoming Ring as an engagement ring hahahahahaha!"

Ask... to propose?

"Little Yuer, don't you want to be a lady? How come you are still so unrestrained when you smile?" Taotie came in with two foam boxes in his arms and put them on the ground, then greeted Wang Xiaoji and Jia Ze: "Hello, children, are you hungry? Let's eat something!"

Who is this?

"I'm wrong, ladies are not fun!" The fourth princess of Baihai introduced Taotie on her arm, "Xiaoji, this is Brother Tao, Brother Taozi's eldest brother! Oh, you have to call him Uncle Tao."

"Hello, Uncle Tao."

"I don't have such a foodie brother." Zhu Wu, who followed behind, was full of disgust.

If he hadn't stopped him, Taotie would have almost bought all the snacks on the street...

"This is mine!" Jia Ze opened the foam box above and took out a bag of fried chicken legs for his own.

"Little nephew looks like me!" Taotie laughed loudly, then looked at Wang Xiaoji again: "My nephew and daughter-in-law come to eat too!"

Nephew... nephew and daughter-in-law... Wang Xiaoji held his forehead.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain.

"Hey, where is Daoist Yunchuan?"

Wang Xiaoji felt that he was missing a person.

"His car at seven o'clock in the evening has already gone back to pack his luggage."

"He, did he leave so soon?"

"That's right! By the way, Xiaoji, do you want to take the same bus with Taoist Master Yunchuan tonight? Or take another bus home tomorrow morning?" Zhu Wu asked.

Go home... where is there a home to go back to?

Wang Xiaoji lowered his head: "Are we going back so soon?"

"Well, after all, the day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

That's right, Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of reunion.

"Then Uncle Taozi, are you going home for the holidays too?"

Zhu Wu nodded slowly: "Well, we all have to go home...your master has already left..."

What? !He was put down by Daoist Jingyuan?

Wang Xiaoji suddenly raised his head: "Master, Master, he left first?! Why?!"

"What else could be the reason? I forget my friends when I see sex. Oh, for you, it's a disciple who forgets when I see sex." Taotie ate the chicken fillet and complained for Wang Xiaoji: "It's hard for you to have such a master who forgets how to see sex. Do you want to worship another master? Like me."

"Come on, you are not much better. Shen Sanque is sex, you are food." Zhu Wu said that these two are not good things, and said to Wang Xiaoji: "It doesn't matter if he is not here, I will put you two together." Sent it back."

"I..." Wang Xiaoji lowered his eyes, "I don't want to go back."

"I'll be where Xiaoji is!" Jia Ze interjected without raising his head.

"Great! Then my aunt will take you to grandpa's house tomorrow!" The fourth princess of Baihai was busy sharing the second box of snacks with Jia Ze, and she was very excited when she heard that the two children didn't want to go back.

"Xiao Yu, don't mess around." Zhu Wu said seriously, then turned his head and said softly to Wang Xiaoji, "No, your mother will be worried."

"No, I...I really don't want to go back. Uncle Taozi, can you lend me your mobile phone to call me?"

As Wang Xiaoji spoke, the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.

This... why do children cry without warning!

Chu Wu was stunned, not knowing how to react at all.

Taotie chewed the pistachio nuts, took out the phone from his pocket: "Use mine!"

Wang Xiaoji thanked him and walked out with his mobile phone (crossed out: never came back).

After a while, he walked in frowning: "She wants to talk to the teacher..."

Fortunately, Zhu Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and persuaded: "So you still..."

"I'll do it." Taotie put a handful of almonds into his mouth, motioning for Wang Xiaoji to bring the phone.

Wang Xiaoji hesitated for a while, then dialed Li Yunchun's number again and handed it to Taotie.

Taotie cleared his throat: "Hello, is this Xiaoji's mother? Yes, I am. No, I haven't changed it. This is my other mobile phone."

Old... teacher's voice...

Wang Xiaoji was stunned.

"Well, we are in Yinglian's Xiaying Villa. Oh, that's right, there is a Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival in this villa, which is quite grand. So the children want to stay and have a look and join in the fun. The plan is to return on the 7th , OK, don’t worry, I promise to send your son back safely. It’s not hard, it’s all due. Okay, goodbye.”

Taotie waved to Wang Xiaoji: "Xiaoji, your mother still wants to tell you a few words."

Wang Xiaoji took the phone in a daze, listened to Li Yunchun's instructions, said "Yes", and hung up the phone.

"Is Uncle Tao also an exorcist?"

He could actually change his voice... and he imitated it perfectly... although his tone was more serious than the teacher's.

Taotie recovered his voice: "Yes, haha, am I stronger than your master?"

"Now comes the question, Xiao Ji, if you and Jia Ze are not going back, where are you going?"

Zhu Wu glared at Tao Tie, and asked you to intervene indiscriminately, now you don't know how it will end, don't you?You can't take them to heaven, can you?

"Brother Taozi, just let them go with me! Grandpa's house has the latest game console!" The fourth princess of Baihai put her arms around Jia Ze and said, "Ga Ze wants to go too! Right!"

Jia Ze took a sip of coconut juice and nodded vigorously.

"I told you not to mess around..." Zhuo Wu felt helpless.

There is an extra grandson and grandson-in-law out of nowhere, so it's no wonder that Dragon King Bai Hai doesn't get mad.

And he doesn't want to see Shen Sanque even more than Jingyuan...

"Why don't you think about Jingyuan?" Taotie sat on the sofa and peeled a banana, "He spends the Mid-Autumn Festival alone every year."

Wu Wu was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

It turns out that Daoist Jingyuan also...

Yes, he seems to have been living alone in the Taoist temple.

When I lived with him before, I didn't see any friends from him...

Wang Xiaoji hurriedly said to Jia Ze: "Then let's stay in Qiyu Temple and accompany Taoist Jingyuan!"

Compared to sleeping in the deserted Taoist temple without wifi and computers all day long, Jia Ze would of course want to go to the house of the fourth princess of Baihai to play game consoles, but seeing Wang Xiaoji's determined look, he knew that he would definitely not be able to hold back him , so he nodded with a bitter face.

So is this trying to put "empty-nesters" and "left-behind children" together?

That's right, warming each other is better than standing alone in the yard watching the moon.

Chu Wu nodded, so be it.