The master who wears books is below

The competition was still going on like a fire like tea, and every arena was surrounded by many young disciples cheering and cheering.

"Cousin, where are you going?"

"Looking for Master"

On Chu Ziqing's way to find Liu Yihan, there will always be a stumbling block like Chu Nanqiao.

This time, it was Chu Ziqing who tried to find No.20 of his master again, but as expected, she was still held back by Chu Nanqiao, who said to her contemptuously, "Cousin Is it still a baby? Do you want to find milk after a while?"

Inexplicably, upon hearing this sentence, Chu Ziqing's face blushed, and he didn't know what he was imagining.

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Nanqiao saw a suspicious blush on her cousin's face, and then looked at Chu Ziqing with a puzzled face, and asked, "Cousin, why are you blushing?"

"Hot weather"

"It's not hot, why would a cultivator feel it's hot?"

Chu Ziqing didn't continue to answer, and Chu Nanqiao didn't continue to ask.

At this time, a man with a simple and honest face came to the ring, just when Chu Ziqing felt that the man looked familiar, Chu Nanqiao who was at the side said, "Isn't this the boy who was carrying pots and pans at the foot of the mountain that day? "

Chu Ziqing took a closer look, only to find that it was the young Zhang Shuhe who climbed to the top of the stone steps with the hero.

Zhang Shuhe joined the sect of the Second Elder, majoring in alchemy, but his swordsmanship is also impressive, and his opponent is a swordsman.

As soon as the sword cultivator came to the stage, he had a sense of arrogance. He seemed to look down on Danxiu who had no fighting power. Zhang Shuhe left.

Although Zhang Shuhe is a alchemy cultivator, his swordsmanship is also very good. He is holding a long black sword in his hand, and the blade seems to have a scorching aura.

The man wanted to solve the battle quickly, so he used his sword quickly and ruthlessly. However, he met the slow-tempered Zhang Shuhe.

But after a while, Jianxiu's face turned pale and his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, while Zhang Shuhe's face was flushed, because he was holding a pill to restore spiritual power in his hand, and he stuffed it into his mouth as if he didn't want money.

Apparently the outcome was decided, and when the sword cultivator's spiritual power was exhausted, he was kicked off the ring.

The sword cultivator had an unhappy expression on his face, and when he left, he was still cursing. Seeing him like this, the surrounding disciples couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted at him, "I can't afford to lose, I can't afford to lose!"

After listening, the sword cultivator ran away with his tail between his legs.

Afterwards, Zhang Shuhe got off the ring and walked towards Chu Ziqing and the two of them.

"Thank you two senior sisters"

Zhang Shuhe looked at the puzzled faces of the two, and then explained, "I was at the foot of the mountain that day, thank you two senior sisters for helping me out."

After hearing what he said, Chu Nanqiao seemed to be suddenly enlightened. She reached out and patted Zhang Shuhe's shoulder grandly, and said proudly, "It's okay."

Scratching his head, Zhang Shuhe looked at a loss.

Suddenly there were many female cultivators cheering and jumping around, and when Chu Ziqing raised his head and turned to the ring, it happened that Wen Yuan was standing above him.

Wen Yuan stood on the ring, with a slender figure, wearing a white robe embroidered with gold silk, his hair tied up with a white jade hairpin, holding a silver long sword in his hand, just standing there, he has the aura of a nobleman.

He was also fighting against a man, and that man acted as if I couldn't beat him when he entered the ring.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother" cheered even more joyfully.

Senior brother Wen Yuanwen, the party involved, ignored the female cultivators, but glanced at Chu Ziqing in the audience before turning around and leaving.

Soon it was Chu Ziqing's turn to compete. The two headed to the ring, and Zhang Shuhe followed behind.

When Chu Ziqing came to the stage, her opponent was already waiting there.

Most of Guiyizong's disciples are sword cultivators, and spells, pills, and formations are a little less popular, and at this time, standing in front of Chu Ziqing is an unpopular formation major man.

The man is tall and thin, wearing a black solid suit, with a red belt tied around his waist, and a red belt on his head, standing crookedly, with a bohemian appearance.

The man smiled frivolously at Chu Ziqing and said, "Little beauty, call me brother and I will let you go."

As soon as the words fell, the man in red on the ring suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness, and thought to himself, "What's going on in this hot day?" Before he had time to think about it, Chu Ziqing's sword energy had already arrived in front of him.

The sword energy had already reached his chest, but seeing the man take two steps back unhurriedly and throwing a flag, the sharp sword energy stopped in front of his eyes instantly, and stopped moving forward.

At this time, Chu Ziqing felt that there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, which was between himself and the man.

Chu Ziqing raised his sword and turned behind the man, but it was strange that whenever the sword energy was about to approach the man, it would suddenly stop in place.

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, as if he felt that the time was almost up, and then another flag appeared in his hand, and he waved it towards Chu Ziqing.

At this time, a white mist rose from the side of the man. The speed of the white mist was so fast that it covered the entire arena in just one breath, and then the two of them hid together in the white mist.

The disciples in the audience might not be able to see clearly what was going on inside, but Liu Yihan and the others on the stage could see clearly that his little disciple was trapped in the illusion again.

A sense of dizziness came, and when Chu Ziqing opened his eyes again, he found himself in a white mist. The white mist gradually dissipated, and what appeared in Chu Ziqing's eyes was gradually forgotten. Orphanage waiting.

"Xiao Qing, come and eat quickly"

In the room, there was a familiar call. Chu Ziqing looked into the room. It was the dean's aunt. She was exactly the same as in memory, gentle and kind.

At this time, Chu Ziqing was completely an outsider. She watched her skinny and dark self run into the house when she was a child.

She followed her into the house, the house was still the same, dilapidated but very cozy, a long table was filled with radish heads like hers, and there were only two plates of pickles on the table besides a large bowl of porridge.

The dean's aunt loves her very much, she will give her food, and will secretly stuff her with sugar.

The children ate very quickly, but after a while, the bowl had already bottomed out. After eating, the group of little radish heads helped the dean and auntie clean up the kitchen, and then ran to the open space outside in groups to finish.

Then, Chu Ziqing watched his childhood self run to the corner alone, holding a small bamboo stick, and squatting on the ground to count ants.

When she was a child, Chu Ziqing was withdrawn and sensitive. The children in the orphanage were unwilling to play with her, but she had forgotten the specific reason. What she vaguely remembered was that they seemed to call her a monster.

Chu Ziqing stood behind him when he was a child, watching her squatting on the ground, counting ants one after another, from day to night, from childhood to adulthood.

Regarding her life in modern times, it would take only two lines to seriously describe it. She grew up in an orphanage, and she had no friends around her, only an aunt who watched her grow up.

Because of her own withdrawn personality, no one adopted her.

Later, she grew up, and the dean and aunt also got old. In the end, the orphanage was also demolished and a building was built.

She went to high school on the aid of social people, and then worked part-time to finish the whole university.

After graduating from university, she joined a small company and received a moderate salary. Later, the dean's aunt left and the orphanage disappeared. She rented a small house for ten years.

If it wasn't for her reading that book and transmigrating into it, I'm afraid she would end up alone all her life.

Closing your eyes, those fragments of modern memory slowly began to glue together in your mind.

Laughing at herself, Chu Ziqing closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist. To be honest, there was really nothing in her life that made her nostalgic. Fortunately, in the end, she had a new home and parents who loved her. , but also the master she likes.

When she opened her eyes again, she had already returned to the arena. At the moment when the illusion was shattered, the man in red spat out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, the white mist on the arena slowly dissipated.

"Thank you" Chu Ziqing said to the man, thank him for reminding her of the memory she had forgotten.

The man looked up at her, with a vague expression on his face. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but looking around, he seemed to be jealous of people's eyes, so he didn't continue to speak, but stepped off the stage directly.

"Cousin, you are so powerful. I heard that Song Yicheng's formation is particularly difficult to break." As soon as Chu Ziqing stepped off the ring, Chu Nanqiao hugged her arm and praised her.

"No, he didn't do anything" Indeed, in the illusion, Song Yicheng had thousands of ways to hurt her, but he didn't do anything, instead he let her break the illusion.

Chu Ziqing looked at Song Yicheng's leaving back and thought to himself, "This person is not mentioned in the original book, so is he a cannon fodder?"

Before he could figure it out, Chu Ziqing was dragged away by Chu Nanqiao and returned to the high platform.

"Master"

Liu Yihan looked at Chu Ziqing and nodded, his eyes were gentle.

The Zongmen Grand Score is divided into three days, thousands of people participate, half of them are eliminated on the first day, the top three in the ring are determined on the second day, and the top three are also determined on the third day.

The order of all competitions is determined by drawing lots, and the lower the ranking, the better. After all, in the eyes of monks, in addition to having excellent roots, they also need extraordinary luck.

The first day of competition was over soon.

When Chu Ziqing and the two were about to leave, Luo Changsheng behind him hurriedly pulled Chu Nanqiao to follow him, calling it Cengfan, but she heard that her junior sister had recently cooked herself, so she didn't want to go How can you be worthy of the master in the sky to join in the fun.

Liu Yihan in the front saw the two people following behind him, so he didn't say anything and just let her go.

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