Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

Zongmen Dabi is in June.

Time flies by in the realm of comprehension, and the time of the Grand Competition is almost gone in the blink of an eye.

The disciples from various sects who came to compete had arrived at Yunshui Sect one after another in a few days. Lu Mingkong had not returned from attending the birthday banquet, and the task of receiving and arranging the disciples of those sects almost fell on sinking water.

Even with the help of the elders in the sect, Shen Zaishui is still very busy every day.

If he had known that Lu Mingkong would not come back once he left, he might as well go by himself.

After sighing helplessly, Shen Zaishui sat in front of the desk and continued to look at the scroll on the desk.

In order to handle these matters conveniently, Shen Zaishui hadn't returned to Tianyu Peak for several days, and almost lived in the main hall where Rong Jing usually handled sect affairs.

After flipping through a scroll, he sank into the water and put down the brush in his hand, stretched out a hand and rubbed his forehead.

Most of the things recorded on the scroll are trivial things, so it's not troublesome to deal with, but it's just that there are too many piles, and it will still be very tiring to deal with.

After rubbing his forehead for a while, he sank into the water and put down his hands, ready to take another scroll out of the many scrolls on the desk.

"Master, take a rest." A slender white hand stretched out from the side, and handed a cup of tea to Shen Shui.

Glancing at the pile of scrolls on the desk, Su Xinghe frowned. He had been sitting submerged in the water for several days in this hall, but there were no shortage of scrolls on the desk.

"Coming?" Shen Zaishui raised his eyes and smiled at Su Xinghe, took the teacup, "I'll finish another volume later."

"Okay." Su Xinghe replied softly.

Before he finished reading the scroll in his hand, a disciple came in from outside the hall, and he saluted Shen Zaishui, "Eldest brother."

After seeing Su Xinghe next to him, the disciple hesitated for a moment, then bowed to him,

These days, the disciples in the sect saw Su Xinghe more often. At first, they just thought that this person had a good-looking life, but they looked a little distant and indifferent. Later, when they knew that it was the sword spirit of the senior brother, they became more sympathetic towards him. Be respectful.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Shen Zaishui stopped looking at the scroll, looked up at the disciple who was talking in the hall, and asked gently.

The disciple straightened up, "Back to senior brother, the disciples of Tianmin Sect have arrived."

"I see." Shen Yushui nodded, "You settle them down first, I'll be there in a while."

"There's... one more thing." The disciple didn't leave immediately, but stayed where he was and stammered.

Seeing that the disciple looked hesitant, as if he was deliberating whether to speak, he said in a sinking voice: "If you have something to say, just say it, it's fine."

Shen Zaishui's expression was gentle, and the disciple settled down, "Senior Brother Wei Chi and Fellow Daoist Pei Cheng of Tianminzong started a fight."

"?" Shen Yushui raised his head and put down the scroll in his hand, "Where are they?"

"On the square, many disciples gathered."

Standing up from the desk, submerged in the water to move his figure, he quickly walked out of the hall.

He didn't ask that disciple why the two got into a fight. He remembered that a long time ago, Wei Chi told him that he didn't like Pei Cheng. He didn't expect that when he came over this time, Wei Chi would fight with him directly.

Teenagers have bad temper.

Su Xinghe followed behind Shen Zaishui, watching the person in front of him walk too fast, his clothes fluttering.

Just now when he heard the disciples in the hall mentioning Pei Cheng, he frowned a little, but quickly dispersed, his appearance was still alienated and indifferent.

After arriving at the square, as the disciple said, many people gathered outside the square to watch the excitement.

Before the people who caused the noise stopped, the center of the square was used as a competition platform, and the fighters formed a barrier to prevent the disciples outside from being injured.

Both Wei Chi and Pei Cheng summoned their own spirit swords. After swinging out the long swords, the two swords made a "bang-dang" collision sound. The snow-white and sharp sword energy was like two white dragons intertwined and meeting in mid-air. There is no winner between them.

It was rare for the disciples outside the barrier to see the scene of the competition, and it was still the genius of Senior Brother Wei and Tianminzong, and they were a little excited for a while.

"It's so intense, I didn't expect Senior Brother Wei to be so powerful."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either. I thought Senior Brother Wei would only follow behind Junior Junior Brother."

"Brother Wei hasn't been with junior brother recently, are they having a conflict?"

"It's good to have conflicts. Brother Wei didn't let us go to the junior brother before. Now we can go. I like the junior brother so much."

"Didn't you talk about Senior Brother Wei again? What are you talking about, Junior Brother?"

"Yeah, so who do you think will win?"

"Pei Cheng, his swordsmanship is already very good among young monks, and his cultivation base has already reached the golden core. Brother Wei's swordsmanship looks okay, but he has only cultivated to form a core. In terms of the use of spiritual power He must be inferior to Pei Cheng."

"It makes sense. It would be great if the elder brother was here. His swordsmanship was praised by the suzerain. Pei Cheng must not be an opponent."

The surrounding voices were quickly drowned out.

There were two sounds of long swords and swords, and the white sword energy pierced the sky, splitting the ground, creating cracks in the ground, and bringing up smoke and dust.

For a moment, the people outside the barrier were stunned.

Standing at the outer edge of the square, Shen Zaishui looked at the mess in the middle of the square, his brows slightly frowned, he turned his palm, and the Galaxy Sword appeared in his hand.

"Master?" Su Xinghe called him.

"Xinghe, I'll go and have a look, you wait here for me." After finishing speaking, Shen Zaishui turned his wrist, and the Xinghe sword began to tremble in his palm.

Wei Chi stared at the young man in black with a somewhat arrogant face opposite him, and there was a rare trace of hostility in his brows.

"Pei Cheng!"

As for Pei Cheng, Wei Chi had always disliked him, not only because he was too arrogant and never looked down on people with a lower cultivation level than him, but also because he was one of the monks who besieged and submerged in the water in his previous life.

He will not let go of those who have hurt those who have sunk in the water.

So he tightly held the hilt of the sword with his hand, ready to swing the sword again.

The young man on the opposite side looked the same, and he didn't care about Wei Chi at all.

Pei Cheng just glanced at Wei Chi impatiently, but didn't speak.

He was also secretly accumulating strength, letting go of his fingers on the hilt of the sword from time to time, and soon put them back on again, ready to teach the disgusting person in front of him a lesson.

The roar of sword energy sounded again, this time the sword energy was much more surging than before, a small vortex even formed between the two, and the strong wind blew up a corner of the person's clothes.

When the two long swords were about to touch each other, another snow-white long sword came from the sky. The sword intent was not too strong, it could even be considered gentle, but that sword energy broke through the barrier and quickly smashed the two long swords together. Open it.

The people competing in the center of the square also staggered two steps because the sword was out of their hands.

After stabilizing their figure, Wei Chi and Pei Cheng looked at the spirit sword that suddenly appeared together.

Wei Chi recognized Xinghe Sword at a glance, his expression changed, and he looked towards the crowd, wanting to see where the owner of the Spirit Sword was.

After scanning around, I finally saw a blue shirt at the very edge.

The young man has a gentle and handsome face. Even though there is no shortage of good-looking people in the cultivation world, he stands out from the crowd among the disciples.

After Shen Zaishui shot, the surrounding disciples noticed him, and they all moved to the side to make way for him.

"Big Brother."

"En." Shen Zaishui nodded lightly at those disciples, then walked towards the center of the square.

The two people who were fighting in the center stopped because of Shen Yushui's stop, and stood in the middle of the square, waiting for Shen Yushui to pass.

"Eldest brother." Wei Chi first called Shen Zaishui.

Shen Zaishui only glanced at him, and after noticing the person opposite him, he bowed his hands and saluted to that person, "Friend Daoist Pei."

Pei Cheng raised his eyes after hearing the gentle voice, and happened to meet Shen Zaishui's eyes.

The young man's face was handsome and upright, his eyes were still clear, and there was no sign of being possessed, which was quite different from the appearance he was most familiar with in his previous life.

In his previous life, he regarded Shen Zaishui as his opponent. After all, at his age in the comprehension world, his talent was not much different from his.

It's just that before he had a chance to compete with Shen Zaishui, he heard the news that this person was abolished by Sword Master Rong Jing and finally became a demon.

It was a pity that he lost an opponent for a long time.

But I didn't expect that this person became even more restless after becoming a demon, and turned the entire cultivation world upside down.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he looked at Shen Zaishui again. It turned out that this person was like this before he became possessed, Pei Cheng thought.

But I have to say that this kind of sinking in the water looks much more normal, um, it looks much better than in the previous life.

He doesn't know why he lived again, and he doesn't care, his goal has always been to become stronger and stronger.

In the end, he only raised his chin slightly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, I have heard of the name of Fellow Daoist a long time ago, but now I finally see you, this trip is not in vain."

Shen Zaishui: "Fellow Daoist, you are being polite, Junior Brother Wei acted wrong just now, I will apologize to Fellow Daoist Pei on his behalf."

"There is no need to apologize, I proposed the competition." Pei Cheng replied, "Just now I competed with that Daoist Wei, and he is not bad, he can resist my sword move. It seems that the disciples from your religion are very good."

What Pei Cheng said was the truth, he didn't have much impression of Wei Chi.

In his previous life, he had been following behind his soft-looking and weak junior brother, and finally made some efforts when besieged and sunk in the water, but there was nothing else.

I didn't expect this person's cultivation to be pretty good.

"Thank you fellow daoist for your praise." Shen Zaishuidao, when he saw the contest between Wei Chi and Pei Cheng just now, he himself was a little surprised.

The second junior brother always likes to be lazy, he has never seen Wei Chi unleashing his sword, but the sword intent revealed during the competition just now was extremely sharp, how can such a strong sword intent be achieved overnight.

Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Wei Chi was working hard silently in a place where he could not see, and it was not because of his junior brother. Thinking about it this way, Shen Zai Shui felt a little relieved.

"Your Daoist Wei's swordsmanship is as good as this, and you Daoist Shen must be even more powerful. I hope that you can compete with Daoist Shen in the Zongmen Grand Competition." Pei Cheng stared at the gentle young man in front of him with burning eyes. Advised."

"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Pei's love, I dare not take the advice, and I would like to discuss the way of swordsmanship with Fellow Daoist Pei. Fellow Daoist came from a long way, and I have already told my disciples to prepare the room. Fellow Daoist can rest first and wait for the big competition." Shen Zaishuiwen said in a voice.

"Alright." Pei Cheng nodded, "Then, Fellow Daoist Shen, see you in Dabi."

Watching Pei Cheng leave, Shen Zaishui still thought that this genius of the Tianmin sect who had been compared with him by those monks since he was a child, seemed not as arrogant and domineering as the rumors said.

On the outside, he looks a bit aggressive, but he has no other shortcomings, and his flamboyance is worthy of his cultivation and swordsmanship.

It seems that the word flamboyant is specifically used to describe this person.

After Pei Cheng walked into the crowd, Shen Zaishui slowly looked away, and Wei Chi who was next to him followed.