When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

It is related to monsters and the demon world. In order not to cause turmoil, the theft of the medicine spirit and the injury of Elder Tan were suppressed for the time being.

Yuan Bai entered the main hall of Fuhua Mountain, and he didn't know what to say. Zheng Shengling waited anxiously for two or three hours, and didn't come out until late afternoon.

Probably because Jiang Wenyun explained it, Yuan Bai closed his lips tightly and didn't reveal anything, he only told Xiao Fenghuang that everything can't be concluded until the head of the sect is out.

But in short, no matter what, this sect grand competition, which is surrounded by outsiders, must go on in a prosperous manner.

I don't know from which year, the practice of competition within the sect has gradually emerged in the cultivation world. On the one hand, this kind of sect competition is to test the learning achievements of the school disciples, increase each other's actual combat skills, and play a role of encouragement.On the other hand, the Dabi will also invite some other sects to come and watch the competition to show off their own strength as the host. Disciples from other sects can also propose to discuss with the winner after the competition. This is also a way to increase knowledge and experience.

Of course, if the Zongmen Dabi is not doing well, it is common to be ridiculed and ridiculed by others.It is not a day or two for several sects to compete with each other. For the honor of each other's sects, disciples will also compete extraordinarily during the competition.

For the sake of fairness in the competition, the Dabi is often divided into levels according to the level of the realm, Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, four levels, and the brothers and sisters with higher realms come out to compete less and less , They are more likely to go out to cultivate, and give this kind of outstanding opportunity to the younger generation of cutting-edge disciples.

For example, Lu Zhaozhou, the elder brother of Wan Jianzong, is already at the late Yuanying stage. I will no longer participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Originally, the rookies of this Nascent Soul stage should be between Wang Yun and Zheng Shengling, but not long ago, Qiu Zhengming was almost pierced by Xian Yu's three swords, and felt humiliated. , and now has successfully broken through Nascent Soul.

Now that the three of them are competing on the same stage, Wang Yun and Zheng Shengling's injuries from the secret realm have mostly healed, but if they want to compete with Qiu Zhengming, they will still have to take advantage of each other.

Not to mention Yuan Bai, although he is also in the Yuanying stage, he can only refine medicine on weekdays, and his combat power is basically equivalent to that of the Jindan stage.

Before the Zongmen Grand Competition even started, the winner seemed to be decided by default.

When Zhao Sheng went down the mountain to pick bamboo shoots, he also heard the disciples pulling carts to deliver medicinal materials chatting, saying that the odds between Senior Brother Qiu and Senior Brother Zheng had reached [-] to [-], which was a grand occasion never seen before.

After all, Zheng Shengling has always had an eye above the low, and is proud of his talent. There are not many male cultivators in the entire Wanjianzong who can catch his eyes.However, he still lives on the top of the mountain where there are most female cultivators in Wanjianzong, and he is deeply favored by senior sisters, so he naturally attracts the envy of many people.

"In the past, Senior Brother Zheng mocked that Senior Brother Qiu was still at Jindan, that he was unworthy to compete with him, and he didn't even look at him. I didn't expect Senior Brother Qiu to be the favorite to win the championship. It's really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi..."

The foundation-building disciples who were discussing were not surprised when they saw Zhao Sheng. They thought he was an outer disciple sent by the senior sisters to work, so they didn't have any scruples about their words, and they smiled extravagantly.

Zhao Sheng listened silently, and when he returned to the courtyard, he relayed the word-for-word to Xian Yu, his whole face wrinkled together, "It seems that Wan Jianzong's feng shui really doesn't support people. All the disciples are so arrogant. Zheng Shengling is their senior brother no matter what, how can he gloat like this?"

Xian Yu is lying on the armchair drinking tea, the book is floating in the air, turning a page from time to time.

Hearing Zhao Sheng's complaints, he slightly blew away the tea foam in the teacup. He wanted to smile, but suddenly thought that the Feng Shui of Ruyimen was good enough, but he still raised a bunch of white-eyed wolves...

Immediately the smile came back again.

"Don't you dislike Little Phoenix?" He said casually, "Why are you fighting for him again?"

"..." Zhao Sheng said sullenly, "It's different."

If Qiu Zhengming and Zheng Shengling compete head-to-head, he will not be happy whoever wins.But to say that he hates him even more, it is Qiu Zhengming.

After all, Zheng Shengling just had a bad temper, and he couldn't be blamed for his father's mistakes, so Zhao Sheng just didn't like him.But Qiu Zhengming was different. After all, this kid almost led people to demolish Daming Village. Based on this, Zhao Sheng would rather let Zheng Shengling win.

"It's useless for you to hope." Xian Yu propped his chin on his wrist, read a page, gently brushed his fingertips, and flipped the pages lightly. It takes a hundred days to move the bone, how can it be so easy to raise it?"

According to him, Zheng Shengling is unlikely to win.

Zhao Sheng felt a little melancholy, sat aside in a daze for a while, and then went about his own business silently.

Gu Rongjing came out of the room, holding a pot of freshly brewed tea in his hand, and refilled Xian Yu's cup.

"Master, why do you say that?" Gu Rongjing said, "Although Zheng Shengling was injured, but judging from his previous performance in the secret realm, he might not lose against Qiu Zhengming."

Xian Yu raised his eyelids, and asked quietly: "Do you think his sword skills are very good?"

Gu Rongjing hesitated slightly.

In all honesty, Zheng Shengling's swordsmanship is not much better, if compared with Qiu Zhengming's top-notch, it is more than enough.But judging by Xian Yu's standards, it is obviously not popular.

His greatest advantage lies in the fact that his phoenix fire is perfect, indestructible and amazingly powerful, but that is also the shortcoming.Zheng Shengling was young and energetic, and relied too much on Fenghuo, but in actual combat, his spiritual power would always be useful one day, just like in the secret realm, once he lost the supply of the Holy Spirit Pill, he would be a little boy who couldn't lift his arms. Chicks can't give much deterrence.

He was also a youthful and vigorous man who thought sword practice was boring, he was unwilling to strengthen it once he had learned the sword, was eager for success, and preferred flashy swordsmanship... He had all these problems.

But the difference is that hundreds of years ago, Xian Yu also accompanied his senior brother to swing his sword tens of thousands of times in the Jade Bamboo Forest from morning till night.

"Young people, you should learn more"

Xian Yu took out an orange, peeled it and said, "Zheng Shengling practiced Fenghuo, and the yang energy in his body is already strong. Once Fenghuo is burned, he will be more indulgent and inferior. If things go on like this, it will not be conducive to his practice. For him, losing the battle may also be a problem." Good thing."

Gu Rongjing's eyes fell between his brows and eyes, as if he had insight into his thoughts, "Zongmen Dabi, is Master really not going to see it?"

Xian Yu paused slightly.

His nails were embedded in the orange flesh, and he didn't control his strength well, and his fingertips were stained with orange.He withdrew his hand, put the half-peeled orange aside, took out a handkerchief and wiped it.

"I've said it all, don't go."

He leaned back on the couch, squinted his eyes, "I'll take a nap."

Gu Rongjing said yes, but didn't leave, first peeled off the remaining orange, tasted it, it wasn't sour, and then put it back into the fruit plate.

When he got up to leave, Xian Yu suddenly said: "What kind of a gamble, you bet some spirit stones for him, it's like borrowing from me."

Gu Rongjing smiled lightly, and when he looked back at him, his eyes were still closed, but he just turned around impatiently.

"...so you don't have to come to me and cry again."

The night before the Zongmen Grand Competition, the gambling between Qiu Zhengming and Zheng Shengling was unprecedentedly high, Wan Jianzong banned open gambling, and the gambling tables they formed were all private, with small amounts, and the elders turned a blind eye .Unexpectedly, just yesterday evening, an unknown disciple staked 1 yuan in spirit stones, directly turning the ratio between the two to three to seven, which aroused everyone's discussion and joy.

Qiu Zhengming was even more furious. The low rate on his side meant that he could earn more, but why did he want to earn money from these small gamblers! !That person anonymously bet [-] spirit stones on Zheng Shengling. Isn't that an open challenge to himself? ?

In just a few moments, he had already figured out that the trader behind the scenes would give Zheng Shengling a lot of special supplements, keep fit, and spend money to make a noise, implying that even if he wins, he won't be able to win by force.

This made him angry. That night, he made a real-name bet, bet [-] spirit stones, and then forcibly changed the ratio back.And he threatened that if he wins, he won't get a cent of the bonus, and the [-] will be distributed to his juniors and sisters who bet on him.

This is simply stepping on Zheng Shengling's nose to show off his power, the owner of the melon-eating group watched it with relish, regardless of whether he has money or not, first invest a hundred to one thousand, and treat it as watching a show.What's more, if you win, you still have to make money.

But to Qiu Zhengming's disappointment, the anonymous bettor never came back, and there was no movement from Zheng Shengling.

In fact, Gu Rongjing just felt that it was unnecessary.Xian Yu couldn't see it, and wanted to spend a little money to make Zheng Shengling look good, then he had completed the task, and the follow-up was none of his business.

And Zheng Shengling is purely...

Didn't pay attention to it at all.

Zongmen Dabi is held every year, and if he loses this year, he loses. Then next year, he will be the one who beats Qiu Zhengming to the ground. Who can be a victorious general for the rest of his life?What's more, he is not a disciple of Wan Jianzong who has been enrolled in the register. If you say that he loses face, will he lose face of Wan Jianzong or Wenji Pavilion?

This seems to be unclear.

So Little Phoenix was in a good mood and didn't care about it at all.What keeps him restless is...

"Father, can't you just stay in Fuhua Mountain tomorrow? You have to watch me make a fool of myself, don't you?"

"Don't wander around in front of my eyes, I'm dizzy."

Zheng Yi touched the lid of the tea, beckoned him to sit down, and said helplessly, "What's the matter? You were still angry when I didn't come when I was a child, why are you still angry now that I'm here?"

Zheng Shengling choked with resentment: "When I was a child, you were told to come but you didn't come, but now that you've grown up, if you don't want you to come, you have to come. Why do you have to fight against me??"

"Stinky boy, why are you talking to Dad?" Zheng Yi slapped him on the back of the head, but Zheng Shengling deftly dodged it, and he could only withdraw his hand resentfully, "I said it all, I have something important to come here this time. What big competition is just to take a look, you don't have to take it to heart."

He said again: "I've come here, Liu Wuming and the others know I'm here, and your father is still hiding in the house on such an important day, have you ever thought about what people outside will say?"

Naturally, it means that Wenji Pavilion is arrogant and doesn't take Wan Jianzong seriously.There have been rumors of discord between the two families many years ago, and if he doesn't participate this time, people outside will have different opinions.

Zheng Shengling blurted out: "It's not just a day or two that you and Wan Jianzong are at odds. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it, why are you pretending..."

Glancing at his father's expression, he stopped talking again.

"You think I'm willing to come to this shitty place?" Zheng Yi slapped him angrily, then sighed after a while, and said solemnly, "I'm here this time, on the one hand, it's because of the recent unrest in the cultivation world, and the things about monsters. I have already heard about it, and I came to discuss important matters with you, Mr. Liu. Another thing—”

He paused, and his eyes suddenly fell on his son.

"...?"

Zheng Shengling suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Remember when you clamored to worship your Uncle Liu as your teacher, but I didn't agree with it, saying that your chance hasn't come yet?"

Zheng Yi said slowly, "Ling'er, now is the time."

Zheng Shengling was startled.

In the past, he got angry with his father because of the celestial silk coat, swore that he would not inherit Wenji Pavilion, and in order to get revenge, he wanted to join Wan Jianzong, which his father hated the most.

At that time, Zheng Yi didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed, but made a divination for him about this matter, and he firmly disagreed after he came back, which led to Zheng Shengling's current situation of eating two families. Wan Jianzong's disciple satirized him behind his back as a fool...

But no matter what, Zheng Yi never let go.

"Yes..." Zheng Shengling subconsciously thought of a name, but soon found it impossible. He shook his head and asked again, "Is it Master Liu?"

"I don't know." Zheng Yi said, "I never said who, what sect, or when."

This is probably the most confusing divination he has ever had in his career, but no matter how he asks, the hexagrams shown are all silent.

He had no choice but to temporarily stop the retreat and come to Wan Jianzong in person, wanting to see what kind of character and appearance his son's future master would have.

But since catching up with the Zongmen Grand Competition...

Presumably, it should be worshiping Wan Jianzong.

Zheng Shengling thought the same way, and felt a little regretful for a while.

If Xian Yu is still willing to accept disciples, he doesn't mind having a golden elixir as his teacher.By becoming a master and apprentice, he will be able to help Xian Yu openly and aboveboard, and he should also be able to get closer to him, right?

It's just a pity...

Zheng Yi also had mixed feelings on this side, suppressing the thousand thoughts in his heart, and patted his son on the shoulder.

"It's useless to talk too much."

He said softly, "When the fate comes, it will be a matter of course."

Zheng Shengling was silent for a moment, then nodded.

On the second day, before the red rooster crowed, the disciples of Wan Jianzong's various mountains and peaks had already started to move.Before dawn, the disciples of the outer sect had already swept away the residual snow and leaves of the three thousand long ranks.

When Zhao Sheng woke up, he could smell the fragrance outside and the melodious music. He opened the window and saw the powdery mountains and the snowy sea, accompanied by fragrant cars. The women in goose-yellow coats were wearing thin veils. The hair of the horse in the front bridle was silvery white and shiny. With a stride of thousands of miles, a path of white five-petaled flowers lit up in the air, sending the beauties to the ceremony venue of the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Just one Fuhua Mountain is already so beautiful, and it can be predicted how other peaks will compete for beauty.

Zhao Sheng yawned, and when he got up to wash in the courtyard, he found that Xian Yu seemed to have been awakened too, and was lying by the window watching with long hair on.

But just as he was about to walk over, Xian Yu raised his hand and closed the window again, leaving only a few carved fragrant wood lattices.

"...?"

Xian Yu closed the window, and the last bit of cold wind was squeezed into the gap, making a whimpering sound.He heard rustling noises coming from the warm pavilion, probably because he was woken up and wanted to go out to wake up at night.

After a while, Gu Rongjing came out wearing an underwear, sleepy-eyed, hair was disheveled and frizzy, and was about to go out in a daze, when Xian Yu suddenly called out to him.

"Rongjing, come here."

He beckoned.

Only then did Gu Rongjing wake up a little bit suddenly, and stopped yawning, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over slowly.

"Why is Master awake?"

Xian Yu didn't answer, just pressed the back of his hand, and he squatted down obediently.

"How did you sleep last night? Your hair is messed up like this."

Xian Yu combed with five fingers, and lightly smoothed out the messy hair. Gu Rongjing subconsciously wanted to hide, but was held down by a palm on his head.

The warmth came out from the palm of his hand, and it was warmly attached to the top of his head. Gu Rongjing was like a puppy that had been grabbed by the nape of his neck, stiff and motionless until Xian Yu finished taking care of it and estimated the temperature outside. , and put another coat of his own on him.

"It's cold outside." He touched Gu Rongjing's slightly cold face, warmed it up for a while, and then said, "Go quickly."

Gu Rongjing grunted a few times vaguely, and when he let go, he finally regained consciousness a bit, stood up with some sore legs, and before taking two steps outside, Xian Yu suddenly said: "Listen to what Zhao Sheng said, Yuan Ying There are not many level competitions, and the high probability of Little Phoenix will be this afternoon..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped again.

"...?" Gu Rongjing waited for a long while, only waiting for the master's hesitant gaze, he reacted for a while, and then he came to his senses, "I'm a little worried about him, master, why don't you go with me?"

He gave a step, and Xian Yu coughed, "Well... I'll think about it, let's talk about it when the time comes."

After speaking, he felt a little shy, so he quickly took a sip of tea to pretend to be calm.

Gu Rongjing smiled lightly.

Recently, the apparently warm weather has gradually turned cooler. There are not many sunny days in the whole month of June, and it has even snowed in the past few days.However, many people have become accustomed to such weird and unpredictable weather, and even the common people who rely on crops for food have become numb.

In the morning of the Zongmen Grand Competition, as usual, there was a formality. The elders rang the ancient bell on the top of the mountain, and everyone huddled together to compete and compare each other.At noon, all the sects gathered together, coming and going, the tables were filled with spiritual plants, and wine and cups were intertwined.

In the past few days, Yuan Bai's relationship with Zheng Shengling has gradually improved a lot because of the matter of bidding for the medicine spirit.When Zheng Shengling was drinking at the banquet, he suddenly received a small paper crane from Yuan Bai, about the size of a thumb.

He understood, and found an excuse to walk out of the hall, around a corner, where Yuan Bai was standing there waiting for him with a solemn expression.

Zheng Shengling knew at a glance that the situation was not right.

As soon as he approached, Yuan Bai pulled out a thumb-sized wooden figurine from his sleeve, wearing a silver-white dress, with facial features drawn with brushes and dyes, as soon as Zheng Shengling approached, the figurine opened his mouth and said: Immortal Wang, the medicine is effective. Don’t ask for gods...Kolalata...don’t ask for immortals...copper coin throwing...beautiful lol..."

The second half of the sentence became more and more difficult to say, and when a word was uttered from the eyebrows, the little man trembled all over, the wooden joints rattled, and the hearts of those who listened trembled.

Seeing that it was really speechless, Yuan Bai sighed and put it back in his sleeve.

Zheng Shengling recovered, "This is..."

Yuan Bai said: "This is Yinshu Ling."

Folk Taoists have a kind of magic technique, using willow wood as a villain, and urging it to predict for themselves, also known as the god of ear retribution.Yinshuling is similar to the God of Ear Reporting, but compared to the ordinary God of Ear Reporting, Yinshuling can put in monster energy and magic energy to make directional forecasts.

Yesterday Yuan Bai just said that there were a few disciples of Immortal Yao Wang wandering around at the foot of the mountain, I don't know why.If it was for the medicine spirit, they should have gone back after taking it, and they are still staying here, which means they have other plans.

For this reason, Yuan Bai deliberately searched for a trace of evil spirit, and sure enough, Yin Shuling broadcast a news this morning.

"It's a pity," Yuan Bai lowered his eyelids, "My cultivation is still not enough, and I haven't heard the complete forecast."

The content of Yinshuling's broadcast is related to the master's ability. Yuan Bai was originally a alchemy cultivator, and his actual cultivation level is not high. It is not easy for Yinshuling to tell the name of Immortal Yaowang.

"At least we already know that he has a move."

Zheng Shengling comforted her, then recalled the content of Yinshu Lingbao just now, "I lost the copper coin... I don't know what the last sentence is."

At this time, a younger brother saw that Zheng Shengling hadn't come back for a long time, so he specially came to look for him.Time was tight, so Yuan Bai could only whisper, "I have sent people to guard it strictly, and you should also be more careful."

Zheng Shengling nodded hastily, and went back to the main hall.

But he still has some doubts about Yin Shuling and Yuan Bai's worries.

The ability of the Yaozu to have both sides in the battle between humans and demons is actually related to the low strength of the Yaozu.

The demons and monsters are both brothers and sisters on the road of cultivation. So far, there is no example of soaring.But the monster race is worse than the demon cultivator, no one has a higher upper limit, and the lower limit is not as good as the demon cultivator.

As a rare and noble existence among demon cultivators, Yao Wangxian has a bad temper and eccentricity, and seldom pays attention to mundane affairs. Over the years, he has only heard of him being interested in his disciples, but he has never heard of ambition...

Or... the change of Yao Wangxian this time has something to do with that Miss Su?

Xian Yu had a leisurely lunch, and under Gu Rongjing's 'worried face' and 'every kind of pleading', he finally agreed to watch the Zongmen Dabi in the afternoon with him and Zhao Sheng.

The competitions in the Qi refining period started at noon, and the Dabi set up several arenas at the same time. Most of the low-level competitions were carried out relatively quickly, and there were few spectators.Most of the disciples would go to watch the competitions in the Golden Core stage or the Nascent Soul stage, which is more interesting and can learn a lot of experience.

Sometimes if you encounter two interesting games, you don’t have to worry about missing them. As soon as you enter the arena, the photo beads on the four sides will be activated to record images around the arena in all directions.The photo beads will be stored in Minghui Hall, and every hundred spirit stones can be borrowed for one day.

It can be described as good quality and low price.

On the way to the arena, Xian Yu also heard a few disciples from the outer sect discussing their calculations together. Only then did they know that Zheng Shengling and Qiu Zhengming had two matches ahead, and they would not meet until the final.

They were worrying about not having enough spirit stones, should they rent the video from Zheng Shengling's perspective first, or should they rent the video from Qiu Zhengming...

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng suddenly thought of something, "Master, do you still remember that when we went to Wanshan Bridge last month, we saw a disciple of a noble family, and that person scolded us as liars at that time... I don't know if he has Cross the Wanshan Bridge."

Gu Rongjing's attention was immediately attracted.

Xian Yu also had some impressions, and shook her head, "I probably won't be able to pass."

He remembered that the young man was weak and sick, and looked jeweled, but in fact it was an illusion, in fact he was not suitable for sword practice.According to Wan Jianzong's standard for accepting disciples, they must not be able to enter the inner sect.

Gu Rongjing listened to them chatting for a while, as if they were playing charades, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Who are you talking about?"

Xian Yu was about to answer when he suddenly heard a suspicious voice behind him.

"Why are you here?"

He turned around and saw that Qiu Zhengming was standing behind them, wearing a purple dress, which was extraordinarily fancy.Behind him, stood a Fuhuashan female cultivator wearing a veil and her eyes were like misty waves.

"...?"

For some reason, Xian Yu always felt that as soon as she turned around, the nun's eyes gradually became a little hotter.