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

The female nun was wearing a simple single-snail bun, pinned on a purple jade powder bead swing, and a few strands of tassels. Her smooth long hair hung down in front of her left shoulder. Although wearing a veil, she couldn't see her facial features clearly. A pair of Jianshui Qiutong can also be seen as a beauty.

Seeing Xian Yu, she subconsciously took a step forward, but was blocked by the people beside her.

"Senior sister, don't go there, this is not a disciple of our sect." Qiu Zhengming's eyes flashed a look of disgust, "Today is the sect grand competition of Wan Jianzong. I remember that there is no name of Ruyimen on the list."

Hearing the words Ruyimen, the female nun breathed a little faster. She suppressed her fingertips that were trembling with excitement. Fortunately, the veil blocked her expression, so that she would not reveal too many mistakes.

Today's Zongmen Dabi was extremely lively, and the female cultivators of Fuhua Mountain didn't like to show off, and they uniformly covered their faces with veils, which is not surprising.

Xian Yu glanced at her and then looked away.

"There is indeed no name of Ruyimen on the list."

The competition was coming soon, he didn't want to waste time, he scribbled an explanation, "We are not here on behalf of Ruyimen this time, but we were invited by Elder Lingyan when we were in Xianri Town..."

"Since it's an invitation, is there a post?"

Xian Yu paused.

Qiu Zhengming saw his hesitation, and sneered: "There is no name card, so I want to ask how you escaped the mountain guard formation!"

"..."

Xian Yu was speechless.

Yes, tell me, if they hadn't been invited, how could they have bypassed the formation and swaggered up and down the mountain?There was no name card, so naturally they entered with Jiang Wenyun's dharma boat.Could it be that Qiu Zhengming was stunned by his sword at the beginning, why didn't he understand this truth?

But no matter if he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, Qiu Zhengming made it clear that he was looking for trouble. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, with a speechless and contemptuous expression, he was immediately irritated, and drew out his sword with a slap—

The female cultivator's face changed, and Kodan's nails, which were dyed cinnamon-colored, quickly grew a little. Before he could stop her, there was a clang, a silver light flashed, and the two swords struck each other! !

One of the sword hilts is inlaid with a ring of aura gems, and a sword tassel hangs from the end; the other is unpretentious, with a shallow sword pattern tattooed on the body of the sword.

Gu Rongjing stood with his sword horizontally, with a bit of murderous air hidden between his brows.

The female cultivator looked up and saw the familiar pattern of frost patterns, her heart trembled, and the next moment, her five fingers quickly clasped his shoulders——

Those pure jade hands looked as soft as catkins, but Qiu Zhengming felt as if he was held by a steel claw, unable to move.

He faintly felt something was wrong, the woman behind him softly called his junior, he turned his head subconsciously, the woman's eyes were slightly bent, she looked smiling, but she didn't appear to be smiling happily.

"This Taoist Lord is indeed a guest of my Fuhua Mountain." Her voice was like the gurgling water in the mountains, which was particularly pleasant, "It was just that the senior sister didn't think about it for a while, and the junior brother misunderstood."

Qiu Zhengming turned his back to Xian Yu and his party, his brown pupils gradually lit up with a purple light, and after a while, he nodded slowly, "Oh... Senior Sister, did you say earlier, I was the one who was abrupt."

After all, he resentfully withdrew his sword.

Xian Yu couldn't help frowning when she saw his stupid movements.

"This fellow Taoist," the female cultivator turned to look at Gu Rongjing, with affection in her eyes, and said softly, "Just for my sake..."

Seeing Qiu Zhengming reluctantly retreating behind the woman, Gu Rongjing swung his sword into its sheath coldly, "There will be no next time."

The corner of the nun's mouth twitched, but there was nothing wrong with her face beyond the veil. She said yes in a perfunctory manner, and then changed the subject naturally, "Where are you going, fellow Taoists? If you don't mind, no If I were to lead the way, it would be an apology."

Gu Rongjing frowned, before he could say his refusal, Xian Yu suddenly nodded.

"Then thank you girl."

he said softly.

A look of joy gradually appeared in the female nun's eyes.

The ring for Zheng Shengling's competition only needs to go straight for a few hundred steps, and then turn a corner to reach it, without guidance.But the female nun didn't know what was going on, so she deliberately took them around a bit.

Xian Yu knew it well, but only pretended to be confused.

The female cultivator looked at her gentle and peaceful appearance, but she was very talkative, and she was not afraid of strangers. She had a lot of conversations with him along the way, "Before I was ill, I only vaguely heard the sisters say that Fuhua Mountain had guests, but I don't know who it is... today I let the younger brother be neglected."

"Qiu Daoyou is rigorous, which is also a good thing."

The female cultivator smiled, but this time she laughed more carefully, "It's good to be rigorous, but it's not good to offend others if you are too aggressive. I will teach him well someday, so that he won't be so reckless again."

Xian Yu could hear the flattering meaning in her words, smiled lightly, and said nothing, "It's windy today, is the girl better?"

"It's much better." Even knowing that he was just being polite, the female cultivator still couldn't hold back, and said in a rambling manner, "I have been sleeping and recuperating, and I have taken a lot of medicine, but it didn't improve. Fortunately, the elders are taking care of me, and I am taking care of it slowly." , this disease will pass..."

Xian Yu listened incessantly.

When it came to the ring, the female cultivator was still a little bit reluctant.It's just that although the competition has not yet started, many disciples have gathered underneath. There are only a few female cultivators of the Wanjian Sect, and they will attract the attention of others every time they come out.If she stays here for too long, accidents will inevitably happen.

"The little girl still has some important matters to deal with, so she can't stay here for long."

She endured her disappointment, caught a glimpse of Xian Yu's face from the corner of her eye, her heart beat twice faster, she couldn't help but took a step forward, "Speaking of which, I still don't know your lord's name..."

She raised the end of her eyes slightly, and before she had time to look more at the old man in front of her, a figure suddenly blocked her gaze.

"?"

Gu Rongjing stood in front of Xian Yu with a cold face, and stared at her with sharp eyebrows. After a while, the little girl's posture of the female cultivator was swept away.

She heheed twice, "Fellow Daoist..."

Gu Rongjing ignored her, turned to Xian Yu and said, "The competition hasn't started yet, I saw that there are tables and chairs over there to enjoy the shade, Master, why don't you sit there first and rest for a while."

His voice was not too loud, just enough for the person in front of him to hear clearly.

The female cultivator's face changed suddenly when she heard the word 'Master'.Before he could speak in the future, a female cultivator in the same attire suddenly came over behind him, and asked hesitantly, "Junior Sister...? Why are you here?"

She frowned slightly, and finally sent that 'senior sister' away with charm, and then turned around to see that Xian Yu and his party had disappeared.

"..."

Her long and beautiful eyes dimmed little by little, and when she turned her head, she remembered that stinky man stood in front of her just now and purposely called Master, so she gritted her teeth in resentment.

Ever since she saw the wishing talisman left by Xian Yu that night, she could barely fall asleep, and she couldn't believe it was written by him himself.She was so emotional that she went back and looked through the Valley of the Medicine King, and finally found the handwriting he had left in an old book. The small letters with the flowers on the hairpin were put together, and the strokes of the Ti Feng Dun pen were all exactly the same. It's just that the handwriting in the book has been polished for hundreds of years, and the original bright colors have faded.

After she infiltrated Wan Jianzong these two days, she had inquired about every mountain peak in disguise, but there was no trace of him. Su Ran was almost desperate, thinking that she had missed a good opportunity.

Who would have thought, who would have thought that Xianyu was actually in Fuhua Mountain!

500 years is really too long, several of their disciples went to heaven and earth, and almost searched all over this piece of China, but they have never found any trace of him.After finally getting this bit of information, she intuited that Xian Yu was in Wanjianzong, so she sneaked into Wanjianzong secretly without telling anyone.But she had inquired about every mountain peak in disguise, but there was no trace of him...

Su Ran was almost desperate, thinking that he had missed a good opportunity.

Who would have thought that anyone who wants to get Xian Yu is right under their noses! !Moreover, he also accepted a new apprentice...

Hey, another stinky man.

Her eyebrows were stained with displeasure and sadness.

Seeing more and more male cultivators around her who wanted to strike up a conversation, she frowned and could only leave no matter how reluctant she was.She ran into the crowd quickly, concealed her smell, and left here quietly.

In the other place, after parting ways with that female cultivator, Zhao Sheng still felt a little pity in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "The same is true for the little uncle, she is a delicate girl, he put on a stinky face, abruptly People scared away..."

Gu Rongjing glanced at him, the frost on that cold face still hasn't faded.

"She's annoying."

He frowned and added, "I've been staring at Master."

It was not his original intention to let the female cultivator go with him, but when Xian Yu opened his mouth, Gu Rongjing had no choice but to endure it.If she hadn't become more and more presumptuous, she would have posted it...he wouldn't have stopped her.

Upon hearing this sentence, Zhao Sheng showed a surprised expression on his face, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "Little uncle, you really don't understand human feelings at all."

"?"

"That girl is not annoying... She has taken a fancy to Master."

Zhao Sheng joked, "After all, the master is handsome and elegant, and it is not unusual for a little girl to like him. The master always wants to find a Taoist companion, not to mention that there are so many opportunities to go out, you can stop this one, stop him Do you live with someone else? I think you should get used to it as soon as possible."

"...?"

Gu Rongjing was slightly surprised.

From his point of view, weddings and funerals are a big mess, and only mortals have short lives, and they do such things in order to continue their offspring. People who cultivate immortality live a long life, so naturally they don't have such troubles.What's more, if one finds a Taoist companion, and one of them wants to ascend in the future, how should one deal with oneself?

He always thought that Xian Yu, like him, would practice this way all his life and never change his original intention...

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it is." Seeing that they were about to talk about their lifelong affairs, Xian Yu's head hurt, and she quickly stopped the topic, "Zhao Sheng, don't say such things in the future, it will affect the girl's family. Qingyu, you have to be more careful when you go out."

Zhao Sheng nodded, "I know Master Zu."

In fact, he also saw that the master did not refuse along the way, and thought that maybe Xian Yu was shy, so he thought of connecting.Now that the master has talked about this, he won't meddle in his own business anymore.

Xian Yu nodded, seeing that Gu Rongjing's expression had not changed, and seemed to be a little sullen, he couldn't help rubbing his temples, and coaxed patiently: "I didn't mean that by letting her go, but I thought she was a little strange ..."

"?"

Gu Rongjing raised his head.

But before Xian Yu could finish speaking, a series of beating drums suddenly sounded beside her.This reminder means that the competition is about to start, and the contestants need to get into the arena as soon as possible. When the second drum beat sounds, if they have not played, it means abstaining.

This is not a good time for discussion, Xian Yu silenced, looked up, and sure enough, saw a beautiful red-clothed figure walking from a distance, wherever he went, the crowd would automatically separate into a line like the ebb tide of the ocean. wide road.

Xian Yu and the others sat far away, covered by trees and stone tables, and their clothes were inconspicuous, so if you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart.

Xiao Fenghuang's face was stern, and he returned to the high-ranking and unreasonable appearance when he first met.Wangyun's injury was not healed and he couldn't move around much, so he simply went alone and left after the fight, which saved a lot of trouble.

Walking outside the competition arena, when he was about to go up, he suddenly looked back at the people under the stage.

His phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and when he is not smiling, he has a somewhat stern and rebellious appearance.The juniors watching from below, as well as the peers who were waiting to see his jokes, fell silent unconsciously after being swept away by him.

Under the bustling and crowded martial arts arena, there was a complete silence.No one knew what was wrong with this enemy, most people met his eyes and couldn't help looking away.

"Little nephew?"

The referee reminded gently.

His opponent is already in place.

Zheng Shengling paused, he didn't see Xian Yu coming to watch the banquet, he felt relieved, but not so happy.Before the referee yelled a second time, he strode onto the arena.

The leg injury left in the secret realm has not completely healed, and there is still a tingling sensation when exercising vigorously or accidentally twisting it.

Zheng Shengling didn't pay attention to Qiu Zhengming's little moves, but it doesn't mean he didn't notice it at all.There are so many people coming down this stage, probably only a small half of them are watching the competition seriously, and the rest of them are just watching his jokes.

Before leaving, he asked for a pill from his senior sister, one can last for an hour, this small bottle is enough for him to cope with this afternoon's competition.But this elixir is not without side effects. Although eating it can save him from pain temporarily, it also means that more serious injuries may be caused due to negligence during the test.

Before Zheng Shengling came to power, he knew very well that he was not suitable for tug-of-war, and it was best to end the battle quickly and end it as soon as possible.

The opponent this time is a senior brother in his 50s and 30s, and he is still in his [-]s. He is a disciple under Master Liu's hand. He has just entered the Nascent Soul Stage, and he cupped his hands and bowed to Zheng Shengling, "little boy!" Junior brother, I'm going to offend you."

Everyone knew that his leg was injured, and everyone knew that this year's Zongmen Dabi was at a disadvantage right after his appearance.The brother's apology came from the heart, but he was not happy to hear it.

Zheng Shengling pursed his lips.

He folded his hands, flames slowly ignited from his palms, and slowly opened his palms, a sword with a silver-white scabbard gradually took shape.

That group of flames has several layers of colors, the outer flames are as red as snow, and the inner flames are bright yellow and bright. The flames move with the wind, just like the golden eyes of a phoenix.When the temperature inside is the highest, it can melt a sword. If a mortal touches it, his fingers and arms will be burnt to ashes in an instant.But Zheng Shengling stretched out five fingers and took the sword out of the fire, but he was not injured at all.

The brother who was fighting against him was named Rong Wenhao. Seeing this situation, his expression was not only not relaxed, but also serious.

Everyone knows that Zheng Shengling is a master of fire, his phoenix fire is superb, coupled with his sword intent, he is like a tiger with wings added.It would be careless to belittle him just because he has a lame leg.

"Brother, I'm not in a good mood today." Zheng Shengling brushed the silver sword with his fingertips, his tone was as cold as ice, "I'll return the offending sentence just now—"

There was a sound of gongs and drums, Zheng Shengling's sword intent was instantly released, and a cry like a phoenix sounded from the center of the phoenix fire flame. The sword's aura was like a broken bamboo, and eighteen sword auras rotated up and down, sweeping towards the opponent! !

Rong Wenhao's expression was serious, but he was also prepared. He turned around and slapped his face with strong spiritual power, successfully dispelling the situation in front of him.However, this is not a turn-based game. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Shengling flew towards Lingbo, and his sharp sword slashed down in the air. In just ten breaths, the two have exchanged dozens of moves back and forth! ! !

There was an uproar in the martial arts arena, and it seemed that no one thought that Zheng Shengling's offensive could be so fierce and aggressive with a limped leg.

The two of them moved so fast that Zhao Sheng's eyes could barely keep up, and he opened his mouth wide and sighed, "This little Mr. Zheng is so powerful. I thought he was seriously injured when he looked sick before." .So it looks like he's going to win, right?"

Xian Yu frowned slightly, "He will lose."

"what?"

With a loud bang, the senior was instantly knocked out of the arena, fell to the open space outside, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zheng Shengling waved his hands expressionlessly, and the remaining flames gradually faded away, leaving only a wisp of smoke and a burning lingering heat.

The referee was stunned for a while before he could react. The red drumstick hit the drum hard, "In the first match, Zheng Shengling of Fuhua Mountain vs. Rong Wenhao of Liu Yifeng, Zheng Shengling won!"

There was a burst of violent applause from below.

Among them, there are a few disdainful faces mixed in twos and threes.

It was the first time for Zhao Sheng to see such a fierce competition, and he immediately melted into the atmosphere of the ascetics, with a look of excitement but a little puzzled, "Master, didn't you just say that he was going to lose?"

Xian Yu shook her head, but did not answer.

Looks like a win, but what about behind the scenes?

Although I don't know what method Zheng Shengling used, but his injury will never disappear without a trace as it seems.Zheng Shengling's style of play after taking the stage just now also confirmed this point.

He is in a hurry.

Knock down the opponent quickly without any delay.

On the contrary, this can show that there is a big problem behind it.

Gu Rongjing asked: "Master, how does he feel compared to before?"

In the secret realm, they have teamed up several times, but the first time they fought against monster beasts, Zheng Shengling was seriously injured and had just run out of phoenix fire, so his condition was not good; Coupled with the urgency of the situation, I didn't pay much attention to details.

Gu Rongjing remembered that the last time Xian Yu commented on Zheng Shengling's swordsmanship, he felt that his fighting style relied on Fenghuo.Seeing his sword habits and moves at close range now, I don't know if it will change.

However, Xian Yu still shook his head, "The moves are too messy and impatient. Every move is like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, crowding around. It's easy to be caught by someone, not calm enough."

He originally wanted to say that it was all flaws, but after thinking about it, he decided to save little Phoenix some face.

When Gu Rongjing heard the words, he couldn't help but think back to when his master commented on his swordsmanship, was he also so harsh...

An outer disciple next to him couldn't squeeze into the innermost auditorium, so he could only stand aside and watch from a distance. He had heard Xian Yu just now when he said he was going to lose, but the outcome was still uncertain, so he just left She pouted, but didn't speak.

At this moment, seeing Senior Brother Zheng's set of swordsmanship flowing like clouds and flowing water just now, with the potential to destroy the dead, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.In the end, the person in front of him was saying something that was not organized, too messy...

"Do you understand swords? Which small sect came from it?"

Suddenly a voice intervened, Xian Yu was slightly taken aback, and turned around to see the little disciple who had been standing not far away.

This little disciple probably regarded him as an elder of some low-level sect, and frowned to avenge the injustice of his senior brother, "Brother Zheng's set of swordsmanship just now made Senior Brother Rong helpless to fight back, and he is still fighting back. It is so beautiful to win under the premise of being injured, I am afraid that Senior Brother Qiu may not be able to catch it when he comes, one can imagine how powerful he is in his heyday. If you don't understand swords, don't talk nonsense!"

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Sheng did not speak.

Gu Rongjing opened his lips, but finally closed his mouth.

To be honest, in the past hundred years, no one has ever said that Xian Yu doesn't understand swords. At first glance, it's quite strange.

When Liu Wuming slowly walked over from the distant willow forest, he heard this conversation.

Xian Yu smiled slightly, and didn't argue with him, "If your brother Zheng continues to fight like this, I'm afraid he will really lose to Qiu Zhengming."

Liu Wuming paused.

In Wan Jianzong, apart from this accident, no one has ever said that Qiu Zhengming can beat Zheng Shengling, this sounds quite fresh.

And... the voice was always somewhat familiar.

He raised his head, and his eyes fell on a beautiful figure under the willow tree in front of him. His handsome face and thin figure gradually overlapped with the silhouette of Xian Ri Town before.

It was him.

Liu Wuming remembered that when Zheng Shengling was at the inn, he had praised the Daoist Yuqing with him, saying that his swordsmanship was superb, and if there was a chance, he hoped that Uncle Liu would help him out.

But in his opinion, this person is only at the level of Jindan, and probably several percent of his strength in the secret realm is due to the impending death and the outbreak of desperation.Zheng Shengling's swordsmanship was taught by him himself, and Liu Wuming knew better. However, although it was indeed not mature, it was definitely not as bad as this Daoist Yuqing said.

Thinking of this, Liu Wuming couldn't help frowning.

The little boy next to him also heard the conversation of those people in front, and seeing Liu Wuming stop, he hesitated for a while, "Elder..."

Liu Wuming raised his hand to stop his words, the words contained deep meaning.

"Since he said that Ling'er will definitely lose if this continues..."

He said, "Then I'll just watch here and see what kind of losing method it is."

The sixth drum beat fell, Zheng Shengling won the second match, and the opponent of the third match, Qiu Zhengming, who also just won the second consecutive victory, came late.