Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 95: Sword Bone, Love Tears

Read the file and return to Shushan Line.

The Shushan Grand Competition is in full swing.

If you look at the modern sports competition system, the early lottery matchup of Shushan University is a typical single elimination system.

For example, 100 disciples, in pairs, compete with swords.

The 50 victorious disciples will conduct a two-two sword competition internally, and so on, and finally determine the 1-50;

And the 50 disciples who failed, also competed swords in the same way, and finally decided 51-100... There are no messy rules such as resurrection of the loser group.

The problem with single elimination is that early victories are far more important than late victories.

For example, in the example just now, if you lose the first game, you will miss the top 50. Even if you win every subsequent game, you will still be ranked 51st.

And random draw, there will always be someone who will randomly meet those strong people on the fairy sword list.

Therefore, there is the second half of the Shushan Grand Competition: Seat Challenge.

Now, the draw of lots and swords in the first half is coming to an end.

Ling Yunpo, An Zhisu, Lin Duanshan and others still maintained the record of winning all games, and the rankings to be competed in the Immortal Sword Ranking have shrunk to the top 20.

Duan Fenhai, who was defeated once before, also maintained a complete victory in the follow-up, but even if he wins all the way to the end, the final ranking will not be good, so he will definitely launch a seat challenge in the second half.

Due to the continuous sword competition for many days, the spirits of the foundation-building disciples were already exhausted, so the senior officials of Shushan announced that today they will have a day off, so that everyone can take a good rest and readjust their state.

Senior Sister An went to the inside of Qingluo Peak to report the good news to Master.

Ling Yunpo planned to take this opportunity to buy some food and wine in the Fangshi under the mountain to celebrate with his senior sister.

The difference from Kunlun is that the Shangqing faction and mortal villages in Shushan live together, the sword immortals live on top of many peaks, and the common people live in the valleys between the peaks.

The corresponding squares and cities are also opened in these valley villages, where mortals and immortals live together.

In order not to be entangled by the villagers (such as asking for elixir, etc.), Shushanmen often put away flying swords and other things when they enter the market, so as to avoid attracting the attention of outsiders.

Ling Yun broke into the wine shop, asked the shopkeeper to make a pot of wine, the best monkey brew, and bought some braised beef and century-old sealwort for later use.

I was waiting for the boss to cut the meat and Huang Jing, when I suddenly heard a few people from the Shushan sect chatting at the wine table opposite:

...For this big competition, not to mention those strong people, the only thing to talk about is that the younger brother of Sword Immortal Mower directly killed Cang Tie Sword Immortal Duan Fenhai and snatched the second seat.

Is that the one who killed Ziyun Peak's disciples by refining Qi and washing his marrow? someone asked.

Exactly. Hey, what's the name of that person? I only vaguely remember his surname is Ling...

Everyone was silent.

I remembered! Suddenly one of them slapped the table and said, The day before yesterday, I just heard someone mention that this person's name was mentioned in the opening game of this competition.

The first seat must be the Mowing Sword Immortal, there is no other possibility. But the second seat, who will win the seat challenge after the end of the seat challenge, is the biggest highlight of this bet.

There are only four contenders, that is, the three strongest fighters in the past, plus the junior who suddenly came out this time, the grass-mower sword fairy.

These four are the 'Four Heavenly Kings' of this year's Grand Competition. Someone summed it up in four words, that is, 'Break the mountains and divide the sea, break the moon and break the clouds'.

Hearing this, everyone gave a oh, and someone said:

Duanshan is Broken Mountain of Jingang Peak Forest, Fenhai is Fenhai of Huanglong Peak, Broken Moon is Guanshanyue of Cuizhu Peak, the sword is called Broken Moon, and Poyun is...

I think it's the junior brother of the Sword Immortal Mowing the Grass, and his name is Ling Poyun. The disciple next to him exclaimed, Good guy, do you have to have a majestic and domineering name first to become a strong man?

That's right. Hey, how about changing my name to 'Batian'?

Ling Yunpo took the jug and appetizers from the shopkeeper, and turned away expressionlessly.

My name is Ling Yunpo! asshole!

Returning to Qingluo Peak sullenly, Ling Yunpo saw An Zhisu drinking in the pavilion behind.

Senior Sister! He lowered his sword light to the ground, picked up the wine and vegetables in his hand, and said with a smile, Why do you pour yourself here?

An Zhisu sighed and said:

Junior brother, do you know? It is said that in this Shushan Grand Competition, the rewards for the top three include gold mercury pill.

Oh? Ling Yunpo was startled, and said with a smile on his face, Since senior sister mentioned it on purpose, it seems to be an extremely precious thing.

It's more than precious? An Zhisu shook his head and said, After entering the Huafu stage, drinking a spoonful of it can be worth a year of penance.

That's great! Ling Yunpo smiled pleasantly, Senior sister is the Huafu rank, this thing is suitable for senior sister to use.

No. An Zhisu said seriously, Senior Sister will leave it to you.

Ling Yunpo: ……………

Even though he had already guessed in his heart, he was still shocked when he heard Senior Sister An confirming it herself.

This is related to the rank of Cheng Dan! It is your avenue and future, Senior Sister!

I don't want it! Ling Yunpo refused anxiously, but An Zhisu pressed his hand and said firmly, Junior Brother, listen to me.

Master has been in seclusion for too long. In recent years, my Qingluofeng has been targeted more and more. It has become the enemy of everyone.

The last month's money was deducted, and your draw of swords this time was manipulated, which are the best examples.

In the final analysis, not only does my Qingluo Peak not have an elder Yuanying, I don't even have a real Jindan Daoist. It all depends on you and me to support us.

It can't go on like this.

An Zhisu said decisively, the decisive emotion in his eyes seemed to be solidified, almost piercing his chest:

Brother.

I have already made up my mind. In order to protect the Taoism of Qingluo Peak, I will form a pill within thirty years.

The time for transforming the mansion is too short, even if you drink the gold mercury elixir, it will be useless... It's better to leave it to you.

Ling Yunpo opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Thirty years may sound like a long time, but for a Huafu rank monk, it is almost as short as it is short.

Ordinary Huafu-level monks, if they start cultivating at the age of 20, refine Qi for 60 years, and wash their marrow for 10 years, they usually have to spend a hundred years in the Huafu, and only start to try when they have only ten years left in their 200-year lifespan. The final pill.

The purpose is to improve the rank of Cheng Dan as much as possible, which is related to the future of the entire Jin Dan rank of cultivation, and must not be taken lightly.

An Zhisu has been in the Huafu stage for almost 30 years. If he practiced for another 30 years, it would be 60 years of Huafu process.

With her aptitude for cultivation, if she can form alchemy in sixty years, she will be at the fourth or fifth rank at most, and she will definitely miss the chance to keep up with the third rank.

Dancheng rank four or five means that the follow-up will be the most perfect Jiewoxian, and Nascent Soul will be at the top of the middle rank.

Without a top-grade Nascent Soul, it would be impossible to become a Da Luo Jinxian in the later stage of ascension.

At most, he could only kill three corpses and become a god... It can be said that he was one step behind, step by step behind, without even a chance to make amends!

If it were Ling Yunpo himself, even if he had great respect and love for Senior Sister An, it would be impossible for him to joke about such a thing.

But Senior Sister An is willing to give up her originally brighter future for herself, just to become a Jindan real person as soon as possible and protect herself...

Senior Sister... His voice was a bit depressed.

Um?

I will find a way! Ling Yunpo suddenly became violent, grabbed An Zhisu's hands tightly, and said sharply:

I will come up with a way to change the situation where Qingluo Peak is everyone's enemy, starting from this Shushan Grand Competition!

[Unyielding personality, synchronization value +1. 】

In the Consciousness Sea, the Kunlun Mirror's prompt sound began to flash across the screen, but Ling Yunpo ignored it completely, just gritted his teeth and swore:

Senior sister, please don't say such absurd words like 'Thirty years of alchemy'! If senior sister jokes about her own future again, junior brother, I will go to the Taoist temple and bump my head to death in front of the wall of master's retreat!

Junior Brother! An Zhisu's eyes immediately turned red, and she was about to angrily teach him not to swear such a poisonous oath, but she noticed that in Ling Yunpo's eyes, there was also a stubbornness and persistence like iron blue.

In order to protect himself back then, when the master used his body to block the attack of the elder Shura Dao, the cold and stern expression on his face was almost the same as the resolute emotion in the eyes of the younger brother at this time.

She stared blankly at her junior brother, and suddenly a sad sense of mission arose in her heart:

Maybe our Qingluo Peak lineage has sword bones that can't be cut bluntly or hammered.

In order to desperately protect the important people around him, he will shoot straight out like a flying sword that burns the source without looking back.

It's just, junior brother...

Now, it's my turn to protect you like a master...

An Zhisu, who was grieving in his heart, suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged him tightly.

Ling Yunpo:?

Junior Brother. An Zhisu rested her head on his shoulder and said, unable to hold back tears, Don't say such things again in the future.

Her tears rolled down her cheeks, but she hugged Ling Yunpo even tighter, her voice choked:

You can't say such things, you must be good...

Even if it's for Senior Sister...