Zanxing

After class, Hairpin Xing put away her baggage, picked up the oil-paper umbrella at the door and was about to go out.

Tian Fangfang shouted from behind, Junior sister, aren't you going to dinner?

Go on your own, I'll go later. Hairpin Xing rushed into the rain with an umbrella.

When we arrived at the Rainbow Terrace, it was raining today, and it was noon now, and most of the disciples in the sect went to have lunch. Hairpin Xing found a place to sit down, and regardless of whether the clothes would get wet in the rain, he flipped through the book Qing'e Nian Hua Stick again with his spiritual sense.

Today's debate with Daoist Moonlight about truth and delusion in class was actually just her random nonsense. But at the last moment, Fu Zhixin thought of the bottleneck of the stick technique.

For the past five days, she has been practicing hard every night, and she has played the stick skill in a decent manner, but it has never been as dashing as the women in the Lingtai. She has been studying women's stick techniques repeatedly, but now that she thinks about it, the name of this bells and whistles is Qing'e Nianhua.

She has sticks, but no flowers.

If this stick method has no flowers, it is no different from other stick methods outside, but because of the addition of the word nianhua, it is stained with some red and pink colors. This is the stick method, but the real ferocity lies in the falling flowers provoked by the stick. Those flowers are like being entrapped by the air current, and can accurately break through the opponent's defense line and become the most powerful weapon.

Nianhua is not for artificiality, but for better offense.

I see.

Hairpin Xing held the iron rod in both hands again, closed his eyes, and walked out near the Hongtai, there were osmanthus trees everywhere. It was autumn, and the osmanthus trees were fragrant. The hairpin star revolves around the Yuan force, and it slashes down in front of the eyes. The fragrance aroused by the stick wind is soft and fragrant, but in this fragrance, there is a trace of murderous aura that is not easily detectable. The hairpin star can clearly see that there is a straight airflow in the falling flowers provoked by the stick, like the afterimage of another stick.

And this afterimage is like a water surface, rippling layer by layer, she can even see the tiny ripples, the traces of every flower blooming. At this moment, the Xiao Yuanzhu in his heart was running wildly, and all the spiritual energy around him poured into the hairpin star, and the hairpin star only felt that the stick he was holding seemed to have infinite power. And in the mirror image in the afterimage, a straight line appeared.

Without hesitation, she slashed at the line.

The first weight of Qing'e's flower stick - Jinghuashuiyue!

The rain seemed to stop at this moment.

The ripples in the air suddenly gave birth to the shadows of countless flowers. These flower shadows, like clouds and seas, flew towards the boulder in front of them.

Along with it was the iron rod in the woman's hand.

Bang- sound.

The boulders turned into powder, and the osmanthus was fragrant. Looking up, the shadows of the flowers and the water surface were all dissipated. Only a woman in a gray robe stood in the rain curtain with a long stick, her long hair was already wet by the rain.

A chickadee let out a cry, and fluttered its wings to another tree, seemingly startled by the movement.

The hairpin star looked down at his hand.

She just seemed to break through.

For the next few days, Hairpin Star went out early and returned late as usual, studying diligently.

The fellow disciples also realized that the sect examination was imminent, and they used their energy one after another. For a time, the entire Chuhongtai was overcrowded, comparable to the university library at the end of the semester. It was late and there was no seat.

The most happy to see it succeed is probably Xuan Lingzi, the sixth master of the Taiyan faction. Tomorrow is the day of the sect assessment. Xuan Lingzi sat in the hall, checking the names of his disciples while nibbling on the roast chicken that was secretly bought from down the mountain.

The ingredients on the mountain are full of aura, and the kitchen is clean and refreshing, which is good, but not as tasty as the food down the mountain. In addition, the master Shaoyang real person felt that he was a lot bloated a few days ago, which damaged the image of the sect, made him fast, and Xuan Lingzi was hungry for ten days, and finally couldn't help breaking out this night.

When Ziluo walked in, Xuan Lingzi was hiding the roast chicken under his butt, Ziluo said helplessly: Don't hide it, Uncle Liu, I have seen it all.

Xuan Lingzi coughed lightly: Ziluo, among these disciples, I like you the most. You must not tell the Sect Master.

Ziluo pretended not to hear this sentence, and changed the conversation: Uncle, tomorrow's assessment matters are all ready. The sect master said that this time the sect assessment is to recruit new disciples for you. Have a snack.

Among the seven apprentices of Shaoyang Zhenren, apart from the young seventh uncle, only the sixth uncle, Xuan Lingzi, did not have a direct disciple. He is also rambunctious, and he has no ambitions except for eating and sleeping. This time Shaoyang Daoist spoke, all the inner disciples who passed the sect examination were the inner disciples, and the top three in the inner sect examination were the direct disciples of Xuan Lingzi. I have to find something for Xuan Lingzi to do.

Xuan Lingzi waved his hand indifferently: The head is very partial, the brothers and their direct disciples are all talented and handsome, but I want to find them from ordinary monks. Ziluo, you are not saying, this is Among the new junior disciples, is there anything that stands out?

For example, sects like them choose direct disciples, and most of them go to the clan early to find geniuses with extraordinary spiritual roots, which they have cultivated since childhood. And in this way, what I found from the scattered cultivators in the world is either mediocre in aptitude, or too old to miss the best training opportunity. In short, it is not the best.

It's not quite like that. According to the disciples, Huayue is not bad in this sect's assessment. He is the only one who has formed a pill among the new disciples this time. Even in our sect, he can be called excellent. Ziluo comfort him.

Jiedan is nothing special, by the way, Xuan Lingzi remembered something, What about the boy who picked up the fragment last time, and the girl who found Qing'e Nian Hua Stick?

Ziluo replied: The disciples have secretly checked, and the two of them didn't show anything special, but they were very diligent. The two of them who practiced the longest on the Rainbow Terrace every day belonged to them. It's just the two of them. In the previous competition for Lian Shanhua, the rankings were all medium, and there was no advantage in cultivation, this sect assessment may not be able to make it into the top 30.

Xuan Lingzi thought for a while before saying, Forget it, at least they have a firm mind and are not afraid of hardships. What progress has been made in the past half month, we will see tomorrow.

Let's see tomorrow.

This night, Hairpin Xing did not sleep very well, and tomorrow will be the sect assessment. If she can't enter the inner door, she will live with this scar on her face forever.

It is false to say that you don't care about your face, but if it is more important, it is probably that once people work hard, they always hope to gain something. Once the desire for victory or defeat is aroused, it is impossible to be neither sad nor happy about the result, and neither desire nor desire.

Besides, in life, there is always something to look forward to.

Hairpin Xing turned over and touched the position of Xiao Yuanzhu in his heart.

At least, she hoped that she didn't lose too badly.

Young Uncle Seven. is the male protagonist~