About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

"Yeah." He Qianqing nodded. Yang Yuyao stopped filling the bathtub with water and turned to look at him. He just asked casually, but to his surprise, He Qianqing actually confirmed it?

"Master, don't you have a place to stay?" Yang Yuyao was puzzled and thought that shouldn't be the case. As a special guest, Xuan Zhenzong would arrange accommodation no matter what.

"Yes, but it's too far." He Qianqing replied.

Yang Yuyao couldn't think of how far he could go within Xuanzhen City. The residence arranged by the host for the guests definitely couldn't be far away. What's more, He Qianqing was still a Mahayana monk. He could basically reach the entire Xuanzhen City if he wanted to. Arriving within one breath, although He Qianqing did it for his safety, it was not like this... Yang Yuyao thought for a while, turned back, picked up the space ring and prepared to take out the bedding he had prepared inside. .

"How about this, I'll make the floor, and Master, you sleep on the bed." Yang Yuyao, who felt that he couldn't persuade He Qianqing to go back to his place to rest, took out the mattress from the space ring.

"No, I don't need a bed." Yang Yuyao just took out the mattress and said to He Qianqing, "Besides, Xiaoyao, is this the same when you are traveling with others?"

"When we stay in the inn, we will each ask for a room." Yang Yuyao did not immediately understand what He Qianqing meant. He thought He Qianqing was asking if they would sleep in a shared room.

"What I mean is, Xiaoyao, are you sure you want to show up like this in front of my master? In front of someone who is interested in you and wants to do something wrong to you?" He Qianqing had to cover his eyes and raised a question. Mingdao. Although Yang Yuyao was like this before, he became even more unscrupulous after losing his memory. If he doesn't say anything to stop him, He Qianqing's endurance that he has cultivated over the past hundred years may be broken.

"...I'm going to take a shower first." Yang Yuyao hurriedly got behind the screen in embarrassment. If He Qian hadn't figured it out, he would have forgotten that love is not only about the spiritual aspect, but also the physical aspect. If it were between a man and a woman, he would be able to react quickly, but as a man... So why on earth would he, a person who didn't want to time travel, not only go through time but also face such emotional problems... Yang Yuyao put his whole body into it... They were all buried in the water, spitting out bubbles.

When he lay down on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, Yang Yuyao was still uneasy. He looked at He Qianqing sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, and felt that he was going to have insomnia tonight. However, when he finished reciting the God-Reinforcing Technique silently, when the time came, the biological clock cultivated in the original world for more than ten years began to exert force, and Yang Yuyao, whose eyes were wide-open a few seconds ago, fell into sleep almost instantly. Feeling Yang Yuyao's breathing become gentle and gentle, He Qianqing opened his eyes and came to the bed again.

"Although I no longer sleep for six hours like before, I can still sleep well." He Qianqing lowered his head and stared at Yang Yuyao's face, which was still in disguise. There was no memory point in this face, and it was even difficult to distinguish it. I found some similarities with Yang Yuyao's original appearance. Unless he opened his eyes, he could see the familiar look in those bright eyes. Yang Yuyao even remembered to change his voice and take a name that seemed to have nothing to do with his real name. I have to say that this disguise was indeed very thorough. If He Qianqing hadn't been familiar enough with him, even the magic weapon of Mirage would have been lost. They were all found by He Qianqing, and even he might be deceived by Yang Yuyao.

However, even if he changed his face, it would not affect the appearance of Yang Yuyao in He Qianqing's eyes. He leaned forward and got closer to the sleeping Yang Yuyao. The boy's breathing was shallow and his lips were slightly open. He Qianqing stretched out his hand and rubbed his lips slowly and gently with his thumb over and over again. He didn't stop until his lips turned red. Then he watched the young man turn over and curl up even tighter.

When Yang Yuyao opened his eyes the next day, He Qianqing was still meditating on the futon with his eyes closed. Yang Yuyao yawned and sat up. He wondered if it was because the weather was too dry in winter. He actually felt his lips hurt slightly. But is there such an item as lip balm in this world?

He got out of bed with squinted eyes, poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his lips, and then started to wash up and change into the Lingxiao Sect's disciple uniform. Yesterday, when Li Yingying was around, he and Li Yingying discussed changing the daily delivery time for making talisman to evening, so that he could go to the venue to watch the disciple competition. Although he chose to watch the broadcast of the magic weapon in the first two days, these three days were after all, arena matches, and they were real live events. The arena competition also pays more attention to the details of fighting skills and timing than the previous secret trial. It must be said that the image transmitted by his magic weapon cannot be so high-definition at present. Therefore, Yang Yuyao decided to endure it and go to the scene.

Yang Yuyao, who had changed his clothes but only combed his hair, was about to ask Ye Qianqian to help him comb his hair. Suddenly he remembered that He Qianqing was still in his room. Yang Yuyao added the words he had just entered into Xunlian. All deleted. At this time, He Qianqing also completed his practice and opened his eyes.

"Are you going to the venue today?" He Qianqing guessed something when he saw Yang Yuyao's Lingxiao Sect disciple uniform.

"Well, yes." Yang Yuyao nodded and picked up the hair tie, thinking that the Lingxiao Sect didn't require a high ponytail, so he could just tie his hair up himself.

"Come here and sit down, I will help you tie your hair." He Qianqing said. Yang Yuyao hesitated for a few seconds, but finally chose to obey.

He Qianqing's hair combing was different from that of Ye Qianqian. Although he was a man, He Qianqing combed his hair very gently and meticulously, while Ye Qianqian, how should I put it, Yang Yuyao was sure that Ye Qianqian had never combed anyone else's hair before, and Ye Qianqian combed Yang's hair. Yu Yao felt that he was a doll without any feelings. Ye Qianqian just wanted to have the hairstyle she wanted and did not consider Yang Yuyao's painful scalp.

"Awesome!" Yang Yuyao, who seemed to have tied up his hair without feeling anything, looked at the high ponytail in the bronze mirror and was extremely impressed. He Qianqing was able to comb the high ponytail smoothly without causing any pain to his scalp. , behave yourself. "Master, do you have any tips?"

"You don't have to learn this." He Qianqing's original intention was that he could keep combing Yang Yuyao's hair, but Yang Yuyao felt that he couldn't learn to comb his long hair properly anyway, and felt like he had been stabbed by an arrow.

"Okay..." Yang Yuyao was a little depressed. He felt that he might have to spend more time practicing secretly. No matter how handicapped he was, practice would eventually make him perfect, right? He can even make magic weapons, how could he be stumped by a mere hundred thousand hairs? "By the way, Master..." There was a knock on the door from outside. These days, the first person to knock on the door in the morning is grandma. She will deliver the cooked breakfast to their room. Yang Yuyao just thought Reminding He Qianqing whether to hide first, He Qianqing opened the side window, turned over and jumped, and the person disappeared. "..." Something felt wrong, Yang Yuyao thought to himself, and opened the door.

"Good morning, mama. Thank you very much." Yang Yuyao greeted mama with a smile and took the breakfast from her. "Well, good morning, Qianqian." Yang Yuyao, who didn't expect Ye Qianqian to come over, added, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet. I planned to comb your hair today, Brother Yuan, but when I came over, grandma just happened to bring breakfast." Ye Qianqian replied, and then noticed that Yang Yuyao's hair had already been combed. Okay, the high ponytail is tied neatly and neatly, better than Ye Qianqian's own combing. "Brother Yuan, did you... spend all night practicing combing your hair?"

"Hmm..." Yang Yuyao replied ambiguously. To be honest, he felt that he wouldn't be able to achieve this level of combing even after practicing all night.

After the two of them finished eating and packed up, they went to join the people from Lingxiao Sect. After seeing the disguise talisman drawn by Taoist Chizhu brought by Yi Ziqi, Yang Yuyao was already able to draw it. However, for non-combat talismans like the disguise talisman, one talisman can be used for a long time as long as it is properly preserved.

The weather is nice today, it's finally clearing up after it snowed almost all day yesterday. The snow on the ground in Xuanzhen City has been cleared early, leaving only thick snow on the roofs and plants, which glowed with a faint golden color under the winter sun.

Since the three days from today are all arena competitions, apart from the fact that when entering the venue, the participating disciples must first draw lots to be divided into groups, and then they can sit with their fellow disciples watching until it is their turn to appear. The lottery uses two tubes as thick as buckets to hold the lots, one holds the lots for the group, and the other holds the order of the draw. Each number in the lottery drawn in the order of the field has two lottery numbers. If the same number is drawn and the same group is drawn, it means that the monk who got the two lottery numbers with the same number is the opponent in the first round.

The result of this lottery was that all the disciples were randomly assigned to one of six groups: A, B, C, D, W, and Ji. Some of the more unlucky disciples were matched up against their fellow disciples in the first round. The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were okay, at least they were not unlucky enough to encounter them right away. After registering their group and number, these disciples can return to the auditorium and wait to appear.

"Ziqi, what number did you win?" Seeing Yi Ziqi's return, Yang Yuyao asked. The huge screen that had previously shown the live broadcast of the artificial secret realm was generating the battle grouping information. However, due to the very slow generation, Yang Yuyao So he simply asked.

"I am the sixth player in Group B." Yi Ziqi replied with a smile. Show Yang Yuyao the small piece of paper with the information recorded on it.

"Is the sixth one closer to the front or to the back?" Yang Yuyao asked next.

"Relatively speaking, I remember the last number was twenty-six." Yi Ziqi replied. "Ah, it happens to be displayed here."

They turned their attention to the screen again. The name, number and appearance order of each group were listed on the screen. More than 300 people were all lined up in a long row. Even though the screen is so big, it still doesn't look good.

"Each group has to compete so many times. It seems that everyone will only compete once today." Yang Yuyao made an estimate and came to this conclusion, "And the time is still very tight. It is estimated that the competition will last until the evening."

"Will it take that long?" Ye Qianqian asked in surprise. She didn't understand how Yang Yuyao came to this conclusion. "Will it be the same in the next two days?"

"No, half of the people will be eliminated after today's competition, and there will be plenty of time in the future. Maybe we can even add some bonus performances and the like." Yang Yuyao replied. "The sixth one sounds auspicious, but I don't know if the order of the competition will be redrawn after today's competition."

"I also think this number is pretty good." Yi Ziqi nodded and agreed. At this time, the disciples who drew number one from each group were already on the field, but Yi Ziqi was still in a very relaxed state. Of course, not all participating disciples of the Lingxiao Sect are so relaxed, because the arena competition does not distinguish between cultivation levels, and cultivation levels are no longer suppressed like in the secret realm trials. Therefore, some people, such as a Foundation Establishment disciple from the Lingxiao Sect who faced off against a Nascent Soul Stage disciple in the first round, are now clasping their hands and chanting, just begging themselves not to lose too ugly.

"By the way, are there any particularly promising candidates for this competition?" Yang Yuyao suddenly remembered and asked. He originally wanted to say seed players or championship candidates, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that such expressions may not be applicable in this world. I have to say that for a person who comes from another world, has barely enough knowledge of classical Chinese, and has lost his memory of more than ten years in this world, even speaking has become a bit troublesome.

"Of course there are. Those who are already at the Nascent Soul stage are basically the same. In addition, Lan Zirong from the Qingfeng Sect and Xu Wuxi from the Weiwei Sword Sect are both at the Golden Core stage, but they are both sword cultivators, so they are also favored." Yi Ziqi replied.

"Well, don't you have Ziqi?" Yang Yuyao was a little surprised. He had seen Yi Ziqi fight and felt that his level was also very good.

"I rarely participate in martial arts competitions, and of course I don't have much fame." Yi Ziqi smiled. He rarely competed with others, and his combat skills were basically developed during missions. Therefore, he himself didn't know whether he had the ability to fight against those who were favored, but he was very happy to be recognized by Yang Yuyao.

The first game took about the same amount of time as Yang Yuyao estimated, basically a quarter of an hour or two. Of course, this is the time for competition when there is a certain strength gap but the gap is not too outrageous. If you encounter someone of equal strength, it may take longer.

The second round match of Group B ended very quickly. Both players in this match were only in the foundation-building stage, but when the beautiful female cultivator swung a sledgehammer half a person's height and smashed it, The male cultivator who was fighting was knocked outside the ring and passed out before he could even react to dodge. The entire game process, except for the time when the two people saluted each other at the beginning, probably only lasted a few seconds.

"This sister is so amazing!" Ye Qianqian said with admiration, her eyes shining brightly.

"What she said is mainly due to surprise. After all, how would ordinary people think that such a woman would use such a huge hammer as a weapon?" Yang Yuyao said, although in the original world, those giant cold hammers were often used in anime novels. The role of weapons, but in this world, even in the world of cultivators, it is still very rare for people to use large and exaggerated weapons. Even for monks, weapons that are too big will still be inconvenient to handle.

"It's time for me to go down and wait." Although it was only the third game, Yi Ziqi stood up. He saw the deputy referee of Group B holding up a wooden sign to indicate that numbers 5 to 7 should come down and wait. It was probably just now That game ended too quickly, and the referee was so anxious because he was worried that the next few games would be the same. But then again, if every game ends so quickly, even twenty-six groups can finish it this morning.

"Ziqi," Yang Yuyao put his hand on Yi Ziqi's shoulder, and swallowed back the "come on" he was about to blurt out. He suddenly thought that there were not even cars in this world, and there was probably no word for "come on"... Then How should he express encouragement to someone in this way? Yang Yuyao looked at Yi Ziqi and felt a little embarrassed for a moment, "Ziqi, well, I wish you success and a prosperous military fortune."

"Okay." Yi Ziqi smiled so hard that his eyes widened, while the other disciples of the Lingxiao Sect muttered in a low voice that the saying "Wu Yun Chang Long" was great and sounded very domineering. Taoist Chizhu glanced at his disciple, stroking his beard and wondering what he was thinking.

"Brother Ziqi, the same goes for me!" Ye Qianqian said with her fists clenched, wondering if she could not think of words of encouragement.

Today's arena competition is quite an audition, with six arenas starting at the same time. Although the quality of the competition varies, it is still overwhelming. Therefore, in addition to the disciples of their own sect, everyone's focus is naturally on the matches between the few favorites to win the championship. Unfortunately, because the draw is too random, these matched opponents are basically not enough to watch. It is indeed not easy to find an opponent with comparable strength in such a disciple competition. For a monk, being able to form a golden elixir is a blessing, and raising a Nascent Soul is a very remarkable thing. As a disciple, you can enter Those in the Nascent Soul Realm are even more outstanding.

The disciple of the Lingxiao Sect who had drawn the Nascent Soul Realm opponent was ranked third in his group. When Yi Ziqi came down from the auditorium, his side had already finished competing. After all, the gap in strength is really too big. It is said that only when you enter the foundation building stage can you truly enter the path of immortality. However, the gap in strength between each realm is like a chasm. When this disciple returned to his seat, his hands were still shaking. He said that under the opponent's momentum, When it was fully opened, he could no longer hold the sword. He tried to stab the sword twice but was easily blocked by the opponent, so he decisively gave up.

"The Nascent Soul Realm is really too strong. I don't have any chance at all. The other party must have let me down just now." The disciple kept shaking his head at his performance. "I really can't imagine how strong Yang Yuyao must be to be able to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage." Cultivation level crushes the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"Please, let someone else do it..." Yang Yuyao muttered in his heart depressedly.