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"I've thought about losing for a long time, but I didn't expect to lose so quickly. It can be seen that fate is also bullying and fearing hard. The more you are afraid of something, the more it will give you something."

This is the first sentence Xu Ran said after recovering.

Her brows and eyes were shrouded in the cold moonlight, showing a little tiredness.

Cheng Qianren almost knocked over the wine bowl, and when he looked at Gu Er and Lin Lu, he also looked like he had seen hell.

With Xu Da's rough nerves, he actually summed up the truth of life.What a psychological shadow Qingyu Sword had given her.

In late autumn, the chill shrank, but the night in Nanyang City was still flashy and warm.Under the golden light, there are many pavilions, carriages and horses are in a hurry, and dancing and music are extravagant.

The four fools of Nanyuan were drinking to the moon on the roof of Cheng Qianren's house.

Others sit on brocade quilts, they sit on cold tiles, others listen to silk bamboo, they listen to autumn insects.

One is poor and the other is white.

The win or loss of a game, the pervasive rumors are nothing, they have all fallen into a desperate situation that is a hundred times worse.

Xu Ran just wanted to say something.

"When I first came to Qingshanyuan, I was flustered and inferior, and I was afraid of being looked down upon by others. On the first day, I had a group fight with the opposite class. My teacher in the swordsmanship class said, 'When the moon is full, it will be short, and when the water is full, it will overflow. Afraid of consummation, consummation is the end. You want to be perfect in everything, you want to be the first and not the second, and this temper is afraid that you will suffer in the future.'”

"Later he said it several times, but I didn't understand it. I refused to accept it."

Friends just listen to her quietly.

"Golden and Jade Swords, ranked No. 40 and [-]th in the 'Hundred Mirrors of Divine Soldiers'. The ancestors in the family fought thousands of troops, and passed it to me. Even a lunatic can't win. The lunatic is right, I can't take it at the same time. Pick up two swords."

"The Lieyang Dao was originally passed on to men and not to women, but who made me the only one who died in my family?"

When Gu Xuejiang first began to guide Xu Ran's practice, she had a lot of criticisms about her double swords.

"Men's martial arteries are broad, while women's are more flexible. Each has its own strengths. If you practice Qiushui sword and other skills, your martial arteries are an advantage. But if you practice the world's most rigid sword technique, this becomes Birth defects."

Xu Ran scratched her head: "I know."

Gu Xuejiang smoked angrily.

"If you want to continue practicing, that's fine. I'll show you a clear path. When you break through to the state of concentration and have enough true energy, divide the true energy in your body into two, one to control 'Zhan Jin' and the other to control 'Duan Yu' '. Only then can you swing your bow left and right, freely."

"Before 'Concentration', you should use one knife honestly, don't think about holding two at the same time, Wumai can't stand it."

Xu Ran's right arm is now wrapped with a bandage, and Lin Duzhi told him not to use a knife for a month.

Compared to being injured, failure to break through is the worst outcome.

"Before my mother died, she said to me, 'You will be the only one left in the future. You should work hard, eat on time, learn from teachers, and make more friends. Forget all this and live a good life for us.'"

"Don't talk about overturning the case, don't talk about killing treacherous ministers and sycophants, clearing up grievances and restoring the lintel. Because they know that I can't do it. I can't hold two swords, and I can't do anything..."

Gu Xuejiang was smoking a cigarette.Lin Lu whispered, "I don't think so."

Cheng Qianren raised her head and drank a bowl of wine: "Stop it, I'm the only one who has raised a child here, and I have the most say. When I was in Dongchuan, I also told Zhuliu that when something happens to me, you run away. Survival is the most important thing."

"Who stipulates that you have to live a bitter life with blood and deep hatred? Life is so long, if he doesn't live well, I won't be happy being a ghost!"

Xu Ran didn't know what to think of, and suddenly burst into tears.Lin Lu patted her on the back lightly.

Cheng Qianren poured himself another bowl: "Is righteousness, honor, and hatred important? Of course they are important. How many people are willing to die for them. But in the hearts of your parents, they can't match the love for you. When they were alive, they wanted to give their most I will give you everything that is good, but after they die, how can you bear to let you live alone and painfully in this world?"

"So, practice your sword hard, eat on time, and make more friends. There are many things you can do. It doesn't matter if you can't do it in a day. Ten years, 20 years, or a lifetime, there will always be results."

Xu Ran finished crying slowly, choked up and asked, "Really?"

Cheng Qianren: "Why did you lie to me?"

Chengjia Chicken Soup can cure all diseases.

"I have one last question." She wiped away her tears and regained her momentum: "You didn't bet on me to win, did you?"

Cheng Qianren: "No, no. The money is here, and the house is also here."

Come back when all the money is gone.

Xu Ran was sent home by Lin Duzhi. He had a peaceful breath, which could make people feel at peace.

Cheng Qianren was sure that they were far away, and asked Gu Xuejiang: "I used to kill demons and water ghosts to survive. He has no grievances with Xu Ran, why bother to kill him?"

"You can't use the logic and reason of a normal person to understand a lunatic."

Cheng Qianren thought for a while, well, in the society ruled by law before, it is not against the law for a mentally ill person to kill someone.

In this world, some people live hard, and some people go crazy when they want to.

Gu Xuejiang looked at him: "What do you want to do? Don't be impulsive." The world has changed, and it is his turn to persuade Cheng San not to be impulsive.

"What she loses, she wants to win back. I don't like who represents me, and I won't represent anyone." Cheng Qianren stood up: "I just had enough."

Xu Ran's injury, Gu Xuejiang's invitation to the Hongmen Banquet, walking on the road surrounded by all kinds of eyes from the audience.Everything that happened recently made him feel bored, like a fire burning in his chest, constantly consuming the air he needed to breathe.

Cheng Qianren suddenly realized that the fire started on the night when he turned from inexplicable to a practitioner, on the day when he sent Zhu Liu away.

Tired of the desperate East Territory, he went to Nanyang to live a happy life, and he began to get used to being arranged by others, arranged by the so-called fate.

But now he is unwilling to get used to it.

"I want to see what this bullying thing can do to me."

Gu Xuejiang saw him standing under the icy and snowy moonlight, with his sleeves covered with wind, he looked noble and indifferent.

***

The finals have already started for half a month, and the civil and military tests are alternated, and new news comes out every day.

The martial arts practitioners on the sidelines analyzed the contestants' style of play, cheered for the winners, and learned lessons from the losers.Some of them are freshmen who entered this year and have no qualifications for registration. Some of them lost the preliminary or rematch and plan to fight again next year.The significance of a large-scale competition lies in the rapid growth of all young people on and off the stage.

The dignitaries of the state capital, military department, sect, and aristocratic family calmly evaluated the combat strength and future potential of the contestants.The people of Nanyang City like to discuss the colorful magical artifacts, and they talk about the hype, as if they have seen it with their own eyes.

The essay test also depends on luck.In addition to the opponent, whether the selected questions are good or not, and whether the questioner's intentions are accurate, have become the key to victory.

"If the Anguo Grand Canal is to be expanded, do you think the tributaries should go west or east?"

"Should our dynasty continue to expand its territory and launch a second Eastern Expedition?"

Mr. Hu has always been bold in his questions, and there are no taboos in the range of difficult questions. After all, no one can make him shut up in the territory of Nanyang City.

Gu Xuejiang went back and forth between the martial arts arena and the casino. With his eyesight and experience, he really hit a few upsets with extremely high odds, and won more than a hundred taels with a small bet.

Cheng Qianren, who usually enjoys making money, didn't move, just practiced his sword and practiced in silence.

Lin Duzhi's most feared "debate" is still coming.The venue was in the Qinxue Hall. Five highly respected gentlemen from the north and south colleges each scored the scores, and more than [-] outstanding students were selected by the masters to watch the competition in the hall.

There is a loudspeaker array on the hall, which can transmit the voice clearly, resounding throughout the square of the Hall of Diligent Learning, and accepting everyone's supervision.

At that time, the way of debating difficulties started in the north and flourished in the south. Scholars discussed the universe, current events, life, Taoism, Buddhism, etc. Vice President Hu was a master of this way when he was young.

Everyone has a different style of debate. Some people are good at explaining things in a coherent way, while others are good at inciting the audience's emotions.

Gu Xuejiang's style is now the mainstream - well-mannered, imposing, uttering brilliant and witty words like a lotus, but with contempt in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Sometimes the inside didn't finish talking, and the two factions outside the venue got excited and began to scold first.

Scholar swears at people, but they can't do anything tricky. They just say "forget it" over and over again.If a martial artist from the Qingshan Academy came to stir up the muddy water and shouted 'your mother and maidservant', both sides would feel as if they had been greatly insulted, and they would turn red and want to fight.

The inspectors outside the Hall of Diligent Learning are under more pressure than those on the sidelines of the martial arts arena.They often didn't understand what was said in the hall, and the people in the square suddenly became angry.

On this day, Yuan Xiasuo and Qiu Bei faced each other, and the hall was crowded with students, most of them had just finished watching the martial arts test in the morning, and came to take their seats without eating.

Yuan Xiasuo became famous with chess and won more than one big shot, while Qiu Bei is the most outstanding casting master of the younger generation.In addition, it is rumored that the two of them are very knowledgeable, knowing astronomy and geography.

The two most famous talents in Beilan will face off at the peak. The people of Nanyuan have been waiting for this excitement for a long time.

"We're here to witness history, what's the point of missing a meal," people said.

An hour later, half of the crowd dispersed.

Maybe I scolded history in my heart.

When Qiu Bei spoke, his words were straight and round, and he uttered word by word, which made the most patient old man in Chunbotai feel restless.

In addition to talking, he also drinks tea and eats pastries, and his mentality is very stable.

While he was drinking tea, the ruling couldn't help asking: "Is your statement over?"

Qiu Bei drank slowly, then slowly turned his head: "Ah? No..."

He put down the teacup and continued talking.

Gu Xuejiang thought to herself, fortunately Yuan Xiasuo got him, and the two of them went to kill each other, otherwise this would be a terrible opponent.

After Yuan Xiasuo left the field, he didn't have the slightest joy of victory, but only looked tired and unlovable.

Gu Xuejiang said to Lin Duzhi: "He can resist not abstaining. In this alone, I am not as good as him."

Qiu Bei's style really broke the rules. In order to prevent future generations from following suit, a rule was specially added to the competition. Each round of presentations by both sides should not exceed half an hour.

This rule has no effect on Lin Duzhi.The most important question for him is not the length of the statement, but how to speak generously in Penglai dialect in full view of the public.

Gu Xuejiang felt that this was impossible, as long as Lin Lu spoke, his face would turn red.

After watching dozens of debates, the day when Nanshan won the first place is approaching day by day, and all the articles he has written and the test papers he has answered have been dug out.Nanyuan student thought that after this stable victory, he would definitely challenge Yuanxia to challenge him.

Lin Duzhi became thinner day by day.

Seeing this, Gu Xuejiang felt depressed.Don't force him to fight for the top spot, aren't you happy if you don't see him?

"Do you want to abstain?"

Lin Duzhi shook his head: "No."

It was a bright and clear day, the sun was warm, and the outside of the Qinxue Hall was blocked, and the guards more than doubled.

Lin Duzhi was dressed in a sky-blue gown, with a green jade hairpin tied in his black hair, and walked into the hall, like a breeze and a bright moon, everyone would praise him as "the wood is beautiful in the forest".

His opponent stepped forward to greet him.

"Shiqu Pavilion, Beilan College, Li Zhe."

Lin Duzhi only saluted, but did not declare his family name.

He pointed to his throat and waved his hand.Walking to the deacon's desk where the process of debating was recorded, he stretched out his hand in the gesture of "please", and all the deacons immediately understood and prepared pens and ink for him to move the table.

There was an uproar in the hall.

"Could it be that Lin Duzhi's voice is hoarse? Why is it at this time?"

"The time limit is half an hour. How can writing be faster than speaking? Has he finished writing?"

People from Nanyuan insisted to invite a doctor, and to compare another day.Beilan Fang strongly objected: "How serious is the double-court martial arts final, the rules are the rules, how can it be changed for one person?"

After discussing with several judges, they were deeply embarrassed: "Although you speak with a pen, the rule is that you can't delay it for you. What you write will be read by the judge."

Pity.I thought there would be a wonderful debate today.

Lin Duzhi nodded, indicating that he knew.

That Beilan student suppressed his joy, picked up the Maojian tea on the table to moisten his throat.He was ready to lose, but he suddenly saw a turning point.If he wins the top spot in Nanshan and makes him miss the challenge, he will be the hero of Beilan, and he will definitely make a name for himself.

When the news spread outside the hall, there was another commotion.

Only Gu Xuejiang breathed a sigh of relief: "I actually came up with this method."

The bell rang and the watch began to count.

The students of Beilan were the first to speak: "Everyone who ruled, fellow students, it's really my honor to go up to the hall to argue with the 'Nanyuan Top of the List' today..."

He was in good shape, citing extensively, and eloquently.

Lin Duzhi stood in front of the table, spread out two large sheets of rice paper, and wrote the pen with his left and right hands at the same time, moving the brush like flying.

The spectators are far away and cannot see the content on the paper clearly.

"Even if he's afraid that he won't be able to finish writing, he can't do that..."

"If the handwriting is too scribbled, the ruling will be unclear, and the reading will be intermittent, which will be even more disadvantageous."

Lin Duzhi seemed to have never heard of it, his face was calm, his pen was like a snake, and his posture seemed to have a wonderful rhythm.The more people watched it, the more pleasing it was for the eyes, and some of them couldn't care less about listening to the student's discussion.

When all the leaks were exhausted, the ruling told Li Zhe to shut up.Lin Duzhi had already finished writing, no more, no less, exactly half an hour.

After receiving the ruling, I saw that the handwriting on the paper was neat, without any alteration, and it seemed to be completed in one go.He cleared his throat and read aloud.

The cadence and rhyme of this exposition are consistent, and it is catchy to read without any sense of stagnation.It sounds well-organized and linked together.At the end of the article, Li Zhe asked three questions, but Li Zhe couldn't answer any of them, and he couldn't help sweating profusely.

After the verdict was read, the hall was silent, and a moment later there was thunderous applause.When the deacon saw it, it was even half an hour, not less than a second.

After going back and forth for three rounds like this, before the start of the fourth round, the opponent was overwhelmed and finally abstained.

The students in the hall said that watching Lin Duzhi's calligraphy performance was more exciting than debating, and the people outside the hall said that listening to his writing was more hearty.

The deacon who recorded the game process wrote half a notebook, and later generations of biographers used this to speculate on the situation of the day:

"Mr. Lin was reticent when he was young. He was good at pen and ink. He argued with others and used his pen instead of his mouth. Composing articles with both bows and bows, both beautiful and eloquent, are enough to tempt people's hearts. Everyone is so absorbed that they don't feel sweating. noodle……"

Now Gu Xuejiang and Lin Duzhi only cared about being happy. They walked to the side hall to avoid the crowds, and walked around to the secluded flower corridor, leaving those cheers and discussions behind.

"It's ok, Lu, unexpectedly came up with this method. There is no one else, so don't pretend, just talk."

Lin Duzhi was still using sign language, and opened his mouth to make a sound of "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Gu Xuejiang panicked: "Who hurt you, who hurt you?!"

Lin Duzhi shook his head, took his palm, and wrote the word 'deceitful' on the palm of his hand.

Gu Xuejiang frowned: "You didn't want to lie, so you gave yourself dumb medicine?"

Lin Duzhi nodded with a "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Lin Duzhi patted him on the back, telling him not to be angry.

Gu Xuejiang was still so angry: "How long will it be better?"

Lin Lu stretched out three fingers.

"Three days? Are there any sequelae?"

Lin Lu nodded and shook his head.

"Don't do this in the future."

Lin Duzhi smiled, and wrote on the palm of his hand: Got it.

***

The day before Cheng Qianren's performance, he received an invitation from Qingshanyuan.

The martial artists there rarely use such things.If there is anything, just yell and leave.

This time, in order to show respect, I will act according to the rules of scholars.

Cheng Qianren went to the appointment without hesitation.

It was Liu Jing who opened the door. His opponent in the martial arts arena tomorrow greeted him cordially: "Junior Brother Cheng, please come in quickly."

There are six or seven people in the courtyard, and there are four or five jars of wine on the stone table.

Cheng Qianren vaguely guessed their intentions.

They were all teammates who had played polo together, and everyone sat down and had a drink without saying a word.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhou Yan patted Cheng Qianren on the shoulder: "Our martial arts don't have so many twists and turns. To tell you the truth, the situation of the lottery in this year's martial arts test is very unfavorable to Nanyuan. Ten must occupy the fifth place, and the top three will occupy the first place, so it is not considered a loss, otherwise it will be the tenth year of being suppressed by Beilan..."

"I've drawn Fu Keji, so I'm afraid I won't be able to compete in the Challenger League. You and Senior Brother Liu are equal in combat strength. No matter who wins tomorrow, you won't be able to fight again in the Challenger League."

"Nanyuan must have at least one person to fight for the top three. Do you understand what I mean?"

Cheng Qianren asked softly: "So, for the honor of the academy, Brother Liu and I will have a fake fight tomorrow, leaving one person to save our strength and go to the challenge?"

He put down the wine bowl, feeling sorry.This is Zhuyeqing from Feifenglou, he has not been willing to buy it for a long time.

Zhou Yan waved his hand: "This yard has a formation to isolate visitors, just say what you want. Don't panic, this is not an unwritten rule. When I participated in the competition last year, the senior brothers all did this. The real fight and the fake fight, the degree of injury, except for myself, Who can tell the difference? It's all for the academy."

Cheng Qianren smiled: "That's right. Nanyuan's interests are greater than the sky, so personal honor and disgrace are nothing."

Everyone clapped their hands, and wanted to toast him again, but Cheng Qianren was not polite, and drank three bowls.

Suddenly said: "It's just that Senior Brother Liu has been wronged, so he has to deliberately lose to me."

The atmosphere froze instantly, and the drinkers looked at each other in blank dismay.

Liu Jing said with difficulty: "What did you say?"

Cheng Qianren unloaded the old sword and put it on the stone table.Get up calmly.Everyone was on guard for a moment, and they couldn't help touching the weapons at their waists.

"Private fights are prohibited during the double courtyard fight, but Senior Brother Zhou said just now that this courtyard has an isolation formation."

In the bleak autumn wind, the faint fragrance floats. It was originally the sweet-scented osmanthus flower in the corner of the courtyard.

Cheng Qianren walked towards the flower tree and said, "Since Brother Liu is not reconciled, how can I be reconciled? I believe that you all really consider Nan Yuan. Right now there is a fairest way."

He broke off a flower branch.Osmanthus osmanthus buds tremble, still with morning dew.

In the hand, it looks like a delicate sword.

He said, "Please."

***

The battle between Cheng Qianren and Liu Jing was thought to be a bitter battle of equal strength.In the end, Cheng Qianren ended up defeating the enemy with three moves.Although exciting, but not addictive.People are looking forward to the challenge even more. The reputation of 'Nanyuan's first genius' reached its peak for a while.

"Tomorrow I will try to consume him as much as possible and force him to use his strongest ultimate move. You are optimistic off the court. If you are not more than [-]% sure, then don't choose to challenge him."

The day before Zhou Yan played, he said this to Cheng Qianren.When the ranking comes out, it is obviously safer to challenge No.3 than Fu Keji Yuan Shangqiu.

There was no need for Gu Xuejiang and others to worry about that day, the martial arts practitioners from Qingshanyuan helped them occupy the best stand in the stands.

But Cheng Qianren didn't come.

Because he was about to break through, he had to retreat.

The timing was good enough and bad enough.