for evil

After the old Taoist left, Dong Yin continued to live in the other courtyard in the back mountain, and continued to live his life as usual, eating the meals in the temple when he was hungry, and drinking when he was thirsty. It's a good wine, but it's also comfortable.

After a year like this, Guanzhong's annual sword-testing meeting began. Guanzhong's disciples competed and learned from each other in order to improve each other.This year, I don't know who suddenly thought of Dongyin from Houshan. According to his seniority, Dongyin can be regarded as a disciple of the younger generation, and logically speaking, he should also participate. Therefore, he was also included in the list of this sword test conference .

Dong Yin didn't want to be remembered at this moment, but since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take it as a long-term gain.

This year's Sword Discourse Conference is particularly huge, with disciples from Donglai Guanzhong and other Taoist disciples, there are thousands of people.

Dong Yin got up a bit late, and went to hang out, the game has already started, Dong Yin squeezed at the end of the team, looked inside, watching the fierce battle inside, felt very boring, and got tired after watching it for a while .

Dong Yin shook his legs while looking at the people around him.He saw the real Nanzhi sitting in the upper seat, with the same stern and murderous spirit as before, watching the battle with a blank face, he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.Dong Yin suddenly felt sorry for Master Nanzhi. He had to sit there and watch the whole day for such a boring game, which showed that it was really difficult to be the head teacher of this school.

Rows of disciples in plain white Taoist robes were standing in Nanzhi Reverend, all of them looked like talented people, equipped with swords, standing dignifiedly and uniformly behind Nanzhi Reverend.

Dong Yin sighed, and felt that these people were too tired to live. Instead of being like this, it would be better to be like the short-lived master. .

Dong Yin slowly squeezed out of the crowd, found a place under the shade of a tree, leaned against a big rock, and fell asleep.

In the middle, he was awakened by several applause, opened his eyes and unconsciously looked inside, and saw a pretty figure in plain white standing proudly in the distance, and in front of him was a somewhat downcast disciple of his sect.

There were voices of others talking in my ears: "Hey, this young man is good, his swordsmanship is sharp, and he is not sloppy. He has fought five times in a row, and he has not lost the slightest. If he can keep it up, I am afraid that he should win the first place." Don't worry about it?"

"Naturally, you don't know him yet? This is the tenth disciple under Master Nanzhi's sect, and also the only disciple of Master Nanzhi who entered the house. He has the true biography of Master Nanzhi, and his ability is one in a million. Naturally, he is not bad. "

Dong Yin was still sleepy, he held his head up, blocked other people's comments from his ears, and let the world be turned upside down, he just slept in his own muddled sleep, fell asleep again after a while, and even started to drink and eat at the foot of the mountain Meat dreams...

When he woke up again, he heard someone calling his name. Dong Yin woke up and subconsciously said lazily, "I'm here!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Dong Yin one after another, feeling a little uncomfortable being watched, Dong Yin stretched a lot, and walked slowly onto the arena.

Dong Yin saw the Taoist priest next to Master Nan Zhi frowning, and asked Nan Zhi in a low voice, "Who is this?"

Master Nan Zhi cast his eyes on Dong Yin: "He is the disciple of my unworthy senior brother."

The Taoist priest was even more surprised: "So he still has a disciple?!"

Dong Yin no longer paid attention to those who were there or not, stepped forward, and cast his eyes on the opponent directly in front of him.

The moment their eyes met, both of them were taken aback.

Dong Yin looked at the man for a long time: he has grown a lot taller, and his appearance has become more and more beautiful, he has not lost the shape of the past at all, but Dong Yin can recognize those black eyes.

Dong Yin said: "It's you?! I haven't seen you for many years, but I almost didn't recognize you!"

The surprise in the man's eyes disappeared in a flash, then he lowered his eyebrows and bowed respectfully before the battle.

Dong Yin followed his example and saluted, and the sense of surprise in his heart faded. Looking at the indifferent expression of that person, he thought that he was right. He was so young at that time, and he hadn't seen him in ten years. I forgot.

The way the man raised his sword was not angry and pretentious, he had imitated Nanzhi's rigid and boring look by ten percent.Dong Yin suddenly regretted that the well-behaved and cute little man in his childhood had turned into a young version of real Nanzhi.

Dong Yin also picked up the sword. Although he had been in a daze for the past few years and his swordsmanship was not very good, when he saw the person opposite, he remembered the way he was shaking and holding a wooden stick to beat Lai Da. Take it easy and count your odds.

But that person didn't give him the slightest chance, and ended the battle with only two moves.The first sword resolutely pushed away the sword in Dong Yin's hand, and the second pointed directly at Dong Yin's throat.

Everything happened in an instant. Dong Yin was caught off guard and stared blankly at the cold-looking person in front of him, then smiled calmly: "I lost."

The man looked directly at Dong Yin, without any emotion in his eyes, lowered his eyes, and withdrew his sword.

Dong Yin saluted his clothes, nodded to him, and walked out of the arena.

A disciple of the same generation laughed from behind: "I thought it was so powerful, but I didn't expect it to be a waste. Just like his master, he is a waste who eats and drinks."

Dong Yin paused, turned his head and smiled: "Victory and defeat are common things, you lost too, could it be that you and your master are also trash?"

The man was angry and grabbed Dong Yin's skirt: "What did you say?"

"Why are you so shameless? Do you want me to scold you again?"

The man raised his fist as if he was about to swing it down, but someone stopped him: "Yan Hui, stop!"

The man named Yan Hui hurriedly stopped, turned around and called respectfully: "Senior Brother Yan Yu."

Yu Yan?Dong Yin recited the name silently.Talking less and melancholy, it suits him well.

Yan Yu said to Yan Hui, "There are a lot of fellow travelers here this time, so don't make noise."

Yan Hui nodded, glanced at Dong Yin and left angrily.

Yan Yu turned around and faced Dong Yin.

Dong Yin felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by those indifferent looks, and felt that there was no need to make fun of himself. At this moment, he just wanted to find a place to drink a cup or two, and said: "You don't have to talk about me, I know, I also I don’t want to stay here any longer, so let’s go.”

Yan Yu paused, and said, "Practice more swordsmanship when you have time."

Dong Yin waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I get it, I'm embarrassing for Dong Laiguan! But junior brother, you shot too hard, otherwise you wouldn't let me be like this among the crowd... Uh... "

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Junior brother?"

Dong Yin smiled: "Yes, your master is my master's senior brother, how old are you younger than me, what is it if you are not my senior brother?"

Dong Yin took advantage, squinted at Yan Yu and smiled.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a shout.

"Brother Yan Yu!"

Dong Yin followed the voice and saw an extremely delicate and clever girl.

The girl ran up excitedly: "Brother performed very well today, everyone in the field is full of boasting, and the master seems very happy..." The girl blushed slightly: "Alian is also very happy for the brother."

Dong Yin smiled secretly, turned around and left knowing the current affairs.