Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

"What?" Su Yuqing couldn't believe it, "Say it again?"

Wang Ding repeated it with a numb face.

Su Yuqing couldn't help showing a smile, he just said a mantra to express his shock, this guy really repeated it.

It's still... pretty cute.

Su Yuqing has no doubts about what Wang Ding said. If he wants to lie to him, he can use a more reasonable and acceptable reason. There is no need to make it up so wildly and unbelievably.

He had originally listened to Master Nianci's remark that "Jingfengjian will wake up and restore his true colors when he sees a destined person" as a legend—if such a person really existed, why would it not appear for hundreds of years?

But Wang Ding's words made him have to bring this information out of his mind again and study it again.

"You mean to feel that the sword is calling you?" Su Yuqing asked, "And then you can't help but want to touch it?"

"That's right, that's it, my body is completely out of control." Wang Ding remembered a little ashamed, "If you hadn't stopped me, I'm afraid I would have made a fool of myself in public."

Su Yuqing said with a smile: "If an ordinary person finds that he has a connection with the Excalibur, he will definitely show it on the spot and let the whole world know his bond with the Excalibur. It's better for you to do everything possible to suppress yourself."

"Showing so brightly, do you think your life is too long?" Wang Ding asked in a low voice, "Don't you think that this time there is something strange?"

Su Yuqing nodded, "Indeed, if you recruit a son-in-law, you will recruit a son-in-law. Sending a sword is simply superfluous."

"So if I want to behave strangely, wouldn't that be a source of fire?"

Su Yu made a big circle with his hand, "This time the game is set too big..."

Wang Ding pondered: "And I still don't know who designed it and what his purpose is. They are in the dark, but we are in the light. Just now in the cave, everyone came forward to appreciate the sword one by one. Maybe it was to see who followed this sword. The sword responds."

"You mean..." Su Yuqing shut up cleverly, "It's about the same as what I thought."

It should be that Master Nian Ci learned through some means that there are young people in the Jianghu who have a connection with the Jingfeng Sword, and can even wake it up, so they spent a lot of time and effort to create such a big drama of "martial arts competition and recruiting relatives".

The crux of the problem is, what does she want to do after finding out this person?

Wang Ding and Su Yuqing said three words at the same time: Youlongjian.

Then the two smiled helplessly. This kind of tacit understanding really didn't want it, which meant that they were involved in huge trouble again.

"Old Wang, Mr. Su!"

Downstairs, Jiangling had finished practicing martial arts, but he didn't see the other two people in the hall, so he expected to go upstairs, so he put his hips on his hips and shouted downstairs.

Wang Ding's hair was full of black lines, and he pushed open the window, "What are you yelling about?"

Bian Jiangling didn't expect that Wang Ding poked his head out of the window of Su Yuqing's room, so he couldn't help but open his mouth, "In broad daylight, you all announce..."

"Get out!" Wang Ding stopped him immediately, this guy who opened his mouth to talk nonsense really wanted to strangle him, "Why do you ask us, you finished your training?"

Bian Jiangling raised his head, "I'm done practicing once, I want to take a rest, the time may be almost up, you two come down."

"I think you're quite impatient, wanting to knock down all the competitors at once?" Wang Ding joked, "We'll come down now."

It was also a coincidence that just after Wang Ding and Su Yuqing went downstairs, and before they had even exchanged words with Bian Jiangling, Xiaotong came to remind everyone that they could go to the martial arts arena.

"If we don't participate, we can also visit it?" Wang Ding asked.

The little boy said: "Of course, all heroes are welcome to visit the tournament."

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The competition field of the Emei School was built on a relatively high but relatively flat terrain, about the size of two basketball courts, very spacious.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue and white clouds, and the colorful flags around the martial arts field were fluttering in the wind, which was in line with the warm atmosphere of martial arts competitions.

Four wooden fences were used to separate a space about half the size of a basketball court on the martial arts arena. A red carpet was spread on the ground, a big drum was placed in the northeast, and a row of weapon racks was placed in the northwest. This is the arena for today's martial arts competition. up.

Above the competition platform, several rows of tables and chairs were temporarily set up for people to rest, and tea, snacks and fruits were also placed, which was very thoughtful.

Looking from a distance, Wang Ding saw that these seats were almost filled up. The eagerness of these martial arts young heroes to "win the contest, marry Meijiao Niang, obtain the magic weapon, and reach the pinnacle of life" can be seen.

Mrs. Nian Ci has also arrived at the scene, sitting and drinking tea, Wu Binglian is beside her, serving tea and playing the fan, she looks very cute.Hu Min and several other junior sisters were so busy talking about the martial arts competition inside and out.

The Plum Garden where Wang Ding and the others lived was relatively far away, so they arrived relatively late.

After greeting Mrs. Nian Ci, the three of them walked towards Meng Yanzhi. As usual, Meng Yanzhi sat with Luo Heng and the others, and had already occupied three seats for them.

"You guys came so early." Bian Jiangling said after sitting down, "You are more active than me who is going to participate in the competition."

"Our side is closer." Meng Yanzhi got along with Bian Jiangling these days, and he no longer restrained himself, and joked, "You think we want to rob Lianmei from you? Thinking too much. "

Bian Jiangling laughed loudly, and couldn't help but glance at Wu Binglian over there, "I know you don't have such thoughts, I can't wait for it."

"Hero Bian, remember not to show mercy." Luo Heng cupped his fists, "You will definitely win."

Wang Ding laughed out loud, "This is the first time I see someone wanting to lose so urgently.

"Hey!" Luo Heng said with a sad expression, "I can't help it, anyway, I'll leave it to Brother Bian."

Bian Jiangling: "It's easy to say, I will definitely do my best. But if my skills are inferior to others, there is nothing I can do."

"No." Luo Heng immediately patted his chest, "It's normal to lose to the right guardian of the Demon Sect in a fierce battle, brother Bian, don't worry."

Wang Ding looked around and saw that the rest seats were already filled by all the sects, and their young disciples and attendants could only stand, which almost surrounded the ring of the competition. It's quite like the serious martial arts conference in the martial arts drama.

The location of the arena is slightly lower than where the seats are placed, which is also convenient for everyone to enjoy the competition.

Xia Man, who was dressed in purple, stepped onto the ring neatly. She is not tall, but she has a strong aura, and there is a heroic spirit in her brows. Wang Ding thinks that he admires such a girl more.

Holding the drumstick in her hand, she walked to the direction of the big drum and knocked three times in a row, skillfully and heroically.The majestic sound of the drums immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and the originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet.

Xia Man put down the drumsticks and walked to the middle of the ring, holding an envelope in her right hand.It seems that today's competition will be hosted by her.

She has a lively and generous personality, which is more suitable for this role than the serious and introverted Hu Min. Besides, Hu Min probably doesn't have the mood to be the host.

"Good afternoon, heroes. The martial arts tournament has officially begun. Let me tell you something first."

As soon as she finished speaking, all the candidates stood up and surrounded the edge of the ring, and the space that was originally not spacious seemed even more crowded.

"Say it quickly." Many people below couldn't wait.

"Heroes, don't be restless, I'll announce it now." Xia Man frowned slightly, and could see that she was a little displeased with these people's unreasonableness, but she couldn't get angry because of politeness. "There are 19 people in this match. Divided into two groups A and B, one group of nine people and one group of ten people. The group of nine people will choose one person to compete with the winner of the remaining eight people; The winner of the four faces off."

"Didn't the selected person save energy and get a bargain?" Some people were dissatisfied after hearing this.

Xia Man smiled slightly, "So according to the lottery, whoever is lucky will get the best deal. This time, the bye in Group A will be drawn first, and then the list for the group duel will be drawn. The bye in Group B will be drawn after the first round of competition."

The people below choked, it made sense, it was all about luck, no one had anything to say.

She opened the envelope and began to read the list of groups A and B.

Bian Jiangling was placed in Group A, and it needs to be drawn now. Luo Heng and Mr. Liu are both in Group B.

Xia Man waved to the audience, and the boy brought a handful of bamboo sticks, the sticks of which were very thin.

She held the bamboo sticks and signaled to everyone, "Here are nine bamboo sticks, one of which has red dye on the bottom, the hero who gets that bamboo stick will have a bye to wait for the final confrontation.

Then the little boy brought a big white steamed bun, and Xia Man turned her back and inserted nine bamboo sticks into the steamed bun.

"Let's invite the heroes of Group A to come and draw lots."

Wang Ding commented on Bian Jiangling, "A down-to-earth way of drawing lots, a down-to-earth girl, I think you are a good match for a down-to-earth you."

The corner of Bian Jiangling's mouth twitched, "With her, I'm afraid we'll fight from morning to night. If you forgive me, I still like quiet girls."

"It's good to fight." Su Yuqing said quietly, "Wouldn't it be beautiful for gods to fight?"

Wang Ding restrained himself to keep himself from laughing, and gave Su Yuqing a thumbs up, "Like it."

This guy has become an old driver now.

Bian Jiangling angrily said, "Young Master Su, why are you as unscrupulous as Lao Wang now, you are really black!"

Su Yuqing smiled, "The lottery has begun, let's go."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Wang Ding: Why do you like quiet ones? Old Bian, you like the green tea watch.

Adorable Lord: People are hard to tear down, give the right protector a little face

Mr. Meng: People are difficult and cannot be demolished +1

Luo Heng: People are hard to tear down +2

Liu Gaoyuan: +3

Bian Jiangling: ...Where did you get out of upstairs!go away!