farce a ups and downs

The major sects sent the invitations to Shen Zhuang yesterday, and the servants in the village sorted and stacked them.In the early morning, the three servants rushed to Jianlu with a thick stack of greeting cards. These posts included the list of disciples who participated in the meeting. They had to wait for the owner to read them before numbering the sessions. However, before seeing Shen Minglang, Shen Minglang Yu cuts off.

"The owner casts swords day and night, Fang Dacheng has already rested today, so there is no need to bother him with such things."

After finishing speaking, Shen Yu waved his servants away, and looked at the posts and lists in the room next to the sword furnace.

Shen Minglang fell asleep in the inner room, he could vaguely hear a little snoring, Shen Yu's movements of flipping through the pages were light and slow, and the sound of papers turning was so subtle that it could be ignored.

The inner room was burning with incense to help sleep, but Shen Yu could hear Shen Minglang turning over from time to time.

The time for half a cup of tea passed, and the sound of the quilt slipping came.

Shen Yu closed a post, got up and went to the inner room, covered Shen Minglang again with the quilt, and then continued to pick up the next post.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, and her hand holding the post tightened again and again.

On the cover page of the post, it says Ling Jue faction, the last row of the list of disciples who participated in the meeting, and the three characters Shen Feiyu are neatly written in regular script.

The date of the conference has already been set, and all that remains are the list and the number of competitions that have not yet been announced.

This year's conference is different from the past, it will be divided into two stages, the first stage is a competition between juniors who have just entered the rivers and lakes, the winner will get the magic weapon, the second stage is the one who has already become famous, or has already ascended to the head The second stage focuses on the exchange of martial arts, and the winner will get a thousand taels of silver.

This decision can be said to basically solve the problem of unfair results caused by the competition between the seniors and the juniors in previous conferences.In addition, in the first stage, the jury system will be adopted for the first time.

Set up five well-known judges to score the participating knights. If someone wins the competition but fails to get a passing score from the judges, then no one will advance to this competition.

In this way, those who won by improper means will be brushed off, ensuring the fairness and justice of the conference to the greatest extent.

The list of judges has not been announced yet, but the person who can take on this job needs to have a certain reputation and good martial arts. In layman's terms, he can stand the stage.

Apart from the money and various subsidies provided by Shen Zhuang, being invited to be a judge, showing his face at the sword-questioning conference, and directly deciding whether a participant advances is also an affirmation of the judges' own abilities.

The sword-seeking conference has always only invited major sects, and it is difficult for some well-known rangers who have no sects to rely on to participate in this grand martial arts event. It is a pity that when Shen Zhuang proposed the judging system, he also released news that most of the judges were from rangers. choose from.

Sure enough, not long after the news was sent out, many people were ready to move.Shen Yu handed over invitations to the person he had decided on in his heart. At first, some people did Tai Chi with her in a vague way, neither agreeing nor refusing, but Shen Yu understood that these people had made up their minds from the beginning, but they just wanted to wait until the end before agreeing. , in order to highlight their own value, so that the bargaining chip can be improved.

Shen Yu knew how to change the situation to her advantage, but she didn't.

As soon as the judge system comes out, the benefits may not be obvious at the beginning, but going forward, the advantages will definitely outweigh the disadvantages.

Not to mention other things, but now, the operability brought by the jury system has been greatly improved.

For example, a little-known knight can be directly eliminated in the first round.

Because the other party is not well-known, no one will pay special attention to him, and Shen Feiyu has a special status, but he is competing in his own venue, and the world will not believe that Shen Zhuang will cheat his "own family".

With an idea in mind, Shen Yu raised the corners of his lips and wrote Shen Feiyu's name together with the name of another sect's disciple.

Two days later, the list of participants was released together with the competition sessions, and posted on the list of influencers in Liuzhou City. All sects and sects can send people to transcribe. dual mode.

Non-fish Inn.

He Zhixiao picked up the teacup on the table, brought it to his mouth, and put it down before taking a sip. After a while, he picked up the teacup again, and put it down again in less than two seconds. After repeated several times, Luo Wenchu ​​finally couldn't continue to pretend Turn a blind eye.

"Junior brother, it's useless to be anxious."

He Zhixiao retorted subconsciously: "I'm not anxious."

He picked up the teacup again, "I'm just... I didn't expect Shen Zhuang to play like this."

Luo Wenchu ​​was lazily sitting by the window, with one leg hanging down. The autumn sun was not as hot as summer, and it made people feel warm all over. Even the tone of his voice showed a sense of calmness: "For the whole martial arts world , our Lingjue faction will participate in this conference is also something they did not expect."

"But the other sects more or less knew the rules of this conference in advance. We lost from the very beginning." At that time, he was busy dealing with Lu Jiming's affairs. All the matters fell on him. He knew that Xiao Guang was enough to deal with the spies from other sects wandering on Feiping Mountain. When the disciple returned to the sect, he started to lead the disciple to Liuzhou and had no time to inquire about the information. The system really gave him a blow to the head.

"No." Luo Wenchu ​​took out a pear from his bosom, and said while clicking, "Could it be that they could come up with countermeasures if they knew in advance?"

That being said, it seems to be true. Anyway, the decision-making power is in the hands of the judges, which is equivalent to controlling the life and death of the participants. Could it be that he can still bribe the judges?Besides, it is still unclear which five judges there are.

He Zhixiao felt more balanced: "They hid it deep enough." He took a pear and walked to Luo Wenchu's side, "You've been looking outside since just now, what are you looking at..."

As soon as he lowered his eyes, a young man practicing sword in the courtyard broke into his sight.

The pear in my hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

He Zhixiao paused speechlessly: "You asked me to change rooms on purpose, just so that you can see your apprentice when you open the window?"

"Then why should I like your house? Feiyu refuses to share a room with me."

When he said this, his senior brother didn't even look at him.

"Senior brother, you..."

He Zhixiao hesitated to speak.

He always felt that recently there was something more in the relationship between the master and the apprentice that others could not explain clearly, and it was always annoying people all the time.

"what?"

"...Nothing happened." The meeting was coming soon, He Zhixiao only hoped that nothing would go wrong.

When the disciple who transcribed the competition came back, He Zhixiao took the paper presented by the disciple, spread it flat on the table, waved the disciple away, and called Luo Wenchu ​​to take a look.

They have some understanding of the format of this conference, but at this time, they need to make a final analysis for the disciples in the sect who participated in the conference.

The disciples of the Lingjue Sect were very enthusiastic, and there were no less than 20 people in the registration alone. Looking at other sects, there were 18 people from Xiehua Palace, 17 people from Liangding Temple, and [-] people from the Little Kunlun Sect...

Everyone dispersed and rearranged their numbers, and all members of the same door staggered to fight against each other.With just one glance, Luo Wenchu ​​and He Zhixiao had a general idea in mind.

"This year, the Zhengyi Sect and the Qingguang Sect only sent one or two disciples," He Zhixiao sighed softly, "On the way we came, I heard that the two factions were fighting hard."

Luo Wenchu: "Not only the two sects, but also the small and medium sects have only a handful of people this year."

Ren Sheng Ren Shi is still secretly investigating, and the news sent back is that many small and medium sects are involved in various battles. Luo Wenchu ​​carefully looked at the event map, and found that many sects who participated in previous years did not sign up, and Ren Sheng Ren Die He didn't send back any relevant news, his eyes were dim, and he shook his head imperceptibly, the string in his heart gradually tightened, and a bad premonition came.

At night, Shen Feiyu was sitting cross-legged on the bed wiping his sword, while Linghu Tuan was sleeping peacefully beside his pillow.

The door moved slightly, Shen Feiyu raised his eyes, and his eyes met Luo Wenchu ​​who was pushing the door.

"Aren't you going to practice tonight?" Shen Feiyu practiced sword in the yard every day for the past two days, and Luo Wenchu ​​was also used to going back to his room every day, and he could see people when he opened the window, but he didn't want to miss out tonight.

He thought for a moment and said: "Tomorrow is the meeting, so it's better to save some energy tonight."

Shen Feiyu got out of bed and poured tea for him, "I think the same as Master. Is Master here for something?"

"I'll analyze and analyze the opponent for you." Luo Wenchu ​​dragged him to the bedside after drinking the tea offered by his apprentice Xiaojing.

Shen Feiyu raised her eyebrows, meaning she must talk by the bedside?

A certain human being pretended not to see him, went to bed in a smooth manner, and then patted the side of his side. Shen Feiyu frowned and looked at him with a helpless expression.

"Come on, ordinary people don't get the treatment you have."

No matter how helpless he was, Shen Feiyu could only compromise, "What does Master want to say?"

"Each session of the Swordsmanship Tournament will not last too long. One side wins if one side is kicked off the sword competition stage or takes the initiative to admit defeat. But this year, the judging system has been added. Everyone is not sure how this system is going to be. What is the standard for scoring, whether it is personal preference, or the performance of the contestants on the spot, or moral character, everything is still unknown."

Listening, Shen Feiyu gradually became serious.

"Under the premise that everything is unknown, I suggest to my teacher." Luo Wenchu ​​looked directly at Shen Feiyu, with a galaxy in his eyes, "Show your strength, absolute strength, and impeccable strength. catch everyone's attention."

"But disciple..."

"Don't say you can't do it."

Shen Feiyu lowered her eyes and bit her lower lip tightly.

Practicing swords every day these days, but the bottleneck is always there, there is no progress, the days of being the tail of the crane in the martial arts competition are vividly remembered, the more before the competition, the more confused Shen Feiyu is:

Can I really do it myself?

A warm hand touched the top of his head and rubbed it gently.

"Do you still remember what you said to the teacher?"

"...Don't be arrogant and complacent, let alone belittle yourself."

"No."

Shen Feiyu: "?"

Luo Wenchu's dark eyes reflected the youthful and delicate face, and his tone was as gentle as a stream flowing slowly in the mountains: "Feiyu, you are fine, you are really fine, believe in yourself a little more - and believe in yourself more I have some."

For a few seconds, Shen Feiyu's heart beat like a drum, and she was shocked by this sentence, and then she was dumbfounded by Luo Wenchu's next sentence.

"After all, the vision of a teacher will never be wrong."

It's almost hard to tell whether it's boasting or boasting.

Shen Feiyu turned her face away, hiding the smile on her lips, but her movements could be called coquettish, arching Luo Wenchu's hand on top of her head.

"The disciple understands."

The next day, the sun was fine and the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant. At the gate of Shenzhuang, all the sects of the rivers and lakes gathered, and it was blocked for a while.

Shen Minglang, the owner of Shenzhuang, went out to greet him personally, and after seeing off Xiehua Palace and Liangding Temple, he turned around and saw his servants leading a team of fifty or sixty people, all dressed in white.The team walked forward like a pure white stream, especially the leader, who looked young, with white clothes fluttering, and a body like a bamboo, even under the eyes of masters like clouds, he was still calm and calm.

Langyue's breezy face, but with a pair of flirtatious peach blossom eyes, just looking at each other, already shocked Shen Minglang.

This appearance on such a person does not appear feminine, but instead has a kind of arrogance and self-restraint engraved in people's hearts.

But what shocked Shen Minglang was not the appearance of this person, but...

"Master Shen, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so unparalleled."

It was originally a compliment, but the smile on Shen Minglang's face almost couldn't be held back, "Where is it, Sect Master Luo is already a mountain, I don't know if the martial arts have improved again in the past few years?"

"See for yourself on the court."

Many people in the village were paying attention to the conversation between Shen Minglang and Luo Wenchu, seeing that he was so confident, their expressions all changed.

A young disciple of a sect asked his senior brother, "Senior brother, why is the sect leader trembling?"

The brother replied: "Maybe it's because I recalled some unbearable past events."

On the other side, after greeting Luo Wenchu, Shen Minglang used the pretext of taking over other sects, not wanting to talk to him, and when he left, he caught a glimpse of a certain white figure from the corner of his eye, and his heart tightened.When he turned around to look again, the disciples of Lingjue Sect had been intertwined with other sects, making it hard to find.

Shen Minglang suppressed his shock, and walked towards the door, when Shen Mingyu came to him on the way: "Father, have you seen the Ling Jue faction?"

The conference was just around the corner, but this son knew how to run outside all day long. Shen Minglang had been busy for several months by himself. Seeing him at this moment, he felt a bit of a headache, so he said in a bad mood, "I just left."

"Oh, then I'll go..."

"Wait," Shen Minglang said with a straight face after making up his mind to sharpen his second son, "If you're fine, come with me as a guide."

"Isn't it good to leave these things to the servants?"

Seeing that his son didn't even know how to grasp such a good opportunity to broaden the world and expand his network, Shen Minglang sternly shouted: "Are you coming or not?"

Shen Mingyu was startled: "But I want to find..."

"Who are you looking for? Looking for your cronies again?"

Shen Mingyu moved her lips, but didn't answer. Finally, she reluctantly looked at the chaotic villa inside, and followed Shen Minglang to the outside of the village with her head down to welcome the teams of various sects.

Inside the village, Luo Wenchu ​​waved his hands away from Shen Zhuang's servants who led the way, and together with He Zhixiao led the crowd to go down the Sword Discourse Arena, half a step behind He Zhixiao on the way, and stood diagonally in front of Shen Feiyu.

"Don't recognize each other?"

Shen Feiyu didn't look sideways: "I don't recognize each other."

"How much hatred?"

"No grudge."

"I do not believe."

Shen Feiyu was helpless: "In this situation, even if we recognize each other, it will only bring pressure to him."

"Won't you put pressure on him when you go to the Sword Discourse Arena later?"

"At least he'll have time to digest."

After speaking, Shen Feiyu fell into deep thought.

Looking at Shen Minglang's appearance just now, it doesn't look like he knew he would attend the conference. Could it be that he didn't see the list?

In the past, my father was responsible for these matters alone. He always worked hard for some trivial matters. Could it be that there has been a change in this meeting?

Apart from Shen Mingyu, the only one who is qualified to take over these things from his father is Shen Yu.

Thinking of this, Shen Feiyu's brows were stained with a touch of sadness.

His competition, I am afraid it will not be so smooth.