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Lin Haoren and Wu Chaosheng share the same perspective, this feeling is really strange.

He heard Wu Chaosheng speaking in a gentle voice, and he could feel Wu Chaosheng's inner peace and vague worries.He could hear Wu Chaosheng's steady and powerful heartbeat, but he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, and he couldn't interfere with Wu Chaosheng's words and deeds.

For a moment, he was not even sure whether he was Lin Haoren or Wu Chaosheng, or if this was just a dream that was too real.

Although the two have the same face, their words and deeds are completely opposite.Wu Chaosheng is the elder brother of the Ghost Control Sect. He comes from a wealthy family. He has never experienced any hardships since he was a child. His family loves him very much. He wants to abandon the world of mortals and practice some Taoism. His family has never stopped him. road.

As far as this selfless and great family relationship is concerned, in Lin Haoren's memory, only his grandparents have treated him sincerely. After that, he has experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, and he has long given up hope for human nature, living himself like a house isolated on all sides. deserted island.

Wu Chaosheng is as warm and moist as the sun melting snow, and Lin Haoren is as lonely as a frozen grotto.

He could see all of Wu Chaosheng's memories, as if he was one of Wu Chaosheng's many consciousnesses.At this moment, he fully understood how Wu Chaosheng was loved, how talented, how he was accepted as a disciple by Hua Qingqiong, and because of his gentleness, excellent temper, and talent, he was deeply loved by other disciples of the Ghost Control Sect.

He also knew that Wu Chaosheng returned to the Ghost Sect with You Jinge, who was only eight years old, and picked the best herbs and fruits for him on the top of Yaofeng Mountain. Junior brother is happy.

However, when You Jinge woke up, he just had a dull face and a dull expression, and he would not answer no matter what he asked, as if he was stupid.

You Jinge is the youngest disciple accepted by the Ghost Control Sect. Wu Chaosheng treats him very well, almost raising him as his own brother.The two have a close relationship and trust each other. As they grow older, You Jinge's temper gradually becomes violent and cold, but he only listens to the words of his master and Wu Chaosheng. The little patience seems to be given to these two people, and he always treats others coldly. There was a terrifying gloom.

Wu Chaosheng knew that he had a knot in his heart, but he didn't know how to resolve it. It wasn't until some time ago that You Jinge sneaked down the mountain with other brothers and made a lonely soul fly away with his own hands. When this matter reached Wu Chaosheng's ears, he lost his temper for the first time.

You Jinge was imprisoned for three months, and when he came out, it coincided with the start of the sect competition.Because of his high talent and hard work, he was allowed to participate in the competition by his master as an exception. It can be regarded as an eye-opener, and he learned more from his predecessors.

In order to surprise his senior brother, You Jinge covered his senior brother's eyes and led him into the competition venue on the mountain behind Yaofeng.

Only those who are allowed to participate in this place are eligible to enter. When Wu Chaosheng opened his eyes and found where he was, what did he not understand?

As a big brother, Wu Chaosheng naturally wanted to participate in the competition, but he didn't expect that his master would allow his junior brother to participate, so he couldn't help feeling very worried.

When the people under the tree saw the two of them, they got up one after another, and respectfully saluted, "Brother."

Someone said in surprise, "Junior Brother You? How could you come in? Could it be..."

You Jinge was still young and hadn't entered the Sword Tomb yet. He was holding an ordinary long sword in his hand, raised his jaw slightly, and said complacently, "Master allowed me to come."

The disciples of the Ghost Control Sect looked at each other, and then looked at the face of the elder brother. Wu Chaosheng sighed helplessly, and he always indulged and favored the younger brother who had lost his family and suffered from inner torture since childhood, and said for him: "Ji Ge is old. Although he is not big, his talent is obvious to all. This time... the master also wants to see how far he can go, and at the same time, it is also to temper his will, so that he can learn more from his brothers."

Now that the senior brother admitted it, the rest of the disciples didn't say anything even if they were dissatisfied in their hearts.

Only one person came out with a sword in his arms, with a grass in his mouth, and said: "The Zongmen Competition is not held for someone to compete for merit. Cooperating, I'm afraid it will hold us back."

Some people in the crowd agreed, some opposed, and those who agreed said: "Senior Brother Mi is right, Junior Brother You is still too young, he usually loves to compete for merit, and he doesn't understand the real purpose of the competition, so it is not appropriate for him to participate. "

Those who objected said: "If you don't want to compete for merit, why don't you let your younger brother participate? I'm afraid that he will delay because he wants to compete for the first place, and I have the idea of ​​striving for merit in my heart. How can I criticize my younger brother? Since the master promised to let the younger brother come , but also to let him learn more from others and hone his mind, which I think is a good thing!"

"He's too young!"

"He is extremely talented! This is a good opportunity for other sects to see the strength of our Ghost Sect!"

"He's ignorant! He doesn't respect his elders!"

"A game is a game. What does it have to do with understanding?"

"He is so happy!"

"You guys are jealous..."

"Okay." Wu Chaosheng frowned, and with a single sentence, the noisy crowd immediately quieted down.

Wu Chaosheng glanced at the crowd with a pair of delicate and gentle eyebrows, held the Shifang sword in one hand, turned it half a circle, and said, as if he had made some decision, "Jin Ge will follow us first, if there is something wrong, let him out That’s right. He’s young, so it’s reasonable for him to be out halfway, and others don’t care about it.”

You Jinge sneered, but did not answer.

"What's your attitude!" Someone said, "Look! I'll just say he..."

Before the words fell, the man couldn't move, his eyes were gurgling, and there was a whimper in his throat like he was choking his neck.

"Soul-fixing technique?" The man who stood with his sword in his arms and was called 'Senior Brother Miu' frowned, "You Jinge, when did you learn it?"

As soon as the words were finished, Wu Chaosheng waved his sleeves and flicked his fingers, and the soul-fixing technique was released in response.That man was a few years older than You Jinge, but he hadn't learned such advanced techniques, his face blushed for a moment, his neck was bulging with anger, but he didn't dare to complain anymore.

The sect of great sects respects the strong.No matter how bad You Jinge's personality is, no one will say that he is not talented. Since he lost, no matter how angry he is, he still loses the right to speak.

This is the rule.

The crowd quieted down, and You Jinge finally said in a childish voice that hadn't changed: "If I want to learn, I will learn. Uncle Shi gave me the key to the Library Pavilion and allowed me to read books at any time. Why? Is it possible that Uncle Shi has to do whatever he wants?" Report to senior brother Mi first?"

Mi Hai narrowed his eyes, and the blade of grass in his mouth changed direction, and was about to shoot out to give this impolite junior a good look, when he was blocked by a long figure in front of him.

Wu Chaosheng has the good rest of the son of a rich family, and he has a style of elegance. He has practiced in the Ghost Control Sect for many years, and he has added a bit of peace of mind. The anger can also be extinguished by the other party's soft words.

"Jinge." Wu Chaosheng said solemnly, "Apologize to the brothers, who allowed you to use the soul-fixing technique on people?"

You Jinge rubbed his thumb, clenched his fingers into a fist, and lowered his head as an apology.

Everyone was indignant and dared not speak out.

Wu Chaosheng said to Mihai again: "Mihai, Master Uncle did indeed give Jinge the key to the library, and I often accompany him to select books. Master also knows about this."

Mi Hai said: "Is it for him to learn how to deal with fellow disciples?"

"I apologize for him." Wu Chaosheng said warmly, "It's because I didn't teach well, so please forgive me. After the competition is over, I will ask Jin Ge to send you the 'Soul Solid Pill' to express my apology."

Everyone in the Ghost Control Sect knows that the medicine made by the elder brother himself is extremely effective. If it is sold in other sects, it can make a lot of money. Good things are priceless, and they are not easy to get.

Mi Hai is Hua Wancheng's apprentice, Hua Wancheng doesn't like to accept apprentices, so he chose such a leader, because Hua Wancheng spends all day around the senior brother who is the head of the sect, Mi Hai is naturally considered half the head of the sect He is now an apprentice, so Wu Chaosheng has always had a good relationship with him.

Since Wu Chaosheng was willing to send out the pill to apologize, Mi Hai naturally didn't feel embarrassed any longer. The blade of grass in his mouth moved from left to right, he put his hand on Wu Chaosheng's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "You, if you spoil me like this, be careful that you will make an enemy if you spoil me like this." Come on."

Wu Chaosheng took it lightly: "He's still young."

The "little" You Jinge stepped forward, pushed Mi Hai away politely, pulled the other's hand from his senior brother's shoulder, and said of course: "If you have the ability to complain, you should put in more effort to practice. Don't hang on to my senior brother."

Although You Jinge is only 12 years old, he is not short in stature, probably because he worked hard to eat and practice, he is taller and stronger than his peers, and his height has reached Wu Chaosheng's jaw.

He turned his head to look at his senior brother, stretched out his hand to help him brush off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, as if to shake off the aura that belonged to Mi Hai, and then said slowly: "Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely not embarrass senior brother and master. "

The Zongmen Competition is held every three years, usually organized by the Ghost Sect, and the venue of the competition is at the back of Yaofeng Peak.

The mountain behind Yaofeng has a unique terrain - mountain springs flow through it, surrounded by dense green hills, and the dense jungle is suitable for formations. There are wild animals and ghosts formed naturally. Adding artificial formations, it can become an excellent place. Juyin Basin.

The various formations have been completed by various sects before the competition. The center of the mountain forest is the destination. Many sects enter from different entrances in the southeast, northwest, and the formations are connected in a ring. The one who arrives at the center in the shortest time and uses the "spirit lock bottle" to obtain the most ghosts or destroy the most formations will be the first.

The competition has always been compatible with "both civil and military", the literary is to see the number of formations, and the martial arts is to see the number of ghosts caught.

Huge incense sticks were lit and stood at the four entrances in the southeast and northwest. With an order, the surrounding birds soared and took off. Hulala cast a shadow above their heads, and everyone in the sect scrambled towards the forest.

As the organizer of the Ghost Control Sect, Hua Qingqiong is notoriously lazy, so he didn't even bother to hold the mobilization meeting and started the competition directly. But also used to it.

Sect Master Nine of Qinglian Temple sipped his wine with a smile and said, "The Ghost Control Sect is really full of talents this year, and the future generations are formidable."

Headmaster Bai of Tianchongzong snorted, and said disdainfully: "The Yuguizong has been acting low-key, humble and polite for many years, but after changing the head, it is a mess. The head is unreliable, and the disciples below are also unreliable. What kind of competition did you participate in at the age of 12? I think it’s just to make people laugh.”

The red-clothed female head of the Blood Soul Hall is surnamed Huo, with her long hair hanging down, her red dress is dazzling as if on fire, her red lips curled up with a sarcasm and said with a sarcasm: "Didn't you still want to call that... Did You Jinge go to Tian Chongzong? Why? If the corner of the wall is not dug, people will become unreliable? Your face has changed too quickly."

Master Bai's forehead twitched, and he slapped the table and said, "I'm telling the truth! If his kid went to my Tian Chongzong, he wouldn't be raised with such a ignorant virtue!"

This Fangzheng was talking lively, but the head of the Ghost Control Sect who was being discussed fell asleep with a flagon in one hand and a snack plate in the other under the bright sunshine.

Hua Wancheng was dressed in a green shirt and a short dress, with sapphire hairpins shining behind his ears. He took out a thin blanket from the bag he carried with him, and lightly covered the senior brother in charge, took the wine pot and snacks, Let the other person sleep peacefully.

As for the comments of the people around him, like his senior brother, he seems to be selectively deaf.

Heads of other sects: "..."

In the back mountain, You Jinge quickly grabbed a wandering soul and put it into a spirit-locking bottle. He already had three bottles in his hand, and he was swinging the spirit-locking bottle between his fingers. The end of the high ponytail falls to the side of the shoulder.Looking from the bottom up, he stared at the bottle with an inorganic icy light shining in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were pursed down, as if he really wanted to smash the bottle and his soul to pieces.

Standing under the tree with his sword in hand, Wu Chaosheng looked up at him: "Jing Ge, give me the bottle."

You Jinge's cheeks tensed stiffly, and he threw the bottle down after a while. Wu Chao raised his sword, connected the three bottles firmly to the sword, and put them into his sleeves.

Seeing You Jinge's crispness, the others didn't say anything anymore. Those who participated in the competition for the first time even faintly became excited, feeling that this time the banner representing the number one "literature and martial arts" will fall into the pocket of Yuguizong I also feel that the difficulty is a bit too low this time.

Biting the blade of grass, Mi Hai seemed to know what the group of people were thinking, and sneered, "The outermost part is the easiest, and it gets harder as you go in. This is just a warm-up. What are you thinking about? Designing these formations Do you know who they are?"

Those who participated in the competition for the second time immediately raised their hands: "I know! The third floor was designed by the first formation mage of Qinglian Temple. His formation is notoriously difficult. Qinglian Temple is especially good at confusing the mind. The law is set on the third floor... It is estimated that many people will be trapped there until the end of the game."

There are nine layers in the interlocking formation. If you are trapped on the third layer, it is equivalent to being eliminated in the early stage of the competition, which is really unreconciled.

Another person said: "I heard that the fifth floor was designed by the Falling Soul Gate, and it's full of ghost slaves. It's scary. If it doesn't work out, people will die."

As soon as Luohunmen was mentioned, everyone immediately exploded. The disciple who participated in the competition for the first time finally did not dare to take chances, and said anxiously: "What? Luohunmen has always guarded the eighth and ninth floors, why this time? On the fifth floor?"

"So not only did this competition not become easier, but it was even more difficult than previous years?"

"Oh my god, I haven't finished learning the techniques for dealing with ghosts..."

No matter how other people discussed, You Jinge didn't fluctuate.

He jumped down from the treetop, snorted impatiently, and walked straight forward.

Wu Chaosheng's voice is warm, but his tone is just right: "No matter how difficult it is, if you give up first, why do you need to participate in the competition? You all came here voluntarily, isn't it just to make yourself better Is it? If you are in trouble, you will avoid it, and you will be a disciple of my Ghost Control Sect."

The disciples shrugged their shoulders, bowed their heads like quails and said, "Senior brother is right."

There was really no difficulty in the periphery. You Jinge swept away like a tornado in front of him. After filling the bottle on his body, he finally reached the front of the first layer of formation.

The first level of formation is naturally not difficult, Wu Chaosheng and Mi Hai took a look at it and backed away, giving the opportunity to learn to the younger generation.

Like a very patient young gentleman, he stood beside the formation with a sword in his hand and an encouraging smile, and he said persuasively, "Who will tell me, who arranged this formation? What kind of formation is it? What is the purpose? "

The juniors who participated in the competition for the first time gathered around, and after a careful inspection, someone hesitated and said: "Brother, this seems to be the formation of the Xuanhuo Sect, and the 'Xuanhuo Casting Gold' is their special formation. Entering this formation, you will encounter a blazing wind with flames, which is difficult to be extinguished by water, and the hurricane may attack people trapped in the formation from different directions, it should be to...test the willpower of the disciples."

Mi Hai spit out the blade of grass and shook his head: "You're half right."

Wu Chaosheng nodded, and looked at You Jinge who was standing at the front: "What do you think, Jinge?"

"It is indeed the formation of Xuanhuomen, but the purpose is not to test willpower. If it is just to test willpower, what should the person who cracks the formation do? Is it considered passing or cheating?"

The disciple who answered the question was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there is also the question of breaking the formation.

"Gangfeng is not difficult to deal with, what is difficult to deal with is the solution of the formation." Jin Ge snorted, put the sword backhand into his foot, rubbed his wrist, and said, "If you take a wrong step, the formation will backfire. One of the best formations for Xuanhuomen to use when they want to escape."

If Li Gui is caught in the wind, his soul will be torn apart soon. If he wants to dispel the formation, it will be delayed for a long time.

Therefore, whenever Xuanhuomen wants to delay time, it will often throw out this formation.

Jin Ge really doesn't like these small tricks. In his opinion, if you want to deal with ghosts and evil spirits, you can just do it directly, and delaying time is the most boring thing.

"Oh, I think someone is talking nonsense here." A female voice sounded behind the crowd, and Wu Chaosheng looked back, and it turned out to be a disciple of Xuanhuomen.

The disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect ran into the formation designed by their own sect on the first floor, which was of course a bargain.

But after hearing You Jinge's rude words, they didn't plan to give favors, and they had to let You Jinge dissolve the formation by himself.

The leading female disciple is the chief disciple of the head of the Xuanhuo Sect. She is one year older than Wu Chaosheng. She looks very delicate and cute. The butterfly hairpin carved in white jade holds a large fan in one hand and three daggers pinned to the waist, which are the most commonly used weapons of Xuanhuomen.

The female disciple said: "Since my little brother looks down on my family's formation so much, then please make a quick decision and don't make us wait."

Wu Chaosheng stood up and cupped his fists in a salute: "Miss Qin, my junior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, You Jinge rolled up his sleeves, stepped on the edge of the formation, his high chin showed his unique wantonness, as if he would not pay attention to the sky falling, and said coldly: "Then Just let you open your eyes."

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