Hard to be a master

By the time Zi Lan came on stage, Song Jian had already changed into a suit of clothes and returned to the VIP seat. After saluting to the deputy head Wei Ran and several elders, she added a seat to sit beside Guan Jingxuan.

Although Song Jian's state on the field is surprising, his strength is beyond doubt.The lottery of Shushan Lun Dao will divide opponents with similar comprehensive strength into a group. In order to be strong, he also accurately grasped the opponent's weakness.Seeing Song Jian sitting next to her, Guan Jingxuan naturally praised her without hesitation.

After the scene, Song Jian returned to his usual gentle appearance, touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "Young Master Guan praised you... Didn't I scare you just now?"

Guan Jingxuan covered her lips with the [-]-fold fan in her hand and smiled, "It's not that I'm scared, I'm just a little surprised."

Just as the two of them were talking, Zi Lan and Fang Lianyun entered the stage together.After the two sides greeted each other, they didn't say much. They showed their weapons at the same time, and they fought together in a blink of an eye.

Fang Lianyun's long silver whip made a crisp sound in the air. The whip seemed to be alive and danced freely, chasing after Zilan.Zi Lan was still using the thin sword spirit jade, which was a little disadvantaged against long-range weapons such as whips, so after the two started fighting, he was mostly parrying, and he was slightly at a disadvantage.

Song Jian looked at it for a while, and said, "Mr. Guan, you are quite capable as an apprentice! A monk in the alchemy stage who does not have a natal spiritual weapon can parry the attack of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage who has a natal spiritual weapon in such an orderly manner." There are rules and regulations, and the calmness of mind is not comparable to ordinary young people."

Guan Jingxuan said: "Zi Lan has always been relatively stable and assertive, and sometimes even makes people feel a kind of maturity that does not match his age."

This match between Zi Lan and Fang Lianyun seemed to be quite regular, but in the end Fang Lianyun narrowly won because of Zi Lan's mistake.After the competition was over, Fang Lianyun, who had clearly won, looked aggrieved and depressed.

Zi Lan put away the Lingyu, clasped her arms and bowed to Fang Lianyun: "Friend Daoist has extraordinary skills, I admire you."

Fang Lianyun stared at him, and said quietly: "Did you—did you release the water on purpose?"

Zi Lan said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, I'm worrying too much. Whether it's cultivation or spirit weapon level, you are all above me. If I don't try my best, I'm afraid I won't be able to last a round."

Fang Lianyun felt that what he said was right, but during the confrontation just now, he didn't feel hearty at all, instead he seemed to be guided by someone, step by step towards the final result.

Fang Lianyun frowned and said, "Let's do it next time!"

Zi Lan smiled, didn't answer, turned around and walked towards where Guan Jingxuan was.

"Master, the disciple lost."

Arriving in front of Guan Jingxuan, Zi Lan deliberately sighed and said.

Guan Jingxuan looked at Zi Lan with a smile, and motioned for him to sit down on the vacant seat beside her.After Zi Lan was seated, Guan Jingxuan leaned slightly towards him, and said in a low voice, "Don't think that the teacher didn't notice that you lost on purpose. Moreover, the rhythm and result of the whole competition are all under your control."

Zi Lan lowered her eyes and smiled, leaning towards him like Guan Jingxuan, and said, "Master, keep your voice down, let's keep a low profile."

Guan Jingxuan gave him a sideways glance, and said, "Zi Lan's progress is so fast, I'm really surprised by the teacher. If you find time, you and Xiaoliu will also play tricks, and see who is stronger between the two of you now."

Zi Lan refused without hesitation: "Forget it. It's not that Master doesn't know that Brother Shen is completely disrespected when he fights. Every time I finish my sparring with him, I have to wait for several days to recover."

Zi Lan's exaggerated description made Guan Jingxuan shake his head with a smile, while Shen Ziliu, who was sitting in the waiting area on the other side of the venue, saw from a distance that Guan Jingxuan's left and right sides were occupied by people, and the three of them talked and laughed happily , Immediately forgot that he was still glad to be far away from Guan Jingxuan just now, and the sour bubbles began to bubble up in his heart again.

The first day of Shushan Discussion ended in Shenchu. The three masters and apprentices did not stay outside, and returned to the inn early to recharge their batteries.On the second day, Shen Ziliu's competition was scheduled for the third match in the morning, so the master and apprentice went out early in the morning.

After drawing lots, Shen Ziliu knew that his opponent was a man named Leng Ling, but he didn't know who this man was.It was only when they met face to face in the competition field that they realized that this person was also a disciple of Shushan, who looked older than him, with sharp-edged features and a bit of fortitude.Leng Ling held a long sword in his hand, and judging from his physique and posture, he should also be a swordsman who had practiced kendo for many years.Shen Ziliu couldn't see the geometry of Leng Ling's cultivation, but he could definitely be higher than him.

Originally, Shen Ziliu didn't intend to greet his opponent, but after seeing his saber, the opponent took the initiative to speak.

"Fellow Daoist holds Tunxiang?"

Shen Ziliu was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded. The Tunxiang of Xindao is not a well-known weapon, and outsiders would know it.

Leng Ling said: "Fellow Daoist, do you know who forged this sword?"

Shen Ziliu recalled briefly, and soon remembered the story Cheng Yun mentioned when he bought the sword, so he said: "If I remember correctly, it should be Leng Qingfeng, the old owner of Jinghu Villa—"

Leng Qingfeng, Leng Ling...

Shen Ziliu seemed to realize something: "Fellow Daoist Leng and Old Master Leng are...?"

Leng Ling smiled slightly and said, "He is my grandfather."

Shen Ziliu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and then heard Leng Ling say again: "When my grandfather forged Tunxiang, he wanted to give it to me as a congratulatory gift when he entered the mountain. Who would have known that he was drenched in snake blood before the tempering, leaving flaws and melting into it?" After losing the Demon Snake Yuanshen, Grandpa discarded that sword and forged a new one for me."

As he said that, Leng Ling took back the long sword he was holding in his hand, and drew out another long sword that was icy blue all over.

"This newly cast sword is called Duan Shui. I used it all the time before I got the natal spirit weapon. It is also fate to see Tunxiang again after many years, and my cultivation base is higher than yours, so today I also don't need the spiritual weapon of my life. Let's compare the two swords made by my grandfather, which one is more powerful."

Shen Ziliu was inexplicably annoyed when he heard it, and his face darkened, he said: "The competition is fine, but there is one thing I think you haven't figured out—"

Shen Ziliu pulled out Tunxiang, and slowly injected spiritual power: "It is not this sword that will win you, but me."