Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

Three days passed quickly, and the huge square of Bushi Island was divided into many parts by many stone platforms that seemed to appear suddenly, forming small arenas. There is a distance between each stage, just like a spectator. For competition.

At this time, the square was crowded with people, and it was the cultivators of various sects who lined up one by one to wait for the lottery draw.

"Little Master Uncle!"

When Shen Chi and Shen Wuhuo arrived one after another, Yun Rao was waving at them with a bright smile on his face.

The eyes of the outer sect disciples who had been quietly watching Yun Rao earlier were even more fascinated.

A cultivator whose identity was not known wiped the saliva from his lips, and pulled away the cultivator who was still bewildered next to him, "Hey, who is this girl?"

The cultivator being ripped off woke up like a dream, glanced coldly at the 'bumpkin', and then continued to say stupidly: "I don't even know the beauty of our immortal cultivator, is it shameful?" After finishing speaking, he glared at the cultivator, He seemed to feel that he had spoken harshly again, and explained: "Yes, you are still young, so it is normal for you not to know. This girl is named Yun Rao, and she is the seventh generation disciple of Cheng Jianzong No. 30. 30 years ago She once showed her face at a Dao Discussion Conference, and after that, the ranking of Daoxiu beauties was overthrown, and Fairy Yunluo ranked first, and she has been ranked several times so far, and she has never fallen from the first place."

The inquiring cultivator hurriedly cupped his hands when he heard the words, "The disciple has been taught."

When I was in Chengjianzong before, most of Chengjianzong's disciples were more courteous, and because of Yun Rao's high status, few people dared to stare at her.

Yun Rao glanced over the crowd of slobbering cultivators, and couldn't help shivering. She finally understood why Elder Mingtang insisted on wearing a mask for Shen Chi. Thinking of this, Yun Rao quickly walked through the cultivators around He walked towards the two people who had just arrived, raised his hand and said in salute, "Yun Rao has met Wuhuo Senior Uncle and Young Senior Uncle."

Shen Chi glanced at Yun Rao, "Master Nephew Yun Rao doesn't need to be too polite." He said slowly, "Thank you for the gift you gave last time, I like it very much."

Hearing this, the smile on Yunrao's face became even wider, "I accidentally picked up that stone in the lake a few days ago. I saw it was very strange, colorful, and very strange, so I thought of my little uncle, my little teacher. It’s good that uncle likes it. But the disciple’s handwriting is very ugly, I hope my little uncle will not laugh at you.” Speaking of writing, Yun Rao blushed, as if she was a little annoyed. Since she traveled through time, she was annoyed by the system tasks at first, and then the system disappeared. , and was busy practicing, until a few days ago, when he was about to write a note to Shen Chi, he realized that he had forgotten to practice calligraphy.

At this time, the bell rang, and all the cultivators looked at the stage in front of them. A cultivator in black clothes flew to step with dozens of disciples in brown clothes. The long body of the cultivator in black clothes stood there In front of the stage, seeing everyone's eyes, raised his arms and pressed down.

Immediately, a power that was not too heavy but enough to attract everyone's attention pressed on everyone, and the cultivators who were a little noisy just now shut up.

"I am Qin Meng, the great disciple of the Zhifu Sect. I welcome all fellow Taoists to come to my sect. I think you all know the theme of this cultivator's conference." The man looked around at the crowd and saw that no one shook his head. He immediately said, "Since everyone Without a doubt, please choose your opponents.”

After speaking, dozens of brown-clothed disciples stood at the front of the stage holding the lottery boxes in their hands. The cultivators who had been waiting for a long time did not hesitate, and stepped forward one by one to put their fingers into the box to receive their lottery orders.

Yun Rao was the first to draw the lottery, and when Shen Chi stepped forward, the brown-clothed disciple lifted up the sealed lottery box in his hand, and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm really sorry, fellow daoist, my lottery box has already been drawn, you go to the side Let's smoke at that senior brother's place."

Shen Chi glanced at the disciple, nodded, and walked towards the signing box next to him, Shen Wuhuo also followed Shen Chi.

It was Qin Meng who was standing in front of the lottery box next to him. Seeing Shen Chi and the two of them, he stepped aside and signaled with a smile, "Two friends, please draw lots."

Shen Chi was about to reach out, but was stopped by Shen Wuhuo, "I'll come first." Shen Wuhuo's voice was cold, but his eyes fell on Qin Meng.

Shen Chi didn't care about the sequence, he naturally took a step to the side, motioning for Shen Wuhuo to step forward.

Under Shen Wuhuo's gaze, Qin Meng's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, "Fellow Daoist, please."

Shen Wuhuo glanced at him, raised his hand and poked into the lottery box, took out a bamboo stick between his fingers, glanced at it and put it away, ignored Qin Meng who was still smiling, and only signaled Shen Chi to choose the lottery.

Shen Chi also took a look at Qin Meng, took out a bamboo stick, and walked out of the crowd with Shen Wuhuo.

The bamboo stick Shen Chi drew was numbered 320, and there were a total of 5000 people participating. The first round of competition was held by [-] practitioners every day, that is to say, Shen Chi was ranked on the eighth day.

"I'm 820, Junior Martial Uncle, Wuhuo Martial Uncle, how about you?" Seeing the two coming out, Yun Rao shook the bamboo stick in his hand.

Shen Chi didn't speak, and directly handed the signing order to Yun Rao, Yun Rao took it, his eyes lit up after reading it, and subconsciously said: "Little Uncle, can you come and see me in the competition?" My own request was a bit abrupt, and I quickly explained, "I just feel that I have a better affinity with my junior uncle, and I hope that my junior brother can come to watch the game..."

"can."

Yun Rao smiled happily, and was about to say something, when a Qingyue male voice came, "Junior Sister! My competition is on the fifth day! I wonder if you can come to watch the competition? If you come, Senior Brother will definitely be very excited..."

Before the word "Wei" could be uttered, the male voice stopped abruptly, but seeing Yun Wu's handsome face turned red, he stared at Shen Chi's direction, he was at a loss for a moment, and then bowed his hands in salute, his voice stuttered a bit , "Disciple Yun Yu, I have met little, little uncle, and uncle Wuhuo."

"You don't need to be too polite." Shen Chi had no contact with Yun Yu before, but when he heard the name, he remembered that Yun Yu mentioned that he was beaten by Yun Rao a few days ago. Red a little bit.

Seeing Yun Qu's embarrassment, Yun Rao sneered secretly in his heart, and it was not easy to get angry in public, so he had to take a step to the side, pretending not to know him.

At this time, all the disciples of the Chengjian Sect had drawn lots. After seeing Yun Yu walking towards Yun Rao, Yun Yu's eyes tightened. She didn't start a fight, she couldn't help being a little surprised, seeing that Yun Rao didn't intend to get angry, she bowed to Shen Chi and the two, "I've seen Uncle Wuhuo, Junior Uncle."

Yun Wu looked at Yun Yu, frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Yun Yu glanced at him, and smiled slightly, "Why can't I come if you can come?"

Hearing this, Yun Yu seemed to be very angry, and gave Yun Yu a sideways look, "I'm not here to say hello to my junior sister, what's the matter? I can't even talk to anyone?"

"Yes, yes, you can do it." Yun Yu replied, but the corners of her mouth smiled a little wider.

Yun Wu looked a little better, nodded with his head raised, and snorted, "It's not too bad."

Hearing this, Yunyu smiled even more, "How much is the order signed by the younger brother? How about watching the game after the senior brother finishes?"

"What am I doing to you?" Yun Wu looked at Shen Chi, but when he touched Shen Wuhuo behind him, he paused, turned to Yun Rao, and said with a smile: "Junior Sister, when do you start the match? How about senior brother come to cheer for you?"

Seeing Yun Yu, who has always been gentle and polite, just made a few words to make people around, Shen Chi felt a little novel, so he couldn't help but look a few more times, turned around and saw Shen Wuhuo staring at him, and smiled at Shen Wuhuo Laughing, he turned to the two brothers who started to argue again.

Recently, Shen Chi often found Shen Wuhuo looking at him. At first he thought there was something wrong with him, but later he found that Shen Wuhuo seemed to be looking at him habitually, and he didn't answer when asked, so he let him go. Today, he was somewhat used to Shen Wuhuo's unwavering gaze.

After the lottery was drawn, the cultivators gradually dispersed, and they all went back to prepare for the competition.

On an island to the southeast of Zhifu Zong, the veil of the open pavilion built on the water flutters with the wind. The sound of silk and bamboo is as light and pleasant as fairy music, and the rippling water is especially peaceful.

At this moment, a black figure hurriedly came from a distance, landed in front of the broad fence outside the pavilion, kowtowed and saluted: "Qin Meng has seen Master."

The silk and bamboo in the pavilion stopped abruptly, and after a while, only one person's voice was heard: "Let's all step back."

"Yes." Two pleasant female voices answered in unison.

After a while, two gentle women in green clothes and long sleeves lifted the veil and stepped out of the pavilion with their zithers in their hands. Seeing Qin Meng bowing, they said softly, "I have seen Mr. Qin, I will leave."

Qin Meng nodded indifferently, how could he not say goodbye to the island's half-time kindness just now, the two of them didn't care, and walked away quickly holding the piano.

At this time, a voice came from inside the pavilion, "Come in."

Qin Meng cupped his hands in response, and then lifted the half-hidden and half-opened veil. At this time, there was a small long table in the pavilion, on which was a pot of fine wine, several plates of spiritual food, two plates of spiritual fruit, and at the corner of the table was a From the small stove, green smoke is slowly coming out from the middle, and the smell actually lifts people's spirits.

There was a soft couch behind the table, and the third elder was reclining cross-legged on it, with his shiny head resting on the palm of his hand, when he heard Qin Meng come in, his eyes were half-opened, he gave Qin Meng a sideways look, and asked lazily, "Is there anything we can do?" OK?"

Qin Meng immediately knelt down on the ground and replied: "Report to Master, this disciple is not doing well, please Master punish me."

"Oh?" The third elder opened his eyes, seeming to be interested, "Tell me carefully."

"Returning to Master, according to the plan, those two people had already arrived in front of the disciple's signing box, but the young man did not know what kind of trick he used, and broke the disciple's spell without a sound in just a moment."

"In this way, neither of them has drawn the predetermined lottery," the third elder pondered, "Then when will the two of them compete?"

"It should be eight to ten days." Qin Meng replied immediately, "The signing box kept by the disciple is the order of the last three days."

The third elder said quietly: "Well, that's okay too. One of them is at the late stage of Golden Core and the other is at the early stage of Golden Core. You are already at the completion of Golden Core. It is your fault that they easily saw through the trick. Remember, the second It's time to put them at the front of the line."

"Yes, Master, please remember." Hearing these words, Qin Meng's face did not relax, and his body kowtowed a little lower.

"Okay, don't be so nervous." The third elder smiled slightly, raised his hand to grab the wine bottle from the table, poured it into the glass, and pushed it to the corner of the table, "Come, have a drink with me."

Qin Meng's body trembled, and it took him a while to raise his head. Under the smiling eyes of the third elder, he took a drink from his glass and thanked him: "My disciple thanked Master."

The third elder waved his hand, "Okay, let's go down, remember, don't forget to entrust your teacher."

"The disciple respectfully obeys the master's order." Qin Meng kowtowed again, and then slowly retreated.

Back in his own courtyard, Qin Meng's expression was gloomy, and he kicked the boulder in the courtyard suddenly, only to see that the boulder, which was originally two people tall, turned into dust in an instant with a crisp sound, and at the same time, his expression was distorted , spit out a mouthful of blood, took a long time to take out a black pill from his chest, and put it in his mouth.

Just as Qin Meng walked out for a short while, the third elder came to Lanyue Tower, and Chu Zhi was walking out of Lanyue Tower, when someone hurriedly saluted, "Chu Zhi has seen the third elder."

"Well, how is Ling'er?"

"Returning to the third elder, I have just injected the needle for Zheng Ling's nephew, and the golden core will be restored in a few days. It may take some time for the cultivation base to recover, but... alas." After finishing speaking, Chu Zhi sighed. , shook his head.

"Thank you so much Nephew Chu." The third elder obviously understood what he was talking about and nodded, "Where are the others?"

"Nephew Zhengling is on the second floor."

The third elder hurried upstairs, knocked on the door, his voice softened a lot, "Ling'er, open the door, it's Grandpa."

After a long time when no one answered, he knocked a few more times, sighed softly, and pushed open the door.

Zheng Ling was sitting blankly in front of the bed, staring blankly at the corpse in pink on the bed. He seemed to be muttering something, and when he listened carefully, he could hear a few broken words, "Yue Son... junior sister...together..."

The third elder stood by for a long time, let out a low growl from his throat, and put his hand on Zhengling's forehead, "Ling'er, she is dead, listen to grandpa's words, take her Send it to the funeral."

After a long time, seeing that Zhengling didn't answer, he said again: "This woman hurt you, she is not a pity to die, you just missed, don't blame yourself too much. And those two people who hurt you, grandpa will teach you a lesson Their."

There was another long silence. Seeing that Zheng Ling couldn't be said, the third elder let out another long sigh, closed the door and left.

After the third elder went downstairs, Zhengling's eyes, which had a bewildered expression on his face, immediately came to his senses. He got up and gathered the quilt on the girl who had already changed beyond recognition on the bed, pressed a kiss on her forehead, straightened up and stood by the window, looking Watching the figure of the third elder leave, his expression was full of complexities.

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Shen Wuhuo: It is really useful to have a long-term relationship, Xiaochi is getting used to me now, and I will not get used to him when I leave him in the future, and then hehehe~(≧▽≦)/~