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During lunch, Yang Guo pretended to be indifferent, and said, "Master, tell me in advance when you take a bath next time, and I will rub your back for you."

Zhu Qingyun gave a "hmm" and said, "How is your sword training?"

Yang Guo said: "Why don't you have a meal and Master accompany me to do two tricks?"

Zhu Qingyun nodded and said, "Okay."

After lunch, the two went to the sword testing booth together to compete.

Quanzhen swordsmanship has seven swords and seven moves, with a total of seven seven and 49 moves.

When the two fought to the No. 18 style "The Galaxy Is About to Turn", Yang Guo was finally defeated, his wrist was hit, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhu Qingyun retracted his sword and praised: "In less than a month, you can make such an improvement, you are already a martial arts genius."

Yang Guo rubbed his wrist, said: "Then is there a chance of winning against Lu Qingdu?"

Zhu Qingyun said: "With Lu Qingdu's cultivation base, he can't accept my ten moves."

Yang Guo said happily, "That's great!"

"Don't be proud." Zhu Qingyun pulled his wrist, rubbed it lightly, and said, "Arrogant soldiers must be defeated."

They were so close, the end of their noses was full of the unique fragrance of Zhu Qingyun, Yang Guo was almost drunk.

Thinking of the thoughts in the morning, Yang Guo quickly calmed down his swaying mind, and said, "Master, how long is it until the competition?"

Zhu Qingyun said: "Three days."

Yang Guo said, "Who will judge the result of the contest?"

Zhu Qingyun said: "In the past, your master ancestor made the evaluation, but he went down the mountain the day before yesterday, so he handed over the evaluation to Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Cui."

"Zhao Zhijing?!" Yang Guo said, "Let him judge? It's hard to guarantee that he won't be partial."

Zhu Qingyun let go of his wrist, and said, "Don't worry. Senior Brother Cui is the most upright person. Even if Senior Brother Zhao wanted to be partial, Senior Brother Cui would not agree. Besides, you have made it so that they can't be partial even if they want to." That's it."

Yang Guo smiled and said, "Master is right."

Zhu Qingyun patted him on the shoulder and said, "You continue to practice swords, I'll go first."

Watching Zhu Qingyun leave, Yang Guo calmed down and concentrated on practicing the sword.

***

Three days later, the small contest is due.

A group of disciples gathered in the competition field behind the Hall of Sanqing, lined up on both sides, with Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang sitting at the main seats.

Zhu Qingyun didn't come today, he didn't like such a noisy place.

The disciples compared each other according to the opponents assigned in advance, from fist to swordsmanship, Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang rated A, B, C and so on.

The contest between Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu was the highlight of the day, so it was naturally pushed to the end.

"If you kowtow and admit defeat now, I will spare you." Lu Qingdu lowered his voice.

Yang Guo said disdainfully: "It's up to you? Ha!"

Lu Qing said bitterly: "Okay, Yang Guo, you are the one who is looking for death, the sword has no eyes, if you hurt your life later, don't turn into a ghost and come to me."

Yang Guo didn't bother to talk to him, and concentrated on watching the contest on the field.

At noon, it was finally Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu's turn to play.

As soon as Yang Guo drew out his sword, not only Lu Qingdu, but also everyone watching the battle were startled.

Cui Zhifang said in surprise: "Brother Zhao, this Yang Guo's sword is elegant and ethereal but conceals power, he really doesn't look like a disciple who has just started for a month. From this point of view, Qing Du may not have a chance of winning."

Zhao Zhijing kept a cold face, silently watching the situation on the court, feeling anxious in his heart.

The competition has just started, Lu Qingdu is already a bit stretched, if it is not because of the long time of practicing Xuangong mental method, the inner strength is much deeper than that of Yang Guo, I am afraid that he has lost at this moment.Is it Yang Guo who is a genius, or Zhu Qingyun who teaches well?It's obviously the same move, so why is it more lethal than Lu Qingdu when Yang Guo uses it?

At this moment, no one is more panicked than Lu Qingdu.

He has been a Quanzhen Sect disciple for three years, if he loses to Yang Guo who has not been a disciple for a month, he will be ridiculed by his fellow disciples.

And more importantly, his failure will lose Zhao Zhijing's face.Zhao Zhijing is a very face-saving person, and this defeat will definitely not give him good fruit.Perhaps, Zhao Zhijing would still humiliate him in the unbearable way he used to.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingdu became terrified, his eyes suddenly shot a fierce light, the blade suddenly turned, and he began to only attack but not defend, making fierce moves, wanting to take Yang Guo's life.

Yang Guo was startled inwardly, he took several steps back to avoid Lu Qingdu's attack.

Looking at Lu Qingdu's appearance, he looks like a madman, very scary.

But Yang Guo knew that he was at the end of his strength, so he was not afraid of him, he stabilized his mind a little, and still followed the sword style taught by Zhu Qingyun.

Lu Qingdu saw that the defeat had been decided, he roared angrily, he swung his sword and stabbed randomly, luckily Yang Guo dodged in time, but he injured a disciple who was watching the battle.

Seeing this, Cui Zhifang stood up and shouted: "Qingdu! Stop quickly!"

Lu Qingdu acted like he hadn't heard of it, he continued chasing and stabbing Yang Guo, as if he was insane.

Cui Zhifang said anxiously: "Brother Zhao, why don't you stop him quickly? If this continues, Qingdu will definitely go mad."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing just stood up, jumped into the arena, kicked Lu Qingdu to the ground with a kick in the chest, and cursed: "Trash! Don't you think it's not enough to be ashamed?!"

Lu Qing fell on the ground, his face was ashen, and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing endlessly.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't bear to see his useless look any longer, so he walked away.

Cui Zhifang sighed, and announced: "This competition, Yang Guo won, first class!"

Yang Guo cheered, thanked Cui Zhifang, ran towards Tianquan Hall without even looking at Lu Qingdu who was crying on the ground.

Lu Qingdu raised his head, looked at Yang Guo's back, his eyes shot a sinister light.

***

"Master! Master!" Yang Guo shouted loudly before entering the palace gate, "Master! Guo'er is back!"

Zhu Qingyun walked out of the hall slowly, and said angrily, "What's the point of shouting?"

Yang Guofei threw himself into Zhu Qingyun's arms, picked him up, and circled in front of the palace gate, "Master! I won! I won! Hahaha!"

Zhu Qingyun was dizzy from being turned by him, and said anxiously: "Come on, let me down quickly, what will it look like to be seen by others."

Yang Guo turned around a few more times before putting Zhu Qingyun down, looking into Zhu Qingyun's with bright eyes.

At this moment, Yang Guo was bewitched, he suddenly lowered his head, and quickly pressed a superficial kiss on Zhu Qingyun's cheek.

Zhu Qingyun frowned and said, "Guoer, what are you doing?"

Yang Guo was also shocked by his actions.

He... what did he just do?Did he secretly kiss the master?

Just for a moment, Yang Guo immediately turned his back and ran away while cheering, "I won! I won!"

Zhu Qingyun looked at his running back, shook his head with a smile, turned and went back to the hall.

Yang Guo ran to the sword test cliff before stopping.

The heart is beating wildly, the blood is boiling.

That kind of vague and strange emotion, at this moment, is strong and clear in the heart of young Yang Guo.

He finally realized how naive and ridiculous the idea of ​​trying to kill it in the cradle was.

It is like a vine, from the first time I saw Zhu Qingyun, it took root and sprouted in his barren and barren heart, and then grew wildly during this month's relationship, it has already covered the sky, if you want to eradicate the roots , can only cut out the heart.

Yang Guo had to admit that he fell in love with his master crazily.

Now, he has only two choices: either die or love.

Yang Guo doesn't want to die, he not only wants love, he also wants to get love, Zhu Qingyun's love.

But according to Zhu Qingyun's widowed temperament, this is probably more difficult than reaching the sky.

But he, Yang Guo, has always been fearless. If he doesn't do it, how can he get the desired result?

Facing the Cuiwei Mountains, Yang Guo said in a low voice: "Master, Guo'er will recognize you in his life, and he will never die."