The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

The peach blossom forest under the sun, without the deep and quiet night, is full of spring everywhere, with light red, snow-white, yellow pistils and young leaves on the branches, and butterflies and bees flying around the flying warblers.There are many people coming and going in the forest, including disciples from other sects who came to participate in the competition, as well as disciples from Kunwu. The colorful spring shirts are embellished, making the forest more vibrant.

Jing Moli and Fanyin wandered around for a while, then picked a corner with few people and sat down. There was plenty of aura around, so it was best to meditate and meditate. With a calm mind and entering the spiritual path, the breeze swayed down the peach blossom rain, and it sprinkled them all over.

Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan also strolled in the forest for a while, "Although this peach blossom forest is beautiful, but the spring is fleeting, it is not as good as the verdant phoenix trees on Qiwu Peak."

"Senior Brother Fu often travels to Qiwu Peak, so it's good to have friendship with the Seventh Elder." Zhao Yue echoed.

Fu Ziyuan clicked his tongue, "I watched the Seventh Elder grow up. He was only 11 years old when he arrived at Qiwu Peak." He stretched out his hand to compare Jing Moli's height at that time, "In a blink of an eye, he grew taller. , my seniority is getting lower and lower, from senior brother to junior."

It's kind of funny to say that, Zhao Yan smiled and pursed his lips, "Qiwu Peak has only one Seventh Elder, who is both a disciple and an elder, but he has only practiced for seven years, so it's not easy for him to be an elder." This is also what many disciples of Cangling think. The elders of other peaks should let Jing Moli succeed the elder because Qiwu Peak has only one disciple.

Fu Ziyuan shook his head disapprovingly, "That's to underestimate him, the Seventh Elder is not an ordinary person." He waved his hands pretending to be profound, and Zhao Yan moved closer, and then he whispered, "The Seventh Elder is already half The body of a fairy must be the next person of our Cangling to fly into the fairy world."

Zhao Yan was very surprised, "So fast?" After seven years of practice, he became a half-immortal. Isn't such a talent scaring people to death?

Fu Ziyuan nodded, "I'll tell you about this, no one else knows, except for my master and the sect leader, the Seventh Elder is definitely No.1 in Cang Ling."

They were whispering on one side, and some people were talking loudly on the other side. The person who was talking was Jing Moli, and a man said, "When did this Cangling have a Qiwu Peak? The Seventh Elder has a pretty face, Could it be that Cang Ling's talents withered and made up random numbers."

"You guys don't know that. This Seventh Elder's identity is not ordinary. I heard that he is the son of the Great General of Daqin Zhenguo. He was a famous child prodigy in Daqin since he was a child. It can be ranked on the list of princes of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"So what about the son of the great general? We practitioners don't look at this. I think Cangling is dead. I think the leader of this competition must belong to Kunwu."

"That's right, only two or three of Cang Ling's disciples who come this time can see through, not as good as Kunwu, Kunwu participated in the test this time not only the most beautiful girl Murong, but also the world-renowned young master Ruyu Dong Yuhong, with the right time and place, I think Cang Ling will definitely lose."

Several people were discussing lively, but Fu Ziyuan couldn't listen anymore, it's useless to be the most beautiful woman, and there is such a thing as Mr. Ruyu, which Cangling disciples don't pay attention to.

He said loudly, "Whether you win or lose is not up to you!" He walked towards the group of people with his arms folded, "I, Cangling disciple, have never been a person who seeks fame, what kind of beauty, I have many spirits!" Gotta be."

Being met with gossiping, the faces of those people were embarrassed, and before they could explain anything, a female voice came first, "This senior brother Cang Ling is wrong, our senior sister Murong is recognized as the number one beauty in the sect, Xu Rushuang of your Cangling can only be ranked second. Also, Senior Brother Dong’s nickname, Mr. Ruyu, is also a good name passed down from generation to generation, and we, Kunwu, didn’t ask for it.”

Fu Ziyuan frowned and looked, and saw a few Kunwu disciples approaching under the peach blossom tree not far away, and the one who spoke was a rather flamboyant and proud woman.

"No matter how good the appearance is, it's just a skin, and the good name is just a thing outside of the body. What practitioners value is Taoism and cultivation. Let's see who wins and loses in tomorrow's competition. Why bother arguing today." Zhao Yan Also eloquently refuted back.

Fu Ziyuan silently gave him a thumbs up, well said!

The woman was even more annoyed immediately, "How dare you two look down on me, Senior Sister Murong and Senior Brother Dong? You don't even look at what you look like, you are vulgar! Mediocre!"

Fu Ziyuan gritted his teeth secretly, this woman was indeed the most unreasonable, "Hmph! You don't even look at yourself, you are ugly with small eyes, pig nose and wide mouth!"

The woman's eyes turned red when she heard it, she was ashamed and angry, and she stomped her feet, "I will not spare you today!" The figure flickered and the fairy sword came out of its sheath and stabbed at Fu Ziyuan. "I don't fight women, let alone ugly ones."

The woman burst into tears, and her strikes were even more ruthless. The sharp sword was like a poisonous snake attacking Fu Ziyuan's vitals. Before touching Fu Ziyuan, he cut off many peach branches. There are more and more people onlookers, and they know that they can't let go any more. With a wave of his right hand, he snatched the girl's fairy sword from his sleeve, and with a light dodge, he was seven or eight steps away from the girl. He smiled contemptuously, "This is the level of Kunwu's disciples!" ?”

The woman's face was flushed red, her tears were dripping, and she was trembling slightly. A male disciple of Kunwu next to her couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up, "Brother, I'm here to learn from you!" Without further ado, he swung his sword and attacked Fu Ziyuan.

This sword is fierce, not as rough as before, Fu Ziyuan casually threw the fairy sword he snatched, and took out his own sword, daring to despise him Cang Ling, if he admits to cowardice today, it would be too embarrassing for Cang Ling, Swinging the sword back, within a dozen strokes, the male disciple was also defeated by him.

After going on like this for a long time, there were even more people onlookers. After a while, several Kunwu disciples came, men and women, one of them was the woman with Liumei and slender waist, she was the rumored number one beauty, Murong Yao, and in her The handsome young man next to him was Dong Yuhong. After hearing the whole story and seeing that another disciple had been defeated by Fu Ziyuan, Dong Yuhong knew that he could not be easy, so he came out.

"Dong Yuhong, I don't know what to call this senior brother?"

Fu Ziyuan looked at Dong Yuhong, he was like Mr. Yu, but his eyes were whiter and bigger, "Cangling Fu Ziyuan."

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Fu. I offended my younger sister and younger brother, but I also want to ask for advice, so I also ask Senior Brother Fu for advice." Dong Yuhong was very polite.

Putting on a show, Fu Ziyuan rolled his eyes, "If you want to fight, fight, why bother talking!"

Zhao Yan saw that things were getting a little serious, so he gently pulled Fu Ziyuan, "This is Kunwu's place after all."

"We can't let them underestimate our Cang Ling. At worst, we will be punished when we go back. I can afford it." Fu Ziyuan was not afraid of trouble.

A competition started again. Dong Yuhong's cultivation was indeed not weak. After a few moves, he was evenly matched with Fu Ziyuan. If he wins Fu Ziyuan, then Kunwu's morale will be suppressed by three points in this competition.

With a swing of the sword, he took two steps back quickly, and raised a spell in his left hand. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a bolt of lightning shot straight at Fu Ziyuan. There was a muffled thunder, and a bolt of thunder quickly shot down towards the peach blossom forest, and the light of thunder shone on everyone's heads.

"Tianlei! Ziyuan, get out of here!" Zhao Yan shouted in a hurry, coming forward to pull Fu Ziyuan, but this thunderbolt was not only directed at Fu Ziyuan, but toward the people gathered here.

The thunder came so fiercely that everyone could not avoid it. Fu Ziyuan did not hesitate, formed seals with both hands, urged the spiritual power to transform out of the barrier, and enveloped everyone in the barrier. Some of his strength was exhausted, so Zhao Yan quickly formed seals to help strengthen the barrier.

A loud bang and thunder fell on the barrier, the barrier split open at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the unshakable force enveloped the people below. Fu Ziyuan thought in his heart that it was terrible, it was over, this time it was not just as simple as being punished, Little life is about to be sent.

The barrier completely dissipated, the thunder had arrived, and suddenly a barrier enveloped everyone again, a silver shadow flashed, and Jing Moli stood floating on the barrier, and the thunder turned into aura and dissipated with a snap of his fingers. The wind rushed around, peach blossom petals flew all over the sky like rain, and the silver robe rustled among the flowers and rain. Gongzi Wushuang was better than the Nine Heavens Immortal. The enchantment landed lightly, without any dust.

"Ziyuan." With a voiceless call, Fu Ziyuan's whole body became energized, and he hurriedly saluted, "Seventh Elder." Zhao Yan also hurriedly bowed down.

"The spring looks like this is a good time. If you don't enjoy the flowers, it's all nonsense. You two go back and copy the good scriptures ten times."

"Yes." Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan didn't dare to refute, so they could only accept the punishment.

Only then did Jing Moli look at those Kunwu disciples. They were all aggressive and brave at a young age, and it was common to make small troubles, but Dong Yuhong didn't know how to use the Thunder Curse bestowed by his elders.

A slight smile rose from the corner of his lips, "Everyone has a time when they are young and energetic, and it is common to learn from each other, but it should be done. Even if Mr. Dong doesn't consider others, he should also consider the safety of his fellow disciples."

Dong Yuhong's face was also a little pale. Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, the battle just now let him know that he was too reckless. He bent down and saluted, "I know I was wrong, I'm sorry everyone."

Everyone was still in fear, this bustle is indeed unbearable, if you are not careful, you will suffer disaster, and you can blame Dong Yuhong's indiscriminate attack, if it were not for the Seventh Elder of Cang Ling who was here to block the power of the thunder, I am afraid that today it will be a few times. people.

It is said that seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. This Mr. Ruyu usually looks outstanding in appearance, but now he looks mediocre in front of the Seventh Elder. How can Xu Xu Zhuguang compete with the bright moon? Compared with these seven elders, they are also inferior by three points.