When the devil respects life as a waste

When Shen Zhengze heard that the competition was about to start, the anticipation in his heart weakened, and what followed was boundless anxiety.

Where is Xie Lingjun?

Why hasn't he come yet?

Xie Lingjun is definitely not a person who will be late.

Back then, Xie Lingjun and Shen Zhengze were the only ones who attended the once-in-a-century Jingxing Conference.And once a mission is set out, Xie Lingjun would rather wait for others than others to wait for him.

Xie Lingjun didn't come, there is only one possibility, he can't come.

Why can't he come?

Shen Zhengze was afraid that he might miss it, so he repeatedly and carefully scanned the martial arts platform.

He was able to name everyone sitting on the stage, but Xie Lingjun, who he thought about day and night, did not appear in the stands.

The curvature of Shen Zhengze's mouth disappeared, his eyelids drooped, and he looked listless.

"Xie Lingjun..." Shen Zhengze murmured and repeated.

The name came out of Shen Zhengze's hot heart along with his warm breath, and finally came to his lips.

The three words Xie Lingjun carried the love and desire that Shen Zhengze could not express.

Shen Zhengze's eyes were dark, he stared closely at the martial arts platform, and kept whispering softly: "Xie Lingjun..."

The person who announced the start of the Rising Sun Competition was Elder Wu Fazheng of Qingyang Pavilion.

Wu Fazheng is in charge of the three-year school examinations for inner disciples, and selects outstanding outer disciples, handymen and mortals to accumulate talents for Qingyang Pavilion.

An hour passed.

Wu Fazheng was sitting on the martial arts viewing platform, sighing again and again, the talent is so withered, it really makes him sad.

Of the younger generation, only Xie Lingjun can be called a genius, and the rest are far behind.

But even Xie Lingjun...

In Beihai, Qingyang Pavilion of Qi Sect is the head of all major cultivating sects in Beihai along with the Beiming Sect, which is good at formations.

But for a long time, Qingyang Pavilion's successor has been weak, and sooner or later it will fall behind the Beiming Sect.

The pavilion master Jiang Xie was also in crisis, and asked: "Elder Wu, how many mortals outside the pavilion came to participate in the Rising Sun Competition?"

Wu Fazheng opened the scroll and replied, "There are 130 more people."

Jiang Xie was silent for a while, and said earnestly: "Elder Wu, please go to the Five Continents to see if there are any talents that we have missed."

"Yes." Wu Fazheng agreed.

Another hour passed.

Wu Fazheng's eyes lit up, he pointed at the person on the scroll, and shouted off the stage: "Shen Zhengze, please come up to the stage to challenge."

Jiang Xie also heard about Shen Zhengze not long ago, and had some impressions of him. He stroked his white beard and asked, "Is that Shen's eldest son who has not joined any sect but has already established a foundation?"

Wu Fazheng: "I went to Donglu a year ago, and I didn't find that the Shen family has such a talented seedling. It seems that I missed it."

Jiang Xie nodded, watched a game, and after knowing that Shen Zhengze would definitely win, he stopped watching.

After a while, Jiang Xie closed his eyes and said tiredly, "Xie Lingjun...he's in a bad situation...just like his father, three years ago..."

Wu Fa's face was solemn: "I understand."

Jiang Xie opened his eyes and spit out four words: "There is no delay."

Wu Fazheng was taken aback, and nodded solemnly.

Jiang Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he can't fall down. He once swore with his demons that he promised his dead old friend that he would bring up his children, and he did what he said.

While speaking, Shen Zhengze had already defeated dozens of people and stood alone on the competition stage.

Wu Fazheng came back to his senses, and said to Shen Zhengze who was in the audience: "Less than 500 people outside the pavilion have passed the Five Spirits Test. Shen Zhengze, you are the last one among these hundreds of people. Your talent, we It is obvious to all, are you willing to join Qingyang Pavilion?"

"Disciple willing!" Shen Zhengze suppressed the boundless impatience in his heart, raised his head and smiled happily at Wu Fazheng, as happy as if he finally got his wish.

Wu Fa was looking at the scroll.

Once an elder or protector took a fancy to Shen Zhengze and was willing to accept him as a disciple, his name would appear on the scroll.

Wu Fazheng put his finger on the first name and said, "Shen Zhengze, would you like to worship Qingyang Pavilion Master Jiang Xie as your teacher?"

"Of course I would," Shen Zhengze said with a hesitant expression on his face, "I should be very grateful for being favored by the Pavilion Master. But I have my own heart, I admire Xie Lingjun, and I have been practicing swordsmanship for a long time.

Jiang Xie immediately stood up from his seat, with a displeased face, and the storm was about to come, and he questioned: "Shen Zhengze, what do you want to do? Why did you appoint my lover as soon as you opened your mouth?"

Jiang Xie's tone was serious, and there was no lack of derogatory meaning in the question.

Everyone was only annoyed when Jiang Xie was rejected by Shen Zhengze, but they didn't know that Jiang Xie was afraid that Shen Zhengze was not in the right mind and had other plans for Xie Lingjun, so he asked the question.

Shen Zhengze said neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you, Protector, for saving my life, and I would like to repay you with a grass knot."

Only then did Jiang Xie's face turn better, but his tone was still serious, with no room for change: "Since that's the case, it's understandable. Lingjun is practicing in seclusion. It's a critical moment, and he won't be able to leave the seclusion for 80 years. I'm willing to accept you as a disciple. What else do you have to say?"

Shen Zhengze fell to the ground, kowtowed his head, and said loudly: "Disciple Shen Zhengze, pay respects to Master."

Jiang Xie nodded, he accepted this apprentice.

Jie Qianchou squeezed to Xie Lingjun's side, envious: "This Shen Zhengze is really lucky, I heard that the pavilion master only accepted one apprentice, Xie Hufa."

Xie Lingjun said indifferently: "Shen Zhengze is a genius, it's not surprising that the pavilion master takes a fancy to him."

Jie Qianchou scratched her head, half worried, half complaining: "Then you still said that you must fight him, isn't this a grudge for no reason..."

"No," Xie Lingjun said firmly, "When I say that I want to fight someone and kill someone, I agree with his sword. Anyone can misunderstand what I mean, but Shen Zhengze can't. He understands what I mean."

Jie Qianchou sighed.

Xie Lingjun really hasn't changed at all, he looks calm, but what he said is inexplicably shocking.The same goes for Shen Zhengze, who turned out to be exactly as Xie Lingjun said.

These two people are indeed unbelievable and cannot be speculated with common sense.

"Relieve thousands of worries, Lu Changqiu, please come to the competition stage."

When Jie Qianchou heard Wu Fazheng calling his name, he couldn't care about Xie Lingjun, and immediately rushed to the competition stage.

The opportunity that comes once every three years, Xie Qianchou secretly encourages herself, she must not lose.

There were less than 500 people outside the cabinet, and it took nearly two hours to screen them out.

However, there were only 40 or [-] handymen, and it took nearly two hours to fight each other.

The sun is high in the sky, and looking out from the skylight of Shangwu Terrace, you can see the scorching sun.

"The last person, Xie Lingjun..." Wu Fazheng frowned, but still had to say his name, "Xie Lingjun, please stand on the competition stage and compete with Jie Qianchou."

With a clumsy sword on his waist, Xie Lingjun walked steadily towards the competition stage step by step amidst other people's gossip.

Liu Shaoqing sneered, and said to the people beside him: "This trash has good luck in signing. He was the last one to come on stage. I thought he would make an early appearance and be seriously injured, making him a laughingstock."

The people next to him nodded in agreement: "Look at his broken copper and iron, and use such a shabby sword on the stage, wouldn't it be shameful!"

Another person continued to sneer: "He deserves to be called Xie Lingjun? He appears here, no wonder Xie Hufa didn't come to watch the martial arts today."

Xie Lingjun stood in front of Jie Qianchou and nodded.

The sword in Xie Qianchou's hand was still bleeding, and the arm of the previous person was scratched by him.

"Xie Lingjun," Xie Qianchou frowned, "I really don't want to fight you, but I have to. I just want to tell you that I really regard you as a friend. But I will never fight because of you. You are my friend, so I will show mercy to you, and I will do my best."

Xie Lingjun was pleased when he heard this.If Jie Qianchou wanted to let him down, so he restrained his strength, it would make him feel unhappy; Jie Qianchou said that he would go all out, which would only make him excited.

Xie Lingjun smiled and said, "Me too."

Xie Lingjun's sword came out of its sheath, and the scabbard wrapped in black cloth fell to the ground.

Mozhe Sword Art, the most basic sword art of Qingyang Pavilion.

Xie Lingjun's move seems to be the most common sword.

Starting style, and love.

Without using the power of the soul, but the reasonable deployment of the five spiritual powers, the trick of "universal love" has changed from clumsy to clever.

Like spring breeze, like drizzle.

It's the willows and wind that don't blow the face, and the boundless silk rain that's as fine as a dream.

Xie Lingjun's sword is gentle and sad, delicate but heavy.

Xie Qianchou's move was the fiercest move in the Mozhe Sword Art, but this sword filled with spiritual power was gently pulled back by Xie Lingjun.

Jie Qianchou's sword cut towards his arm.

He didn't have time to connect to the next move, so he rolled on the spot, dodging Xie Lingjun's "Jian Ai" in embarrassment.

The second trick is non-attack.

Xie Lingjun walked towards Jie Qianchou's muscles, and immediately saw his dodging route, and immediately changed his moves, using "non-attack" to block his way.

If you don't attack, you don't attack, if you don't attack, you attack.

After Jie Qianchou was blocked, she could no longer dodge a second time, but could only forcefully withdraw her spiritual power to stop the loss in time.

The spiritual power was suddenly used, and then suddenly withdrawn, Jie Qianchou was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The third trick is Datong.

Xie Lingjun sacrificed his long sword, and the long sword left his hand.He walked from the east corner of the competition platform to the south corner of the competition platform, forming seals with both hands.

The long sword disappeared behind Jie Qianchou, and appeared in front of Jie Qianchou again.

This is the first sword of "Datong".

Xie Lingjun walked from the south corner to the west corner, forming more complicated sword marks.

The long sword fell from the top of Jie Qianchou's head, and just as the sword energy sliced ​​through Jie Qianchou's first strand of long hair, it suddenly disappeared in the sky.

This is the second sword of "Datong".

Xie Lingjun set off from the west, stopped at the north corner, and finally formed a dazzling termination mark.

The long sword came out from under Jie Qianchou's feet and broke through the bluestone slab on the martial arts platform.

This is the third sword of "Datong".

After exhausting the basic three moves of the Mozhe Sword Art, and before using the intermediate three moves, Jie Qianchou was already rolling on the ground, sweating uncontrollably while holding his head.

Xie Lingjun spread his palms, and the long sword flew towards him.

The most important thing is not the sword, not the sword formula, but the heart of the sword, the person who uses the sword.

He won.

Holding a clumsy sword in his hand, Xie Lingjun said calmly, "Accept."

Liu Shaoqing's back was wet with sweat.

He has naturally practiced the Mozhe Sword Art, and it can even be said that he uses it extremely skillfully.

But he didn't see Xie Lingjun's third move clearly, the "Great Harmony" three swords, completed in one breath, and Xie Lingjun also walked all over the huge competition arena in one breath.

Shen Zhengze was secretly amazed on Hou Wutai.

These moves are really too much for Xie Lingjun, only Xie Lingjun can use his sword moves so elegantly and flexibly without losing the ancient simplicity and kindness.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel for your message, I may not have written clearly earlier.

A patch has been made in this chapter, using the dialogue between Xie Lingjun and Xie Qianchou to explain:

For Xie Lingjun and Shen Zhengze, killing each other was tantamount to recognizing each other, and neither of them would misunderstand.