Dragon Fate of Shan Hai Ji

At a quarter to two in the afternoon, the ninth round of the weapon competition began.

Zhao Yuan felt that it would be unreasonable to abandon Le Yue to observe Luo Lingzhi and the Qingxuan sect at such a time. It stood next to Le Yue and the other disciples of the Qingshan sect by the side of the martial arts field, comforting Le Yue softly: " It doesn’t mean you will definitely lose, there are always miracles.”

These words didn't seem to be very effective, and Le Yue's expression became more gloomy as he stared at the field.

Lin Qing raised her hand and tapped it on the back of the head: "If you can't speak, don't talk nonsense!"

It closed its mouth guiltily and rubbed the painful place.

Le Zheng and Du Ruyuan stood opposite the two disciples of the Cangshan Sword Sect in the Martial Arts Arena.

The Qingshan faction won the lottery this time. The two disciples of the Cangshan Sword Sect participating in the weapon competition are the direct disciples of the head of the sect. One is Li Chang and the other is Wang Long. They are not only the leaders among the young disciples of the Cangshan Sword Sect, They are all well-known in the rivers and lakes.Li Chang once fought three bandit villages with his sword alone, and returned with a big victory.Wang Long single-handedly abolished more than 30 demon disciples in the fight between black and white in the world half a year ago, and has since become famous in the world.

The first round of this match was Le Zheng vs. Wang Long. Du Ruyuan and Li Chang retreated to the side first. Wang Long held up his sleeves to Le Zheng in the field: "Wang Long, a disciple of the Cangshan Sword Sect, please give me your advice."

Le Zheng looked a little stiff and nervous, but he clenched his fists and said loudly, "Le Zheng, a disciple of the Qingshan School, please give me some advice from Brother Wang of the Cangshan Sword Sect."

Wang Ting picked up the saber and drew it out. The blue light overflowed and the cold air shone: "The sword is named Qiushuang. It is four feet two inches long and weighs two catties and one tael. It was cast in Yongchang three years."

Le Zheng also raised the sword he was holding. He was young, usually lazy, and hadn’t practiced weapons much. When he came, he hung a sword with him, which was a bit rusty. Yueji pulled a knife from another junior brother and gave it to him.

Le Zheng said loudly: "The name of the knife... the name of the knife is the knife! It is long, I haven't measured it, and it weighs about three or four catties. I don't know when it was cast!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd on the sidelines.Zhao Yuan wanted to cover his eyes with his front paws, but couldn't bear to look.

There was also a smile on Wang Ting's mouth, and he raised his hand: "Please."

Le Zheng brandished his long knife and rushed towards Wang Long. Wang Long raised his sword to meet him. The tip of the sword touched the knife body, and a sword flower formed around it. With another swipe, Le Zheng's long knife almost flew out of his hand. Hold down with one hand.

There was another burst of laughter among the crowd watching the battle, Le Zheng blushed, swung a long knife with both hands, and slashed straight at Wang Taki.

With a choking sound, the sword was like a white rainbow passing by, the long knife in Le Zheng's hand suddenly lightened, and a black shadow flew out of his hand with a bang, and hit the ground with a bang.

Le Zheng looked at his hand in astonishment, the handle of the knife was still in his hand, but only half of the blade of the long knife remained.

The other half lay quietly not far away, the fracture was very neat and smooth, like paper cut with a knife.

Wang Long backhanded the long sword behind his back: "Brother Zheng, let me go."

The sound of the drum sounded loudly: "Cangshan Sword School wins—" Le Zheng held the half-cut knife and went off the stage stiffly. Suddenly, he let go of the broken knife and landed on the broken knife. He squatted down, his back trembling desperately.

Le Yue stepped forward, bent over and pulled him, frowning and said in a low voice: "Get up, be better! If you lose on the court, don't be ashamed off the court!"

Le Zheng stood up and covered his tear-stained face with his sleeve: "Brother, I will definitely practice martial arts in the future."

Le Yue half-procrastinated and half-supported him and replied, "Yeah, okay, practice hard in the future."

Le Zheng was sobbing and dragged by Le Yan and Le Lu to the open space outside the crowd. Zhao Yuan wanted to comfort Le Yue, and awkwardly raised a front paw to touch his shoulder like Le Yue usually did. .

Le Yue frowned and said, "Oh, this is an inevitable end, but the reality of failure is still very cruel."

Lin Qing said softly: "Think of the good, so that the two weakest of you will be singled out this time, and the chances of winning the remaining few games will be better."

On the field here, Du Ruyuan and Li Chang have already stood in the center of the field.

Li Chang held up his saber: "The sword is named Dongxue, it is four feet two inches long, weighs two catties and two liang, and was cast in Yongchang three years."

Du Ruyuan slowly put his hand into his sleeve.

When he was about to play just now, the disciples of the Qingshan faction rushed to give him their sabers or sabers, but Du Ruyuan all declined on the grounds that they were too heavy.He just touched his sleeves and said with a smile, "I have other good weapons."

Everyone knew that he would definitely lose, so they didn't force it.

However, Du Ruyuan always had a leisurely look on the martial arts arena, and at this moment, the movement of putting his hand into his sleeve was so calm and calm, a glimmer of hope suddenly floated in the hearts of the disciples of the Qingshan School , this nerd, maybe he is actually an expert.Maybe something unexpected will happen in this round.

Even Le Yue had some such conjectures.

Because the turtle was lying on top of Du Ruyuan's head, so calm and relaxed.Maybe, because of it, Du Ruyuan won this match.

Zhao Yuan was also staring at the tortoise and guessing, would it help Du Ruyuan win this round?It felt that the tortoise should be very, very powerful.

At the same time, the disciples of the various sects watching, the elders of the various sects who were sitting and watching, and the judges on the high platform all suddenly gathered their breaths together and stared at Du Ruyuan.

The details of the Qingshan faction were more or less known to those present.At this time, the bookish person on the court seemed to be a new disciple who had never shown his face before.

So calm, so calm, is he really just an ordinary disciple?Li Chang also narrowed his eyes slightly, he had a vague feeling of oppression, even when he entered the bandit's den with a sword all those years ago, the oppression was not as strong as it is now.

He stared closely at Du Ruyuan's hand that was stretched out into his sleeve, and that hand was slowly pulling out something and rolling it up.

Du Ruyuan raised the ink-blue bound scroll in his hand under the inquisitive eyes of everyone, and smiled slightly: ""The Doctrine of the Mean", written by Kong Shengren, the newly engraved edition of Jiangnan Bookstore this year, because it has been turned a little frequently, it is probably new. "

There was no sound outside the arena, and the gazes staring at Du Ruyuan became sharper.

Li Chang involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Please."

Du Ruyuan said with a smile: "Senior brother, I invite you first."

Li Chang's hand holding the sword was dripping with cold sweat. After all, he was still a young disciple with inexperienced experience, and the opponent in front of him made him feel unpredictable like never before.

He raised the sword, like lifting a heavy boulder for the first time, and stabbed with all his energy.Du Ruyuan held the book and dodged to the side with an ouch, his movements were sluggish, he looked like a person who didn't understand martial arts at all.

Li Chang was shocked, in order to prevent fraud, he hastily restrained the sword force abruptly, swiped to one side, and sliced ​​the book in Du Ruyuan's hand.

Crashing—the broken pages of the book fluttered, circled, and floated to the ground in the breeze.

Li Chang felt empty under the sword, as if the sword just cut on an ordinary book held by an ordinary person.

Du Ruyuan shook his head heartbroken: "Oh, it seems that "The Doctrine of the Mean" is not enough to resist, let's get another one." Putting the torn book in his hand back into his sleeve, he pulled out another book from his bosom as if conjuring, "This "Han Fei" It should be more resistant to the killing spirit."

The Qingshan sect disciples outside the arena all woke up from the dream that Du Ruyuan was an expert.

Le Jin whispered: "I thought he was very powerful, but it turned out that this nerd is playing tricks again."

Le Wu said: "It's good that he can pretend, at least he won't be so embarrassing when he loses. He can fool the people of Cangshan Sword Sect and make them depressed for a while."

The rest of the people outside the arena obviously still regarded Du Ruyuan as a hidden master, the head of the Cangshan Sword Sect shouted in a low voice: "Li Chang, don't be careless!"

Li Chang took a deep breath, and stabbed out with his sword again.

Du Ruyuan jumped to the side, flashed in embarrassment, but Li Chang's sword only aimed at the book in his hand, the blade cut across the book, crash, the broken pages flew in all directions again.

Du Ruyuan shook his head and said, "Oh, senior brother, even "Han Feizi" can't make you understand the truth that you can't win with the courage of a man. I can only ask for another book." A booklet with four large characters on the cover, "Sun Tzu's Art of War".

When taking out the book, Li Chang's sword light happened to sweep over, and Du Ruyuan leaned back, a piece of his clothes was cut off, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Standing on the sidelines, Zhao Yuan, Le Yue and Lin Qing all suddenly understood that the turtle on Du Ruyuan's head was only protecting Du Ruyuan from fatal injuries, but it didn't care about anything else.

That's why Du Ruyuan was beaten to the ground, so embarrassed.

Du Ruyuan struggled to get up from the ground, carrying the "Sun Tzu's Art of War", Li Chang raised his sword again, Du Ruyuan suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

Li Chang's hand stopped immediately, and he slowly put down the long sword.

Du Ruyuan dusted off the dust on his body and raised his sleeves, saying, "Oh, senior brother, you are so powerful. For a person like me who doesn't know martial arts, even if he has a hundred copies of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in his hand, he might not be able to stop your sword strike." , I lost this game, thank you brother for your advice."

Le Yue's juniors curled their lips and said, "You're too good at pretending, you have a lot of reasons to admit defeat."

Li Chang stood motionless, while Du Ruyuan bowed his hands to him, stuffed "Sun Tzu's Art of War" into his bosom, and walked out of the martial arts arena.

Li Chang stared at his back, and suddenly said loudly: "Slow down!"

Du Ruyuan turned around with a face full of surprise: "Senior brother, I have already surrendered..."

Li Chang bowed down respectfully: "Please enlighten me, this young man, and give me serious advice on the next two moves."

Du Ruyuan said: "Actually, I don't know anything about martial arts. To be able to end this match alive is already due to the brother's mercy. I really don't have any tricks to learn from the brother. In this round, the brother won."

He turned around and continued to walk out of the field. Li Chang suddenly dropped the long sword in his hand and fell to his knees: "I admit defeat. I lost this game."

Zhao Yuan, Lin Qing and all the disciples of the Qingshan School were shocked.

Le Zheng opened his eyes swollen from crying, and stammered, "Is there something wrong with this Li Chang?"

Lin Qing said: "Could it be that he took Du Ruyuan's fake X seriously..."

Le Yue folded his arms and looked at Li Chang sympathetically: "It seems to be..."

As if confirming his words, the head of the Cangshan Sword Sect got up from his seat, cupped his hands towards the judges' seat, and said, "This round is indeed lost by the young disciple."

He Jizi hurriedly got up and said: "Master Zeng may have misunderstood, this poor disciple just started the day before yesterday, so he really doesn't know martial arts."

Master Zeng raised his hand to stop He Jizi's words of defense: "Brother He doesn't need to say anything, that young hero has already given me enough face, Brother He doesn't need to save face for me anymore, this time, the younger disciple lost It's a complete failure."

Li Chang was still kneeling in the arena, and said loudly: "But I can get the guidance of this young man, which is better than ten years of martial arts."

Du Ruyuan stood on the field and said with a cheeky smile: "It's easy to say."

According to the rules, if one wins and the other loses in two rounds, the winning disciples of both sides will have another round.

Abbot Jing Yuan said: "Amitabha, then the young hero Wang Long of the Cangshan Sword Sect will compete with this young hero again?"

Wang Long immediately said: "Don't dare, the disciple also admit defeat."

Master Zeng sighed and said: "Our Cangshan Sword Sect was convinced to lose in this weapon competition." He looked at Hejizi with admiration and playful eyes: "Master Hejizi, the Qingshan Sect is worthy of a famous school of Taoism. In the hearts of the Despicable Sect, The only word is admiration."

Li Chang picked up his saber, stood up, and respectfully said to Du Ruyuan: "Today is a competition, thank you brother for reminding me, let me understand that the way of martial arts lies in the heart, not the need to be attached to the truth. I don't know if I can choose another day Come to visit the young hero, and then ask the senior brother to give me more guidance on the maze in my heart?"

Du Ruyuan smiled and said: "Cough, um, of course, you can understand, that's the best. Destiny is called nature, willfulness is called Tao, and cultivation of Tao is called teaching. The Tao, you can't leave it for a moment; if you can leave it, it's not the Tao." .”

Li Chang hurriedly recited it in his mouth, then repeated it silently several times, bowed deeply and said, "Getting this teaching is like enlightenment, thank you very much." The eyes staring at Du Ruyuan were full of passionate admiration.

Under the sunshine of spring, the Martial Arts Arena, which should have been full of sharpness, turned into a picture scroll of willows and spring breeze.

Abbot Jingyuan clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, you are so kind. Congratulations to the benefactor for finally realizing the realm of Zen from martial arts. This is the original intention of martial arts. Warriors can stop fighting."

The sound of the big drum sounded—"The ninth round of the weapon competition, the Qingshan faction won!"

The tortoise above Du Ruyuan's head lowered his eyelids indifferently: "The mortal world is too shallow..."

Zhao Yuan stared dumbfounded at the scene, wrinkling his forehead in doubt: "Why? It's so strange."

Lin Qing murmured: "My God, mortals are so naive!"