The system forced me to eat soft rice [Quick Transmigration]

The night is starless and the breeze is blowing. The young green-robed Taoist priest is holding a torch in his hand. The torch lights up the dark and damp cave entrance in front of him. Abstract runes are engraved on both sides of the cold rock. The writing on it has long since passed by time. and become blurred.

Now only a little shallow gravure remains.

"Master, here... is the place where the ancestor sealed the ancient fierce beast?" The little Taoist hesitated facing the dark hole like an abyss, and turned to look at the old man behind him.

"That's right," the old Taoist took the torch in his hand, and walked into the bottomless cave first, his deep and vigorous voice echoed in the long and narrow corridor,

"The rumored ancient fierce beast was named 'Jiuying'. It was shaped like a dragon, like a dragon, with nine heads, and its cry was like a baby crying, so it got its name. Jiuying can spit water and spray water. Fire is the monster of water and fire. In the ancient times, there was a lot of aura in the heaven and earth, and the spirit beasts and monsters born during this period were extremely tyrannical. At that time, Jiuying had cholera in the world and ran rampant in the countryside. However, because of his immortal body, as long as he still had a breath, he could collect the aura of the sky. It can be restored, so many righteous men at that time were helpless."

"Then since the ancestor sealed it later, why do we still come here every now and then to check?" the little Taoist asked curiously.

He followed behind the old man and looked around. The light from the torch reflected the ancient murals on both sides of the rock wall. In the center of the mural was a monster with nine heads. Although the mural was old, it was still vivid. Time has taken the little Taoist to his senses.

The nine-headed monsters above spit fire and water from their mouths, and the huge fires and floods engulfed tens of thousands of cities and towns together, while the many villains in the painting, who symbolized the lives of the people and common people in the world, died together with painful and distorted expressions. in this disaster.

The elder stopped, turned his head to look at the little Taoist priest, stroked his beard with a smile, and continued,

"The ancestor and the seven ancestors used their whole life's magic power to barely subdue this ancient beast and seal it under the Nanshan cave. As time went by, the spiritual power of their seal was gradually increasing. Weakened. What's more, today's eve is not as good as in the past, and the aura is weakening now. Today's immortal cultivators are not the same as those in ancient times who were full of aura. The ancient beasts that the eight ancestors could not subdue together, now once released ..."

Having said that, he paused, the dark color between his brows became serious,

"It will inevitably cause unimaginable disasters, and the people will be devastated by then, and the people will be in dire straits."

The little Taoist priest was obviously frightened by his words, and even his voice stuttered, "Then...then, Master, this...this, what should we do? If we... ...."

"You don't have to worry too much," the old Taoist shook his head and interrupted him.

At this time, the corridor in front of him had come to an end, and the old Taoist put the torch in his hand on the shelf on the rock wall beside him,

"The seals made by the ancestors back then were not so easy to break, and the Nanshan Cave where Jiuying was sealed is also a place where fairies gather. I put a lifelong mantra on the entire Nanshan Mountain, and our Nanshan faction has been ordered to guard the cave where the beast is sealed for hundreds of years for the common people in the world, so we need to come here every three years to check the seal of the year , to keep safe."

Hearing this, the little Taoist nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly, he asked again as if remembering something, "But, Master, didn't you say three years? How could I remember that you came here once the year before last? Isn't it less than two years?"

"Because this year is special." The old Taoist stood in front of a round stone wall engraved with red runes, closed his eyes and recited a formula, and the heavy stone door slowly opened.

"Have you forgotten, the Zongmen Grand Competition is held every five years, and this year it's our Nanshan Sect's turn to preside over it. At that time, all sects in the cultivation world will gather in our Nanshan. There will be many people at that time. In order to ensure nothing is lost, I The integrity of the seal must be confirmed in advance."

The little Taoist followed behind him and nodded, saying: "Master is thoughtful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two walked to the end of the corridor, and the vision in front of them suddenly widened. At this time, they were in a place similar to a natural cave, with railings made of iron locks on their sides, and the railings were only an inch away. It is a bottomless abyss.

The little Taoist poked half of his head out vigilantly, only took a look, then looked away with some fear, then turned to look at his master, and said, "How deep is this hole? We won't go down, will we? "

The old man nodded, then reached out and pulled down the mechanism on the wall.

The old and decayed iron chain made a loud "squeak", and the gears hanging on the top of the rock wall began to rotate. Accompanied by the "click, click" sound of the iron chain, what appeared in front of them was a falcon's precision aircraft. wooden suspended ladder,

"The mechanism technique unique to the Nanshan School, come up."

With that said, the old Taoist stepped onto the floating ladder step by step.

The little Taoist glanced warily at the abyss, then looked at his master, his throat rolled up and down, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped on it.

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "These five-year Zongmen Conference, you have to fight for me..."

At the same time, with the loud noise of the iron chain, the two stood on the suspended ladder and slowly descended, disappearing from sight...

·

The breeze blows through the fragrant courtyard, and you can hear a few crisp birdsong from time to time.

The trees on both sides of the side courtyard are lush, and there are several pleasing-looking potted plants on the jade steps beside it.

A black hem can be seen faintly in the lush green of jasper. The man is standing behind a few big trees, wearing a black Taoist robe, the tight girdle around his waist makes his shoulders wide and legs long, and his figure is graceful. At this time, he was standing in front of a potted plant, concentrating on...

Pour half a bowl of black medicinal juice into the potted plant.

Qin Hezhou's movements can be said to be done in one go, and half of the bowl of medicine was fed with grass in an instant, but the bitter smell from the medicine residue left at the bottom of the bowl still made him frown.

Wu Zhangfei is indeed a famous and unique doctor in this world, even the prescriptions he prescribes are so unique.

Qin Hezhou swears that he has never encountered anything more difficult to swallow than this in his life. It is really unbearable. Therefore, every time he drinks half of it, he can't help but pour out the remaining half bowl of concoction impulse.

And today, he did just that.

Anyway, in the final analysis, this medicine only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and his fundamental problem has to be solved by Lu Lingchuan's wood-type spiritual root.

Qin Hezhou poured out the last drop of medicinal juice neatly, then turned around with the medicine bowl in his hand,

As soon as he turned his head, he suddenly met a pair of familiar eyes in the next second. The person in front of him was dressed in white, and he could faintly smell the familiar scent of bluegrass.

Qin Hezhou paused, he and Lu Lingchuan met their gazes, and there was still some sophistication in each other's eyes.

Who would have thought that Lu Lingchuan would suddenly appear in an empty place.

Now, it can be said that he was caught doing something modest.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Lingchuan's eyes fell on the empty bowl in his hand, and then glanced at the potted plants behind him.

Qin Hezhou avoided his gaze slightly: "I'm... taking medicine."

"Are you drinking medicine, or watering the flowers?" Lu Lingchuan raised an eyebrow at him.

As he spoke, he walked to the potted plant, bent down and sniffed it, and he smelled a distinct bitter smell.

"You watered all the plants I planted." Lu Lingchuan said with some helplessness and amused.

At this time, a gust of wind blew past, blowing the hair on both sides of Qin Hezhou's cheeks, and a strand of hair fell on the tip of Qin Hezhou's nose, which made the tip of Qin Hezhou's nose a little itchy. Along with the gust of wind, it was Lu Lingchuan who floated over Qin Hezhou suddenly felt the familiar orchid fragrance, and felt itchy in his heart.

In front of him were Lu Lingchuan's knuckle fingers resting on the branches and leaves of the potted plants, and the snow-white nape of his neck exposed from under the collar because of his bending over.

For a moment, Qin Hezhou stood by his side without moving, only feeling that the fragrance became more and more alluring.

"Drink the medicine next time." Lu Lingchuan turned around, looked at him in a daze, curled the corners of his mouth, took a step closer, and reached out to stroke the hair that fell on the tip of his nose.

The place where Lu Lingchuan's fingertips touched seemed to have an electric current, which caused Qin Hezhou to take half a step back. He looked at Lu Lingchuan's smiling eyes, nodded belatedly, and said "Yes."

At this moment, a slightly childish voice interrupted the two of them.

Xiao Daotong said to Lu Lingchuan at the door: "Teacher, the meeting about the Zongmen Dabi will be held soon, and the eight elders have arrived. They are waiting for you in the Qingxuan Palace."

"Okay, I see." Lu Lingchuan put his hands behind his back and turned his head to look at him.

After Xiaodaotong left, Lu Lingchuan looked up at Qin Hezhou again, but this time his expression became serious,

"Do you remember what I told you before?"

Qin Hezhou lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a calm tone, "I remember what Master said."

·

A few days later, on the Cangyun Grand Hall on the hillside of Nanshan Mountain, clouds and mists shrouded the clouds, and the cloud tower was built high. People from all walks of life came with their swords. The sleeves fluttered with the breeze.

The people under the cloud platform were crowded, the sound was noisy, it was very lively.

The altitude of Nanshan is high, and the mountain is steep. At this mountainside, the surrounding cliffs are covered with crystal clear ice crystals, and the Cangyun Palace is built around the steep cliffs, which is quite magnificent.

At this moment, with the sound of "wow", a person like a flying swallow stepped on the pillar in the center of the cloud platform and soared into the sky, and a huge white banner unfolded in his hand.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this.

The man's movements were light and quick, and in the blink of an eye, the banner was hung in the center of the cloud platform.

There are four large characters written on it,

"Zongmen Dabi".

With the fall of the banner, the five-year Zongmen Grand Competition officially kicked off.

The long-bearded old man in a green robe walked to the center of the cloud platform, cleared his throat, and began his speech. He is now the head of the Nanshan Sect, Li Xuankun. His little apprentice.

Following his speech, the crowd became excited again, and the people below began to discuss in whispers.

The Cangyun Great Hall is very spacious, with no end in sight at a glance, and now in order to hold this sect competition, the Great Hall is divided into dozens of areas, and different people will be assigned to different areas.

The way of division is not to distinguish by sect, but according to,

Qualifications.

Only the disciples who are over 16 years old and under 25 years old from each sect are eligible to participate in this sect competition.

The opponents in the competition will be divided according to their grades. The points are from low to high, respectively, three grades, two grades, and one grade, and each grade is divided into A, B, C, D and so on.

It can be said that in today's cultivation sects, there is one competition in three days, one competition in five days, and various assessments are conducted every year, and every once in a while there will be all kinds of competitions between the sects , the points are calculated based on the combined performance of these competitions.

And this sect competition is the most orthodox, solemn, and attention-grabbing competition in the cultivation world.

The winner will be regarded as a future rising star in the cultivation world, and even his sect will become famous in the whole cultivation world.

Therefore, the best of all sects value it very much, because this is an opportunity to show their strength the most.

In fact, it is not so much a competition among all disciples as it is a competition among a few elites, because,

Opportunities are never reserved for the mediocre.

The division of the area under the gimbal is naturally arranged according to the level. The higher the level, the closer to the gimbal, and the lower the level, the farther away from the gimbal.

The circle of people around the edge of the Cangyun Hall are the disciples of the third level D, their points are pitifully small, they are here to join in the fun rather than to participate in the competition.

At this time, at the very edge of the main hall, there was a little Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe standing on tiptoe trying to see the situation on the stage from the dark crowd. His name was Rui Guang. He was not very old, but his qualifications were mediocre. He was barely accepted by the Daoist sect, and his parents only expected him to be physically strong, and they didn't expect him to be famous or to stand out.

Therefore, Rui Guang also lived a leisurely life in this sect, and today he participated in the rumored sect competition for the first time, and his whole body was full of excitement, and he couldn't help but want to look around.

He looked at the lively scene on the stage, and wanted to find someone to talk to, but he didn't have any fellow students he knew by his side, so he had no choice but to turn his head to look beside him.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes were attracted by a person in the corner beside him. The person was leaning against the wall, holding a long sword in his hand, and wearing a neat black Taoist robe. He had a dignified temperament and an outstanding appearance.

The man was leaning his head against the wall at this time, his eyes seemed a little careless, his indifferent temperament stood out from the crowd.

As if he noticed his gaze, the man turned his head, and Rui Guang met his deep eyes.

"Hey, brother, are you also a third-ranker? Which school are you from?" Rui Guang walked over to that person directly. He has a familiar temperament and is never afraid of being left alone when he meets strangers.

Seeing this, the man was still holding the sword, and nodded slightly at him, his tone was alienated and his voice was low,

"Three Puritans."

The author has something to say: In the past two days, I was really stupid in the math test QAQ

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