The heroine, she surrenders to the enemy every day

"Quiet!"

Zhuang Wuxiang shouted loudly.

The turbulent flow of people below calmed down immediately, and they stood up neatly in rows.Two figures in black Taoist robes suddenly descended from the sky and landed in the center of the jade platform.

A tall and thin man with a square face and sharp brows, with a stern expression and no smile, just like a glaring King Kong.

A short, short, round face, crouching silkworm brows, open eyes and laughing, with a simple and honest face, just like a Maitreya Buddha with a big belly.

These two people are the two elders of Que Yangzong, and today's ceremony will be presided over by them.

I saw the two of them facing the east, holding three sticks of incense with both hands, holding them up to the sky, and they spoke eloquently: "Wood has its roots, water has its source, and Que Yang stands in the sky. This year's grand festival, I will send disciples here to participate in the grand event. Winning or losing is determined by force, to promote the prestige of my sect. All the patriarchs are on top, there is no taboo, good luck."

After paying homage to all the patriarchs, he put the burning incense in his hand in the east corner of the Yutai, and the smoke from the incense stick rose in a straight line, placing the ardent hopes of the disciples of the Queyang Sect on the high heaven.

The two elders rose into the air and retreated outside the jade platform.

"Worship the sky in the daytime, start the Qing Festival, learn skills, and finish."

Following their chanting, the New Year Festival competition officially began.

The rules are very simple. Anyone who is willing to participate in the contest can invite himself to the stage. The opponent can be chosen by the contestant or challenged by the opponent. If you win ten times in a row, you can be elected as the priest, and host the evening sacrifice together with the suzerain Activity.

For the disciples of the outer sect, this is a good opportunity to fully demonstrate their own strength. Even if they do not become priests, if they perform well during the competition, they may be favored by the suzerain and the two elders. The door has a bright future.

For inner sect disciples, if they can be elected as priests, it is not only a recognition of their strength, but also means that their status in the same sect will rise in the future.The two people who usually don't like each other can also take this opportunity to have a showdown with each other in force.

No matter how you look at it, the New Year Festival competition is the most exciting activity for the younger generation of disciples.

But this time the participants included not only the disciples of Que Yangzong, but also the guests of Tianhu Village.

Although the two families have maintained a superficial harmony because of their marriage, after all, there has been a rift for many years. Many disciples of the Queyang Sect were secretly dissatisfied because of their own New Year's festival, and disciples from Tianhuzhuang also came to join in the fun. Take this to kill the prestige of Tianhu Zhuang.

As soon as a disciple of Queyang Sect at the early stage of Jindan came to the stage, he pointed to the team flying the flag of Tianhuzhuang: "I don't know if this dear friend would like to have a lesson with me?"

The selected Ji Wuzheng froze for a moment, his face full of bewilderment.

Ji Wuzheng has the ninth level of foundation building, and the masters of the Jindan stage can know their cultivation base only by exploring their spiritual sense.This Queyang Sect disciple knew that his cultivation level was lower than his own, but he still asked him to come up to compete, obviously to embarrass Tianhuzhuang.

All the disciples around Ji Wuzheng showed sullen expressions.

The Queyang Sect disciple completely ignored them, and only said fiercely to Ji Wuzheng: "What? Don't you dare? Could it be that all Tianhuzhuang disciples are as timid as a mouse?"

Yin Wuhua was also angry and opened his mouth to scold.

A deep fairy voice came from the distant throne, and the owner Sima Yan said: "Since it is a competition at the New Year Festival, it's okay to compete for a while, don't care about the outcome."

Everyone said that when they saw the owner of the village, how dare they have any objections, even if Ji Wuzheng didn't want to compete, he had to take Tianhu Village's face into consideration, and bravely jumped on stage.

Yin Wuhua's eyes were filled with worry.

Zhu Caiyi had no choice but to comfort her: "It's just a simple discussion, Senior Sister Yin, don't worry too much."

Her gaze also followed Ji Wuzheng's footsteps and looked up the jade platform.

"I'm not too late, an inner disciple of the Queyang Sect."

"Ji Wuzheng, the inner disciple of Tianhu Village."

The two clasped their fists together after exchanging names, and then began to fight fiercely.

Yu Buchi held two knives in his hands, and his strike was as fierce as a gale, and he slashed at Ji Wuzheng.

Ji Wuzheng pulled out the jade flute from his waist, danced it twice, and blocked it in front of him.The jade flute was eighteen inches long, and it was capable of robbing the opponent's double knives, making a "click" sound of metal and jade.

Zhu Caiyi squinted her eyes, and saw that the jade flute should be a magical instrument, not made of ordinary jade, otherwise, after this collision, the jade would have disappeared long ago.

Others looked relaxed, but Ji Wuzheng's back was covered with cold sweat.Although there is only one level difference between the ninth level of Foundation Establishment and the early stage of Jindan, there is a world of difference in strength. He has tried his best to take the opponent's knife.If the opponent strikes again, he will definitely lose.

Ji Wuzheng gritted his teeth, he was no match for force, so he had to outsmart him.

He tapped his foot lightly, stepped back abruptly, took advantage of the gap, set up his jade flute, and played a piece of music with an extremely strange tone.

Yu Buchi took a step, leaped into the air, stabbed downward like an arrow off the string, and flashed in front of Ji Wuzheng in an instant, and slashed his throat with his right hand.

If he succeeds, Ji Wuzheng will be killed on the spot.

The expressions of the two elders watching from the rear changed drastically, and they were about to stop Yu Buchi, when Yu Buchi's saber was about to hit Ji Wuzheng, and it was suddenly bounced back as if hitting an invisible barrier.

Ji Wuzheng closed his eyes slightly, and continued to play, the tune became more ethereal and calm, and his body and mind seemed to be immersed in it. Although he was on the field, he gave people a feeling of being detached from the world.

Yu Buchi lost again, turned somersault backwards, landed on both feet, his eyes gradually became fierce.

He originally saw that Ji Wuzheng's cultivation base was slightly lower, thinking that he could be easily suppressed by his level, but he never expected that the other party was actually a sound cultivator!

Yinxiu hurts people with sound waves, especially good at attacking people's spiritual power.The spiritual power of a cultivator comes from the realm of the original heart. The spiritual power of a person with a high realm is as majestic as the sea, and nothing in the world can control his heart; the spiritual power of a person with a low realm is fragile, and will collapse if slightly shaken.

Although Yu Buchi has the upper hand in terms of force, but in terms of mental strength, he is not satisfactory.

Ji Wuzheng took a fancy to this point and decided to defeat him with mental strength.

The situation was once quite unfavorable for Yu Buchi, and he had to make a quick decision if he wanted to win.

The light in Yu Buchi's eyes flickered, and the two knives in his hands flew out of his palms automatically, the blades ignited with blue flames, and attacked Ji Wuzheng straight.

If one blow fails, another blow will hit the invisible barrier in front of Ji Wuzheng repeatedly. At the moment of collision, Qing Yan will make a buzzing sound.

woohoo-

The tune played by Ji Wuzheng gradually became deeper and deeper, Yu Buchi's movements froze for a moment, and the thunderous thunder exploded in his mind, and the sky was dark for a moment, and he had a splitting headache.

Yu Buchi's body was on the verge of falling, he gritted his teeth and held his head with one hand, while with the other he manipulated the two knives more quickly, and the two knives rushed forward more desperately like crazy.

Ji Wuzheng frowned, and his fingertips flew back and forth on the flute hole, the tune was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes gloomy, and changed more and more frequently.

The two sides refused to give in to each other, and stood in a stalemate for a long time, when suddenly there was a "click", the space in front of Ji Wuzheng distorted for a moment, and Yu Buchi's double knives finally broke through the barrier, holding green flames, like light like a rainbow, towards Ji Wuzheng. Wu Zheng's neck was cut across.

"Senior Brother Ji, be careful!"

Yin Wuhua, who was watching the battle below, screamed, his heart hanging in his throat.

Zhu Caiyi also became nervous, holding Chi Yuan hidden in his sleeve with his right hand, ready to go.

However, before she could make a move, Yu Buchi's swords suddenly stopped when they were only an inch away from Ji Wuzheng, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Ji Wuzheng quickly opened his eyes, only then did he see that Yu Buchi, who was opposite him, was kneeling on the ground with his head drooping on his chest, already unconscious.

Zhu Caiyi and Yin Wuhua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a short silence, cheers and shouts suddenly erupted from the crowd.

The disciples of Tianhuzhuang waved the sect's flag, and everyone's face was filled with expressions of excitement, complacency, or joy.

Undoubtedly, Ji Wuzheng defeated the monks of the Golden Core Stage with his cultivation base in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and it can be regarded as regaining the confidence of his fellow disciples who were ridiculed and resentful before.

On the other hand, Que Yangzong was gloomy. They wanted to take the opportunity to dampen Tianhu Zhuang's spirit, but they didn't expect that stealing the chicken would cost them nothing.

"Tianhu Zhuang disciple Ji Wuzheng won a round."

The tall and thin elder announced reluctantly, raised his hand, and ordered people to carry the unconscious Yu Buchi down.

On the throne, Sima Yan flicked his long beard lightly, looked down at Ji Wuzheng's figure, with approval in his eyes, then turned his head and said to Zhuang Wuxiang: "It's good enough, who knows that this kid is acting so recklessly, Injured a disciple of your sect, after the ceremony is over, I will definitely bring him here to make amends to the suzerain."

Although he is Zhuang Wuxiang's father-in-law, but Zhuang Wuxiang is the suzerain after all, the status of the two is equal, equal.Therefore, in public, he still abides by the etiquette and respectfully calls the other party "sovereign".

"My father-in-law is serious. It's understandable for the young man to be a bit more aggressive for a while because of his youthful vigor. Besides, no one will be injured in this martial arts sparring. As long as the root is not injured and the practice is delayed, let them make a fuss!"

Zhuang Wuxiang's expression is always so kind, as if nothing can make him angry.

Sima Kui listened silently to their small talk, and then the eyes of the three were drawn to the bottom again.

After defeating Yu Buchi, the disciples of Que Yangzong came up to challenge one after another. Ji Wuzheng won three of them successively, but lost to the fourth in the end.

When Ji Wuzheng stepped down, Yin Wuhua and Zhu Caiyi came to him one after the other. Seeing his unhesitating expression, they thought that he was worried about his defeat and was about to speak out to comfort him.

Ji Wuzheng wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and let out a sigh of relief: "It's finally over, but I'm exhausted."

Zhu Caiyi smiled and said, "I also felt sad when Senior Brother Ji lost the fourth round, so I was tired."

"I don't like to compete with others. If I lose, I lose. I can step down to rest earlier. What's so sad?" Ji Wuzheng said truthfully.

Hearing this, Yin Wuhua immediately put his hands on his hips and spat: "It's hard for us to hang our nerves down there and be so nervous like something. Fortunately, you didn't take it to heart at all."

"Sorry for worrying the two junior sisters." Ji Wuzheng smiled embarrassedly.

The fourth person who defeated Ji Wuzheng stood on the stage, looked quietly at Yin Wuhua and Zhu Caiyi standing behind him, raised his fists and bowed to one of them: "Cen Jing, an inner disciple of the Queyang Sect, Dare to ask this junior sister's name? I wonder if I can ask for a lesson or two?"

The conversation between the three was interrupted, and the smile on Ji Wuzheng's face suddenly cooled down.

Yin Wuhua raised his head to look at the man, his eyes widened with anger, and his anger was burning.

Zhu Caiyi calmed down, smiled calmly, and replied: "Bian Qiushuang, the inner disciple of Xiatianhu Village, do you want to compete with me?"

Cen Jing stared at her face maliciously: "Exactly, does this junior sister dare to answer?"

Yin Wuhua cursed: "Who here doesn't know that my Junior Sister Bian is not in good health, you ask her to compete with you, isn't it bullying?"

As soon as the words fell, not only Tianhuzhuang, but also Queyangzong started to yell: "My God, it's not good to choose someone, if you choose someone with tuberculosis, even if you win, it would be dishonorable!"

"You don't know, that Cen Jing is notoriously perverted, I think he just sees that the little girl is pretty, and wants to take the opportunity to eat tofu."

"Oh my god, it's so embarrassing that we are in the same family as such a person."

……

"Taoism is important, no foul language is allowed!" The tall and thin elder couldn't stand it anymore, so he showed up to maintain order in the hall, glanced at Cen Jing lightly, and said in a more serious tone: "This is a New Year's festival, if you want to compete, do it well, Do not have any other evil thoughts."

Cen Jing hurriedly lowered his head and showed an attitude of humbly obeying: "The elder is right, this disciple will bear in mind."

After the tall and thin elder left, he raised his face and looked at Zhu Caiyi, the greed in his eyes continued unabated.

Zhu Caiyi sneered inwardly, and walked slowly up the jade platform under the watchful eyes of everyone: "I agree to this exchange."

Yin Wuhua's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly winked at Ji Wuzheng, saying, "Hurry up! Go to Nuanyue Pavilion and call Yun Biyue here, and ask her to bring more medicine!!!"

The author has something to say:

On the eve of the reversal, there are always people who like to commit suicide. ┑(￣Д￣)┍ps: About Qingji and Youji, the names are taken from Taoist Qingji and Youji, and the specific content is all made up.

"Wood has its root, water has its source", "There are no taboos, good luck" These two sentences come from folk songs in Yuyang area.

In summary, all of the above serve the plot, so please don't study it carefully.