Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

"What do you think?" Shen Zaishui asked back.

He wouldn't tell Lu Mingkong that he happened to see him when he buried the wine.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Mingkong was worried about the wine in his yard, so he quickly responded, "I will keep my word, and I will definitely keep my word. Don't touch those jugs of wine. I buried them for my future wife." .”

Hearing this, Shen Zaishui took a second look at Lu Mingkong, he thought that the little uncle would never have the idea of ​​marrying a Taoist couple.

He nodded, "Well, I won't move for now."

Lu Mingkong felt relieved, he waved his folding fan again, and sighed again, "Little Ah Shui, you are becoming more and more serious."

"..." Shen Zaishui ignored him.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Mingkong chuckled lightly, and then said, "Well, I won't tease you. Are you ready for tomorrow's competition? Is Xiao Ah Shui confident to win the first place?"

Shen Zaishui: "Of course I'm ready, but there are many outstanding disciples from other sects, so why should my little uncle ask me?"

"I believe that little Ah Shui was raised by me after all, so it must be like how I picked out the chief disciples of several major sects." Lu Mingkong raised his chin, his long and narrow peach eyes were full of smiles.

"Okay, I'll do my best." Shen Zaishui was infected by Lu Mingkong's expression, and nodded.

"Eldest senior brother." A disciple ran over, and when he saw Lu Mingkong standing beside him, he made a deep bow, "I've met little senior uncle."

"Yeah." Lu Mingkong closed the folding fan in his hand and asked the disciple to get up, "What's the matter?"

Perhaps Lu Mingkong was at the side, and the disciple was under pressure, and stammered, "Negative... the elder in charge of the competition asked the senior brother to draw lots and choose the person who will face off tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go there right away." Shen Zaishui nodded at the disciple, "Please trouble me to run for a while."

The disciple said in a low voice, "You're welcome, this is what I should do, senior brother, try hard tomorrow."

Shen Zaishui smiled gently, "Well, thank you."

The disciple blushed, greeted Shen Zaishui and Lu Mingkong again, and ran away.

Seeing this scene, Lu Mingkong raised his eyebrows, the folding fan in his hand hit the palm of the other hand one after another, turned his head and asked Shen Zaishui aggrievedly, "Little Ah Shui, am I scary?"

Although he wasn't as gentle and tight-tempered as Shen Zaishui, he was still approachable, but why were all these disciples a bit cautious and afraid when they saw him?

Shen Zaishui knew what he was struggling with, and replied in a gentle voice, "It's probably because the young master's aura is a bit strong, and he overwhelmed them."

Not to mention those disciples, even he could feel strong oppression when he met Lu Mingkong earlier.

Lu Mingkong: "Hey, so I'm so good."

Sinking in the water: "..."

Shen Zaishui was speechless by his sudden boast, and he said, "Little uncle, I'm going to draw lots first."

Then he called the person in the attic who was still arranging the scrolls, "Xinghe, let's go draw lots."

Not long after, a young man with silver hair and white clothes came out of the attic, and even seeing him would remind him of a handful of fine snow on the branches in winter, cold and clean.

"Little Sword Spirit, I haven't seen you for a long time." Lu Mingkong said with a smile.

Su Xinghe only nodded lightly, but did not speak.

He has always shown a lack of interest in things and things other than his master.

"Let's go, master." Su Xinghe turned his head and said to the gentle young man beside him.

Watching them leave, Lu Mingkong lowered his peach blossom eyes, and at the same time stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand, muttering, "It seems that I can only drink the Jiannanchun in the yard."

Sink in the water and go to the lottery.

The disciple in charge of lottery saw him and bowed to him, "Elder brother."

"I'll draw the lottery." Shen Zaishuiwen said.

The disciple shook the bamboo tube containing the sticks, and after messing up the wooden sticks inside, he submerged in the water and stretched out a hand to choose a stick from inside.

The serial number of his competition is "five".

The disciple who drew the lottery put the lottery into an empty bamboo tube, "Brother, please wait for a while, I want to see who the person with the same serial number as you is."

"I see." Shen Zaishuidao, then he quietly stood aside, waiting for the next lottery drawer.

"Friend Daoist Shen." The clear and indifferent voice like jade hitting a stone suddenly rang in my ears.

Shen Zaishui slightly raised his eyes, and saw standing in front of him was an indifferent young man in white clothes with a golden emblem embroidered on his shoulders with brocade thread.

Gu Yan's indifference is different from that of Rong Jing and Su Xinghe.Rong Jing's indifference is due to practicing the ruthless way, abandoning the desires in her heart, and living like a long-lasting snow on a high mountain; Su Xinghe is the first snow in winter, cold and indifferent, hesitant to many things and human beings, but to sinking in the water But it is gentle; Gu Yan's coldness is the biting cold wind in winter, making people unwilling to approach.

"Gu Daoyou." The moment Shen Zaishui recognized the person in front of him, he bowed to him.

After standing up straight, he asked again, "Which lottery did you draw?"

Gu Yan looked down at the lottery in his hand, and he showed it to Shen Zaishui, "Five."

Shen Zaishui smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I am also five. Fellow Daoist Gu, please give me your advice for tomorrow's competition."

Now when I was in the South Region, I said that I had the opportunity to learn from each other, but I didn't expect this opportunity to come so soon.

"En." Gu Yan's tone was still very light, but no one noticed that his brows were slightly opened, which was a unique expression when he was relaxed.

The others also picked their picks one after another and found their opponents.

The elder in charge of the competition explained the rules of the competition once.

"First, the one who falls first loses."

"Second, the competition ends as soon as possible, and no one is hurt."

"Third, don't play petty tricks. If you violate the above three points, you will be disqualified from the competition."

The next day.

The venue for the competition was circled on the square, and many disciples had already surrounded it.

On the high platform not far away, there are elders from various sects sitting.

As soon as the time came, the disciple who was in charge of recording on the competition platform lit a stick of incense and took out a pair of bamboo sticks from the bamboo tube.

"The first competition: Xuanyuezong Jiyue vs. Tianminzong Jiyun Pavilion."

……

"Fifth competition: Yunshui Zong Shen Zaishui vs. Ming Chen Zong Gu Yan."

Hearing his own name, Shen Zai Shui made a trick and flew onto the competition platform.

Opposite him, the young man with a cold face had already stood up.

Holding the Xinghe sword in his hand, he submerged in the water and bowed to Gu Yan, "Gu Daoyou."

Gu Yan returned a salute, "Friend Shen."

Seeing that the two sides were ready, the disciple of the competition platform hurriedly got off the stage after saying a word to begin.

Maybe knowing that the opponent is a rare and strong opponent, the Xinghe Sword trembled in Shen Zai sailor's heart.

"Gu Daoyou, please." The footsteps under Shen Shui's feet pulled away slightly, and made an inviting gesture to Gu Yan.

Looking at the gentle young man on the opposite side, Gu Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he flipped his right hand slightly behind him, calling out his spirit sword.

The spirit sword smelled the breath of other spirit swords, and also made a slight buzzing sound.

Then a huge barrier was drawn on the competition platform.

The people outside the barrier could only see Gu Yan raised his right hand slightly, turned his wrist, and the sharp edge of the spirit sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sword Qi screamed, with a surging momentum, heading straight for the sinking water.

The monks sitting on the high platform glanced at each other, "Which sect is this disciple?"

"It seems to be that arrogant Gu Yan of Ming Chenzong."

"Is it him? Is the apprentice of Sword Master Rong Jing fighting against him?"

"Yes."

"Let's take a look, and see how the chief disciple of the Yunshui Sect, who is praised by others, is beautiful, gentle and upright."

The voices they talked about were not low.

Lu Mingkong sat alone in a position, glanced at the speaker, took a sip from the wine glass with his hand, and then turned his gaze to the competition table below.

The moment Gu Yan struck with the sword energy in his hand, Shen Zaishui's footsteps moved slightly, his body leaned back, and dodged the sword.

Then he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his fingers, flipped his palm, and pulled a beautiful sword flower.

When the sword is raised, the blade of the Xinghe Sword glows with a cold light, and the snow-white sword energy cuts through the sky like a swimming dragon.

Shen Zaishui had learned the way of a gentleman's sword, and when the sword energy first came out, the sword was gentle, not as aggressive as Gu Yan's sword.After the sword qi came to the person, the originally gentle sword qi exploded, with icy coldness, breaking the posture of everything.

Seeing this, Gu Yan's expression froze, and soon, he returned to his indifferent expression.Holding the tactic, holding the sword, he resisted the move of sinking in the water.

"How about the disciple Rongjing Sword Master?"

"That's right, he's a good seedling who can practice swordsmanship."

"But what kind of kendo does he practice?"

"He studied under Sword Master Rong Jing, so he naturally learned the way of the ruthless sword."

"Doesn't Xi Wuqing of the sword look as cold as ice, cold and heartless? He really doesn't look like it."

"You have lived in vain all these years. Who said that those who practice ruthless swordsmanship must be like Sword Master Rong Jing? People who practice ruthless way let go of their emotions and six desires, and their hearts are cold. It can't be judged from the appearance alone. According to my opinion, sinking in the water and learning It is definitely not the way of ruthlessness. The sword energy of the ruthless sword way is extremely frightening, even if you first entered this way of sword force, it is extremely persecuting, but look at him, the sword energy is warm at the beginning, how can there be any compelling posture?"

"In your opinion, what kind of kendo can be learned by sinking in water?"

"can not tell."

"Isn't Fellow Daoist Lu here? Shen Zaishui is also his nephew, he must know."

"..."

on the test bench.

The Xinghe sword in his hand was still trembling slightly, and he couldn't wait to fight with the opposite spirit sword.

Shen Zaishui raised his hand, and unhurriedly swung his sword.

"Spring is warm."

I saw white sword energy surging out of the sharp sword, moving forward with surging sword intent, and heading towards Wei Yan through the air.

The sword energy submerged in the water became stronger, but Wei Yan hadn't noticed it yet, so when the sword energy came through the air, he held the sword and resisted it as before.

In the end, it only blocked a part, and he turned sideways to avoid the sword aura, but the remaining sword aura still scratched his cheeks and even cut off a strand of hair hanging from his forehead.

Gu Yan's eyes loosened, and after standing still, he looked at Shen Yushui with burning eyes, his fingers on the hilt of the long sword were slightly loose, and soon he clenched them again.

"Shen Daoyou, you are fine, but I'm sorry." After speaking, he took a step back, turned his right wrist, and swung his sword.The lingering and cold sword intent instantly covered every corner of the barrier, faintly suppressing and making people submit.

The strong sword energy even hit the barrier, which showed signs of breaking.

Shen Zaishui was temporarily suppressed by the strong sword intent, and staggered a step.

He raised his sword and tried his best to block it.

Gu Yan is really strong.

"Sinking in the water and being suppressed?"

"Gu Yan's sword is really good. He is only so old, but he already has such a strong sword intent."