Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Xia Lang waited and waited with his fingers, and finally waited until the tenth day of September, the day when Ji Wuchen should leave the customs.

He had been waiting in front of the cave that Ji Wuchen was retreating for a long time, expecting Ji Wuchen to come out of it, and then smiled at him softly, and said, "How long has Alang been waiting for me?"

However, he waited from morning to night, but still did not wait for Ji Wuchen to come out.

The cave where Ji Wuchen retreated was restricted by him, and Xia Lang couldn't see what it was like inside.

Maybe it's because the master suddenly got some insights and wants to retreat for a few more days?Sharan thought.

He kicked the stones on the road in frustration, and returned to the Hall of the Supreme Purity: "Huh! Smelly Master! Words don't count!"

It was clearly agreed to for seven days!

When Master comes out, he must let him make it up to him!

"Forget it," Sharon thought, "I'll come back tomorrow."

The next day, Xia Lang still waited at the door early, from sunrise to sunset, but still did not wait for Ji Wuchen.

Sharon returned disappointed again.

On the third day, Xia Ran sat at the entrance of the cave for another day, but the entrance of the cave was still motionless.

Xia Ran squatted at the entrance of the cave with her knees hugged, curled up into a small ball.

He stood up and left in frustration, if he didn't know that there was no one in the cultivation world who could beat the master, and the Shangqing Palace was very quiet these days, he would have thought that something happened to the master!

On the fourth day, Xia Lang received a gorgeous Taoist robe from his disciples. As a master of the Shangqing Sect, his sword-giving ceremony could not be casual. The Taoist robe is also made of high-quality materials, so it feels uncomfortable It looked like everything, but Xia Lang didn't even look at it. After taking the clothes, he went straight to the entrance of the cave...

Tomorrow is his sword casting ceremony, the master promised to accompany him to go, and to give him the sword in person...

Master will not forget, right?

No, it's impossible.

Xia Lang didn't know why, but he firmly believed that Ji Wuchen could not break his promise casually, the only possibility was that something happened to Ji Wuchen.

He was startled by this guess, and when he was about to forcefully rush in, he suddenly heard a sound from a distance, as if someone was coming.

He hastily dodged and hid behind the rocks beside the cave, his heart pounding.

There were two people who came, the Great Elder and Fairy Ziyue, both of them looked serious.

The Great Elder didn't see Ji Wuchen's figure for a few days in a row, and Ji Wuchen didn't reply to the message. He was a little worried, and rushed to Ji Wuchen's retreat with Ziyue Fairy who could sense the sun and moon jade pendant. The cave was also blocked by the restriction imposed by Ji Wuchen.

"How come..." the Great Elder stood still anxiously.

Fairy Ziyue also had a bit of worry in her eyes: "I can't sense the jade pendant anymore, I don't know if Master Ji is successful or not."

"It should be successful," said the elder, "There is no change in the forbidden area, which means that the monster has not yet broken free from the shackles of Wuchen's sword. Maybe Wuchen got stuck in something, or he was injured and was adjusting his breath. Now we outsiders There is no way to get in, so we can only wait."

Fairy Ziyue tried again for the last time, but she still died without a problem: "That's the only way to go."

"Today is the Sword Forging Ceremony, and tomorrow is the once-in-a-century martial arts tournament." The Great Elder just felt overwhelmed: "Ziyue, Wuchen may not be able to appear for a while now, can you host it for him?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on Ziyue's face: "This...is not reasonable." How can there be a reason for the ceremony of the Shangqing sect to be presided over by expatriates?

"For others, it may be." The Great Elder stroked his beard, smiled at Ziyue and said, "But for you, they probably don't have any opinions. It is reasonable for the head of the sect to retreat and the head's wife to preside over it."

"Great elder," Ziyue blushed, but did not refuse: "What are you talking about!"

"What's the matter..." The Great Elder led Ziyue away: "Who doesn't know that Wu Chen has liked you for a long time... It's just that this kid has a thin skin..."

Xia Ran waited until their figures were gone before slowly walking out from behind the stone.

On the second day, except for the disciples who needed to participate in the martial arts competition, the rest of the disciples of the Shangqing School gathered together, and the sword casting ceremony officially began, but people were surprised to find that the one standing in the first place was not the one from the Shangqing School who was famous for his indifference. Ji Wuchen, the head of the house, is Ziyue Fairy from Ziyue Pavilion.

Everyone began to discuss in low voices, and the Great Elder quickly came out with a smile to smooth things over: "Wuchen just encountered a breakthrough opportunity, and he is retreating to make a breakthrough. Before the retreat, he entrusted Fairy Ziyue to preside over it. How supportive everyone is."

Everyone suddenly realized that this meant that the relationship between Ziyue and Ji Wuchen was extraordinary, and after a tacit exchange of glances, a consensus was reached.

The Sword Forging Ceremony officially began, and the disciples of the Shangqing Sect were sweating profusely in their positions to forge their own sabers. There were countless forging furnaces for a while, and the scene was hot.

After the sword casting is completed, the disciples of the Shangqing School will show their swords to the master one by one, and then give them names one by one.

Fairy Ziyue was worried about Ji Wuchen, and her expression remained calm throughout the sword-making ceremony. After the disciple presented the sword respectfully, she only praised a few business-like words, and then bestowed a well-regulated name.

"The last one, the head disciple of the Shangqing Sect--Xia Lang!" The person who read the name also knew that it was the name of the senior brother of the head, and his voice was a little muddled.

Fairy Ziyue's originally indifferent eyes suddenly lit up a little, looking at the disciple who was walking towards her step by step with his sword raised above his head, bowing his head, wearing the Taoist uniform of the Shangqing School.

The disciple walked up to her and bowed respectfully. Ziyue took the sword with a faint smile in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Raise your head." Ziyue said.

The disciple didn't seem to hear it, his head was still bowed respectfully.

"I tell you to raise your head!" Ziyue snapped, her voice already tinged with coldness.

The disciple had no choice but to raise his head, a fairly handsome face came into Ziyue's eyes, but his mouth seemed to have been cast with a curse, and when he opened and closed, he couldn't make a sound.

"Xia..." Ziyue said, "...who are you? Not Xia Lang!"

There was a hint of pleading in the disciple's eyes, and he didn't know what to say in his mouth.

Ziyue's eyes changed slightly, but in the end she continued the ceremony with her usual expression.

The Sword Forging Ceremony was successfully concluded. Except for the fact that Master Ji did not show up, which was a fly in the ointment, everything went very smoothly. People also saw the luxurious style of the No. [-] sect in the cultivation world, and they looked forward to the next day's martial arts tournament even more.

The next day, the martial arts tournament officially started. The Great Elder and Ziyue sat side by side in the second seat, the first seat was empty, and Xia Lang sat in the lower seat of Ziyue.

Ziyue glanced at the calm-looking Xia Lang, and heard through voice transmission: "That person yesterday wasn't you, right?"

Xia Lang looked straight ahead and replied calmly, "I just want Master to grant me the sword."

Fairy Ziyue sighed and laughed: "You boy, did you hear our conversation yesterday? Do you want to enter Qingling Pond?"

The person who gave her the sword yesterday was none other than Meng Yu. Meng Yu has his own sword, and it is impossible for him to be recognized by the sword in the Qingling Lake, so there is only one possibility...

Sharon smiled, didn't say yes, and didn't say no.

Meng Yu sat at the head of the great elder, holding a sword in his hand, a little nervous.

The Great Elder asked: "Meng Yu, are you confident?"

"Yes." Meng Yu tightly clenched the saber in his hand.

He has inquired about all the disciples of the various sects who participated this time, and there is no one with a higher cultivation base than him, he... is sure.

Not only he thinks this way, most people think so, the Shangqing faction will definitely win the leader.

Including Xia Lang, he also thinks so. After all, he knows Meng Yu's strength best. Although he can't beat him, he can be regarded as the No.1 contemporary disciple.

It's just that this expectation was broken.

Meng Yu went all the way to the final as expected, but——

Meng Yu was in mid-air, gushing out a mouthful of blood, fell heavily on the ring, and didn't get up for a long time.

The person who defeated him was hanging in the air with a smile on his face. He defeated the number one seed in the martial arts competition, the first disciple of the outer sect of the Shangqing Sect, but that person still looked very relaxed.

"Brother Meng, I have accepted."

Meng Yu fell on the ring and didn't wake up for a long time. The elder had no choice but to ask other disciples to help him up, set him up and carried him off the ring.

Life and death are not considered in the martial arts competition, even if it is the Shangqing faction, they can't say anything, and the opponent is not an unknown junior - it is the most beloved seventh prince of King Dongling!

A murmur of discussion erupted from the crowd, no one thought that the disciples of the Shangqing sect were defeated, or defeated by mortals.

And judging from the appearance of the contest just now, the seventh prince seems to have won easily.

The Great Elder's expression was very ugly, but Ziyue Fairy's expression was gradually dignified.

The Seventh Prince's technique seems to be a bit out of place...

How Meng Yu lost just now, she didn't even see clearly.

But Dongling Wanggui is a mortal royal family, and he can be regarded as a distinguished guest of the Shangqing Sect. Before there is sufficient evidence, the Great Elder can't say anything, and can only admit that he is unlucky.

And the Seventh Prince's performance in the previous competition was quite satisfactory. A sword made him feel like a ghost. Even Fairy Ziyue had to admit that the Seventh Prince was indeed capable.

Fairy Ziyue and the Great Elder exchanged a tacit look, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Up to now, it can only be announced that the Seventh Prince has won the title...

Meng Yu had already lost, but the people on the first seat did not announce the winner for a long time. The crowd gradually fell into a commotion. The Great Elder couldn't hold back anymore. He could only stand up and prepare to announce, but was interrupted by Xia Lang .

"Elder, wait a minute."

The Great Elder suddenly turned his head, frowned and said, "What are you doing, kid?" His tone was a little bit bad, but there was a trace of rejoicing in his annoyance.

The bad thing is that the Shangqing faction lost, and it was very embarrassing. Fortunately, the seventh prince's skills are a bit evil, Meng Yu's injury is still unknown, and the elder can only rejoice that it was not Xia Lang who was injured.

After all, Xia Lang is the hope of the next generation of their Shangqing faction.

"Great Elder," Xia Lang also stood up, looking at the Seventh Prince standing in the middle of the ring with a sword behind his back, and said with a relaxed expression and a hint of disdain: "I heard that there is a special rule in the martial arts competition? Can be challenged?"