True enlightenment against heaven: Starting from the proud smile

After breakfast, all the disciples of the Zhengyi Tianshi Mansion gathered in the courtyard outside the Tianshi Temple.

Two big matches.

First, the 36 outer disciples (35 plus Lu Yuan) competed, and then the six inner disciples competed.

Two Taishi chairs were placed at the north main entrance of the courtyard.

Old Tianshi Zhang Jingqing and an even older Taoist took their seats.

Then, six cushions were placed on the left side of the courtyard, which were seats for the inner disciples, and 36 cushions were placed on the right side of the courtyard, which were seats for the outer disciples.

Unlike the pre-Qin period, when the right was respected, this order is similar to the arrangement of statues in the temple.

In the crowd, Lu Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, asked Liu Haohao next to him, "Who is the Taoist next to Master? Why haven't I seen him on weekdays?"

"You mean Uncle Wen Zhong? He is our master's senior brother. He rarely shows up on weekdays, and there are special people to take care of him, but he will show up every year for the big competition." Liu Haohao explained in a low voice. Since entering the venue, he has begun to shrink his head and pretend to be good.

Lu Yuan nodded. There was no explanation for this in the comics.

After the old Taoist priest sat down in front of him, he looked around and frowned, "Zhang Zhiwei! Zhang Zhiwei?! Where are you?"

"Hey! Master, I'm here." In the corner of the courtyard in the distance, Zhang Zhiwei's Taoist robe was disheveled, and he was smiling flatteringly and raising his hand, "Master, it's the same if I watch from here, you see..."

"Evil creature!"

The old Taoist priest roared as usual, "Get over here!"

The old Taoist priest Wen Zhong laughed and showed his sparse teeth.

"Hey! Here I come, here I come!"

Zhang Zhiwei, who was sullen, didn't dare to talk back and moved to his seat reluctantly.

Just after sitting down for a while, his eyes, which were already narrowed, became even smaller. I don't know if he was meditating or sleeping.

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but look at him and announced the start of the competition on the spot!

The one-on-many match that Lu Yuan imagined did not happen.

The competition chose the lottery method.

Two people will play each time. If there are 36 people, there will be six rounds in total. There will be three rounds in which one person will be given a bye. After six rounds, the first place in the outer sect competition will be decided.

As for the people who draw lots, it is the old Tianshi and his senior brother.

Each of them draws one person to enter the competition. The winner advances and the loser is eliminated.

In the first game, Tian Jinzhong came forward with the lottery box.

Two names were drawn immediately.

Fang Dayou vs. Liu Haohao!

Lu Yuan noticed that when he heard his name, the fat senior brother next to him shuddered obviously.

Then he went on stage with a fat face.

The fists in the field ended, and two balls of golden light lit up and collided.

There was no pattern in Liu Haohao's moves, as if he was competing with the opponent for the strength of the golden light.

A minute later, he patted his butt and came down. Although he lost, he was full of energy, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Lu Yuan felt that it was a bit of a joke, so he approached and asked, "Brother Haohao, why did you collide so roughly just now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why didn't you fight and counterattack?"

"Didn't we counterattack?" Liu Haohao raised a hand, "My palm was clearly blocked by his mountain-carrying arm, and then..."

Lu Yuan leaned back slightly and stared at the other's fat face seriously.

"Hey, junior brother, didn't senior brother say that I only practiced one "Golden Light Mantra"?"

"But during morning exercise, senior brother clearly practiced Tianshi Fist."

"Tianshi Fist? Isn't it used for fitness? Can it also be used for actual combat?" Liu Haohao's fat face was puzzled.

After hearing this, Lu Yuan opened and closed his mouth, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the old Tianshi.

The other party didn't show any expression on his face, and made a few dry comments, and then started to draw the second group.

"No, Senior Brother, you are so... straightforward, how could Master..."

"Hehe, you want to say how he would accept me personally, right?" Liu Haohao pulled his pants under his buttocks, lowered his voice and said proudly: "I'll tell you secretly, the money for the renovation of the Tianshi Hall two years ago... was paid by my family."

Hiss~!

Lu Yuan clasped his fists again solemnly, "Senior Brother, scare me!"

"Hey! Keep it a secret, keep it a secret!"

Fortunately, the subsequent competitions were much more normal, at least the disassembly of the moves was similar, but it was to this extent, no wonder the inner door guys couldn't lift their spirits, Zhang Zhiwei's posture was still the same as when he sat down before, but Lu Yuan knew that he fell asleep.

The drowsy competition lasted for an unknown period of time.

Finally, Taoist Wen Zhong held a note in his hand and read out a name: "Lu Yuan!"

There was no noise in the field, nor was there the whispering and attention of other protagonists when they appeared on the stage, but there were only a group of lazy eyes watching the excitement.

Lu Yuan stood up, how could the promised inner door competition be so boring? So listless?

He decided to heat up the game.

Thinking in his heart, he had already arrived at the field, and the senior brother opposite him took his position amid the teasing of others.

"Junior brother, come! Let the senior brother take good care of you!"

The other party waved at him, as if he was playing with a child.

Lu Yuan thought about it, and it seemed that he had never shown his skills in front of others in the past six months.

"What are you thinking about, junior brother?" The other party clapped his hands, "Be focused when sparring! Come on!"

"Senior brother, don't you open the golden light?"

"Haha, no, come, see if you can force out my golden light!"

Lu Yuan smiled, "Then, senior brother, be careful."

After speaking, Lu Yuan took a step forward, and when he appeared again, he was already beside the other party.

It seemed that the wind blew up the corner of his clothes.

Plop!

The senior brother fainted on his back, and the smile of "encouragement" just now seemed to remain on his face.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and you could hear a needle dropping, leaving only the sound of the cold wind stirring the dead branches on the top of the tree.

Many people's inherent perceptions were shattered like glass at this moment.

When they looked at Lu Yuan again, they no longer looked at a child as before.

"Senior brother, Chengzheng! It seems that I failed to force out your golden light."

A light word made the blood of all the outer disciples surge.

What's the meaning?

ridicule? !

Still pretending? !

The atmosphere in the field suddenly lost the relaxation it had before.

Even the inner disciples were now in high spirits, no longer as casual and relaxed as before.

Without him, they couldn't see the speed just now.

"This time, Lu Yuan wins!"

The old Heavenly Master's voice sounded at this time, still as calm as before. He announced the result, but to many people's ears, it sounded like a formal introduction.

Slowly walk back to your original position.

On the way, all the outer disciples looked at him with unnatural expressions, some were shocked, some were dissatisfied, some were stunned, and some were confused.

Just like in a bad class, a dark horse suddenly appears in the monthly exam, and then the other person said in front of the whole class: I'm sorry, it's my fault, I passed the exam, I will remember to give up the comprehensive subjects next time score.

Of course, only one person reacted differently than the others.

Liu Haohao's eyes were shining at this moment. After Lu Yuan sat down, he immediately came to his side and said, "Junior brother, what you said just now is so touching, especially your tone. There is a touch of regret in the elegance, and there is a hint of regret in it. You’re expecting again, how on earth did you say it?”

"Senior Brother Haohao, I thought you would care more about my strength."

"Uh, should I care about this?"

Lu Yuan stared at the other party, "Actually, can you care about it?"

Liu Haohao suddenly scratched his head, "Then, how about I say it again?"

"Brother Haohao, we've had enough shocks today, let's continue watching the game!"

"Uh, that's fine."