The next morning, inside the house.

"Brothers, wake up!"

Du Bishu held a copper basin for washing his face in his left hand, and held a broom in his right hand to beat it hard. In order to make it more shocking, he also deliberately brought the copper basin with a mountain sound close to the ears of everyone who was sleeping.

Dang Dang Dang!

"Lao Liu, you are so annoying!" Wu Dayi turned over in dissatisfaction.

"Yes, Lao Liu, sleep a little longer!" Zheng Dali's actions were the same as above.

"You are a night owl, don't you sleep at night?" He Dazhi rubbed his sleepy eyes and couldn't help but want to lift up the quilt and cover his head.

"Hoo ho ho!"

Seeing how many people were snoozing, Du Bishu, who was full of energy, "compromised" and threw down the copper basin and broom, walked outside the door and shouted loudly.

"Master, Master, morning!"

Suddenly, the crowded house burst into noise.

Everyone in Dazhufeng, who still wanted to go back to sleep again, seemed to have just swallowed the awakening medicine. They jumped up from the bedding and rushed to the water basin and towels in the corner of the room with their hands and feet.

"Big brother, it's shameful to jump in line!"

"Second Senior Brother, the same goes for you!"

"Lao Wu, shut up! Master and the others are outside..."

It was so noisy that even the three big yellow beasts huddled in the corner and slept soundly barked in dissatisfaction, making the room very lively.

But in an instant, everyone realized something was wrong and looked at the open door.

There was no sign of the master or his wife there, only Du Bishu was leaning against the door frame, stroking his hands and laughing.

Deceived!

Everyone still didn't understand the truth, so they immediately rushed up and wanted to beat someone up.

"Brothers, the red list has been posted, and the martial arts competition will start in an hour. It's up to you!" Du Bishu didn't want to stay and suffer the consequences, so he turned around and ran out of the small courtyard.

Never look back!

Sure enough, this explanation works quite well.

Zheng Dali and Wu Dayi ran out of the house and looked around at the neighboring houses, only to find that their doors and windows were wide open and there was no movement inside.

"Wow, I overslept!"

The two shouted and ran to the water tank outside the courtyard at the same time, smearing water on their faces and rubbing them.

"Ah, it's all my fault that the sixth and junior brother came back too late!"

"Yes, yes, my junior brother doesn't seem to be awake yet. Do you want to call him..."

"You're stupid, he didn't compete today!"

The five people in Dazhufeng hurriedly washed and dressed. At the same time, they kept asking about the gambling items of Du Bishu, the sixth man, and even cursed him together that he would lose every time he gambled.

…

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

Du Bishu ran out of the cloister courtyard and ran to Yunhai Square before he stopped in peace.

In the huge Yunhai Square, eight huge wooden platforms have been erected, separated by more than ten feet from each other, and arranged in Bagua directions.

Qiannan, Kunbei, Lidong, Kanxi, Duitongeast, Zhendongeast, Xunxi southwest, Genxi northwest. This is the Xiantian Bagua!

Under the high platform with the word "Qian" in the front, a red list several people tall stood, on which the numbers and names of the disciples who participated in the competition were written in gold-inlaid letters the size of a bowl.

At this moment, there were a lot of people there, everyone was looking for their names, opponents and matches, and from time to time they let out exclamations or howls.

Needless to say, Gan Hao's disciples must have met a strong opponent and were honored to receive the treatment of "one round trip".

Just as Du Bishu was about to step forward to take a look at the fun, a familiar handsome figure flashed in front of his eyes.

Beside that man, there were seven or eight disciples from Feng Huifeng, who were walking to the high platform with the word "Qian" together, talking and laughing.

Yes, it was none other than Feng Huifeng Zeng Shushu.

If it were yesterday, he would have tried his best to avoid it, but now...

"Junior Brother Zeng, what a coincidence!"

Du Bishu took two quick steps and rushed to Zeng Shushu's side. He squeezed in and walked side by side with Zeng Shushu.

"Hey, is it Senior Brother Du?" Zeng Shu wrote with a hint of joy, stopped directly, and patted the other person's shoulder familiarly.

Not only that, he also made a gesture to the fellow apprentices around him, asking them to rush to the red list first.

When everyone walked away, Zeng Shushu looked in the direction where Du Bishu had come, and a hint of disappointment flashed through him.

"The Three-Eyed Monkey didn't come with you? Didn't its owner, Junior Brother Zhang Xiaofan, come too?"

As expected of a well-informed person, in less than a day, he found out clearly who the owner of Xiao Hui is.

"Junior brother Zeng, what is your birth number?" Du Bishu changed the topic directly and asked as he walked.

"Thirty-three, what about you?"

"Thirty-eight, our lottery numbers are quite close."

"Yeah, maybe we can meet in the fourth round." Zeng Shushu made some calculations and slapped the golden folding fan in his hand, "Haha, just kidding, it's just a question of whether I can get through the first round.

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I believe you as a ghost!

Du Bishu secretly slandered in his heart, and even couldn't resist the urge to expose it in person. To be more noble, this is called "pretending to be low-key"; but to put it more informally, it is clearly "pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger".

In the end, he endured it and started joking seriously.

"Haha, I bet that we will meet and fight each other in the quarter-finals! In order not to hurt the friendship and affect the ranking sprint later, how about you and I having a literary fight?"

Well, the quarterfinals?

What a unique name!

Zeng Shushu's heart trembled when he heard this, and he stopped immediately. He unexpectedly looked at Du Bishu beside him, and there was a faint flash of gold in his eyes.

Well, the Peeping Eye Technique can't even see through it!

On the surface of the opponent's body, there seemed to be some kind of weird mana fluctuation that prevented him from prying.

Although his expression seemed like he was joking, he had an intuition that what the other party said was most likely true, and that kind of deep-seated confidence could not be faked.

But shouldn’t the person with the highest cultivation level at Dazhu Peak be Tian Buyi’s first disciple Song Daren?

besides--

What does the other party mean by ‘literary struggle’?

Even though his mind was going over and over again, it didn't affect Zeng Shushu's playful expression, but he just danced the folding fan a little faster.

"Oh, what is 'literary fighting'?"

"Haha, how about throwing dice and betting on the big or small?" Seeing that the other party did not comment, Du Bishu quickly added, "Or guessing, the simplest rock-paper-scissors!"

Zeng Shushu immediately laughed: "Forget it about the dice, let my dad see it, and he will be angry to death. Let's just guess..."

Before they finished speaking, two strong winds rushed towards the back of their heads so quickly that they had no time to dodge.

Du Bishu, Zeng Shushu: "Ouch!"

Both of them covered the back of their heads, and even screamed out in pain.

"You two little monkeys, in a solemn and respectable martial arts competition, you two turned out to be incompatible with each other, which makes me angry!"

An elder in green robes with white beard and hair flashed out from behind the two of them, pointed at them with trembling fingers and roared, his long white beard also raised in anger.

Zeng Shushu immediately recognized the identity of the person who came. It was Elder Wang Shouyi who was in charge of refereeing the martial arts competition at Tongtian Peak.

"Ah? Elder Wang! We were just joking. We are both good at it, both in the first and second rounds."

"Yes, yes." Du Bishu's reaction was not slow either.

"Hmph, if you two really make it to the fourth round, my old man's last name will be written backwards!"

After that, the very angry old man put his hands behind his back and angrily walked towards the high platform with the word "Qian".

Zeng Shushu and Du Bishu couldn't help but look at each other. After a while, they walked towards the red list with suppressed laughter.

Writing it backwards...it's so funny, you won't suffer any loss if you co-write it!

In front of the red list, people crowded in one after another, and people left one after another to go to their respective competition stages. It was still noisy.

Seeing the two approaching, the Feng Huifeng disciple who had arrived under the high platform earlier took the initiative to open a gap and gave up his seat in front. The group of people were laughing and joking, and they were very familiar with each other.
Chapter completed!