As the sun set, most of the Taishan sect dragged their exhausted bodies back to their residences, and Du Wan was no exception. He practiced Cuju all day today, and his body was not very tired, but his hands were in pain from the shock of the ball.
, even applying ointment could not completely eliminate the pain.
"Oh, it's not easy to make money." Du Wan cursed in his heart. If it weren't for money, he wouldn't join the Fire Dragon Team and play those boring games.
Just when he was thinking this, a person suddenly appeared on the roadside. This person stopped in front of him, with a smile on his face. He looked at the person intently, recognized the other person's identity at a glance, and blurted out:
"Palace Master Xia, why are you here?"
"I was going to your house to look for you. I saw you passing by here, so I stopped you. This saved you a long journey." The man known as Hall Master Xia said with a smile. His surname was Xia.
His name is Bafeng, and he is nicknamed "Wuying Linghu" by others. He is the master of the Chuanxin Hall and is responsible for the correspondence between the Taishan Sect. He and Du Wan do not have a deep friendship, but they belong to the same sect, so they got mixed up after all.
A familiar face.
"Why is Hall Master Xia looking for me?" Du Wan asked unexpectedly.
"The thing is like this, in a few days there will be a mid-year event. There will be a Cuju competition at the event. I form a team to participate in this competition every year, and this time is no exception. I know you are in the sixth heaven now.
Realm, cultivation level is advanced, so I came here to invite you. I hope you can join the 'Spirit Fox Team' I formed. I also hope you will give me a favor and consider it. I heard that you are a little tight recently. If you can help me with this
If you are busy, I will definitely not treat you badly afterwards." Xia Bafeng cupped his hands and said with a smile.
"So you came to me for this kind of thing. I was wondering why when the mid-year event came, I suddenly became popular. Everyone came to me to join the Cuju team." Du Wan said with a bitter smile.
"Is it possible that someone has already come here to invite you before me?" Xia Bafeng guessed as his smile froze.
"Isn't that right? In the past two days, the leader of the Che Hall of the Blacksmithing Hall came to invite me again and again, but I didn't agree. Later, Zhao Zheng came to invite me again. I couldn't resist the warm invitation, so I just agreed and joined the formation of the Che Hall.
The Fire Dragon Team. Look at my hands, they are still red." Du Wan raised his hands and showed his palms to the other party. His palms were still a little red and swollen, and there was a layer of oily plaster on them.
When Xia Bafeng heard Zhao Zheng's name, his pupils suddenly shrank and turned into two pinpricks of cold light. He frowned and asked, "Zhao Zheng came to find you?"
"That's right, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have joined the Fire Dragon Team. Now that I've made my promise, I can't go back on my word halfway. You'd better hire Gao Ming."
"The Zhao Zheng you are talking about should be the Zhao Zheng holding the Zichu Sword, right?"
"Who else could be there besides him?"
Xia Bafeng took a deep breath. A trace of vague resentment flashed across his face, and he nodded and said: "Okay. In this case, I won't force others to do anything, and say goodbye." After saying that, he walked away as if he was holding back.
Full of anger.
Du Wan was a little confused, thinking that Xia Bafeng was angry for no reason, which was a bit excessive. He snorted and walked to his home with some displeasure. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, and then he figured it out
Understand the reason why Xia Bafeng is angry.
"How could I forget this? This Hall Master Xia seems to have some friendship with Wang Meng, who was defeated by Zhao Zheng a few days ago. No wonder he felt like he was stepped on when I mentioned Zhao Zheng." Du Wan suddenly realized.
, thought secretly.
…
Chaoyangju, inside the house.
A Bao was eating bamboo. He sat down next to the wall, leaning against the wall. He grabbed the green bamboo with his claws covered with black hair and gnawed it loudly. On his neck, there was a ring of finger-thick sticks tied around his neck.
The iron chain is somewhat heavy, but it does not hinder its eating action at all. If you look carefully, you will find that there are many scratches of varying degrees on the iron chain, and these scratches were all left by A Bao. This one
The iron chain was originally used to trap it, but now it has become a toy for sharpening its claws.
Zhao Zheng was squatting aside, smiling and watching Ah Bao eat, and occasionally reaching out to touch him. Even if he was touched or caressed, Ah Bao still immersed himself in eating bamboo and ignored others, his eyes full of innocence.
His dull look is very lovable.
Just at the juncture when the master and his pet were getting along well, someone knocked on the door of Chaoyangju.
Tu Zi, who happened to be practicing martial arts in the courtyard, put down the heavy stone lock in his hand, ran over and opened the courtyard door. He looked at the person up and down, asked a few questions, and then ushered him in.
When Zhao Zheng heard the noise, he placed the few remaining bamboos in front of A Bao, wiped the water drops on his hands, stood up and walked outside the house to check what was going on. When he walked outside, the visitor happened to walk into the courtyard, and the two of them
They happened to meet each other.
I saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man, with a lean build, red hair, a thunderous mouth, pointed ears, and a face that looked like a fox.
Zhao Zheng recognized this person at a glance as Wuying Linghu, the leader of the Chuanxin Hall. Xia Bafeng's heart moved slightly, and his face also changed slightly. He had been in the Taishan Sect for some time, and he was very familiar with the people in the Taishan Sect.
They all had a certain understanding, and knew that Xia Bafeng had a friendship with Wang Meng, who died not long ago, and the friendship was not shallow. The two of them came from the same school and studied together for many years. The relationship between senior brothers is not much different from the relationship between biological brothers.
.
It was Zhao Zheng who directly killed Wang Meng. As Wang Meng's friend, Xia Bafeng must have hated him deeply, and nothing good would happen if he came this time.
The two of them stood face to face, with everything on their faces and nothing hidden.
"As the saying goes, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. Hall Master Xia must have something to do when you come here this time." Zhao Zheng said calmly.
"I heard that you joined the Fire Dragon Team formed by Hall Master Che, and you are still helping the Fire Dragon Team recruit people. Is this true?" Xia Bafeng asked without answering.
"What if this happens, and what if it doesn't happen?"
"If this is the case, I would like to take the opportunity to make a bet with you to add a little more excitement to the Cuju competition at the mid-year event. I am not talented, so I also joined in the fun and formed a Cuju team, named Linghu Team.
Lead the team to participate in the Cuju competition at the mid-year event. My Linghu team will definitely meet your Fire Dragon team and compete in Ju City. I want to use this Cuju competition as a bet. You and I each bet on it.
A lottery. Let’s compete. Do you have the courage?” Xia Bafeng asked provocatively.
"Let's not talk about whether we agree to this bet or not. I would like to hear what the winnings you want are first. Since you came here specifically to find me, I'm afraid you have already thought about the winnings."
"I have indeed thought about it. If your Fire Dragon team loses to my Spirit Fox team, I want you to respectfully kowtow three times in front of Wang Meng's grave! If my Spirit Fox team loses, the lottery
You can ask for whatever you want. Even if you want my position as the leader of the hall or an arm or a leg, I will take it all." Xia Bafeng narrowed his eyes slightly, slowed down his speech, and said fiercely.
Zhao Zheng expected it to be true. Xia Bafeng was really looking for trouble and wanted to use the Cuju competition as an opportunity to stumble him. He could have laughed off this vengeful provocation, but he suddenly thought of Xia Bafeng.
The thing he owns is of great use to him. He can just take this opportunity to make it his own.
"It seems that you want to avenge Wang Meng. That's why you came to me." He raised his eyelids and looked at Xia Bafeng opposite him.
"Revenge is out of the question. After all, there are sect rules. I don't have the guts to commit a foul. I just want to vent my anger for my dead brother. No matter what he did was right or wrong, he died because of you after all.
"It's not that much to ask you to kowtow three times in front of his grave." Xia Bafeng said leisurely with a cold face.
"It is impossible for me to kowtow to a person like Wang Meng. There is no one else to blame for his death. If he is to blame, he can only blame himself."
"Wait a minute, I'm not here today to argue with you about Wang Meng's rights or wrongs. Whether he's right or wrong, he's already been dealt with by the faction's rules. It's meaningless to talk about this. I'm here just to talk to you.
You make a bet, that's all. If you have the guts, just agree to the bet. If you don't have the guts, I'll turn around and leave.
Don't force it. I am a person who abides by the rules of the sect. If you don't agree, I will never cause you any trouble again, so you can rest assured." Xia Bafeng said it lightly, but in fact he pushed Zhao Zheng into a dead end.
.Martial men value face most and take courage very seriously. If you do something cowardly, it will be very embarrassing if it gets spread.
"It's hard to refuse Hall Master Xia's kindness, so I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obey your orders. I will accept the bet you proposed!" Zhao Zheng said with confidence.
"Okay, be quick. A gentleman's word is a whip. If you accept it, you won't be able to regret it." Xia Bafeng said quickly.
"Of course, if you say it out loud, there is no reason to go back on your words. Now that I have agreed, it's time to talk about your prize. The prize I gave out is very heavy, and you have to take it too.
Only if the corresponding lottery results are given."
"As I said just now, you can mention the lottery at will, even if you ask for my position as the hall leader, it doesn't matter."
"I'm not interested in your position as hall leader, and I don't want to cause any trouble. I just want to be a leisurely elder."
"Then what jackpot do you want?"
"I want your home," Zhao Zheng paused, then added, "your 'Guyaju'. If my Fire Dragon team can beat your Linghu team in the competition, you can give it to me."
Guyaju 'lend it to me for a month, and I will return it to you after one month."
Xia Bafeng rolled his eyes, thought about this matter, and asked with some disbelief: "Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple. I've taken a liking to your ancient cliff residence and have long wanted to live there."
"Okay, then I'll do as you say. I'll pledge my Ancient Cliff Residence. If the Fire Dragon Team can win, let alone a month, the Ancient Cliff Residence can be completely given to you. You can stay here as long as you want."
"Then it's settled." Zhao Zheng said firmly.
…
After leaving Chaoyangju, Xia Bafeng felt very frustrated. Although he came to Zhao Zheng to make a bet and tried to vent his anger for Wang Meng's death, the fact was that he was not sure of victory. He had led a team to follow the car Dali several times before.
When the Cuju teams competed, both sides had their own victories and defeats. Relatively speaking, the team he led won more times, but only one or two more times. They did not win every time.
With the help of good players like Zhao Zheng and Du Wan, the Fire Dragon Team is slightly better than Che Dali's previous team. It is not easy to win against this team.
Fortunately, the lottery that Zhao Zheng asked for was not something extraordinary, it was just an ancient residence on the cliff. This ancient residence was assigned to Xia Bafeng by the Taishan Sect and was reserved for him to live in. This ancient residence
It has been some years ago. It is said that Taoist Heguan used to live in this ancient residence.
Yes. Although this ancient residence has a rich history and a special geographical location, it has been in disrepair and is dilapidated. It is not a great place. Even if he loses to Zhao Zheng, Xia Bafeng will not feel too distressed, so he will not feel too bad about this bet.
There is nothing to worry about, you can just give it a try.
"How can you give me a better chance of winning? If I can win this game and let Zhao Zheng kowtow a few times for Wang Meng, Wang Meng's soul in heaven should rest in peace." Xia Bafeng thought about this and frowned.
Thinking of a good strategy. After thinking for a while, he actually came up with two people. If he could get help from these two people, he would have a better chance of winning.
The two people he thought of, one was Mozhu Tian. Du Wan, and the other was the referee on the day of the match.
…
Amid great expectations, the Taishan Sect finally ushered in its semi-annual celebration. The entire sect was decorated with lights and colors, looking very happy, and the faces of the disciples were all filled with smiles. On this day, the sect held internal meetings
There are many celebrations, and sumptuous and delicious wine and food are served to everyone. The excitement is no less exciting than the Chinese New Year.
The grand meeting had already started in the morning. Head Jintai wore a joyful robe, gathered together the hall masters, elders and some outstanding disciples, and gave a speech in public. The speech was all-encompassing, involving a summary of the past and the future.
development, as well as matters related to the Three Sword Sect. After his speech, Jin Tai led others to conduct ancestor worship activities, worshiping Heguan Taoist and the ancestors of the Taishan Sect.
After the ancestor worship is over, it is time for the semi-annual disciple competition, allowing the disciples to take the stage to compete and show their progress in the past six months. This is a lively session. Onlookers gather around the ring, some sitting in the stands, and some can only
Stand and watch.
There is no list of names prepared for this disciple competition. As long as any disciple is unconvinced, anyone can appear on the stage. If they perform well, they may receive rewards from the sect. The disciples are young and energetic, and as soon as the arena begins, someone rushes to the stage. First,
I practiced swordsmanship in public, and then called others to come up to the stage. Soon other disciples accepted the challenge and jumped on the stage to fight with the first person. The fight was really beautiful.
The first three games were not good. The disciples who jumped on the stage in front were usually mediocre disciples with cultivation levels of only around the second to third heaven level. They were not very good at it. They also knew in their hearts that as the time went by, the disciples who took the stage would become more skilled.
The higher the score, so it is better to go on stage early and pick some soft persimmons, which will give you a better chance of winning.
The sun above the head moves slowly. As time goes by, the disciples on the stage rotate one after another like a marquee. The cultivation level of the disciples on the stage is gradually getting higher. Anyone who jumps on it will have the cultivation level of the fourth to fifth heaven.
Suddenly, another figure flashed and stepped onto the ring. Judging from the speed of his movements, he was far faster than everyone else just now. This person was a very young disciple. He was alone, with a proud look on his face, and a hand in his hand.
He is wearing a sword with a gleaming blue light, which looks like something ordinary at first glance.
Everyone took a closer look and found that the person on stage was none other than Kuai Jian. Xin Ling, the leader among the younger disciples of the Taishan Sect! According to legend, Xin Ling had been practicing hard every day since he lost in the Zichu Sword competition.
The speed of progress is faster than before
Many, in the past few days, have broken through the bottleneck, reached the sixth heaven realm, and begun to study the Canglong Sword Technique, which is higher than the Cangsong Sword Technique. Many elders in the sect have high hopes for him, and Huichun Hall also provides him with
He bought a lot of elixirs and tried his best to help him practice.
After so many days, Xin Ling has changed a lot from before. This change is not only in strength, but also in appearance. He is much darker than before, with a few more scars on his body, and his whole person looks...
He is more mature and domineering, making people dare not underestimate him.
When they saw that the new opponent was Kuai Jian.
After the two were polite, they started fighting in front of everyone. In just a few rounds, Xin Ling defeated the opponent without any surprise and placed his sword on the opponent's neck.
The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. The losing disciple smiled bitterly and left the stage angrily, leaving Xin Ling standing alone on the stage.
Xin Ling held a green sword and looked down upon the audience, but after waiting for a long time, no new disciples came up to challenge him. This arena was specially prepared for the disciples. Even though the hall masters and elders were stronger than Xin Ling,
We couldn't go on stage to compete. No one came up for a long time, which made the competition suddenly become cold.
Since there is no one on the field, Xin Ling can only be judged as the final winner, but just before the verdict is announced, Xin Ling suddenly turns his eyes to the stands and shouts from a distance: "Elder Zhao. A few months ago,
You and I gathered on the Zichu Sword Arena, but we had no chance to meet.
I have always deeply regretted this. After many days, the Taishan faction set up another arena and gave me a new opportunity. I wonder if you can make up for my previous regrets and condescend to come down and compete with me.
Let me know the gap between myself and the owner of Zichu Sword."
As soon as this statement came out, it caused a small uproar in the surrounding area, because in this arena competition, disciples were prohibited from challenging others, and Xin Ling's behavior was deviant. Xin Ling's master immediately stood up
He scolded Xin Ling in person, saying that Xin Ling was fooling around, and asked the apprentice who had taken the courage of a leopard to apologize to the master.
Zhao Zheng was sitting in the stands as an elder. After hearing Xin Ling's provocation, he raised his eyebrows slightly. As a party involved, he had to say a few words regardless of whether the matter was legal or not. He slowly
He stood up and looked at Jin Tai who was sitting at the highest point of the stand. He asked loudly: "Master, if I go down to challenge now, is it in compliance with the rules?"
"This arena is set up for the disciples. The original intention is to test whether the disciples have been lazy in the past six months. As an elder, of course you cannot go on the stage to compete. However, according to the character of this kid Xin Ling, even if you don't
If you accept the challenge, he will still challenge you in the future. Since you have to compete anyway, you might as well take this opportunity to step down and compete with Xin Ling. The competition between the two of you will be extremely exciting, just to add some joy to today's event." Jin Tai.
Allowed.
Now that the leader has said so, Zhao Zheng has no choice but to step down. He has not had a serious fight with anyone for many days, and he is really itchy. Xin Ling has just reached the sixth level of heaven, so he is a suitable opponent.
Zhao Zheng nodded, took the leader's order, walked slowly down the stand from one side, and then jumped into the air with a slight jump. When he was still half a foot away from the ring, he used Luo Yanbu Zhong.
With the Qing Gong movement, he exerted force a second time in the air, rotated his body, tapped his right foot on the top of his left foot, raised his body again, and landed on the ring, standing firmly. This beautiful Qing Gong movement immediately brought
Hearing loud cheers from around him, he won the jackpot.
"Xin Ling, long time no see. Although I have been with Taishan Sect for a while, this is the first time I have met you face to face." Zhao Zheng greeted with cupped fists.
"I have been practicing hard these days. If today is not the mid-year event, I must still be practicing. The last time I participated in the Zichu Sword Competition, although I didn't get anything, I learned about the relationship between myself and those young heroes.
The huge gap, this greatly stimulated me, but it was also another gain." Xin Ling stared and said, holding the sword three points tighter as he spoke, looking extremely unwilling.
"It's a good thing to stimulate fighting spirit. This kind of reward is far greater than getting a sword. I should say congratulations to you."
"After a lot of hard work, I am much stronger than before. Now I really want to know whether the hard work over the past few days has helped me get closer to young heroes like you."
"It's right for young people to be a little competitive, but the person a person really wants to defeat is himself, not others. There are so many amazing and talented people in the world, and you can't win them all. As long as
Just make progress every day.”
"I don't have to win everyone, as long as I can win you." Xin Ling's eyes flashed, and he held up a sword with a flash of cold light, and showed a polite starting gesture.
"You are eager to win against me, and the people next to you are also eager to watch the excitement. In this case, I will not waste time." Zhao Zheng pulled out the Zichu sword, also held a similar sword flower, and showed a similar start.
Hand gesture, "Please come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Ling suddenly attacked, without any politeness at all. He used the Canglong Sword Technique that he had just learned at the second level. Even if he had just learned the second level of this sword art, it was more powerful than the Cangsong Sword Technique.
It is powerful. He is the best at using fast swords, and coupled with the powerful swordsmanship such as Canglong Sword Technique, it is like adding wings to a tiger, and his strength suddenly increases. I can see that he is walking like a dragon and a tiger at his feet, and he rushes there in just two steps.
Zhao Zheng stepped forward and used the Raptor to go out to sea. The sword tip was from the bottom right to the top, attacking Zhao Zheng's chest. A sharp sword energy emerged from the periphery of the sword. Although it did not have the shape of a dragon, it also triggered the sound of a dragon roar, which was extremely powerful.
big.
Zhao was waiting for work, waiting quietly for Xin Ling to attack. Faced with the fierce offensive, he unexpectedly faced it with his sword, displaying the Maha Sword Technique, which was a combination of several sword techniques. He knew very well that once he escaped,
Starting Xin Ling's offensive will allow Xin Ling to take the upper hand and use the subsequent sword moves in one go. In this case, the situation will be passive, so Xin Ling's energy must be dampened from the beginning, and a series of quick sword moves must be defeated.
The sword was forced and strangled in the belly.
Zichu's sword trembled slightly to the left and right twice, and two sword auras were cut out, one on the left and one on the right. The two sword auras were like clamps. He opened his bow from left to right and clamped towards Xin Ling's green sword. The two sword auras hit it right on top.
There was a crisp sound, shattering the dragon's roaring sword energy, and curbing the approaching speed of the green light sword. The tip of the Zichu sword continued to move forward, piercing the sword grid of the green light sword, and the remaining power of the opponent was also
Withstood.
Zhao Zheng flicked his wrist, and the power was transmitted from the palm to the sword, causing the sword to shake like a snake, and struck hard on the back of the Qingmang Sword. This force was so heavy that Xin Ling's whole body was shaken to one side.
After a moment, the sword in his hand was almost knocked off. Zhao Zheng took advantage of the victory to pursue and used a fast sword
, use the fast sword to attack Xin Ling, who is good at using the fast sword. People who use the fast sword often neglect defense and rarely practice defensive moves. The fast sword is both their strength and their weakness. Zhao Zheng
Seizing Xin Ling's shortcomings and prescribing the right medicine, he immediately caught Xin Ling off guard.
The Maha Sword Technique has absorbed many middle-grade and even high-grade sword techniques, and its power is no less powerful than the Canglong Sword Technique. Xin Ling was forced to use a series of crazy and explosive moves.
The only way to fight back is to retreat blindly.
The more Zhao Zheng fought, the smoother he became. He used the sword moves as if they were flowing smoothly, one move after another, the moves were connected smoothly, and each change of moves was extremely subtle, specializing in the areas that Xin Ling must save. In an instant, the arena became full of brilliance.
, all of them were the three-color sword energy he thrust out, including white, gold, and a hint of green. The sword energy of different colors formed a huge light group with the force of swallowing up mountains and rivers, swallowing Xin Ling.
Xin Ling gritted his teeth and persisted, dancing the sword in his hand to make it airtight, guarding the door tightly, but had no power to fight back. He tried to fight back several times, but was forced back by Zhao Zheng's fierce offensive. He gradually fell into
Being passive, the situation became worse and worse. I felt that all around me were Zhao Zheng’s figures and sword shadows.
, it was Zhao Zheng before and after, and there was no way out. If he continued to fight like this, it would only be a matter of time before he lost. He had been practicing hard for so long, but in the end he was still no match for Zhao Zheng. He couldn't help but feel sad.
, hid a little slower, and saw Zi Chu's sword stabbing his neck.
Zhao Zheng had a sense of proportion and saw that the overall situation had been decided. At the critical moment, he withdrew the Zichu sword, retreated, jumped out of the circle, clasped his fists and said, "I'm offended."
Xin Lingyu's shock was still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the various shadows around him gradually dissipate. He returned the gift to Zhao Zheng and said gloomily: "No wonder you were able to win in the Zichu sword competition ring."
The leader is indeed a lot better than me. I have been practicing hard for so long, but I am still no match for you." (To be continued)
