Chapter 106: Young White-clothed Alcoholic, Let's Fight
As for the elders of Qingyun Sect, all of them remained silent at this time, while some of them looked at Xuan Jizi, waiting for his reaction.
He Hongnian held the sandalwood beads in both hands and frowned slightly: "Senior Brother Lei, between fellow sects, do we have to go to that step?"
"snort."
Lei Jiangheng had a cold face.
Xuan Jizi said at this moment: "According to what Junior Brother Lei said, however, Gu Yusheng still wants to represent the Qingyun Sect in the next competition."
"good!"
Lei Jiangheng's face showed color.
This time the Qingyun Sect has three candidates for the Holy Land. Among the top four are Chu Chen, Zhuang Qi, Zhu Die and Gu Yusheng.
Now that Gu Yusheng loses the qualification, Chu Chen will definitely get it, and the Four Swordsmen will also get one... This is also in Lei Jiangheng's interest.
This is also the result he wants.
Only Qixiufang also took advantage of it this time, which made Lei Jiangheng feel a little imperfect.
Yun Shang's voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist Lei, my disciple Zhu Die was defeated at the hands of a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. How can he be qualified to be elected to the Holy Land? After all, everything that happened just now was all because of me, Qixiu."
The disciples are not very strong. According to what I said, the Qingyun Sect competition does not necessarily involve determining who is first and who is second, so let’s leave it at that.”
Gu Yusheng looked at the Qixiu Fang senior who was walking towards him, and was a little shocked. How could a senior from the outer sect suddenly speak kindly to him?
When Lei Jiangheng heard this, he laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist Yun is right. Since your disciple is not qualified to recommend him to the Holy Land, then the elders of the Qingyun Sect will discuss who will receive this quota."
, it can’t be Gu Yusheng. As for the Qingyun Sect Grand Competition, it is a matter within my sect, so it’s better for Fellow Taoist Yun not to interfere.”
Yun Shang, who had always been cold and cold, actually showed a surprised smile on her face when she heard Lei Jiangheng's words. She walked in front of Lei Jiangheng, as if she didn't see this person anymore.
Yun Shang walked straight to Gu Yusheng and stopped. The young man's face became clearer in her eyes. There was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes. She raised her hand slightly, her misty eyes suddenly woke up, and put her hand down without any trace.
"I had some old friendship with your father back then. If you feel aggrieved in Qingyun Sect, you can come to Qixiufang. The wind there is not as cold as Qingping Mountain."
Lei Jiangheng sneered: "Why, fellow Taoist Yun wants to break the rules between sects? Why?"
Yun Shang frowned slightly, then suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Lei Jiangheng: "My cultivation level is higher than yours."
Lei Jiangheng's smile froze instantly.
Although he was ready to draw his sword and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, he was still extremely afraid of Yun Shang.
Gu Yusheng bowed at this time and said: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I have my own ambitions when I join Qingyun."
"That's fine."
Yun Shang passed by Gu Yusheng and glanced deeply at Lei Jiangheng with her cold eyes. She went to see the injured Zhu Die.
Lei Jiangheng jumped shamelessly before responding to Xuan Jizi's suggestion just now.
"Okay, just do as the head brother says."
Xuanjizi turned around and his eyes fell on Gu Yusheng.
He never had a good tone towards Gu Yusheng, nor did he have a kind face. He just said in a calm tone: "If you can win, even if you lose the qualification for the Holy Land selection, the sect will also be rewarded. If you lose, you will be rewarded."
Do things honestly and be a good person."
Gu Yusheng turned around silently and walked towards the ring step by step.
Xuanjizi stared at Gu Yusheng's leaving figure, motionless.
Lei Jiang Heng was like a winner at this moment, and he still did not forget to sarcastically say: "Senior brother, you want to let this boy go to the ring, just because you want to make the Qingyun Sect Grand Competition more respectable, but you have forgotten, Gu Bai Ranhei's long night, how could it be
Can a young man get out of this easily? As the leader, it is too idealistic for you to have such unrealistic ideas."
Xuanjizi walked forward silently, without looking at Lei Jiangheng, but said meaningfully: "The night will inevitably be dark and cold, if you keep moving forward, there will always be dawn. Junior Brother Lei, carrying the Heavenly Sword, can slash with one sword
Breaking through the dark night, but how far can your eyes see with that ray of light falling from the dark night? Don't make mistakes in the dark night."
Lei Jiangheng stood on the same spot.
After a while, he slowly closed his eyes and said to himself: It's too late, senior brother, I've been walking in the dark for too long, I don't want to go on like this anymore, don't blame me.
The clouds on the top of Qingping Mountain bloomed with a golden lotus Buddha shadow, looking down compassionately at the sentient beings practicing in the world of mortals.
The light that penetrated the Buddha's compassionate Dharma fell on the young man, who was walking towards the ring step by step.
The wind blew across Gu Yusheng's face, causing the ties on his bun to flutter slightly.
Step by step up the stairs to the arena.
Every step is silent, but it is imprinted in everyone's heart.
The moment Gu Yusheng stepped onto the ring, he was like a muddy boy walking through the shadows. He walked from spring breeze to autumn breeze, from green clothes to white clothes. The appearance of time engraved on his face has never been so clear.
He took off the wine gourd from his waist.
Lifting his head little by little under the light and shadow, the clear and transparent wine entered his throat like a thread.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect have never smelled the aroma of peach blossom wine, but they can also feel that it is definitely a pot of good wine.
The wine droplets splashing from the gourd mouth fell into the air, and the big and small beads were crystal clear.
The young man turned around.
At this moment, everyone could see his bright eyes and the youthful, frivolous and alcoholic look on his face.
suddenly.
A sword flew out of the gourd.
The gorgeous sword light seemed to have traveled through the darkness for countless years, and suddenly illuminated the earth from the dark night.
"Come and fight!"
The young man shouted loudly.
In an instant.
Countless sword shadows flew across the sky, hovering above the arena.
The strong wind stirred up fallen leaves.
Zhuang Qi came walking on thousands of dead leaves.
Qingxiao, the sword of inheritance on his back, made a clanking sound.
Zhuang Qi looked at Gu Yusheng in front of him.
Obviously a few days ago.
We once tried climbing the dangerous peaks of Qingping Mountain together.
The young man standing in front of him now.
But it's so strange.
Zhuang Qi took a deep breath.
He felt that the air was about to be compressed by countless dense sword shadows, making him unable to breathe.
He doesn't understand.
The young man stood so gracefully under the light and shadow.
Why is the sword intention mixed with endless sadness and throbbing at this moment?
He saw Gu Yusheng smiling.
But this bright day seems to be covered with dark clouds and heavy rain!
"Condensation!"
Zhuang Qi's left index finger and middle finger came together and gently stroked the Qingxiao Sword.
Only then did the trembling sword of inheritance come under his control again.
"I had every intention of killing you!"
Zhuang Qi controlled his energy with the sword, and the fingers that clenched the hilt of the sword turned slightly white. He raised his head and stared at the powerful sword shadow condensed above Gu Yusheng's head, with a chic smile on his face.
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The sword in Zhuang Qi's hand glowed brightly.
Stab towards Gu Yusheng's front.
The sword end of the Qingxiao Sword is swirling like a raging wind, and the powerful sword energy forms a sword force that is like wind destroying mountains.
The wind can bring spring.
A sword can work too!
That is the sword intention that Zhuang Qi realized!
When the sword was about to approach Gu Yusheng's throat.
The sky seemed to be dropping snowflakes one after another.
It sprinkled on Zhuang Qi's sword bit by bit, making a strange sound like silver dust splashing.
But in his eyes, when the snowflakes dissipated, he suddenly saw peach blossoms in full bloom overnight, a world full of fallen flowers, and the autumn wind had never been desolate.
Out of sight.
When the peach petals bloomed and withered, drops of blood splashed out.
Blood drops disperse like mist!
The arena looked like a pool, with a green lotus suddenly blooming.
Lines of sword light bloomed from the green lotus.
Suddenly, Zhuang Qi's world lost all color.
The sword that was held tightly could no longer move forward.
The wooden sword in Gu Yusheng's hand penetrated his heart.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Zhuang Qi's body leaned forward, and he tried his best to hit the ground with his sword to prevent himself from falling down in embarrassment.
In a daze, he heard the exclamations of the heads of the Four Swords Sect, the four elders, and many others.
Those sounds flew into his ears, and then flew away like the wind.
Only the sound of his own heartbeat was so real.
He felt that the door to hell was on the wooden sword in Gu Yusheng's hand, but he blocked the door to hell.
Wow!
Zhuang Qi spat out a mouthful of blood.
The ground was stained red.
He used his last strength to prevent blood from splattering on Gu Yusheng's white clothes.
He raised his head and stared at the victorious but expressionless Gu Yusheng with his pale eyes:
"Why?"
Gu Yusheng pulled out the wooden sword little by little and saw Zhuang Qi falling on the ring in a daze and powerlessness.
He did not answer Zhuang Qi's question.
Instead, he suddenly turned around and stared at the stunned Chu Chen in the distance, with the bloody wooden sword pointed at Chu Chen.
"It's your turn."
The autumn wind suddenly turns cold.
The wind blew over Gu Yusheng's face again. At this moment, there was no smile on his face anymore, and his face engraved by the sun looked particularly cold.
The appearances of all the living beings on the viewing platform had already become blurry in Gu Yusheng's eyes.
He cannot hear human voices.
Gaze to the end.
Only Chu Chen.
Chu Chen, who had been proud in Qingyun Sect for three years, took a step back at this moment. In panic, he tripped on something with his heel, staggered back again, collapsed on the ground, and gasped for air.
"Eunuch Yang."
Chu Chen swallowed hard. He didn't breathe for a while. He was obviously far away, but Gu Yusheng's eyes were like a sledgehammer, hitting his heart hard. He breathed.
All become difficult.
But Eunuch Yang, who had always been obedient to him, looked indifferent at this moment, stood upright, and said in a feminine voice: "Your Highness, when you are moving forward, too many people have made concessions for you. This time
, you can't retreat, go up, it's time to prove your worth, His Majesty has been watching you from the distant royal court."
Chu Chen, who was already sweating on his forehead, looked at the old eunuch beside him with a dull look on his face. The words "Your Majesty has been watching you from the distant royal court" made him feel chills down his back for a moment.
The chill instantly shot up from the soles of my feet to the sky.
As if he was born with fear of his father in his blood, he subconsciously stood up and looked around.
now.
Countless pairs of eyes were looking at Gu Yusheng along the tip of his sword.
despair.
Chu Chen's sweat dripped from his cheeks.
He looked at Lei Jiangheng.
However, the Master of Yunfeng, who had taught him for three years, was staring at the tip of Gu Yusheng's sword at this moment, obviously not recovering from the shock.
Chu Chen looked at Eunuch Yang beside him again.
I saw this old slave with a white face and no beard, his eyes were extremely deep at this moment, just like the shadow that stood respectfully beside his father countless times.
Eunuch Yang’s voice was as cold as ice:
"Your Highness, you have been sharpening your sword for three years, but now you don't even have the courage to step into the ring? That young man you have never paid attention to is now pointing a sword at you."