After Shang Xun gave the book to Tong Yan, he went out.
After a long time, he came back to play with something in the room.
Perhaps Tong Yan was really panicking, or maybe he felt that Shang Xun was right, so he really memorized the magic formula seriously in bed.
He didn't even notice that Shang Xun left and came back again.
Tong Yan opened his eyes and stumbled while carrying the contents of the book. When he got somewhere, he suddenly got stuck and couldn't remember anything.
While thinking about it, my eyes followed Shang Xun's back unconsciously.
Suddenly, she realized something and immediately forgot about reading.
He stared at Shang Xun expectantly, then looked at the formation that was about to take shape, feeling extremely excited for a moment.
Sure enough, this master dotes on his apprentice! She said she wanted to watch the competition and immediately made arrangements.
The fiery gaze stared at his back, and the voice of reciting words disappeared. It was difficult for Shang Xun not to know what was going on behind his back.
He didn't look back, and was busy with the work at hand step by step. He only said to the people behind him, "When will you finish memorizing the formation, when will the formation be completed."
Hearing this, Tong Yan immediately fell down and said as if he was about to cry: "Don't be like this, we can memorize the book later. We missed the competition, but there will be no more masters in more than a hundred years."
"If you practice hard, are you afraid that you won't be able to wait until the next hundred years?"
"This hundred years is not the other hundred years. Time has passed and cannot be pursued!"
"Nonsense." Shang Xun sneered lightly, then urged: "Hurry up and endorse it, I will check it later."
Tong Yan suddenly looked up to the sky in grief and screamed, "Master, you must be a dean!"
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The entire open space around the stadium was crowded with people. Some people who couldn't get a seat ran to the mountain peak facing the stadium to watch the game.
Although we can't see every competition platform clearly, it is a good place because of the high terrain and wide view.
However, they can only go halfway up the mountain at most. High-level monks have already occupied the real peak, so they don't dare to go up and get into trouble.
Looking from the mountain, dozens of competition platforms are arranged horizontally and vertically in the center of the arena. Especially when the competition starts at the same time, the magic light flashes brilliantly, which is a visual feast.
Taoist competitions are also divided into group competitions and individual competitions. Group competitions are generally used to warm up and select the number of people in the early stage, while in the mid-term, they are used to select contestants and eliminate some people who have strength but lack luck.
There is only one final winner in each of the two levels of competition.
Every Tao discussion competition not only brings together elites from all walks of life to engage in exciting battles, but also the overt and covert fights between various sects are also something that a lot of spectators talk about.
Among them, especially the Baiyingu and Hehuan sects, who have the most handsome men and beautiful women in the same sect and are good at musical instruments and singing and dancing, the battle between the two is the most anticipated.
In fact, the conflict between the two sects just lies in the fact that the two parties have very different ideas about music, and they can't understand each other.
Over time, the disciples of the two sects often started to fight each other.
The Hehuan Sect believes that music and dance are things that make people happy and enjoy themselves. If they are presented like Baiyin Valley, they are just fake and noble.
However, Baiyingu entered Taoism with worldly musical instruments and had his own way of perceiving and understanding music.
It is believed that music and dance are ways for monks to communicate with the world and all things. If they are only confused with extravagant pleasures and despise music theory, it is really prejudiced and vulgar.
The war between the two is just like the dancing girl who thinks music and dance are a tool for survival and making money, while the luthier regards the lute and music as his life.
There is no certain right or wrong, just different understandings.
To add to the fun, I also promote my own ideas about musical instruments.
Every time there is a Taoist competition, there will be three friendly matches between the two sects. Regardless of winning or losing, it is only about the enjoyment.
After this round of competition, those present will face the battle between Hehuan Sect and Baiyin Valley.
Since it was just for viewing, the disciples on both sides naturally had to dress up carefully.
In addition to the makeup that fits the characteristics of his sect, most of the clothes he wears are specially made for this appearance.
The female disciple of the Hehuan Sect is wearing a fiery red shoulder-dropping dance dress that is extremely flamboyant. Her eyes are full of charm, but she is not vulgar. One of her water sleeves is lightly draped on one side, floating in the breeze, swaying in her posture.
The witch who brings disaster to the world is just that.
Unsurprisingly, the person who came from Baiyin Valley was a fairy with an extraordinary temperament. Her black hair was only tied with a white ribbon, which was blowing in the wind. Coupled with a cold face, others just looked at it from a distance and felt that
She is extraordinary and refined, like a Yaoshan fairy who is not stained by the worldly world.
The fighting style of the two is an unusual fighting style. One of them dances and the other accompanies them. Without any tacit understanding and no rehearsal at all, they must not only cooperate with each other to ensure that they complete their own show, but also try their best to make the other party lose.
The difficulty is by no means as simple as others may see. It is extremely difficult just to keep up with the rhythm of the dance and the music to match the dance posture.
When Tong Yan watched the live broadcast, he happened to catch up with the two of them.
Don't ask her if she has memorized the book yet. The content she hasn't memorized is enough to keep her busy for a whole month.
Seeing that the competition had not officially started yet, Tong Yan boldly said to Shang Xun, "Master, I want to eat fruits, melon seeds, and tea."
As he spoke, he kept gesturing to him with his eyes to hurry up and help him get ready.
Shang Xun: Every day, the apprentice becomes more and more courageous.
Shang Xun stared at Tong Yan intently for a while, feeling so panicked that he suddenly stood up and went out.
Seeing the figure disappearing at the door, Tong Yan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but whisper, "You know, if you don't eat while watching the video, you have no soul. If you don't want to, just say you don't want to. Why are you just looking at her?"
It almost makes people feel panicked.
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Shang Xun's voice came, "What are you muttering about?"
Tong Yan shook his head in denial, "I didn't say anything!"
Putting down the plate with the spiritual fruit, Shang Xun glared at her, "You pretend I can't hear you?"
"Haha, how could that happen?" Tong Yan laughed sarcastically, and then exaggeratedly said, "Wow, Master, your craftsmanship is very good. The fruits are washed so cleanly that I can't even bear to eat them."
At this moment, on a certain peak near the competition venue, two tall men stood one behind the other on the boulder on the edge of the cliff.
They looked in the direction of the field without talking. After a while, the person in front suddenly made a sound.
"I once watched a game with him here."
The man behind listened quietly. He didn't know who he was referring to and didn't speak for a while, but he seemed to have some guesses in his heart.
The person who spoke didn't want him to respond. He just wanted to have a chat with someone after some memories had been sealed for too long.
"Twice, once we were involved and we were here together as spectators."
As he spoke, he sighed slightly.
"But he couldn't come to the third game."
Perhaps it was the first time he heard him take the initiative to mention his past affairs. Qin Shu couldn't help but ask: "Master, the person you are talking about refers to senior Wen Zelin."
The man with his back turned around in vain and looked at him with burning eyes.
Although he didn't say anything, Qin Shu felt that his eyes at this moment contained too many complicated emotions.