These emotions came and went quickly. When Qin Shu was about to say something, all the emotions revealed in his eyes had been hidden.
Gao Yangchen withdrew his gaze and looked into the distance, his voice a little ethereal.
"Two hundred and seventy-one years, it has been so long that I haven't heard this name from anyone else."
Qin Shu: "He was Master's friend when he was alive?"
Gao Yangchen looked at Gao Yangchen in the distance, as if he had forgotten Qin Shu's existence, let alone heard him speak.
Quietly, as if lost in memories.
It wasn't until a long time ago that another woman appeared on the high platform.
Qin Shu recognized her, she was the Yuanying monk of the Qiankun Sect, Han Chanyu, the cousin of the head of the Han family.
Everyone knows that the seventh lady of the Han family has been passionately in love with the talented weapon refiner Gao Yangchen for hundreds of years. She even rejected many suitors and family marriages for him, and even said that she would not marry anyone who is not her husband in this life.
This infatuated look moved many crazy men and women at that time and set them as an example.
Since then, Han Chanyu has indeed adhered to her vows for hundreds of years and has never had any ambiguities with other male cultivators.
However, Luo Hua was ruthless on purpose, and Gao Yangchen was unmoved by her deep love. He lived in front of a pile of magical artifacts all day long, like an ascetic.
After Qin Shu watched closely, he found that the rumors still had a certain degree of authenticity.
Han Chanyu slightly glanced at Qin Shu on one side, and without stopping, passed him and stood on Gao Yangchen's side.
"Yang Chen." He speaks softly and without deliberately listening, you can feel the unabashed affection in his words.
Gao Yangchen tilted his head slightly because of the visitor and seemed to glance at her.
After a while, he said to Qin Shu, "Go and find out the details of her injury."
Gao Yangchen didn't say who it was, but Qin Shu knew that he was referring to Tong Yan. If the Dantian was really damaged and the golden elixir could not be formed later, then they might have to take action in advance.
Qin Shu was not at all curious about why these people were killed and what Gao Yangchen had done with them.
Once he asked but didn't get an answer, he realized that he just needed to do what he said instead of talking too much.
"Yes." Qin Shu responded and left here.
After the extra people left, Han Chanyu tentatively reached out and hooked the finger of the person next to her, with a bit of anxiety and shyness on her face, her eyes always paying attention to his expression, for fear that he would refuse.
The young man with a beautiful face twitched his eyebrows slightly because of her actions, but he had no intention of rejecting her.
Seeing that he was not rejected, Han Chanyu felt happy and at the same time became a little more courageous. She grabbed the big hand with clear joints and slowly put her head on his shoulder.
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The sound of the flute was blown, melodious and lingering, accompanied by the chirping of birds, high and low. It lingered with infinite reverie and fairy music, unfolding a vivid picture in everyone's minds.
The woman in red clothes moved when she heard the sound, and the bird feathers on her head trembled slightly due to the movements. Her body was as light as a swallow, her body was as soft as clouds, her arms were as soft as boneless, and she grew lotuses every step of the way.
Suddenly, a folding fan appeared in her hand. The fan turned, flicked, opened, closed, twisted, rounded, and curved like a wonderful pen or a silk string. The flowing water moved like clouds, like a dragon flying or a phoenix dancing.
Experts watch the door, and laymen watch the excitement. To laymen like Tong Yan, they only feel that the sound of the flute is ringing three feet away from the beam, and the dance is graceful and beautiful.
A simple and crude compliment is, cowhide! Looks good and sounds good!
The two people on the stage thanked each other one after another and came down. Despite their calm and relaxed appearance, if you look closely, you will find a layer of sweat on their heads.
The sudden changes in the music and the fast and slow dance steps all have their own rhythms and emotions expressed. Only a small number of people can explain the hidden shadows of swords and swords.
Tong Yan actually didn't see much of it, but he was quickly bombarded by the discussions on the viewing platform and became dizzy.
She asked Shang Xun: "Master, what did they compete in the last competition?"
"It's no different from the current one." Shang Xun only looked at the competition a few times from beginning to end, and his face seemed to lack interest when he heard her being asked.
"The competition between the two sects is nothing more than music, dance, books, and chess. It is purely entertainment and does not need to be paid too much attention to."
After saying that, he handed a piece of cut spiritual fruit to his mouth and looked at Tong Yan.
"Master." She called hesitantly.
"Um?"
"Can you please stop eating for yourself? I really haven't eaten a bite since just now."
Shang Xun was unmoved. He glanced at her condescendingly and said in a low and slow voice: "As a disciple, I can feel at ease with Master Huo Huo. You have been eating the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard recently."
"Don't dare, don't dare." Tong Yan thought about ordering him again, but didn't dare to choke directly. What's more, what he said was right, but she really didn't eat the leopard's courage.
"Would you like to help me sit up? I feel that I have recovered well and can sit still."
Shang Xun knew what she wanted to do when she sat up. He frowned, threw the fruit plate out, and landed it on the table.
"You risk your life just for some food, right?"
Seeing that Shang Xun seemed angry, Tong Yan immediately wanted to shrink under the quilt and hide for a while, but he couldn't move.
"Then I... let me watch the game."
Shang Xun was speechless, Tong Yan looked really cowardly.
The three friendly matches were quickly concluded and the official matches continued.
On a competition stage a little further away, Tong Yan saw Shen Zhuangheng coming on the stage.
"Can you pull it in a little bit, facing the competition platform in the lower left corner, with Sumu on top."
Shang Xun glanced at the position she mentioned and saw Shen Zhuangheng on the playing field, so he followed her instructions and zoomed in.
The person fighting him on the stage was an ordinary-looking young man with no obvious signs of power on his body. He was probably a rogue cultivator.
The two of them moved their hands almost at the same time, with a spiritual sword on one side and a small black hammer on the other, and they touched each other in the blink of an eye.
Both sides are testing each other's details at this moment and are not trying their best. However, from the first confrontation, Shen Zhuangheng seems to be much more comfortable.
After just reading the beginning, Tong Yan guessed the ending, and then focused on studying Shen Zhuangheng's moves.
He rarely uses strange fire when fighting, maybe because it is still the preliminary round, so he can win using only sword skills, and naturally there is no need to reveal too much of his cards.
Tong Yan and Shen Zhuangheng occasionally competed against each other during their years at Tianqing Mountain. His swordsmanship was rare among the disciples at that time, but now compared to the world of cultivation, it seems a little inferior.
However, he majored in spells, so a poor swordsmanship would not have much impact. The greater role of swordsmanship was to be able to advance and retreat freely against the enemy when he was forced to fight in close combat.
Within twenty rounds, Shen Zhuangheng knocked everyone off the stage and successfully entered the next round.
After the game, Tong Yan asked Shang Xun, "When will the disciples of our sect come on stage?"
"Now."
When Tong Yan didn't quite understand what he meant, the next moment, the screen shifted to Xiao Lou's competition stage.
What's interesting is that the person opposite Xiao Lou is actually Lin Min, who we met in Jinshang Pavilion that day.
Lin Min was still dressed in a slightly more gorgeous but cumbersome outfit, and her face was a little tense because she saw that her opponent was an 'acquaintance'.