Chapter 24: Accidents
Longshou Peak lineage immediately have several people rushed to the ring, help up Fang Chao, eyes on the ground broken into two pieces of immortal sword, everyone is full of anger, glaring at Lu Xueqi, hate to want to eat this beautiful woman in general.
Under the stage, Cang Song Daoist clenched his fists, coldly said, "Master Shui Yue, this disciple of yours can be really ruthless, obviously winning is not enough, but also rely on the magic treasure artifacts to break other people's immortal swords, what kind of reasoning is this?"
Master Shui Yue had an indifferent face and coldly said, "Xue Qi's cultivation is too shallow, her Dao is not deep enough to control a divine object such as 'Tian Ya', it's no big deal."
Cangsong Taoist's anger, to attack, suddenly a hand on top of his shoulder, but Daoxuan real people do not know when to stand over, patted his shoulder.
Cang Song Taoist looked at him, finally forced the anger suppressed, nose heavy grunt, stride away.
Daoist Daoist Xuan looked at Daoist Cang Song's tall back, shook his head, let out a bitter smile, turned his head and was about to speak when he saw that Master Shui Yue had actually walked away as well.
By this time, Lu Xueqi had already come down from the stage and came in front of Shui Yue, who looked at her, a smile spreading on her face and nodded. Lu Xueqi also did not say anything, slightly saluted, then stood behind Shui Yue, followed her to go long.
Zhang Xiaofan stood aside, only then from just that a thrilling fight back to God, watching the water moon and Lu Xueqi this pair of master and disciple gradually walking away, suddenly found that these two people are actually so similar, the same cold as ice, like from a mold carved out of the same.
He was looking out of his mind, suddenly only heard beside him Zeng Shushu sighed, said: "I can not imagine Tianya this kind of God also out of the world!"
Zhang Xiaofan was puzzled, said: "Tianya is what?"
At this time, the Qingyun disciples who were watching gradually dispersed, and Zeng Shushu greeted the disciples from the same sect, Feng Hui Peak, and walked away together with Zhang Xiaofan, saying under his breath, "Tianya is the Immortal Sword that you saw Lu Xueqi use just now. I used to read the records in the Ten Articles of Foreign Treasures, Tianya first appeared in the hands of a loose immortal Kushin in a thousand years ago, and legend has it that this magic treasure is the Nine Heavens' foreign iron fell into the mortal world, and Kushin got it by chance in the Arctic ice plains, and cultivated it."
"Back then, the duel between the righteous and the devil, among the righteous naturally to our Qingyun Sect Qing Ye Ancestor as the leader, but this withered heart is also greatly famous, especially he to this Tianya Divine Sword, and the devil sect murderer black heart old man fought for three days and three nights, and finally seriously hurt the black heart old man, in addition to my righteousness, a big heart trouble. It is said that at that time only this Tianya Divine Sword can restrain the devil's most vicious thing blood devouring beads, from then on, 'Tianya' name resounded through the world, became the cultivator's heart dreamed of the divine treasure. However, I heard that after the dead hearted person sat down, this Tianya was nowhere to be found, and I can't imagine that it actually fell into the hands of Xiaozhu Peak."
Speaking here, Zeng Shushu shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Xiaofan, that Lu Xueqi has this kind of divine object, I'm afraid that we don't even have any hope for this Grand Examination."
Zhang Xiaofan, however, did not have any disappointment, he had never thought that he would be able to do anything anyway, but just looked at Zeng Shushu's rather disappointed look, his heart was strange, and he asked, "Hehe, Senior Brother Zeng, didn't you say to me that you weren't really interested in this Grand Examination either? Why does it seem like you're disappointed?"
Zeng Shushu's face flushed red as he said, "But if you can really stand on the stage and last until the end, that would be very imposing, don't you think?"
Zhang Xiaofan was dumbfounded.
Zeng Shushu saw that he looked odd, and was a bit embarrassed, punched him and laughed, "What are you laughing at?" Before he finished speaking, he himself laughed.
The two of them laughed and walked towards another ring, watching another competition.
On this day, out of the seven disciples from Great Bamboo Peak who had gone to battle besides Zhang Xiaofan, four had won and three had lost, with Song Daren, Tian Ling'er, He Da Zhi, and Du Bishu all advancing to the next round.
Together with the lucky Zhang Xiaofan, the Great Bamboo Peak eight disciples down five people advanced, which is a rare good result in hundreds of years, the Tian not easy to be happy.
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The second day.
Morning sunshine lazily sprinkled in the sea of clouds above, the disciples of the Qingyun door as the previous day to the square, continue to watch the seven veins of the Qingyun door once in a cycle of martial arts test.
Big Bamboo Peak crowd stood under the red list yesterday, only to see that half of the names on the red list had been removed, and next to Zhang Xiaofan's name, it was also written that his opponent today - Chu Yuhong.
From the time he got up in the morning, Zhang Xiaofan's heart started to get nervous for some reason, although he knew that he was mostly here to see the world, but in his heart, he just couldn't help but get nervous, his heartbeat was racing, his mouth was dry, and he didn't have any appetite even after having only two mouthfuls of breakfast.
At this moment, he was quietly asking Eldest Brother Song Daren who was standing beside him, saying, "Eldest Brother, what is this Chu Yuhong, is he powerful?"
Song Daren frowned and shook his head, "I'm not sure, I haven't heard of him before, looking at the list it says that he's a disciple of the Chaoyang Peak lineage, but what kind of dao is he I don't know."
Speaking here, Song Daren glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, seeing that he was very nervous, smiled and said, "Junior brother, don't be nervous, it doesn't matter, my first time to participate in the Grand Examination I was also nervous as hell, it'll be fine once I'm in the ring."
Zhang Xiaofan naively said, "Yes."
At this time, Du Bishu, who was standing on the sidelines, came over and smiled wistfully, "Hey, senior brothers, why don't we make a bet to see how Junior Brother wins or loses this time..."
"Good, good, good! I'll bet on Junior Brother to lose!"
"Me too!"
"Me too... Right, I'll bet double!"
"Count me in."
Song Daren was furious, pointing at the crowd, "What are you doing? Junior Brother's competition is coming up, and you're still beating him up?"
Zhang Xiaofan was grateful and called out, "Eldest Brother..."
Song Da Ren: "Old Six."
Du Bishu spat out his tongue, "Eldest Brother, I was just kidding, don't tell Master."
Song Daren: "No, anyway, you've struck it all, I'll press five on that bet you made just now!"
Du Bishu, Zhang Xiaofan: "⋯⋯"
At this time, Tian Yi and Su Ru walked over, the Great Bamboo Peak disciples greeted, Tian Yi looked at the crowd, said: "Yesterday, your performance is good, but today into the second round, the rest are basically the elite disciples of the various veins, you cut to be careful."
The crowd said in unison, "Yes."
Su Ru glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and walked over, saying, "Xiaofan, today is your first competition, be careful with everything, got it?"
A warmth swept through Zhang Xiaofan's heart and he whispered, "Yes, Senior Mother."
Su Ru nodded and was about to say something, when suddenly only the bells and tripods could be heard, the competition had officially begun. Tian not easy and Su Ru looked at each other, nodded and said, "You all know the place of the competition, just now that red list is also written clearly, wait a while after the competition starts, I and your senior mother will also go to the stage to watch you compete, don't let us lose face."
The crowd answered together, Tian Yi Yi nodded, and together with Su Ru, they whispered and walked away. Tian Ling'er, who had come along with them, turned her eyes to look around and walked towards Zhang Xiaofan, whose heart suddenly jumped sharply.
Walking up to her, Tian Ling'er looked straight at Zhang Xiaofan, and suddenly let out a giggle, turning back to the crowd and laughing, ''You guys see how nervous Xiaofan is! Sweat is breaking out on his forehead."
Everyone laughed, and Song Da Ren also laughed, "I've also comforted Junior Brother just now, but it doesn't seem to be of much use, it's still necessary for you, Junior Sister, to step in."
Tian Ling'er spat and turned her head to Zhang Xiaofan, "Xiaofan, I'm going to compete in a while too, so I can't go and cheer for you, you have to work hard on your own, and also, be careful with everything!"
Zhang Xiaofan looked at her beautiful face near at hand, blowing her breath like orchids, as if smelling a faint fragrance, couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement in his heart, nodded his head heavily, but somehow, couldn't even speak.
Tian Ling'er, however, apparently did not think too much, smiled at Zhang Xiaofan, and then walked over to talk to all the senior brothers for a few moments, a few moments later, the crowd in twos and threes all separated and went away, apparently those who competed went to the ring, and those who did not compete went to cheer for their fellow disciples.
Only, but no one thought of joining Zhang Xiaofan at all, perhaps, everyone thought that this was someone who had no hope at all!
Zhang Xiaofan stood still and watched as all the senior brothers walked away, his heart suddenly burst with indescribable discomfort, slowly walking to that red list and looking at it carefully again.
He and that Chaoyang Peak disciple Chu Yuhong were arranged to compete on the farthest "Zhen" position.
Zhang Xiaofan let out a bitter smile and walked towards the front. Along the way, countless Qingyun disciples walked around, talking and laughing, Zhang Xiaofan listened on the sidelines, mostly discussing the results of yesterday's test.
Yesterday's test, the crowd recognized several popular characters are easy to win, during which there are a lot of people talked about the Longshou Peak line in addition to Qi Hao, seems to be out of a young masters, Zhang Xiaofan listen to their description of a few sentences, it is guessed that that is more than half of Lin Jingyu.
But more people are talking about Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak. This has the sword "Tianya" beautiful woman, Taoism deep surprisingly just, but yesterday in full view of the public, broke the opponent's immortal sword, seems to make many people very dissatisfied, but this makes more people want to go to watch her competition, popularity has risen instead of falling.
In addition, the long missing "Tianya" is even more eye-catching, I do not know how many people want to go to see this thousand years ago during the war of the gods and devils, even some of the Qingyun Sect elders are no exception.
Zhang Xiaofan listening to walk, the heart also can not help but think of yesterday's frosty beauty Lu Xueqi's appearance, shook his head. Just then, a shout suddenly came from the front, "Xiaofan."
The voice sounded very familiar, Zhang Xiaofan looked up and immediately laughed out, only to see Lin Jingyu striding over, Zhang Xiaofan greeted him and laughed, "I said why I have not been able to find you! It turns out that you ran here!"
Lin Jingyu pointed behind him and said, "Today I have a competition to do, it's on the 'Kan' stage, so naturally I had to come over early to get ready." Saying this, he looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down and laughed, "It's your turn today as well, isn't it! On which stage?"
Zhang Xiaofan said, "I'm on the 'Zhen' stage, it's about to start, so I can't go over to cheer you on, so be careful yourself."
Lin Jingyu laughed, "You too, hehe, how come none of your fellow senior brothers and elders came to see you?"
Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment and forced a smile, "It's not like you don't know that there are few people in my lineage and there are so many people competing today, Master and Mother, they've all gone to watch Eldest Brother and Sister's competition."
Lin Jingyu glanced at him, sighed, and patted his shoulder.
Zhang Xiaofan pulled himself together and laughed, "It's nothing, I'm just here to see what's going on anyway, it doesn't matter. On the contrary, you have to cheer up, don't let others say that those who come out of our Grass Temple Village have no talent."
Lin Jingyu nodded heavily and was about to say something, when a bell and tripod suddenly sounded behind him, he looked back and said, "My competition is about to start, I won't talk to you, wait a while if it's not too late, I'll immediately go over to see you."
Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said, "You go now!"
Lin Jingyu turned around and walked away, Zhang Xiaofan watched his back walk away and recited in his mind, "It would be strange if I can still hold up on the stage if you come over in time."
He laughed at himself in his own heart, and slowly walked to the side of the "Zhen" stage, this is the easternmost part of the Cloud Sea Square, and at a glance, there are only a dozen or so disciples of Qing Yun, most of whom are under the disciples of Chaoyang Peak, which is a world of difference compared to Lu Xueqi's dry stage at the center.
Under the stage only a chair, a white bearded old man sitting there, Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him, felt a little familiar, thought for a moment, then remembered that this is yesterday morning in Lu Xueqi before the test, in the crowd outside the scolding disciples lust, also complained that should not be recruited female disciples of that elder, just don't know which lineage of the Qingyun Sect he is the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.
In the Seven Veins Martial Arts Trial, there are a total of eight rings, generally speaking, each ring Qing Yun Sect will arrange at least one elder to sit in, otherwise the young disciples will be young and vigorous, and the fight will not be easy to control.
Zhang Xiaofan walked over to the white-bearded old man, bent down and saluted, saying, "Senior, I am Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of the Great Bamboo Peak Sect, and I am competing on the 'Zhen' position stage today."
The white-bearded old man turned his head, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, and said carelessly, "Oh, you're here, it's about to start, you go on stage!"
Zhang Xiaofan answered and glanced towards the stage, seeing that the stage was empty, it looked like the Chaoyang Peak disciple called Chu Yuhong had not yet come.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally complied with the white-bearded old man's words and walked up to the stage from the steps. At the same time, amongst the crowd of Chaoyang Peak disciples behind him on the stage, whispers came out, obviously discussing him.
At this time, the early morning sun had already risen, and the first rays of sunlight from the Tongtian Peak quietly fell on his body with a little bit of warmth.
Zhang Xiaofan stood on the stage and looked towards the eastern sky, there, a rising sun was slowly rising, reddish, the light was soft and not blinding, reflecting the clouds in the distance in the sky.
Zhang Xiaofan's heart, suddenly there is a burst of emotion, five years ago, he is still a rural child who does not understand the world, never dreamed that there will be standing on the Tongtian Peak to watch the sunrise of this day, no, not not dreamed, but he simply did not know that this world will have such a beautiful sunrise.
In the twinkling of an eye, life was as small as a white cloud.
The state of mind of a sixteen year old boy was like the sorrow of a sixty year old man.
He reached out his hand, probed into his bosom, and touched the cold burning stick. A month ago, in a situation that everyone did not know and would not notice, Zhang Xiaofan was surprised to find out that he could barely maneuver this black-hued burning stick, and at that moment, he could hardly believe his eyes.
However, after he repeated it countless times in the dead of night, the burning stick did indeed move as he drove it with his thoughts.
"Driving things", this was a word that thundered in the Qing Yun Sect's cultivation dao, a manifestation of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao cultivation to the fourth level of the Jade Clear Realm realm, and it was something that every new and recent disciple repeated in his deep heart, hoped for, and endeavored to do in his countless years of cultivation, whereas Zhang Xiaofan dared to even think about being able to reach this realm only in his dreams, to fight for a breath of air in front of his Master's face to fight for a breath and make Master smile.
However, is this possible?
Zhang Xiaofan desperately suppressed himself and didn't say anything about this to anyone, while at the same time, his self-confidence was undermined by the fact that he didn't make any movement when he tried to use his Nian Li to drive other objects such as the pots and pans in the kitchen.
He was puzzled as to why this was such an odd situation.
Late at night in his dreams, when he climbed up to gaze at the burning stick that seemed destined to be entangled with him in an odd and quaint way, he could feel the trace of a cold aura that was slowly wandering in his body.
"Dang!" The crisp sound of bells and tripods rang out, startling Zhang Xiaofan and waking him up. Turning his head to look, the stage was still filled with the dozen or so Chaoyang Peak disciples, the old white-bearded man was still sitting there in a daze, but on the opposite side of the stage, a man had appeared at some point in time, around thirty in appearance, and was looking towards himself with a smile.
Zhang Xiaofan's face flushed red, and he hurriedly saluted, saying, "Great Bamboo Peak disciple Zhang Xiaofan, asking Chu senior brother for advice."
Chu Yuhong smiled and said, "Dare not dare not dare, the river and mountain generation has talented people out, Zhang senior brother although young, but the big test in front, still look calm and stand on the stage, no anxious look, more timid feeling, than I was too much stronger than that year, admiration admiration admiration."
Zhang Xiaofan froze for a moment and said naively, "I'm not hiding it from senior brother, I was actually in a daze just now."
"Wow", the stage was in an uproar, the dozen or so Chaoyang Peak disciples all stumbled with laughter, Chu Yuhong also froze for a moment, finally he couldn't help but laugh out, then he felt it was inappropriate and forced himself to hold it back and said, "Senior brother Zhang is joking, uh, the hour is up, I'll be asking for advice from senior brother now. "
Zhang Xiaofan's heart jumped, a burst of nervousness, slowly said, "Please be merciful, Senior Brother Chu."
Chu Yuhong smiled but did not answer, looking at his appearance seems to be in the right hands, only to see his right hand vibration, "Kuang jang" sound, a light yellow light emanating immortal sword offered up.
"The name of the sword is 'Shaoyang', Senior Brother Zhang, please."
Zhang Xiaofan glanced towards that Shaoyang Immortal Sword, only to see that the yellow light on the sword was pure and mild, from afar, he felt his spirit was invigorated, and it seemed to be no ordinary product.
He secretly swallowed his saliva, not realizing that his face was a little hot, but finally reached into his bosom, grasped the burning stick and took it out.
All the people in the arena, Chu Yuhong and the dozen or so disciples of Chaoyang Peak under the stage, their eyes all fell onto this black whirring fire stick.
A moment of silence.
"Hahahahaha..." I don't know who was the first one to laugh out, breaking the quiet, anyway, a few moments later the stage laughed into a piece, interspersed with I don't know who said with strange laboriousness, "That, what is that?"
"I've long said that the people of the Great Bamboo Peak are all weird, you do not say, yesterday that thin man with dice magic treasure has become a laughing stock, I did not expect that today, today there are actually using a burning stick of people, really, really laugh me to death! Hahaha..."
At this moment, even the Chu Yu Hong on the stage can not hold back, laughed a few times before hard to hold back, said: "Zhang, this is, huh, is your, huh, sorry, I can not control, ah! Is this your magic treasure?"
Zhang Xiaofan's face turned red as he listened to the people around him laughing into a frenzy, unable to say a word. He had also known that using this burning stick was too ugly and was bound to cause people to laugh, but it was just that he couldn't drive anything else.
Moreover, there was also a small, faint hope in his deep heart that this could really prove himself, so in the end, he still brought this burning stick out.
However, in the end, this burning stick brought him the scorn and ridicule of others. The people around him laughed loudly, Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, and as far as his eyes could see, the only thing left in the world was the black and ugly burning stick in his hand.
They laughed, laughed loudly, as loudly as his fellow brothers had laughed before his departure, and even Senior Sister Ling'er, whom he deeply missed, generally laughed as well.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
The cold sensation seemed to call out quietly from the depths of his body, slowly wandering through his body.
A person, what is the time when you feel the loneliest?
Is it facing the indifference of the entire world alone, is it facing all the shame alone?
A person's blood, is it cold or boiling?
He raised his head haughtily and looked ahead.
At this time, the sunlight was shining on his face, and no one could see his expression.
The Shaoyang Immortal Sword in Chu Yuhong's hand, amidst the laughter and applause from the stage, erupted with a radiance that was almost comparable to the rising sun at this moment, brilliantly brilliant and righteous.
With his magic technique and a shout, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword was like brilliant sunlight, pressing squarely over.
A hot air came to his face, but Zhang Xiaofan's heart was as cold as ice.
For some unknown reason, looking at the incoming brightness in front of him, in that one moment, he suddenly remembered that morning so long ago: he had spent a thrilling night in the wilderness with Lin Jingyu, and when he returned to the Grass Temple Village, he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. That very morning, all his happiness was lost, he even felt himself buried in that sea of blood, desperately struggling, vainly trying to find his loved ones but ultimately unable to do so, pain into his heart.
The heat seemed like it was going to scorch his skin, but that quiet night by the blue water pool, that one beautiful woman standing by the water's edge, embracing her lover tightly, appeared in front of his eyes again.
"Ah!" This one sixteen year old boy moaned lowly, the inexplicable pain was so strong that he completely forgot about the oncoming light, but bit his lips, crimson blood, gently dripping down.
Falling on that black, metaphysical green with red threads like blood on the burning stick.
The next moment, he was engulfed by that sun-like radiance.
The stage was filled with cheers, the disciples of the Chaoyang Peak were all overjoyed, and there was only a cry of alarm mixed in with their laughter, which seemed so shrill.
Suddenly appeared Zeng Shushu ignored in the side of a dozen full of hostile gazes, sigh loudly, for this newly made friends sorry, but unfortunately according to the rules of the great test can not help, otherwise look at his righteous indignation most likely would have rushed to the stage.
Even the white-bearded old man sitting on the side seems to have been startled by Zeng Shushu, glancing over.
On the stage, the brilliant golden light and the rising sun in the sky, brilliant and dazzling, Chu Yuhong heart a burst of complacency, at this moment even he himself also feel that the cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the never reached, and he, in front of him, after winning this not good-looking even worse opponent, will be high, even if it is the final laurel is also not known! After all, after today, he only needed to win four more matches.
Thinking about this, the corners of his mouth could not suppress a smile, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword's light was even more intense, watching the young man in front of him wrinkle his face in agony in the blazing light, even biting through his lips.
Suddenly, right at this moment, his heart jumped violently, as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer inside his body.
At this time when everyone couldn't see Zhang Xiaofan, Chu Yuhong, the person who stood opposite Zhang Xiaofan, however, through the brilliant light of his Shaoyang Immortal Sword, he saw him raise his head and open his eyes.
Those blood-red, violent killing eyes!
An invisible and unknown coldness quickly expanded, Chu Yuhong watched as the black burning stick seemed to come to life at this moment, the black gas was soaring, and the orb at the top of the stick was even more greenish, reflecting on Zhang Xiaofan's body as if it had completely turned into a different person.
All these changes occurred within the light of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, in addition to Chu Yuhong no one saw.
Chu Yuhong was horrified, but before he could react, that cold breath had already hidden under the Shaoyang Immortal Sword's light and wrapped around him, and he almost immediately felt a heavenly rotation, his whole body nauseous and wanting to vomit.
A few moments later, the faint green light from the orb on the burning stick shone on his body.
Under the stage, Zeng Shushu nervously looked at Zhang Xiaofan who was wrapped in that light, and when he thought that Zhang Xiaofan was now like a monkey being barbecued (by common sense, he should have thought of a pig being barbecued, but somehow the thought of a monkey appeared in Zeng Shushu's mind), he was almost unwilling to look on any longer.
On the contrary, the disciples of Chaoyang Peak were all applauding and cheering, overjoyed.
Right at this moment, suddenly the crowd only heard Chu Yuhong on the stage let out a loud roar, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword vibrated the sky, the light immediately dissipated, and now appeared Zhang Xiaofan's silhouette.
And Chu Yu Hong actually seems to be seriously injured, back and forth, a moment later, in the crowd's surprised eyes, his face seven orifices actually gushed blood, trembling right hand stretched out and pointed at Zhang Xiaofan, as if he wanted to say something, but no matter how can not say words.
A moment later, only to see his body shook a few times, fell to the ground with a thud, fainted.
On and off the stage, there was a silence as the crowd looked at each other, too shocked to speak.
