The whole world celebrated, and everyone was watching. After a whole night of tormenting waiting, the results of the Xuanxu Sword School were finally released!
Zheng Weiqi was so nervous that she didn't sleep all night. Although she was a cultivator, she had been struggling for two days and two nights under extreme mental depression, and in the middle, she also had high-intensity brain activities. When she walked out of the room like a zombie, Ningning thought of that sentence at an inopportune time -
a ghost, the ghost of swordsmanship, was wandering in the Xuanxu Sword School.
She had a good relationship with the senior sister, so she naturally woke up early to accompany her when the results were announced today.
Zheng Weiqi showed her excitement and nervousness when the college entrance examination results were released, vividly interpreting what it means to be "half bright and half sad". She couldn't wait to know the results, but was also worried that she would not pass the exam this time, and she didn't even want to go out.
When she arrived at the palace, a large group of people had gathered at the announcement place, and they were all happy and worried.
The original body had graduated from the palace a long time ago, and Ningning had almost never been here. Now that she finally saw it, she couldn't help but look around with some curiosity.
But she saw the towering and proudly standing. The whole building was made of white jade, and it had a sense of being immovable and majestic. The green pines and vines added emerald green, and the carved railings and jade bricks were graceful.
Outside the White Jade Palace, the results of the written examination were posted on the wall in a very traditional way. After the people dispersed a little, Zheng Weiqi took a few steps forward nervously and walked straight to the last row.
The list would only announce the results of those who passed. With Zheng Weiqi's level, if she was not found in the last few names, she would definitely be a nobody again.
Zheng Weiqi took a deep breath, looked at Ningning, and covered the last few names in the vertical row with her right hand.
At the end, she said in a tone of fearless death: "Then I will start! Drink!"
With an ambiguous low shout, Zheng Weiqi moved her palm upwards, revealing a name that was blocked.
Two words, at a glance, you can tell it's not her.
Zheng Weiqi couldn't bear to look up any further, and she moved up one more notch with her wrist trembling.
It was a man's name. She moved up one more notch, but it didn't look like it either.
It couldn't be. From behind came Ning Ning's cautious and comforting voice: "Senior Sister..." These two words were like a heavy hammer, hitting her eardrum hard, forcing her to no longer have the energy to think. She took a step back and moved her palm away from the list. Looking around, there was a long vertical ranking of words, like a swaying dragon. When she looked carefully, let alone the three words "Zheng Weiqi", there was not even a single person with the surname Zheng. Good guy. This list has no index, and each crooked row has different names written on it. Zheng Weiqi looked carefully for a long time before she finally saw the words between the lines. The entire list had two words written on it: "Retake the exam." Zheng Weiqi: ... She has completely let it go. "It looks like I failed again this time." As a senior sister, even if she had a lot of resentment in her heart, she couldn't show it in front of her dear junior sister. Zheng Weiqi tried hard to force a smile, turned to Ningning and said, "Let's wait until next year. I'm used to it anyway, haha." Ningning didn't mean to leave, but looked at her with her beautiful almond eyes, pursed her lips and shook her head. Then he raised his right hand and pointed to the middle of the list not far away: "Senior sister, you are there." - Not only did she not fail this time, she also got into the middle level of the entire academy, hanging in the middle of a bunch of densely packed names. Zheng Weiqi was in a trance, and it took her a long time to react to the meaning of Ning Ning's words. When she turned around and saw the three words "Zheng Weiqi" in black and white, she looked dazed as if she was dreaming. It's her name. It's really her name. I'm not dreaming. Pinch your face, it really hurts. Oh, huh. She - passed - !!! ===== The Ten Dharma Assembly is about to be held, and all the elite disciples of the major sects leave the mountain and head to their destination, Luancheng. The Dharma Assembly is held every twenty years. It is intended to evaluate the true ability and practical ability of the young talents in the world of cultivation, and to provide disciples with an opportunity to compete with each other. After many rounds of competition, the best one in each realm will be selected. Ning Ning thinks it is just like a final exam, which always makes people feel a little nervous. After the flying boat arrived in Luancheng and packed the luggage in the inn, it was time for free activities. The Dharma Assembly will be held tomorrow, and the Lord of Luancheng has specially prepared a large dinner for this. The Xuanxu Sword Sect came early, and there was nothing to do at noon. In addition, the young disciples lived in the mountains all year round and rarely came to such a famous city. They only needed to respond in groups of three or two, and they all ran to the streets. As usual, although each person was led by the master himself, He Zhizhou's old patriarch who traveled around the world all day was still nowhere to be seen, so he was assigned to Tianxianzi's group. "Ah, the air is fresh and clear! Life is wonderful! I can still do ten more exams!" Zheng Weiqi has not yet recovered from the shock of passing the written test. She walked on the street with a silly smile, "I can pass the written test this time. First of all, I want to thank my senior brothers and sisters for their strong support. Without you, I would not have succeeded. Secondly, I want to thank the teachers who made the test papers. It is you who gave me a second chance to be a human being. Those questions are my second parents! I will honor them for the rest of my life!" He Zhizhou quietly touched Ningning's arm and lowered his voice: "How long has she been like this? Has she seen a doctor?" Ningning shook her head. In fact, Zheng Weiqi is now relatively normal. When he saw his name on the list outside the academy, he didn't bother to look at it. He looked at it once, read it again, clapped his hands, laughed, and said directly: "Ah! OK! I passed!" It was a complete replica of Fan Jinzhongju's Xiuzhen. But this guy was not crazy enough to roll in the mud. After he finished clapping and talking, he turned around and hugged Ningning, wagging his tongue and talking wildly. If you want to add a background music for her, it must be the song that most people are familiar with [Cause we are the champions of the world! We are the champions my friends! ]
It was very appropriate, as if it had grown out of Zheng Weiqi's mouth.
Luancheng was very large, and the inn where the Xuanxu Sword Sect stayed was located in the middle of the city. As soon as you stepped out of the door, you could see people coming and going, it was so lively.
Before Ningning had time to take a look at the whole city, she heard He Zhizhou let out a disgusted "tsk".
Following his extremely contemptuous gaze, she saw the back of a strange man, who was thin, dressed in a green shirt, and looked elegant and talented.
Noticing that Ning Ning was also staring at that man, He Zhizhou's mouth twitched: "Look at the evil spirit all over him, even two bottles of air freshener can't suppress it."
He has always been a cautious person and has almost never shown such obvious disgust towards anyone. Ning Ning was curious, and heard He Zhizhou add: "Do you remember, when I was an oiran, I claimed to be from the Wanjian Sect, but was exposed on the spot by one of their disciples?"
Ning Ning suddenly realized: "Could it be--"
"That's right."
He Zhizhou gritted his teeth: "It was that bastard Ye Zongheng!"
It turned out that the man was called Ye Zongheng.
"Junior Brother He, in the final analysis, it was you who pretended to be from the Wanjian Sect first. As a disciple of the Wanjian Sect, it was only natural for Ye Zongheng to reveal your identity." Zheng
Weiqi was worthy of being the eldest senior sister. Although she was not in her right mind at this time, she still spoke directly to the point: "No matter who it was, it would be impossible for you to humiliate the reputation of the Wanjian Sect in vain."
He Zhizhou's ears turned red with anger: "Senior Sister Zheng, you don't know. That guy was not trying to defend the reputation of the Wanjian Sect. It was obvious that the former courtesan he pursued so hard was robbed of his title by me. In order to please that girl, he targeted me everywhere."
"If it was just that incident, it would be fine. I was indeed wrong first, and I admit it wholeheartedly. But Ye Zongheng actually hired a group of strong men, and when I was on stage to perform a song, they actually--"
He became more and more angry as he spoke, and clenched his fists: "They actually stood on the stage and played the suona together! Is this something a human can do?!"
It is indeed not something that an ordinary person would do.
Ning Ning thought, if you really can't stand it, you can just hire someone to beat him up. That Senior Brother Ye's way of revenge was to play the suona and make a mess...
It's quite fresh and unconventional.
While everyone was talking, the man in green clothes not far away shook his body and turned his head slightly.
Senior Brother Ye Zongheng, who was hated by He Zhizhou, actually had a harmless face.
A pair of round and clear puppy eyes remind people of delicious black grapes, and the baby face makes him look childish and approachable. There is even some baby fat on his white cheeks, like a white and tender steamed bun.
It is hard to imagine that such a person is a frequent visitor to brothels, and his brain does not seem to be very bright.
High-level monks can sense the fragmented spiritual energy around them. Ye Zongheng is a direct disciple of the Wanjian Sect, and he is even more sensitive to the perception of aura. When he turned around suddenly, the long sword at his waist suddenly shook.
The baby-faced young man raised his head vigilantly and met the gazes of the Xuanxu Sword Sect.
The one leading was his mortal enemy He Zhizhou.
The thief was smiling proudly and had evil thoughts. He was walking slowly forward, walking towards him with a bit of murderous intent.
Ye Zongheng's heart trembled, thinking that it was not good.
He Zhizhou obviously had bad intentions. He was probably going to avenge him for hiring someone to play the suona.
Now he was alone, and none of his fellow disciples were around. He Zhizhou was followed by several Xuanxu sword cultivators. If they really fought, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
Damn it!
Seeing the other party getting closer and closer, the smile on his mouth became more and more arrogant and presumptuous. When the two were very close and He Zhizhou was about to speak,
Ye Zongheng suddenly groaned, and the whole person fell to the ground like a frozen popsicle.
This sudden change made He Zhizhou a little confused, and he almost thought that the brother in front of him had a sudden illness.
But the next moment, he heard Ye Zongheng whispering: "Help... Someone come to save me! He, he hit me!"
After saying that, he pretended to be in great pain, holding his chest and twitching all over, but his cunning eyes were clearly provoking him: "Haha, you didn't expect it, idiot! This is called striking first!"
- This man saw that he couldn't win the fight, but he actually started to touch porcelain!
He Zhizhou knew that Ye Zongheng was a scoundrel, but he never thought that someone could be so scoundrel.
If this happened somewhere else, he would have raised his fist and started to fight without saying anything, but there were people coming and going here, and several passers-by were already staring at the two of them with surprise.
When they looked at him, they were all in panic and fear.
Ye Zongheng lay on the ground like a dead fish, watching his mortal enemy's face turn from pale to blue with satisfaction, and finally added in a trembling voice: "No, you must compensate, pay for my medical expenses."
There were so many eyes watching at the scene. According to He Zhizhou's personality and financial situation, if he wanted to run away or argue, it would only ruin the reputation of Xuanxu Sword School in vain.
He had long wanted to use this trick on He Zhizhou, to avenge the fact that his title as the most beautiful courtesan had been snatched away. Today, he had finally got the chance, so he naturally would not let it go.
Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, the other party gritted his teeth and asked unwillingly, "How many spiritual stones do you want?"
Ye Zongheng pretended to be weak and paralyzed on the ground, raised his hand and gestured, "Not many, five thousand spiritual stones will do."
"Five thousand?"
He Zhizhou was probably shocked by this number, and took out his wallet to weigh it. After a very intense ideological struggle, he handed the wallet to him and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I don't have that much, you can take it yourself."
Poor ghost.
Ye Zongheng sneered in his heart, and reluctantly propped himself up and sat on the ground, raised his hand to take the wallet.
Unexpectedly, He Zhizhou did not let go.
He frowned, impatiently increased his strength, and pulled the wallet towards himself.
Then at the same time, He Zhizhou's earth-shaking voice rang in his ears: "Help! Steal my money! What are you doing with my wallet!!!"
Haha, you didn't expect it! Idiot!
He Zhizhou's face was terrified, but his eyes were full of arrogant sneers.
What was his job before he traveled through time? Actor! This brat, today I will let you see what "Actor's Self-cultivation" is!
The situation instantly reversed.
Ye Zongheng: Damn.
Unlike Ye Zongheng who pretended to be weak and twitching, He Zhizhou's voice was full of energy, and it also contained a little panic and helplessness, as if he would burst into tears in the next moment, which was very pitiful.
So the pedestrians coming and going stopped and looked in the direction of the two of them.
Ye Zongheng was speechless, and in a trance he heard someone pointing at him and saying, "Robbing money in the street is really a scum! Look at the sword on his waist, which sect is he from?"
He almost vomited blood when he heard it. When one plan failed, he came up with another one.
Since He Zhizhou was determined to drag him down, don't blame him for being rude!
This thought flashed through his mind, and Ye Zongheng's brows sank. The spiritual energy around him surged, and the sword intention suddenly emerged. He Zhizhou noticed it and felt a little panicked.
No way, could it be that because he had outwitted him, Ye Zongheng was so angry that he wanted to fight directly?
Not really, big brother! It was obviously you who tried to touch him first!
Ye Zongheng's cultivation had reached the level of Yuanying, so he, a little Jindan who only knew how to make a living by drawing water, was naturally no match for him.
Just when he was about to flee in panic, the opponent's sword energy had already shown a momentum of a storm. After a short pause, it poured out like a tidal wave and hit directly -
Ye Zongheng himself.
He Zhizhou was stunned.
Ye Zongheng was thrown back like he was on a pirate ship. He was hit in the air and fell to the ground in a muddy posture after a gorgeous 360-degree turn.
Then he twitched like a broken rag doll and raised his right hand with all his strength: "I just stole your money... Why did you kill me..."
After saying that, his throat felt hot and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
——Haha, you didn't expect it! He has this trick! Comparing acting skills with him? Idiot He Zhizhou!
He Zhizhou: ...
He Zhizhou: Damn!!! Are you sick!!!
Ye Zongheng actually hurt the enemy 100 and hurt himself 20,000!
What kind of genius is this! It's unnecessary, it's really unnecessary, brother!
"Help! Someone is being murdered!"
The crowd had never seen such a shocking reversal before. Screams, sighs, and cries for help were heard everywhere.
Ye Zongheng was still lying there, twitching constantly, occasionally spitting out a mouthful or two of foamy blood.
He Zhizhou was in the center of the storm, with nowhere to escape. Many things flashed through his mind in an instant.
His performance of the Basic Law, the history of Chinese television, horror films, comedies, and rural love stories.
After a long journey, he thought there was no way out, but after a dark tunnel, he found a new village.
He still had a way to go!
"I'm going to hit you today!"
Amidst the overwhelming discussion, He Zhizhou took a deep breath and cursed with bloodshot eyes: "If you, a prodigal son, hadn't stolen all the money in the family, would our seriously ill mother have lost her life for no reason!"
The voices of the crowd became quieter.
He Zhizhou was so angry that he continued to curse: "Second brother! I know you like to visit brothels, but our father can't even afford to eat, and he is waiting for the spiritual stones in my purse to save his life! Do you really have the heart to snatch it away and give it all to that little Taohong girl?"
Little Taohong was the fireworks girl whose position as the oiran was squeezed out by He Zhizhou.
But within a few words, the situation was turned upside down again.
People around him cursed angrily: "You have no conscience! If it were me, I would break your bones!"
Some people were even kind-hearted and prepared to raise funds: "I wonder if you have enough spiritual stones in your wallet? It's so pitiful. I still have some spare money here. If you don't mind, take it home and give your father something good to eat."
Ye Zongheng heard the blood spurting out, and he wanted to get up and scold these fools who believed everything they heard.
Now, not only was he beaten to the point of being unable to move, but he was also the one who was condemned and condemned. It was really a loss without compensation. He lost his wife and his army.
He wanted to say a few more words to retort, but suddenly he noticed that the discussion in the crowd had become much quieter. Looking up, he saw that the crowd of onlookers had dispersed to both sides, leaving a clear passage.
A tall and strong young man in black clothes came slowly, took a quick look at the mess on the scene, nodded and said in a deep voice: "You two, I am the criminal officer of the Criminal Court of Luancheng. I heard that there is something strange here, so I came to investigate the situation."
In short, he is the senior inspector of this city.
Ye Zongheng originally only wanted to punish He Zhizhou, but he never expected that this person would come. In a panic, he could only smile awkwardly: "This...is not necessary."
After saying that, he secretly complained to himself that after the two of them made such a fuss, even if he really wanted to investigate, he would not be able to find anything.
Unexpectedly, the young man in black clothes swore: "I have heard the general account of the incident from the bystanders in the city. Although it is complicated, please don't worry."
He said with emphasis, looking up at the flying phoenix statue on the top of the city lord's mansion: "You don't know, because women often go missing in the city, the city lord specially set up a spell on the phoenix statue, which can monitor every move in every corner of the city and reproduce it through the black mirror - look! The eyeball happened to turn to our side, and everything that happened just now must have been recorded carefully."
Spell, monitoring, recording.
He Zhizhou was already scared to vomit.
Looking up along his line of sight, he saw the emerald in the phoenix's eyes staring straight at him, shining brightly in the sunlight.
Who would have thought that after the two of them had been scheming and scheming for so long, they would find that the mantis was catching the cicada while the oriole was behind them, and they were filmed to pieces by the bird with wild laughter: "Haha, you didn't expect it! Luancheng has built-in surveillance cameras!"
I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it.
He Zhizhou trembled all over: "No, no need!"
Ye Zongheng's eyes flickered: "This is too troublesome, why don't we negotiate and solve it privately..."
The criminal envoy was full of righteousness and laughed loudly: "No problem! The way of heaven is clear, people can be deceived, but the heart cannot be deceived. The two of you are arguing so fiercely that it is difficult to distinguish good from evil and truth from falsehood by ordinary means. Today I will make all the truth public and let the evildoer have nowhere to hide!"
As soon as he said this, he took out a mysterious mirror from his storage bag.
Dozens of eyes present stared at the mirror.
First, Ye Zongheng's poor acting skills, before He Zhizhou noticed it, he fell straight on his buttocks.
Then He Zhizhou personally handed him the money bag, and then he shouted with a ferocious face, "Someone stole the money."
The most exciting part was when Ye Zongheng's sword energy surged up and rushed forward like a backflow of water, knocking him away.
The young man spun and flew into the sky, and landed slowly under He Zhizhou's ashen face, his long gown fluttering, like a flower or a dream.
Men would be silent after watching it, and women would cry after watching it. There was no sound at the scene for a moment, and the smile of the criminal envoy dimmed a little as the picture progressed.
I thought it was a tragic story with blood and tears.
In the end, it became a competition of two movie kings showing off their acting skills, rubbing everyone's IQ on the ground.
This act of fraud and counter fraud was played by them brilliantly.
After a long while, someone finally spoke hesitantly:
"Ah, this..."
"The conduct of sword cultivators is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"I wonder which sect these disciples are from, they are really extraordinary - girl, do you know these two?"
Then a familiar female voice followed, indifferent: "I don't know them."
After her, another young man quickly spoke: "Looking at their close relationship, they should be from the same sect. Our Wanjian Sect has always been upright, how could the disciples be like this, haha."
Ye Zongheng's heart sank, and when he looked towards the source of the voice, he saw Su Qinghan and Xu Ye from the same sect.
Seeing him raise his head, the couple turned their heads together tacitly, pretending to be strangers.
He Zhizhou couldn't stop smiling, and he was very proud: "Retribution! How pitiful! The friendship between classmates is so deep! My classmates would never--"
He was speechless before he finished speaking, and froze in place.
After noticing his gaze, his dear classmates, led by Zheng Weiqi, turned their heads away with complicated expressions, pretending to be nothing, looking around.
And their waists were empty, without any trace of swords.
- Why did you bastards hide your swords in the storage bags! In order to cut off ties with him, you don't even want to admit that you are sword cultivators!
"The weather is really nice today."
Zheng Weiqi, who turned her head first, said, "It's suitable for studying. I love studying the most. It's so nice to be well-mannered."
Meng Ju said with regret, "I've heard that sword training is extraordinary. Today I see that it is indeed extraordinary."
The little white dragon blushed, and even the dragon horns were stained with a light pink. When he thought of Brother He's previous behavior, he was so shy that he wanted to cry.
Ningning tilted his head and his eyes shifted from He Zhizhou to Pei Ji next to him: "Making trouble in the street is really too much. Little brother, what do you think?"
Pei Ji: "..."
Pei Ji: "I have never seen such a shameless person."
He Zhizhou's tears were soft and hurt.
Pei Ji! You traitor! Lust makes you lose your mind!!!
"Please come with me,"
said the criminal envoy. "Then we will inform the elders of the sect to come and claim you personally. I wonder which sect you two are from?"
Ye Zongheng pretended to be strong, held back his tears and snorted coldly, "Can't you see? I'm from the Xuanxu Sword Sect, the best in the world."
He Zhizhou's eyes squinted and his mouth twitched. If you didn't know, you would think he came from Xiangya Mountain to cultivate immortality: "Big pot, I'm a disciple of the Wanjian Sect. Can you punish me less lightly later? We in the Wanjian Sect are afraid of pain."