There is bound to be some unrest late at night.
Next to the main hall is another hill.
The Chenxin Hall is managed by Wu Xuan, the deputy sect leader, and is also where disciples who practice the ruthless sword technique usually stay.
Wu Xuan looked at his new disciple and sighed, "You were too impetuous today."
As a master, he could naturally see He Song's efforts, and he also knew how much the other party cared about this competition. Losing to a third-level Qi Refining cultivator was something he had not expected.
However, the most taboo thing in cultivation is unstable Tao heart, and the second is underestimating the enemy.
He has been walking this path for hundreds of years and has seen too many people. It is not uncommon for people with lower realms to kill those with higher realms.
Wu Xuan's light words made He Song uncontrollably frightened.
He naturally thought of the daughter of the sect leader on the stage today, and interpreted Wu Xuan's short line of words as a disguised warning.
Yes, it is fair, but there is no absolute fairness in the world.
Tianyan Sect was indeed not short of money, so He Song stood under the palace. The Night Pearl made it impossible for him to hide. He lowered his head and spoke after a long while: "Disciple knows his mistake."
He Song bent his back slightly, looked at his cloth shoes, and spoke word by word.
Wu Xuan looked at He Song, who looked confused, and was silent for a long time. "Starting tomorrow, you will go to the Refining Pool to sharpen your sword for three days."
He Song paused, took a deep breath, and finally mustered the courage to raise his head.
The Refining Pool is where sword-cultivating disciples sharpen their swords.
At least two to three hundred swords were broken every day, and sometimes as many as five to six hundred.
The pool of water contained spiritual energy, but the sword itself carried a murderous aura, so the person sharpening the sword would often be hurt while doing so.
Looking at Wu Xuan who was about to leave, He Song's hand tightened slightly, and he said in a tight voice: "Master, wait a minute, I still have something unclear. Please explain it to me."
Immediately afterwards, He Song lowered his head again and bent his waist again.
"You want to ask me, if the Sect Leader's daughter hadn't been on the same stage with you today, would I still have punished you for this?"
Wu Xuan could see what the young man was thinking. He simply felt that his master was being a bit fair, but that was not the main reason why he punished He Song.
As for Ning Wan, neither they nor Zixiu expected her to win.
Zixiu asked her to participate in the competition just to use it as an excuse to bring Shen Jinggu and her closer, and by the way, let Shen Jinggu help Ning Wan with her homework.
Unexpectedly, although Shen Jinggu never said anything on the surface, he secretly helped her.
They were not stupid, so they could naturally see the shock in Ning Wan's eyes when she threw the third talisman, but they did not break it because they thought it was within the rules.
Wu Hui thought about it and his eyes fell on He Song again.
"Do you know the difference between the ruthless and compassionate ways?"
Wu Hui didn't directly answer He Song's question. He just looked at the silent man and said helplessly again: "Although I teach you to cultivate the way of ruthlessness, I don't mean to ask you to be so heartless that you don't care about the friendship between fellow disciples."
"You feel like you have nothing to worry about, so you choose the ruthless path without any burden."
"But the ruthless way doesn't really require you to be ruthless, it requires you to..."
Wu Hui's voice suddenly stopped, and he chuckled: "Forget it, it can't be explained in just a few words, you can figure it out slowly by yourself."
He Song's clenched hands slowly loosened, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Xuan's face. He said calmly, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand."
The master's words were very clear. He simply felt that he had made a fatal move today.
But isn't it a respect for his opponent that he gives his all?
Does he have to lower his own strength just because the other party is at the third level of Qi Refining?
He Song couldn't understand why they were punishing him for the fact that his sword didn't hit Ning Wan's vitals?
If Wu Hui knew that his words would be misinterpreted in this way, he would definitely pull He Song aside for a long talk all night long.
He Song is too arrogant.
Since he didn't do very well in the literary examination, he hoped to make a name for himself in the martial arts examination. Unexpectedly, he was defeated by Ning Wan.
For him, this was nothing more than a feeling of shame, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
It also caused him to make two more mistakes, giving other monks a chance to perform in vain.
He subconsciously ignored the rules of the martial arts test - to stop when the time was right.
If it weren't for that talisman, He Song wouldn't have had the chance to say those two words to Wu Hui.
The inner disciples of Tianyan Sect all have their own small courtyards. Although they are not very big and are only separated from other cultivators by a wall, this is enough. At least it is better than the four-person or six-person rooms for the outer disciples.
After returning to the yard, He Song swung his sword in the yard as usual.
Every move he made was performed with extreme standard, as if only high-intensity training could make him temporarily forget the bad things that happened today.
However, tonight He Song was not the only one stuck in a dead end, Ning Wan was also on the same stage with him.
Ning Wan looked at her precious bookshelf, and her mind had already begun to pre-set dozens or even hundreds of ways to ask for words from Chen Jinggu.
[Host, how about we forget about it and go down the mountain to buy it when we have time?]
Looking at the host who kept his eyes open and refused to sleep, Xiao Qi felt a little helpless.
The male protagonist's conscience really doesn't hurt. If he had kept one copy, the host might have been able to get over this hurdle. Now... he just hopes that the male protagonist didn't burn those letters directly.
Ning Wan was weak and drowsy, but she struggled to keep her eyes open and murmured, "...a rare copy, with notes on it. Even after buying it, it's different."
Xiao Qi thought about it and said comfortingly: [Maybe the hero just wants to take it home to read slowly, and will return it after reading it.]
"real?"
[Well, didn't the host say that the male protagonist is your confidant? Then the male protagonist will definitely not take your words seriously.]
[Go to sleep, go to sleep. When the host wakes up, go to the male protagonist and mention it. Maybe the male protagonist will be returned to the host.]
Ning Wan was half-believing and half-doubting, but when she thought about what Xiao Qi had said before, that the male protagonist had been reading the memorial for a long time, she began to believe it a little.
He wouldn't take her words for himself just because he likes them, right?
With such thoughts in mind, Ning Wan finally couldn't resist the tiredness and slowly fell asleep.
Xiao Qi's heart tensed up for a moment, but he retracted the consciousness that had just been extended and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the male protagonist did not really say those words.
Just looking at Shen Jinggu sitting at the desk, seriously studying those words, Xiao Qi couldn't help but:
Is the male protagonist taking this too seriously? The original "playthings lose ambition" is scary enough, and now there is another...
It’s really hard to imagine.
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