Chapter 181: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
"The martial arts competition was full of ups and downs, and the blind young hero defeated his enemy with one move..." Qu Ziheng read the contents of the martial arts tabloid and laughed, "Xiao He, you have become famous this time. Many people are asking who you are. Many people are optimistic that you will win the championship."
Sometimes, people prefer some twists and turns that are unexpected rather than the conventional hero stories. It is better not to attract people's attention if the handsome blind young swordsman with unknown origins decides the outcome with one move.
Not long after the first day of competition ended, the storytellers in the inn had already started talking about it, and within one night, the story was published in the tabloids.
Yan Yixuan said with a click of the tongue: "Why is there someone envious?"
Qu Ziheng stroked his chin and said, "I am a little envious. Why didn't I think of such a move? It's really stealing the show."
This kind of trick is actually very easy to do, but it is extremely difficult to make people completely unable to react.
Qu Ziheng clapped his hands on the table and looked at Qi He: "I'm really looking forward to competing with you more and more!"
Qi He joked, "Then don't eliminate it too early."
Qu Ziheng was shocked: "Xiao He, you have become immodest!"
You know, in the past Xiao He would only say "in order to compete with Brother Qu." I will definitely do my best' and so on. He is simply the most low-key brother Qu Ziheng has ever seen.
"Master said it doesn't matter if you are not flamboyant at all."
Qi He answered seriously, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
His expression of joy was so vivid that it could be seen at a glance. Fortunately, the white silk was covering it, otherwise the emotion in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows would have certainly seemed strange.
Hearing this, Lin Zhi sat on the chair and smiled without saying anything.
"You really listen to Brother Lin as always," Yan Yixuan sighed, and said with some envy, "I really hope that my future apprentice can be so cute and well-behaved."
Qu Ziheng joked: "No way, lady, how old are you and how many pounds are you thinking of taking in a disciple?"
"Don't look down on me. When Brother Lin accepted Xiao He as his apprentice, he seemed to be younger than I am now, right, Brother Lin?"
After Yan Yixiuan and Qu Ziheng finished speaking, they quickly asked Lin Zhi for confirmation.
Lin Zhi nodded and said, "Indeed."
"Brother Lin is great, but you can't."
Yan Yixiuan raised her hand to hit Qu Ziheng, and Qu Ziheng quickly dodged. Yan Yixiuan's sword was not unsheathed, so it hurt when it hit his body.
"Ah Xun, help me! Yan Yixuan is going to kill someone!"
Qingxun, who was absorbed in reading the medical classics, looked up blankly, looking dazed.
"It's getting late. We should go to the convention site to draw lots."
After hearing Lin Zhi's words, Yan Yixiuan stopped and Qu Ziheng took the opportunity to jump out of the window, hanging on the eaves with a golden hook, and sticking his head out of the window.
"Brother Lin, I'll go first."
Qu Ziheng greeted everyone, made a face at Yan Yixiuan, turned over and left using light skills.
Yan Yixuan stamped her feet in anger: "How childish! What Ziwei Sword? It's just a fool's sword!"
Qingxun comforted him: "Don't be angry, he has always been like this."
Lin Zhi chuckled. People in the know couldn't see it, but he, as an outsider, could see it clearly.
These two people just love to quarrel with each other, and when they are laughing and scolding each other, no one else can interfere.
Qi He heard Lin Zhi's laughter and seemed to be thinking about something.
Master can see other people so clearly, so how about him?
Qi He hopes that his master can see through his thoughts so that he can understand his master's thoughts based on his master's attitude.
But he could not see or feel whether there was any love in those friendships.
With important matters at hand, these thoughts have to be put aside.
Today is the second day and there are still more than fifty contestants left on the field.
However, three quarters of the people were eliminated in one day, and the remaining warriors were all people with some strength, so today's competition would not be a multi-person quick attack, but a draw-and-duel competition, with the winner to be decided within the time limit of two incense sticks.
Unlike the previous day when he played late, Qi He was number 16 this time, competing in the morning, and Qingxun was number 19, also in the morning.
Qu Ziheng is No. 35 and Yan Yixiuan is No. 37, both will compete in the afternoon.
This has always been the convention for martial arts competitions. The more skilled the opponents are, the longer the duel will last. The progress will be very fast in the early stages, but will slow down a lot in the last few days.
Lin Zhi and his companions arrived at the venue of the martial arts competition. There were no marks on the seats in the audience, and they were always kept by whoever grabbed them first. But even though there were many people standing behind them, when Lin Zhi and Qi He arrived, their seats were still empty.
This is an unspoken fact. Whether it is reality or human nature, everyone in the martial arts world has considered it in their hearts. After all, everyone saw Qi He's performance yesterday.
The summer is sultry, and even in the morning, the wind is still dry.
Lin Zhi's hand that was waving the fan never stopped, so when Qi He's cold palm quietly held his hand under his sleeve, Lin Zhi did not refuse. He watched the fight on the stage and acquiesced to Qi He's action.
Qi He's breathing rate unconsciously quickened, but it was not noticeable on his face.
There were many people here and because he had been in the spotlight yesterday, many people were looking in their direction. Qi He even had a prepared speech in his mind, but he didn't expect that the master didn't ask anything and didn't even refuse.
He is no longer a child. It is neither logical nor reasonable for a boy of seventeen or eighteen to hold his master's hand in public.
But his master didn't think so. He even moved his wrist to slide his hand upwards to relieve the heat in other parts of his body.
The young man's wrist was slender and his skin was smooth, and Qi He touched the edge of the silver bell.
This is where the poisonous insects are stored, and it is also the instrument used to control them. It is the lifeblood of the poison master, but the master just lets him touch it at will. Sometimes Qi He would feel dizzy and think that there is no difference between this indulgence and seduction.
Of course, this could also be the result of his deliberate act. Under his intrusion, the master had long been accustomed to his presence and his movements, and therefore exposed his softest part in front of him without any defense.
No matter which situation it was, Qi He felt a little absent-minded.
Fortunately, he couldn't see it and no one noticed that he was distracted.
Of course, except Lin Zhi.
He looked even more relaxed, enjoying the competition with great interest. No one could notice that his hand, hanging by his side, was rubbing against his apprentice's fingers to absorb the coolness.
On the field, a woman with a whip was fighting against Wen Baixin, the young palace master of Diancui Palace. Wen Baixin did not simply use poison. Diancui Palace was famous for poison but it was not the only one. Wen Baixin's weapon was a soft knife entangled with an equally soft and tough whip. The two people were evenly matched.
"Who do you think will win?"
Lin Zhi tilted his head and asked with interest.
The young man's palm, which was hot from the heat, wrapped around the boy's slender fingers, pinching his fingertips and rubbing his sword calluses from time to time.
Qi He almost couldn't sit still, and half of his body was numb.
The master was clearly only rubbing his hands, but it was like rubbing his heart, confusing his mind.
Qi He was paying attention to the field. After listening for a while, he replied, "Right."
Judging from their position, Wen Baixin was on the right.
Qi He distracted his attention by talking: "The attack on the left side seems to be slightly better, but the aura on the right side is more stable, and it is obvious that he is more than capable of handling it."
"The airway on the left side is messy...not quite normal, a little soft and weak, as if it can't breathe. It's very likely that it has been poisoned. The poison must have taken effect for quite some time."
Judge Qi He said that even though he couldn't see it, he still described the situation on the field completely.
The woman with the whip had become a little slow in her movements and her arm was scratched by the soft knife.
She obviously noticed something was wrong, her expression changed slightly and she asked, "When did you poison me?"
"If you knew, I wouldn't be able to get off the stage."
Wen Baixin was still wearing her hat, and her voice was a little cold. She took advantage of the victory and launched a fierce attack.
Lin Zhi had sharp eyes and he knew that Wen Baixin had poisoned the opponent from the beginning of the game.
Her soft knife was pressed against her waist, and when she pulled it out, it cut her sachet. In the first few moves, she deliberately let the knife get entangled, and the powder stuck to the woman's whip, and was inhaled by the woman unconsciously as she swung the whip.
After all, most people wouldn't think that poison would use their own weapons as a medium to achieve the other party's goals.
The outcome was decided within ten moves, and no matter how the woman resisted, she still fell to the ground.
As the gongs and drums sounded announcing the end of the game, Lin Zhi's hand was held by Qi He.
Qi He's palm was big enough to wrap around his hand, and his slightly cool fingertips slid from his fingertips to his palm. He smiled as usual and said, "Master, am I right?"
A subtle tremor spread from the palm of my hand to the tip of my heart, faint but hard to ignore.
Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes and responded with a chuckle.
Soon it was Qi He's turn. He let go of his master's hand with some reluctance and walked onto the stage.
Unlike the previous two screenings, this time the opponents will tell each other their names as a sign of respect, which is the rule of the underworld.
What's more important is that many people or sects can become famous through this, which is extremely important for many small and medium-sized sects and even large sects.
The reason why Lingshan Sect is secluded but still ranked tenth is because some of its disciples traveled around the world from time to time and left behind legends.
"Amaterasu, Daoqi, please teach me."
Dao Qi held the scimitar and clasped his fists towards the young man.
He was also a little overwhelmed. He didn't expect to meet a tough opponent in the third round. However, facing challenges head-on is the character of a martial artist. He would never give up. It would be enough for him to go all out. Moreover, if this person is really strong and can fight with him, it might be one of the things he can brag about in the future.
"Lin He, please teach me."
The young man did not reveal his sect, which surprised many people.
They were still waiting to see what sect or school this boy belonged to, but they didn't expect that he had no sect or school at all. This made them even more curious about the origin of the boy's martial arts, and they couldn't help but guess what kind of martial arts his peculiar sword and strange moves might be.
Taoist Yunxu on the high platform focused his eyes. The word "禾" and the fact that he had eye problems reminded him of an old friend.
That was one of his regrets. He didn't expect that under such circumstances, the young master still couldn't save his life.
He thought again of the various incidents that had occurred in the martial arts world in recent years. His mind was filled with thoughts, but his expression remained calm.
Dao Qi took the first step. His martial arts was to use offense as defense. He swung his scimitar, cold as ice, towards the young man.
He knew that the boy's movements were cunning, so he was on guard against missing his attack. However, he did not expect that the boy did not dodge, but blocked it with his sword.
The blades collided and then quickly passed by each other, creating some sparks.
Because the other party used the same knife, Qi He also used the same knife technique.
This was a move he developed by combining the Haoran Palm and the Hengduan Sword Technique, but he did not want others to see the traces of the Hengduan Sword Technique and expose his identity, so he mixed some of the artistic conception of the Fanhua Sword Technique into it.
Dao Qi was completely confused by the attack and had a great deal of effort to deal with it. It was obvious that the young man's sword energy was full of power in the previous move. He subconsciously blocked the next move but found that the sword energy was suddenly weak, like a fish swimming into water. It was difficult to judge where the sword would land, so he missed.
Dao Qi was badly injured and rushed to meet the enemy again. The young man was unhurried, but he became more and more flustered. He had gradually switched from a fierce attack to defense, because he could not find the right time to attack. The broadsword in the opponent's hand was like a net and a rainbow, leaving him with no choice but to dodge.
Once he lost his strategy, he would be exposed to many flaws. His wrist was numb from the shock and the scimitar flew out of his hand.
Having your weapons destroyed during a war is already a seven point loss.
Anyone could see that he was losing ground, but Dao Qi did not want to give up. He stood up and met the attack with his palm. When he bent down to block the sword, he rolled to the side of the weapon. Just as he was about to pick it up, the scimitar was picked up by the long sword and flew towards him. He did not dare to grab it and dodged.
When the knife fell to the ground, he picked it up at an extremely fast speed, but when he turned around, the long sword was already in front of him.
The sword was not at his neck, but it was more like that.
The sword was snow-white, as if condensing the frost of heaven and earth, reflecting the white silk covering the young man's eyes, making people feel chilled in the midst of peace.
"You lose."
Qi He announced the result calmly. He only used a few percent of his internal strength. In fact, he could have defeated the enemy with one move like last time, but with such internal strength at his age, it would be too easy for those behind him to see through his identity.
He was more flamboyant only because he wanted to be number one, not because he wanted others to know that he was Qi He.
Once he gets the Ice Jade Lotus, even if he doesn't reveal his identity, those who want this medicinal herb or even just lack this medicinal herb will be eager to find him.
Besides, this was just a competition, and he didn't want to ruin others' morale by humiliating them.
Dao Qi remained silent, stood up, clasped his fists, and lightly jumped off the stage.
There were cheers from the audience, and some people were even chanting Lin He's name.
The incense stick was only half burned, and the speed was so fast that everyone was still not satisfied. However, after seeing Qi He's strange knife or sword skills, they were looking forward to Qi He's next duel even more.
While the people below were still fighting, the people above were thinking.
The owner of Yinyue Mountain Villa asked: "Old Taoist priest, you are an expert in swordsmanship, can you see any tricks?"
Taoist Yunxu said: "The sword has some of Huo's meaning in it. I fought with his father in the past. This kid is stronger than his father. But I haven't heard from him for a long time. When did he accept a disciple?"
The Palace Master of Diancui Palace disagreed, "I don't think so. He is holding a knife more than a sword. Chopping, slashing, and shaking are not Huo Wushuang's style. In fact, it is the opposite."
The head of the Wuyun Sect groaned, "I can see some traces of an old friend, but he has disappeared long ago. I'm afraid Brother He still has some impression of him."
He Yanghong, the head of Zuiyue Sect, was puzzled: "I don't remember knowing such a person."
"That's right. There are countless people who have been defeated by Brother He. How can you remember them all?"
The head of the Wuyun Sect said with a smile, but there was something veiled in his words.
He Yanghong curled his lips and said, "It's normal to forget things when you get old. Brother Zhuo has a good memory and remembers everything."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the youngest leader of the Qingying Sect immediately stepped out to smooth things over, saying, "It seems that I am too young to understand the secrets, but this young man is indeed very skilled at such a young age."
While he was still trying to persuade him, the owner of Yinyue Villa had already stood up from his chair.
"Young man, if you have no sect or school, are you willing to join my Silver Moon Villa?"
Yinyue Mountain Villa is good at using hidden weapons, but the owner himself is a straightforward person who cannot hide his true intentions. Whenever he meets a hero, he wants to recruit him and always believes in striking first to gain the upper hand.
Qi He declined: "Thank you for your kindness, Master. Although I don't have a sect, I do have a master, so I have no intention of doing this."
Qi He got off the stage. This time they didn't have to register, as there were special people keeping records.
He walked straight towards the handsome young man in the audience, leaned over and whispered, "Master, let's go back first. I asked someone to prepare an ice basin in the inn. Now is the time to go back to the room to cool down."
The young man no longer needed to repeatedly emphasize that he would only have one master to please him like he did when he was a child. He already had several ways to show that he was single-minded and had no second thoughts.
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