Chapter 182: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
Lin Zhi did not stay in the inn for long. He moved to a house in the city and sent someone to inform Qu Ziheng and the others.
Unlike yesterday, Qi He is even more famous today. Many people know that they are staying in this inn, so it is inevitable that they will get into trouble.
They are not enemies, but there are definitely people who come here to join in the fun or who hope to have a competition.
The handkerchiefs, letters or notes they found at the door this morning might be doubled tomorrow morning, and some were visiting cards from the sect.
As Lin Zhi expected, when Qu Ziheng and the others came in the evening, they told them about the scene at their room door. Knowing that they had checked out early, many people were extremely disappointed.
"Even the senior brother asked me about your situation, but I really don't know. Brother Lin, why don't you also establish your own sect? Then you can tell everyone that I have a senior brother who is the leader. How impressive!"
“If anyone dares to mess with me in the future, I will say that he is blind and doesn’t know who I am. My senior brother is the leader of the Qingying Sect, my eldest brother is Lin Zhi, Lin He is my younger brother, the genius doctor Qingxun is my good friend, and that idiot Jian was defeated by me. They must be so scared that they hold their heads and beg for mercy!”
Yan Yixiuan suggested with a little excitement. The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She had already imagined how she would be like in the future when she would use her name to roam the world.
"When did I lose to you? How come such a powerful female knight doesn't have her own name? Then I will mercifully give you a few names, such as the short sword, the sword around the neck, and the sword that hurts when you pinch. You can choose one yourself."
Qu Ziheng counted on his fingers, raised his chin and looked at Yan Yixiuan.
"It seems like you want to have a taste of my dragon claw hand. I'll strangle you to death!"
Yan Yixiuan raised her hand, and Qu Ziheng ran away, running up and down the courtyard.
There is simply no peace when the two of them are together, and everyone has gotten used to it.
Qingxun blushed a little at Yan Yixuan's boasting of a 'miracle doctor', and belatedly asked, "Does Ziheng admit that he is a fool sword?"
Lin Zhi smiled and said, "It's the same fun as the short sword."
Qingxun couldn't help laughing and said, "Yixuan would make a scene if she heard it."
Qi He was somewhat helpless, his master had said it so clearly, yet Qingxun hadn't noticed it at all, let alone the atmosphere between the two good friends.
It cannot be said that they are too slow. If they were not generous, they would not have been accepted so easily and walked with them as master and disciple.
Among these four people, only Jiang Yan is the most thoughtful, but he never shows up.
Lin Zhi also thought of this, but did not bring up Jiang Yan. He just said, "It is not suitable for me to establish a sect. Xiao He and I will just be idle and free."
Qi He had the same smile on his face as his master, and his smile deepened when he heard the words.
"As for where we came from, you will eventually know."
Lin Zhi's fingers stroked the silver bell on her wrist and she smiled at them.
"Heroes don't care about their origins. We are on the same path as you, Brother Lin. Nothing else matters."
Qingxun knew clearly that the poison Lin Zhi gave him was not from Diancui Palace, and there was rarely any record of it in their Biyuan Villa. Perhaps Lin Zhi came from a secluded sect, or perhaps from outside the Central Plains, because the one who used poison was obviously not from a famous and upright sect, but Qingxun did not care about these.
When they were together, they could feel that Master Lin Zhi and his apprentice had no bad intentions, and that was enough.
I guess I’m not that slow, Lin Zhi thought, and nodded with a smile.
The summer desserts that Qi He had the kitchen prepare were just served. At his invitation, Yan Yixiuan and Qu Ziheng immediately ran back and ate while chatting.
Qi He's name has appeared on the list of winners, and some people have already placed their bets.
"I also followed suit secretly, betting half on Xiao He and half on Qu Ziheng. This way, no matter which one of you wins, I won't lose."
Yan Yixiuan is aware of her own abilities. She should be able to make it into the top ten, but it might be difficult for her to go further.
"There are only a few popular ones at the moment, including He Zhenghang from Zuiyue Sect, Qu Ziheng from Qixing Sect, Wen Baixin from Diancui Palace, Li Fei from Beggars' Sect, Xiao He, and Ying Shuang from an unknown sect."
Qu Ziheng said: "How stupid! If neither of us wins, won't your money just go down the drain?"
Yan Yixuan turned slightly to the side: "Pah, pah, pah, what a crow's mouth!"
Qu Ziheng stopped smiling and reminded her seriously, "You were not here this afternoon so you didn't see the Ying Shuang and Li Fei she was talking about. But Xiao He, you have to be careful, they are not simple characters."
The Beggars' Sect is an extremely special gang. As the name suggests, they rarely appear in major martial arts events, but their presence is everywhere.
The disciples of the Beggars' Sect are the most free and easy-going, and their Dog Beating Stick Technique and Drunken Fist are world-famous.
"As for Ying Shuang, I don't know what sect he belongs to. He uses a spear. He also didn't introduce himself, just his name. He didn't attract much attention at first, but he became more eye-catching during the competition this afternoon."
Qi He nodded: "Okay, I will pay more attention, you should be careful too."
"Of course, we agreed to fight, I won't break my promise!"
Qu Ziheng picked up the bowl and ate the ice cream in it in big mouthfuls. As he spoke, he seemed to be drinking in a heroic manner.
The night wind blew through the bamboo planted in the yard, making a rustling sound.
Before leaving, Yan Yixuan sighed, "I really want to be with Brother Lin every summer."
Several people looked strange after hearing this, only Qingxun asked why without knowing the reason.
"Haven't you noticed? There are no bugs here. Brother Lin doesn't attract mosquitoes at all. Those annoying things always like to bite me. Sometimes, even burning herbs and fumigating them doesn't work."
Yan Yixiuan complained with a sad face, hating those things to the core.
Even though she was a martial artist, she couldn't do anything if a mosquito bit her in the middle of the night.
Qi He said in a gentle voice: "I have some insect repellent sachets here. I'll give you one later."
He almost thought it meant something else. Yan Yixiuan went from friend to hateful and then back to friend in just two sentences.
Lin Zhi didn't think that Yan Yixiuan liked him, because he knew very well that Yan Yixiuan didn't have such thoughts. He just subconsciously thought about the Gu, thinking that she had noticed something.
Not to mention that he had a Gu on him, even if he didn't carry it with him, the poisonous smell from his blood was enough to cleanse his whole body.
"Thank you, Xiaohe!"
Yan Yixiuan's eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together and bowed.
Qu Ziheng groaned and said, "You must have eaten too much sugar on a daily basis, otherwise how could you attract so many bugs? Be careful that you get a toothache again and ask A Xun to prescribe medicine for you."
"Qu Ziheng! You're the only one who talks too much!"
Two figures jumped over the wall one after the other and left. Qingxun said goodbye slowly and walked out of the gate.
"Master, it's getting late. Go to bed early."
Qi He said this and walked into Lin Zhi's room.
Of course, he didn't stay here, he just wanted to help his master melt the ice and cool down his body after he finished bathing.
Qi He couldn't see it, so he waited quietly outside the bathroom, listening to the faint sound of water in the room.
The boy's face was calm, but the fabric beneath him was slightly raised.
He was already accustomed to this situation, with a faint smile on his lips. He waited until his master was about to come out before he calmly used his energy to suppress the restlessness in his body.
He didn't often block his sperm orifices like this, but occasionally he would do it at night in response to his master's voice or in a dream, so that the sticky fabric would seep out the next day.
Perhaps the rapid improvement of his internal strength in the past few years was due to the influence of his master. If it weren't for the inertia of suppressing his luck, his cultivation speed would probably not have been so fast.
Thinking of this, Qi He couldn't help but laugh.
"What did you think of that made you laugh so happily?"
Lin Zhi walked out with wet hair and saw the joy on Qi He's face.
"I thought of some things in the past."
Qi He took the clean towel from Lin Zhi's hand and wiped his hair after he entered the room.
Lin Zhi didn't ask any more questions. He sat in the chair comfortably enjoying his apprentice's service and thinking about the secret arrangements.
He always believed that knowing both oneself and the enemy would ensure victory, so he checked the background of many people.
He hadn't noticed the man named Ying Shuang before. It seemed that he was a dark horse like Qi He. He wondered if this man's target was also Bing Yulian.
In the cool and comfortable environment, the hand that wiped the black hair moved gently, pressing the acupoints with just the right amount of force, causing the heat-averse Lin Zhi to close her eyes unconsciously.
In the past, he would not have been so careless.
But he had long been accustomed to Qi He's presence, and his body had become familiar with and accepted Qi He before his mind had. In addition, he still had 01 in his mind, who would definitely remind him when something happened, making him even more relaxed.
Listening to his master's breathing, Qi He moved more lightly.
His fingertips slid down the young man's face and landed on his neck.
It took him a long time to get his master used to him touching his neck in his sleep, and across that line was the familiar chest.
He leaned his head against her, he touched her with his face, but he never used his hands, his lips, or anything else.
Outrageous thoughts rolled through his mind, but in order to avoid waking up his master, Qi He simply rubbed and fiddled with it with his fingertips for a few times, then withdrew his hand and carried his master to rest.
The sun was scorching in early autumn, and only because the competition provided free tea and was exciting enough did many people stay.
After several rounds of competition, people kept losing. Qingxun lost on the day of Qi He's competition. After all, he was a doctor, and it was good enough that he could hold on until now.
Just as Yan Yixiuan expected, she was at the end of the top ten.
But it was not the tenth but the ninth, which made her happy for a long time.
There are only six people left, who are the six favorites to win the championship according to the betting.
Qi He, Qu Ziheng, Ying Shuang, Li Fei from the Beggars' Sect, He Zhenghang, the eldest disciple of Zuiyue Sect, and Wen Baixin, the young master of Diancui Palace.
"Tomorrow is a new round of duels. The six heroes are so impressive that drawing lots to rank them is bound to be boring. How about I come up with something new?"
After Taoist Master Yunxu announced the names of the six people, he stroked his snow-white beard and chatted with everyone with a smile.
This aroused the curiosity of many people, and many people who were about to leave sat back down.
A burly man said, "Master, please don't keep us in suspense. Tell us quickly."
Taoist Yunxu raised his hand, and someone put three things on the stage. Everyone looked up and saw that they were three copper pots with ear hooks.
"Here are six arrows with the names of several heroes hidden in them. Why don't we ask someone to play pot tossing? One arrow will go into one ear, and then the two heroes in the same pot can learn from each other."
Taoist Yunxu raised his hand, revealing six unsharpened feather arrows that looked exactly the same.
Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows. This was an interesting idea. Although the probability was the same, it increased the fun and expectations.
The people below cheered, and even the several leaders on the platform were excited. This was beyond their expectations, and they didn't know there was such a thing.
Someone asked: "Who will play the pot-tossing game?"
"Everyone here is a martial arts hero, so pitching pots is no problem for you. How about inviting Miss Liu Wu from Yinyue Villa to play?"
Miss Liu Wu, who was sitting next to her mother, stood up in surprise when her name was suddenly called.
She is six years old this year and has just started to learn martial arts. However, Yinyue Villa is famous for its hidden weapons. Needles and arrows are toys she has played with since she was a child. Tossing pots is not too difficult for her, but seeing so many people looking at her, she nodded excitedly and nervously.
The owner of Manor Liu, who was sitting on the stage, said with a smile: "The old Taoist priest has invited me so kindly, so how can I refuse?"
Manor Master Liu used his Qinggong skills to scoop up his daughter from the stage, put her on the stage, and then sat back in his seat.
After determining the distance, Miss Liu Wu reached into the quiver and took an arrow.
The six arrows were already messed up when they were placed in the tube, and Taoist Yunxu even shook it deliberately.
The little girl had excellent aim, and it didn't take long before the ear hooks of the three copper pots were all pierced with arrows.
Amid the cheers, the little girl blushed and ran to the copper pot at the signal of Taoist Yunxu, broke open the arrow and read out the name.
"Young Master Wen Baixin versus Young Master Li Fei."
"Young Master Lin He versus Young Master He Zhenghang."
"Young Master Ying Shuang versus Young Master Qu Ziheng."
Lin Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard the list of candidates for the competition. He came at the right time. Now Qi He didn't have to go out of his way to find He Zhenghang for the competition.
It was He Yanghong who pushed Wu Feng off the cliff. He hoped that Qi He could defeat He Yanghong's beloved disciple, and the opportunity just happened to come to him.
Taoist Master Yunxu read the names of the duels again and said, "The winners will be the top three in this martial arts competition. The three victorious young heroes will have a one-day defending match to compete for the top spot."
This is the rule of the martial arts tournament. After repeated individual competitions, the three strongest people will take turns to defend the ring in a non-stop fighting match.
If there is anything more exciting than a fight between two masters, it must be a fight between three masters.
When the day comes, whoever is still standing on the stage will be the champion.
That person will be recognized by the martial arts world as the best of the younger generation, and may also be the best in the world in the future.
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