Chapter 183: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
According to the order announced by Miss Liu Wu, the first match is between Wen Baixin and Li Fei.
There is no time limit for the duel, and the result is determined only when one side loses.
Lin Zhi sat in his previous seat and took a sip of cold tea.
This was not the tea sold in nearby teahouses that was specially cooled in cold water, but the tea that Qi He had brewed with ice this morning to help him cool down.
Lin Zhi put the teacup back on the low table beside him and watched Taoist Yunxu walk onto the stage.
The reward for the first place in the martial arts competition is always announced only at this time. Everyone has their own guesses about the prize this time.
Lin Zhi heard the discussion coming from behind: "The last time the martial arts competition gave out a magical weapon, and the one before that was Luo Hou Qi Tu. I think this time it will also be extremely generous."
However, when Taoist Master Yunxu announced that the final prize of this conference was an Ice Jade Lotus, the noise at the scene became noisy.
Someone who has no idea what's going on said: What is Ice Jade Lotus? What is its use?
Someone who knows a thing or two said: The Ice Jade Lotus is neither a profound mental method nor a magical weapon. What’s the use of giving it to the first place?
Some people even said bluntly: This medicinal lotus might be attractive if it is put in the Biyuan Villa Medical Competition, but why should it be taken out at the martial arts competition?
Lin Zhi listened to these voices and looked at Taoist Yunxu.
The Ice Jade Lotus itself is a medicinal lotus, which is considered to be a relatively precious medicinal material. When the lotus is soaked in a special medicinal solution, its shape will slowly change, as if it is covered with a layer of ice, like colored glaze, hence the name.
Once the Ice Jade Lotus is made, its value is more than ten times that of the Medicinal Lotus.
Because of the nature of Ice Jade Lotus, its quality naturally varies. The older it is, the better the medicinal effect.
Although medicinal lotus is precious, it is not difficult to find. Although ice jade lotus is difficult to prepare, there are many pharmacists who can do it. The preciousness of this medicine lies in the accumulation of time.
Qi He told him that the prescription his parents found contained the medicine for forty-year-old Ice Jade Lotus.
Although Bilu Hantian is rare, it does not take forty years to collect a bottle. Therefore, this Ice Jade Lotus is the most difficult one to collect among the seven medicinal ingredients in the prescription. Even if one has extraordinary abilities, if time is insufficient, one can only wait. Those who want to obtain this medicinal lotus will not miss this opportunity.
Of course, this opportunity is not limited to participating in the competition.
Lin Zhi's gaze quickly swept across the faces of everyone present and fell on Taoist Yunxu.
As far as he knew, this Ice Jade Lotus was a treasure of the Seven Stars Sect, or it could be said to be the personal treasure of Taoist Yunxu. It was a bit strange that he took it out as a prize for the martial arts competition this time.
Lin Zhilun determined what Taoist Yunxu should know, but it was hard to say how much he knew. Moreover, Taoist Yunxu's behavior was more like adding fuel to the fire than being generous.
He knew that someone was looking for this thing, and there might be more than one person or more than one force. He deliberately threw the thing out, and the people who wanted it would naturally be lured out.
Even he and Qi He were lured here.
Taoist Master Yunxu ignored the voices below. The old Taoist master was over seventy years old, and a gleam of light flashed in his clear eyes. After he finished speaking with a smile, he returned to the podium and had someone announce the official start of the competition.
Amid the sound of gongs, Wen Baixin and Li Fei came on stage.
Wen Baixin's appearance caused bursts of exclamations. She was not wearing a hat today, and her face, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water but with a bit of coldness and arrogance, was fully revealed.
The clothes she wore today were not the tight-sleeved ones she wore two days ago, but a flowing gauze skirt embroidered with the Dian Cui Palace logo and a long shawl.
The drooping fingers were suddenly touched by someone, and Lin Zhi heard Qi He beside him ask: "Master, judging from the reactions of the people around us, is Miss Wen pretty?"
Lin Zhi responded: "Very good."
From the perspective of appreciating beauty, it is indeed beautiful.
However, Lin Zhi's focus was on her clothes. The tight sleeves that Wen Baixin wore before were not convenient for using clothes as a medium to poison, so she could only use the sachet she carried with her. This dress was different, and she wondered how much poison powder could be hidden in it.
It was hard to say who would win this match, but Lin Zhi felt that Wen Baixin, as a poison expert, was at a disadvantage in a fight against a Beggar Gang disciple who was good at breaking momentum.
As a Gu Master, Lin Zhi likes to attack from behind.
Qi He lowered his eyes: "It's a pity that I can't see. Not only do I not know what others look like, I don't know what I look like either."
Lin Zhi gave him a joking look. Qi He wasn't saying it was a pity that he couldn't see the beauty. He was clearly trying to bring the topic to himself and get him to praise her.
Lin Zhi teased, "Don't worry, you are also very pretty. The fact that your face is covered has already attracted many people. If you untie the white silk, even more people will chase after you."
Qi He said obediently: "I don't need others to chase me, as long as it's not unsightly enough to make Master dislike it."
Fortunately, the place was quite noisy, so the private conversation between the master and the disciple was not overheard by anyone. Otherwise, people who heard it would have found it very strange. The seemingly ordinary conversation was mixed with a sticky feeling that made people's scalps numb.
The game on the field was still going on. Just as Lin Zhi expected, Wen Baixin would have a hard time facing Li Fei.
The long stick turned in Li Fei's hand, jumping, chopping and sweeping, with unstoppable momentum.
Wen Baixin used her shawl as sleeves to roll up the knocked-down soft knife and the stick, but Li Fei rushed over and hit her with a palm.
Wen Baixin took several steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Oh, I really don't have any sympathy for women."
Li Fei shook his head and sighed, then walked forward with a grin on his face, as if he wanted to help Wen Baixin.
But when he took a few steps, he wrapped the stick around Wen Baixin's shawl and tried to throw her off the stage.
"So I had to send you back early."
Wen Baixin used the force to flip several times in the air and injected her internal energy into the shawl, forcing Li Fei to bring her back to the ring.
She used the scarf as a weapon and exchanged more than ten moves with Li Fei in a short period of time, and found the right opportunity to wrap her arms around Li Fei's neck.
Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes. He had very good eyesight. It seemed that Wen Baixin's move was intended to strangle Li Fei, but her gauze had already rubbed against Li Fei's mouth and nose. Li Fei tore at the cloth, and even though he held his breath in time, he still took a big breath.
Lin Zhi leaned slightly to the side and reminded: "If she can make it to the last round, don't let her silk get close to you."
"According to Master, the winner has been decided?"
Qi He hadn't noticed it yet, and from what he could tell, Wen Baixin was weaker.
"That depends on what kind of poison she used."
If the dose is too light, it may be ineffective; if the dose is too heavy, it may poison people to death, which would be a big problem.
The two fought back and forth on the ring, and as time went by, Wen Baixin gradually fell behind.
She was hit on the leg by the stick and it was difficult for her to dodge.
The Palace Master of Diancui Palace high up could not sit still and stood up to look at his daughter.
For the spectators, the outcome of this competition has already been decided.
Unexpectedly, just when Wen Baixin was about to lose after playing for almost two hours, the situation on the field suddenly reversed.
Li Fei's whole body was paralyzed and his hands and feet were out of control.
Wen Baixin walked forward and put the knife to his neck.
Li Fei admitted defeat neatly: "I lost."
When leaving the arena, Li Fei was carried off by the disciples of the Wuyun Sect because he was unable to move.
Wen Baixin went straight to the doctor at Biyuan Villa to heal her injuries, as the last round would not give her a chance to recuperate.
It was already noon, time for everyone to eat, but someone was already urging Qi He and He Zhenghang to start quickly.
It’s okay to skip a meal, they are waiting to watch the competition.
Amidst such calls, Qi He and He Zhenghang stood up.
Under everyone's gaze, Qi He did something that stunned everyone.
He took off his broadsword, placed it in his master's hand, and walked towards the ring with steady steps.
"This kind of competition doesn't involve weapons?"
"Are you humiliating He Shaoxia?"
"Wow, so crazy, it's really the spirit of youth."
"Don't let yourself get beaten and cry. It will be embarrassing if you try to be tough."
Yan Yixiuan and Qu Ziheng looked at each other from a distance and saw the worry and confusion on each other's faces.
They didn't know why Xiaohe did this, but since Brother Lin had acquiesced, there must be some meaning behind it, right?
He Yanghong on the high platform didn't look very happy, and frowned and said, "What does this young boy mean by looking down on us, Zuiyue Sect?"
Going on stage without a sword was a blatant mockery, as if to say that there was no need for weapons to defeat him, the Zuiyue Sect.
The head of the Wuyun Sect said cheerfully, "Brother He, it's really beneath your dignity to argue with a child."
He Yanghong was unhappy and stared at the field.
He Zhenghang's expression on the ring had long since darkened. He looked at the boy opposite him and sneered, "Little blind man, swords have no eyes. You are unarmed. Don't say I bullied you when the time comes."
Qi He nodded: "Please teach me."
Even though Wu Feng had not told him to use the Haoran Palm to defeat He Yanghong's apprentice, Qi He knew that if he did so, Wu Feng would be happier, and his spirit in heaven would be more pleased.
Qi He was born into a family of martial artists, and the words "faith and loyalty" have long been engraved in his bones. The relationship between master and disciple is the most special of all relationships in the martial arts world. However, Qi He sometimes feels that he is being too righteous. He respects the teachers who taught him, but has very disrespectful thoughts towards his master.
Based on the rules of the martial arts world, He Zhenghang also bowed and then drew his sword impatiently, wanting to teach this blind man who looked down on him a lesson.
Qi He raised his hand and started to use a palm technique.
It may seem that you are at a disadvantage when fighting against a sharp weapon with bare hands, but in fact it is not the case. When you raise your palm and gather your energy, the internal energy will cover your palm.
The Zuiyue Sect's swordsmanship is known for its elegance and lightness. It is not as fancy as the Fanhua swordsmanship, but it is also somewhat mysterious and strange.
But He Zhenghang found that he couldn't touch his opponent almost every time, even if that person was a blind man.
Qi He's movements were extremely fast and powerful, pushing and clapping. He Zhenghang retreated repeatedly, pushed away with his sword, and made a feint with the tip of his sword pointing directly at Qi He's eyes.
Qi He dodged, but the back of the white silk was still cut, so that the white silk fell off, revealing his entire face.
Qi He's lightness skill was outstanding. He held the white silk in his hand and even had the leisure to hold it in his arms, as if he was afraid that it would get dirty.
He Zhenghang was so angry that he felt dizzy and felt very aggrieved.
During the fight, he gradually discovered that the boy's inner strength was unfathomable, and might even be superior to his. He might lose the match, but why should he suffer such humiliation?
He Zhenghang gritted his teeth and stepped forward, but the young man did not retreat but instead gathered his energy with both palms, slapped his sword, and then struck He Zhenghang's left shoulder. The sound of breaking air and the rustling of clothes was like a death warrant.
Looking at the swiftly performed Nineteen Haoran Styles, the head of the Wuyun Sect let out a sigh of relief.
It really is the shadow of an old friend.
When he hadn't become the head of the sect yet, he had fought with Wu Feng and unfortunately was defeated by him. They made a one-year agreement, but Wu Feng disappeared the next year. After asking around, he learned that Wu Feng went to challenge He Yanghong, but was beaten out of the mountains by him.
The forest was full of miasma and there was no way to find it. After so many years, he was quite relieved that his successor showed up in this way.
The head of the Wuyun Sect glanced at the young man below the stage. He didn't quite understand the reason behind this, but he didn't intend to delve into it.
He Zhenghang felt the fierceness of the young man's palm, which also contained a domineering internal force, which made his arm numb with pain and the blood in his body surge. Before he could react, the young man hit him in the heart with a palm, leaving blood on his lips.
He Zhenghang had no doubt that if the young man was more decisive, he could shatter his heart meridians and make him a cripple.
“I lost.”
He Zhenghang's face turned pale, filled with resentment and humiliation.
This person is much younger than him, yet he has such terrifying strength.
"In the past, your master beat my master down from the mountains. As his student, I followed his wishes and competed with you, but you are just so-so. I will pay you a visit some other day to learn from Master He's strength."
Qi He leaned forward, his lifeless eyes seemed even darker because of the backlight, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he was still gentle and polite even when saying such words.
It was as if he was not going to provoke, but to reminisce about the past.
Qi He got off the stage and changed his attitude. He handed the torn white silk from his arms to his master.
"It should still work, Master. Please help me tie it. My hands really hurt when I use my palms."
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