Chapter 40: Don’t try to scam me!
With his own fan pressed against his throat, Chen Jinghao leaned against the peach tree, his Adam's apple slowly sliding up and down.
He held on for only a moment and then quickly let go. He turned the fan in his hand and handed it back, putting away his broken wooden sword. Seeing that the person leaning against the tree didn't move for a long time, he asked in doubt, "Young Sect Master?"
He shouldn't have done anything so fatal that people couldn't stand up.
Exhaling, taking the folding fan, Chen Jinghao stood up by himself, supporting himself with the tree trunk.
Very good, everyone is fine.
More important than the person was the clip on his head. Putting away his sword, Lin Zhusheng took off the clip and lowered his head to look at it over and over again.
I think I encountered this when I was pressed against the tree just now. Fortunately, everything was fine and the clip was still intact, so he put the thing back on his head.
After a competition, the person who was most concerned about the clip actually saw that it was just an ordinary thing. Chen Jinghao's folding fan fell casually into his palm and said, "If it breaks, I'll compensate you with another one."
Lin Zhusheng: "That's different, this is a gift from my senior brother."
Big Brother?
Chen Jinghao felt that it was a bit strange that two men would give each other such things. But this matter had nothing to do with him, so he said no more.
Free after-sales service has been provided, and the Great Elder is probably still waiting for him to return. Lin Zhusheng waved his hand and said, "That's it for now, I'll leave first?"
"tomorrow."
As soon as he turned around, he heard a voice behind him, so he turned his head. Chen Jinghao stood up straight, brushed off the leaves on his body, and said, "Let's do it again tomorrow."
If it weren't for that last move, he thought he might have a chance of winning.
Lin Zhusheng's mouth twitched, "Come again?"
I didn't realize this person has such a strong desire to win.
I should have added some water earlier. In a strange way, he subtly understood the feelings of the subordinates and bosses who had played business ball with his father before.
If I lose, I go home crying and feel unwilling to accept the result. If I win, I suspect my subordinates of deliberately letting me win. It's very difficult to deal with.
There is only one free after-sales service, and there must not be a second time. He declined politely and said, "The Great Elder will not be on duty tomorrow, so I will not come here."
Chen Jinghao offered one hundred gold.
As if the God of Wealth had arrived, Lin Zhusheng quickly made an appointment for the same time and place tomorrow, showing his professionalism. Any slower would be disrespectful to the one hundred gold.
After the deal was done, he reminded the good man not to run away with the order. He straightened his clothes and walked away with a happy pace.
Then he turned back halfway and picked up the forgotten kitten with a numb face, and this time he finally left.
He sat in the meeting hall for most of the day today. His biggest gain was one hundred gold and a promise from the chief elder to support the church. The rest included fruits for tea break at the elders' table.
That pile of stuff was all high-quality good stuff, but actually not many people ate them. Some people wanted to eat them but didn't because of face, and in the end they went into his pocket and became the raw materials for the next batch of snacks.
He was reminded by the Great Elder in the morning and had some vague ideas. After the competition in the afternoon, he happily did not go to the mountain to pick up trash, but went back to practice sword.
After he had his mind fixed on something, he didn't understand how to practice sword-fighting, and instead did things in a weird way. According to Xiaomao, his sword-fighting was like a high priest performing a ritual.
High Priest Lin hit the kitten on the head.
The next day, the high priest had to go out to make money at the same time, so he got up early and practiced swordplay.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, covering the woods. The mist condensed into drops and fell on the newly grown branches and leaves.
The wooden sword swept through the air, and the sword energy it brought broke through the mist, causing the branches and leaves on both sides to tremble.
After breaking through the mist, the tip of the sword pointed directly at a peach leaf on the peach branch at the end, and then quickly retracted before hitting it, making a sound of breaking through the air.
The sword was retracted, but the leaves continued to tremble. The dewdrops on them shook and finally slid down from the tips of the leaves and fell silently to the ground.
It's not easy to keep this little thing in its original state.
After putting away his sword and squatting on the ground looking at the ground that was already soaked by the morning mist for a while, Lin Zhusheng finally clapped his hands, stood up, took out his big sword and sat on it.
He went to work to spar with the wealthy young master.
The result was no different from before. Although he wanted to learn to play business ball, he really couldn't control it. There was no suspense at all about the young master's defeat.
The young master is very competitive, he must win once, if he loses he will make an appointment for the next time.
It was a sect competition. To be honest, Lin Zhusheng felt that he was busier than the participating disciples. They were fighting inside and he was fighting outside. He worked every day without rest and had to be on duty on time.
He practiced with the young master for a few days as the competition lasted. On the second to last day before the competition ended, he once again pushed the young master to the ground. He withdrew his hand, wiped the non-existent sweat, turned around and asked, "Young master, will you come tomorrow?"
Otherwise, don’t come. Although making money is fun, it cannot resist making money every day. He was paid 100 gold for a match of sparring, and he felt a little guilty about the money he earned.
"You see, people don't just focus on one aspect of ability," he patted his shoulder while thinking, and said, "Your cultivation is acceptable, and you also have a talent for refining weapons. Overall, you are already very impressive."
To show his approval, he also raised his thumb.
Accustomed to the compliments, Chen Jinghao didn't care. He just realized what he meant and asked, "What do you have to do tomorrow?"
Lin Zhusheng scratched his head and said, "It's okay."
He had already completed the basic tasks in the task center, and no new tasks had been added yet. Instead of going to the mountains to pick up trash, he might as well just take advantage of the elders' tea break. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be practicing swordsmanship all day tomorrow.
It's okay, he's just worried about the man's wallet and brain. Instead of looking for a pretty female senior sister, spending money to get beaten every day, this hobby is a bit too niche.
The young master, who has a strong desire to win, will try again tomorrow.
If you have money but don't make it, you're a fool. Lin Zhusheng handed over a sweet snack, hoping to soothe the bitter heart after losing the game, and said, "Okay."
Chen Jinghao took it and ate it, resting his hands on the ground, leaning back casually, frowning and saying, "So sweet."
On the last day of the competition, disciples from each sect competed to select the top five. All participating sect leaders and elders were present, making it the day with the most people present.
The able-bodied Lin Anan sat in the back and quietly helped the great elder finish his tea break.
The topic during the competition was nothing more than the results of the competition, saying which sect fell behind this year compared to previous years, which sect was unusually rapid, and now there was also the news that something was very wrong with the young master of the Weapon Sect.
For so many days, he did not harass the beautiful sisters and junior sisters from other sects even once. It was as if his prestige had been dampened. He looked less assertive than before and often appeared to be daydreaming as if he was thinking about something.
During the half-time break, the daydreaming man suddenly came to his senses and stood up from his seat.
Except for the people around, no one noticed that there was a missing person behind the elders' seats.
On the last day of the competition, everyone was curious about which sect's disciple would come out on top. The venue was packed with people, but it was very deserted outside, and no one could be seen at a glance.
Lin Zhusheng and Chen Jinghao played directly from outside the court into the peach forest.
The jade bone fan spun and cut off the obliquely extending peach branch. After colliding with the wooden sword in mid-air, it was forced to change direction and fell back into the hands of its original owner.
After fighting for several days in a row, Chen Jinghao was absolutely suppressed in less than a few minutes at the beginning, but now he can last more than a quarter of an hour and has even figured out some of the opponent's moves.
And he could clearly feel that the opponent's way of drawing the sword was different from before, as if he was consciously restraining himself. Not towards him, but for other considerations, a little hesitant, as if pondering something.
Lin Zhusheng was indeed thinking about it. The sword must not miss its target and must be struck with a purpose. It was hard for him to imagine how to stop at the critical moment, against inertia and science.
He didn't have much time to think. Young Sect Leader Chen was more difficult to deal with than before, attacking again and again without stopping.
The small broken wooden sword turned half a circle in the air before being tightly grasped in his hand again. He turned around to avoid the flames burning from behind, supported himself with one hand on the trunk of the peach tree beside him, reversed direction, and stabbed the belly of the person next to him with the hilt of the sword.
A leg swept towards him from behind, and Chen Jinghao had no chance to dodge it. He was hit head-on and temporarily stopped moving forward.
Lin Zhusheng took two steps back holding his broken wooden sword. When he took the last step, tiny peach blossoms fell from the top of his head. Halfway down, they turned slightly and made an arc that was barely noticeable.
The moment he noticed it, his sword rose up with the wind, he stepped on the tree trunk and leaped in the air, barely avoiding the folding fan that was flying towards him quietly.
The young master has also learned to play shady tricks and do big things quietly.
In the blink of an eye, the initiative was in Chen Jinghao's hands. Once he got it, he used it to the fullest. He made continuous and rapid attacks and approached, quickly closing the distance.
Sword cultivators have an advantage in medium to long-range competitions, but not when the distance is too close. Instead, they are at a disadvantage due to the length of their weapons. After a certain distance, the closer they are, the less they can use their skills.
He did not avoid the attacks, his attention was completely focused on getting closer, his long hair and sleeves flying so fast that the movements were blurry and could not be distinguished by the naked eye.
His attack stopped the moment his sleeves fell. Behind the green hem of the robe appeared a long sword pointing directly at his chest where his heart was.
The distance he actively closed was too close, and his body was still moving forward uncontrollably, leaving no possibility of avoidance. The attacking sword energy blew up his hair on both sides, and he met a pair of equally surprised eyes.
This time Lin Zhusheng was really shocked.
He casually swung his sword to block the attack, thinking that the person would dodge, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who would not dodge when the sword was in front of him. He was shocked.
It happened in a flash, and there was no chance to withdraw or retreat. Everything could only be done based on instinct. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly surged.
“Huahua——”
The surrounding spiritual energy was attracted, and a wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making the trees rustle and scaring the birds away.
The long sword that was thrust across suddenly changed direction a split second before it stabbed into his chest. The tip of the sword scraped across the ice silk, leaving a straight scratch. The sword moved up and crossed his neck.
[Current level: LV10 (0/10000)]
[Side Quest: Comprehend "Sword Cultivation's Self-cultivation" (Completed)]
[You obtained: Blue-grade long sword x1]
The moment various message prompts popped up, the broken wooden sword in his hand was replaced by an ice-blue long sword.
The blade of the sword just passed by the neck, and even without direct contact, one could feel the cold breath coming from it.
The feeling of death was stronger than ever before. Chen Jinghao's breathing stopped and falling pink and white petals appeared in his sight.
The petals fell on the snow-white sword. The shiny sword was polished like a mirror, reflecting the shadows of the petals clearly.
And the eyes of the person in front of you.
The pupils are light-colored, almost gray, and have a bit of warmth from the sun under the light. They are clear and clean. Flower petals fall on the eyelashes, and the shadow of the eyelashes is reflected when the pupils move slightly.
As if noticing him, the eyes lowered and met his gaze through the cold sword.
Staring at each other across the sword.
As her eyelids drooped, flower petals fell and passed through her clear eyes. The moment her eyes met, her facial features and the bright sun became blurred, and all that remained in his sight was a pair of clear, dazzling eyes.
“…”
It seemed that the previous feeling of death finally reached the heart with a delay, and Chen Jinghao clearly felt his heart tremble violently for a moment.
Like it wanted to jump out of my heart.
The next moment, with a "whoosh" sound, the ice-blue sword left the neck, then was put away and easily sank into the ground.
Lin Zhusheng sat on the ground with his sword propped up, wiped the sweat that had really appeared on his forehead, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Why are you hitting my sword directly?"
If you didn't know, you would think he was committing murder.
His hands and feet felt numb, and it was difficult to maintain the previous movements. Chen Jinghao also sat on the ground, as if he was frightened. He had not yet come to his senses and did not respond to him.
It was not necessary for someone to reply. Lin Zhusheng stood up with his sword propped up, kindly reached out and pulled the man's arm, saying, "Get up first."
Chen Jinghao reacted this time. He jumped back quickly as if he had been electrocuted, took a step back, and his face and neck quickly turned red.
“…”
Lin Zhusheng: “Hmm?”
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