Chapter 41 Return Soon
The sudden bounce of movements and the sudden change of emotions, it's disgusting no matter how you look at it.
Lin Zhusheng could have pretended not to notice any small movement from the young master, but this was too hard to ignore. He opened his eyes and asked incredulously, "Do you dislike me so much?"
Your disdain is so obvious! At least cover it up, Young Sect Master!
Standing up from the ground, Chen Jinghao took the folding fan embedded in the trunk of the peach tree, shifted his gaze while moving, and finally said briefly: "...No."
Indeed, he himself didn't know what was going on. He just avoided the action based on his intuition.
Maybe he hadn't recovered from the sword strike yet, and his heart was still beating fast. He put the folding fan on his waist, lowered his head and touched his face with the back of his hand to feel the temperature.
So hot.
——I don’t even dare to meet your eyes, it would be strange if it wasn’t true.
This was the first time since he was a child that he was so obviously disliked, but Lin Zhusheng was amused and took a step forward with his sword in hand.
The man was indeed frightened by him, and his expression was dazed for a moment.
It's a bit fun.
But now is not the time to play. He put the sword back into the scabbard somewhat unskillfully. It was almost time for the break to end, so he stretched out his hand.
A fair and slender hand, with thin calluses on the palm and some joints from frequent sword-holding, but it does not affect the appearance.
It was the first time that Chen Jinghao discovered that his hands were unexpectedly beautiful. Not understanding what it meant to extend his hand, he was puzzled and tentatively reached out his hand to touch the upward-open palm.
Then it was slapped mercilessly before it touched the hand.
Such a silly expression and such a silly action. Lin Zhusheng was sure that the person was frightened. He patiently reminded him and said, "Salary... no, deposit."
This is not an invitation to shake hands, it is a request for money.
Chen Jinghao finally understood what he meant. His overheated brain cooled down a little and he gave him the agreed one hundred gold.
Lin Zhusheng was happy after getting the hundred gold coins. He smiled and turned around to say goodbye.
His happiness was simple and obvious. His legs moved more briskly and even the shaking of his hair showed his happiness.
It was just that he had just had a fight, and there were a few leaves mixed in his hair, and his clothes were in a mess, like a savage jumping around.
“…”
He jumped far away, his figure hidden by the peach tree, leaving Chen Jinghao still standing there, slowly looking down at his hand that had been slapped.
It feels a bit strange.
The intermission was over and those who had left returned quietly to their seats one after another.
Lin Zhusheng came back quietly, but his attire was too conspicuous. The second elder's eldest disciple looked over and asked, "Where have you been?"
Reaching out to pat the petals and leaves on his hair, Lin Zhusheng omitted the reasons and process and only talked about the result: "making money."
"?"
It was a very abstract answer. The second disciple did not understand it. He just felt that the money did not seem to be easy to earn.
The young leader of the Weapon Sect took even longer, returning just in time for the last bit of halftime. He looked no different from when he left, except that people with sharp eyes noticed a tear in his collar. The cut was neat and tidy, and didn't look like it was accidentally cut.
He looked somewhat uneasy, as if he was thinking about something, and after sitting down he lowered his head and thought.
Another competition began, an important match for the top spot. When everyone's attention was on the competition field, he turned his head slightly and looked at the person behind him not far away.
Then he happened to see someone quietly stuffing a snack into his mouth, and then choking. He quickly went to get the tea from the elders' table and drank it gulply. After drinking it, the old man also slumped in his seat and sighed comfortably.
“…”
……impossible.
Chen Jinghao rubbed his throbbing temples with the folding fan twice, then turned back with his eyes half open.
The sword that made a sudden turn when making money before consumed too much spiritual power and physical strength. When the competition started, Lin Zhusheng began to quietly take in snacks with some spiritual energy to replenish his physical strength and his spiritual veins, and he never stopped.
He hadn't paid much attention to the competition before, and only found out on the last day today that his boss had also participated in the competition and had already entered the stage of competing for the championship.
He didn’t pay attention to it before, but today he took a closer look at the competition.
All I can say is that the fight was extremely brutal, with the flashes of swords and sabers being difficult to see with the naked eye. If it weren't for the protective formation at the edge of the competition arena, a lot of the stands would have been blown away.
The boss usually looks as shabby as him, but his sword is well maintained. The sharpness of the snow-white sword can be felt from a long distance.
The final leader is the boss, and Tianzong occupies half of the top ten places.
All the competitions were over, and the leaders and elders of each sect had no objections, and the winning disciples received their awards.
When the boss went to receive the award, he was still eating the sticky dumplings shared by Lin Xiaoyou. It was extremely difficult for him to eat, and his cheeks were moving quietly while he was receiving the award.
Lin Zhusheng was originally smiling at the elders' table, stuffing a sticky dumpling into his mouth to taste the saltiness. However, his smile froze when he learned that the reward for the winner was 10,000 gold.
He opened his eyes, turned his head in disbelief, and asked the two disciples beside him vaguely: "Ten thousand gold?"
It is indeed ten thousand gold, which is equal to one million silver.
The boss came down with the light award-winning scroll, finally finished his sticky dumpling, and sat down at his seat.
He didn't seem to care much about the result. He tossed the scroll in his hand and just smiled at the congratulations from others.
He had never participated in the competition in previous years, but every time he did, he was always the champion and his win was no surprise.
The second disciple asked him, "By the way, why did Senior Brother Xu decide to participate in the competition this time?"
Among all the disciples, his strength is second only to Wen Baizhou, who is in an absolutely overwhelming position. If he wanted to take the top spot, he would have done it years ago.
"It's not that I'm short of money," the boss said, tossing the scroll with a smile, "I saw a sword material I liked, but I couldn't afford it even if I emptied my bank account. This is just right."
Lin Zhusheng, who was also greedy and ate a sticky dumpling, chewed it for a long time, and finally freed his mouth and said "awesome" a little bit late.
"Your senior brother is better than me."
The boss put the scroll in his pocket, changed his seat and said, "He has a lot of good stuff. You can go and blackmail him if you want."
Lin Zhusheng had not yet reached the point of blackmailing the senior brother, so he talked about other things and asked, "By the way, when will the senior brother come back?"
That's a good question. The boss thought about it for a while, then said, "Just these two days."
He smiled, propped his chin with his hand, squinted his eyes and said, "Miss your senior brother?"
He was just joking, and he was used to talking nonsense, but the person actually responded, nodding seriously and saying, "A little bit."
He hasn't given away the flowers yet. I wonder if it will be time to receive the Lanjun flowers when Senior Brother comes back.
“…Crack.”
The boss almost fell off his stool.
The small movement attracted the attention of others around. He coughed twice to change the subject and asked other questions: "You haven't come into contact with people from other sects, right... Well, except for the young master of the Weapon Sect."
Lin Zhusheng said no.
The boss then patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.
The competition was over, and it had been too long since the sect had left. People from other sects prepared to leave one after another after it was over.
It was the same huge flying boat that I had seen before, but this time I was not viewing it from afar in the woods, but was observing it from close up.
After hanging around for so many days of tea breaks, Hunzi Lin finally did something practical and followed the great elder to see off the guests.
Having been brought by his father to face many such occasions, he was very adaptable to it. He seemed to be familiar with everyone as if they were his own family, and his smile was more natural than that of the boss who had a cramp on his face.
Qi Zong walked in front when they came, and walked at the end when they left because the two sect leaders talked for a while longer.
The other disciples boarded the boat first. The leader of the Qi Sect and several elders greeted them one after another. Chen Jinghao walked aside and just nodded slightly without saying much. When he passed by the great elder, he slightly turned his eyes to look at the person standing next to the elder.
The person smiled, and when his eyes met his, his brows relaxed and he nodded slightly.
Her facial features were the same ordinary as before, but when she smiled there was an unexpected comfort that I had never noticed before, a kind of ease that was not just on the skin but came from the bones.
He didn't notice it for a moment and looked at it twice more. Noticing his gaze, Master Lin, who always spoke up when there was something wrong, leaned forward and asked, "What's going on?"
As soon as he spoke, others looked over. Facing the gazes of the crowd, Chen Jinghao realized that he had something to say, paused, and finally said: "Next time..."
"no."
Before the person finished speaking, Lin Zhusheng had already guessed what he was going to say. Every cell in his body was rejecting him, and he quickly said, "No next time!"
He has heard the word "next time" many times in the past few days. Every time he hears it, he knows it is about the next competition. He is determined not to have a next time.
This young master of the clan looks like he has a good brain, but it seems that he is actually not that smart. He even dares to rush directly into the sword during a fight. Making money is a small matter, but killing a young sect leader is a big matter, and he can tell the difference between the two.
“…”
The rejection was too obvious, and the unwise young master just wanted to say that he would see him next time, so he kept quiet for a while.
After the brief conversation, the group boarded the flying boat.
The flying boat floated in the air, gradually moving away from the ground and rising above the clouds.
The people on the ground gradually shrank, becoming a tiny creature, and were finally covered by the clouds.
Leaning against the side of the boat, Chen Jinghao reached out and slowly touched his chest. He turned around and randomly grabbed a passing follower, and said inexplicably: "Smile and see."
The follower was caught off guard and pulled up the corners of his mouth to resemble a smile.
Chen Jinghao frowned and waved his hand, "Forget it, stop laughing."
His followers were used to his capricious and domineering temper, so they stopped laughing and continued to do their own things.
Reaching out and touching the neck where he seemed to still feel the cold blade, Chen Jinghao finally patted his folding fan and withdrew his gaze.
The flying boat passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and when it broke through the setting sun, there was a faint sound of swords in the clouds. It quickly passed by one side and went away quickly.
Someone leaned against the side of the boat, looking at the rolling clouds and mist, looking in the direction where the voice was fading away, and asked, "Who from the Tian Sect has returned?"
The people who were resting next to them didn't know.
The trip to Guiyu City ended early, and Wen Baizhou rushed directly back to the sect after finishing.
When he returned to the sect, the competition had ended, the sun had set into the distant mountains, and the sky was getting dark. He found the boss at the venue who was busy restoring the training ground. The first thing he did when they met was to ask if anyone had approached his junior brother during the competition.
Very good, you don’t even need to say basic greetings, we are just junior brothers when we meet. The corner of his mouth twitched, and the boss lifted his sleeves and said, "Don't worry about me. I will definitely guard against it."
After Wen Baizhou asked, he left and went back to the sect master's peak to report. Just after taking two steps, the boss behind me remembered something and added: "Little friend Lin said today that he missed you a little."
His steps as he was leaving paused, and the sword floating in the air also stopped.
“…”
After a long while, he finally looked back, raised his hand to the corner of his lips, and whispered: "Yeah."
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