Chapter 43 There is a kind of tiredness that Master Lin feels you are tired
The eldest senior brother seemed not to have heard clearly, so Lin Zhusheng kindly repeated it again and explained, "The young master of the Qi Sect."
The eldest brother seemed to have heard clearly this time and became quiet. His eyes fell on the sword blade and after a while he responded, "Yeah."
Such a short sound.
Thinking that the other person was not interested in this topic, the considerate Lin was about to change the subject, but he heard the other person ask again: "You have a good relationship with him?"
It was a very normal tone, and there was nothing wrong with it. Lin Zhusheng quickly waved his hands and said, "That's not the case. He really dislikes me."
It was known before that Young Master Chen was a complete obsession with looks, and he had psychological expectations, but he didn't expect that he would be so obsessed with looks. He showed great disdain without any concealment.
It was the first time for him to be disliked like this. It could only be said that it was a very fresh experience.
Wen Baizhou repeated in a low voice: "Do you dislike it?"
He handed the sword back to Lin Zhusheng, who took it sideways. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt something passing through his hair and gently touching the side of his head.
Feeling the cool touch, he opened his eyes and turned his gaze, meeting the eyes of his senior brother and heard him say, "You are fine."
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After thinking about it, he finally realized that this meant that he was a good person, and that it was Chen Jinghao's problem that he disliked him.
He nodded, his eyebrows curved, and said with a smile: "I think I'm good too."
Then he added: "Big Brother is also very good."
The eldest brother smiled and withdrew his hand.
Maybe because he was very tired today, his smile was not like usual, and there was a hint of incomprehensible emotion in it.
The eldest senior brother was very tired, so Lin Zhusheng did not disturb him from resting. He gave him a bunch of fruits from last time and told him to go back and rest early and come back to play next time.
The eldest brother took back the words he had casually said, "I'm a little tired," but the withdrawal was already ineffective. Lin, who believed that health was the most important thing in the world, waved his hand and told him to go back and rest quickly.
This was out of concern from the kind-hearted Lin, so he had no choice but to leave. He did not climb out the window, but finally walked through the main door normally.
The door was closed, and a figure was seen leaving on the path. Lin Zhusheng leaned on the windowsill and waved his hand gently for the last time.
As the night deepened, the lights on the hillside went out one after another. Only a little dim light in the corner remained on until the early morning. The figure swayed and finally died in the silence.
Lin Zhusheng stayed up all night to make the boxes, and as expected, he was unable to get up the next day.
The morning sun was rising, filling the room with warmth. He was dug out of bed by Zhang Jing, who climbed in through the window.
The competition was over, the training ground had resumed normal use, and it was time for their routine sword practice again. And there was no doubt that he and Zhang Jing arrived on time.
After the previous experience of being late, Zhang Jing, who is self-disciplined, is determined not to allow being late to happen. I didn't expect that someone would remember to wake me up at such a critical moment. Standing in the morning breeze on the training ground with his messy hair that he hadn't had time to take care of, Lin Zhusheng gained a deeper understanding of the profound friendship.
Fortunately, they arrived on time. Many of them had indulged themselves for a few days and slept so well that they didn't know what year it was. When they arrived at the training ground, the sword practice was almost over, and they were happy to receive a small penalty package from Jingsi Hall.
The punishment is not severe, at most you have to help the sect sweep the floor or pull out some weeds. The point is that you have to go to Jingsi Hall and face the stinky face and scumbag look of the Great Elder, which will cause severe damage to your body and mind.
It was the first day of sword practice after returning from a few days of rest. Although each disciple had his own way of being late, at least everyone was there.
Lin Zhusheng had already learned about the promotion to the inner sect from the sect leader during the competition. This time, he heard the formal arrangements from the elders.
The way for outer disciples to be promoted to inner disciples is through competition. Disciples of the same class compete with each other. The rule is that if they win three out of five games, they will be qualified to participate in the inner sect competition. Those who are qualified will be qualified to become inner disciples if they win two out of three more games.
The elder said it lightly, but when you think about it carefully, there is nothing light-hearted about it.
Outer disciples are promoted to inner disciples. The number of places allocated to each class of disciples varies, and the number of places becomes fewer as time goes by. In terms of probability, this is the time when it is easiest for them to enter the inner gate.
The competition rules are a bit complicated when broken down, but in essence, it all depends on strength.
They had never competed with the disciples of the elders other than the second elder of the outer sect to which they belonged, and had no idea of their strength. The group of disciples who had been practicing sword skills sleepily finally woke up and began to worry about their future.
Amid the worried voices, Lin, a player standing at the back of the crowd who finally had time to tidy up his messy hair after practicing sword, quietly tidied up his hair. After finishing, he began to tidied up his clothes, pulling at them here and there.
He has never learned the proper way to dress. He dresses differently every day, just like opening a blind box. The probability of getting a way of dressing that allows free movement and a way of dressing that makes movement difficult is 40:60. Today he got the 6, and he just feels uncomfortable when practicing sword.
He looked so relaxed that he seemed to have nothing to do with the competition. Zhang Jing, who was standing next to him, watched him struggle in vain for a while, and finally said, "You don't have any intention of going to the inner gate?"
This person kept talking for as long as the elder had been talking, without even looking up, and it was hard to tell that he had any interest in it.
"Hmm?" Lin Zhusheng said, his hands still studying the hidden button, "Yes."
It’s not so much that he had an idea, but rather that he had to go. If he couldn't go to the inner gate, it would be difficult to get in touch with the inner gate disciples and elders. In order to achieve full accomplishments, he had to go in and max out their favorability.
He wanted to go but didn't listen, and answered with confidence. Without further ado, Zhang Jing patted him on the head and told him to at least listen to what the elder was saying.
The strength is just right, refreshing without damaging the brain. Rubbing the back of his head that was hit, Lin Zhusheng turned around and finally looked at his friend who was becoming increasingly irritable and would not say much unless he could take action.
The fact that this person would blush when talking seemed like a thing of his past life.
Time is terrible.
The elder talked about the arrangements for the next month or so, which was to cut the daily routine sword practice time in half, and use the remaining half of the time for all the elders' disciples to spar freely, allowing them to become aware of their shortcomings during the sparring, understand their own strength positioning, and have a rough idea of the situation during the real competition.
There was a time for sparring, and Lin Zhusheng became busy for unknown reasons.
During free sparring, few people would come forward to spar with someone like Song Ming who was well-known for being strong in all aspects. On the contrary, people like him, who were described by Gao Yu as "having a face of absolutely average strength", often took the initiative to talk to him and ask for a sparring session.
A group of six good friends who had reviewed together before sat together and slacked off. He was always the one who was called away the most, followed by Gao Yu, who also had an average-looking face.
Based on the principle of equality and mutual assistance, the request for sparring cannot be refused in principle. After accepting the request, facing the opponent's face full of anxiety about his own strength, his conscience twitched, and he couldn't bring himself to end the sparring quickly with a sword. In the end, he had to respond seriously.
To deal with it seriously means to act seriously.
He can clearly tell the level of everyone at a glance. He is probably the person who knows best the average level of most people's abilities, and can act quite well if he wants to.
The disadvantage of constant sparring is that it wastes both physical strength and brainpower, but the advantage is that his ability to control strength, which he had just learned not long ago, has been greatly exercised and has made great progress.
The others just watched him being called away again and again, fighting with everyone, and coming back after a narrow victory to sit on the ground.
After being called away and coming back again, he sat down with the help of his broken wooden sword, stuffed a meatball into his mouth to restore his strength, and his cheeks bulged instantly.
A few days ago, I saw him just change to a real sword, and now he is using this familiar wooden sword again. Zhang Jing, who was sitting next to him, asked him: "Why did you change the sword back again?"
"Well, for various reasons," Lin Zhusheng chewed the dumpling in his mouth, and after swallowing it, he turned the shuriken casually and said, "Anyway, this one is more convenient to use."
Weapons have a default setting to automatically use higher-level weapons, just like what happened with Chen Jinghao. After a longsword with a higher priority appeared, the longsword automatically replaced the wooden sword back into the backpack. A long sword is usually better than a wooden sword, but a small wooden sword also has its advantages. To put it simply, the wooden sword is lighter and saves a lot of energy to use.
If he continued to practice with such high intensity using the long sword, he felt that sooner or later he would be able to lift the original Wuqi with one hand.
At this time, Gao Yu, who was always worried, was still trying to use the wooden sword to relax. He said in a worried voice: "Why don't you practice more?"
Although he often wins, his wins are always narrow. During the formal competition, if he is not in the right state or has bad luck, it will be difficult to enter the inner gate.
They had already reached the outer gate, so they had to continue going up. If he fell behind, one at the outer gate and the other at the inner gate, they would no longer be able to chat and slack off like this in the future, and the consequences would be very serious.
As it concerns the team's slacking off, the others are also somewhat concerned about this issue. They glanced at the others nearby and finally lowered their voices to ask in a low voice: "Are you confident in the competition?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Ming, who had been playing with the jade pendant in his hand, and added, "Except Brother Song."
His parents and siblings are all extremely talented, and he is not bad in talent and strength either. Previously, when someone bravely proposed to compete with him, he was knocked down with two swords. His strength is unquestionable, so no one has come to compete with him easily until now. He is the one they don't need to worry about the least.
Others said they were unsure. Luck is also a part of strength. Competition depends on strength and luck. If you draw difficult people one after another, even if you are confident, you will lose confidence.
Lin Zhusheng took a sip of the water he had with him and responded vaguely among the voices of others.
Very good, no one is sure. A few people who were worried about their future stood up to practice with each other. When they stood up, they asked those who were still drinking water to finish drinking before they could practice together.
Lin Zhusheng drank while making a sign of "get up" and guzzled tons of liquid.
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