The excitement lasted for more than half a month before it died down.
In the process, other sects who came to Qianjing Pavilion to borrow books made a lot of jokes.
On the third day of retreat, Ling Xinghua and Yu Ziheng returned from training. They looked completely different, darker and thinner, and Yan Huailiu almost couldn't recognize them.
His second disciple, who was originally a reserved and quiet person, became even more taciturn after returning. It was as if he lived in the competition arena, competing with the disciples in the sect side by side.
If you encounter someone you can't beat, challenge them repeatedly and ask for advice humbly until you succeed, then start harassing the next person.
Yu Ziheng followed him every day. After Ling Xinghua challenged him, he would challenge him again and beat him until he lost his temper.
Chang Sui was even more outrageous. Perhaps he was stimulated by Yan Huailiu and began to improve the prescriptions in various ways.
Unable to find subjects for the experiment, he began to pester his fellow disciples who had failed in the competition.
I delivered medicine to Xian Yinqin one by one, and then followed him for a whole day with a small notebook, just to write down his reactions after taking the medicine.
A proper competition among the sect's disciples was turned into a regular assembly line project by these few people.
When the disciples saw the three of them, they acted as if they had seen the King of Hell and took a long detour.
He didn't dare to complain to the sect leader, so he could only turn his attention to Gu Xingyun.
Gu Xingyun finally made it to the dining hall, but the food wasn't even on the table. A huge crowd of people surrounded him, each with a look of despair on their face.
Gu Xingyun didn't even raise his eyelids. He sat down and dripped a few drops of chili oil into his noodles. He said calmly, "What's the matter?"
The group of people felt like they had found their backbone and were almost in tears.
"Senior Brother Gu, please take care of Senior Brother Ling and the others. We are almost going crazy."
"Yes, Brother Gu, please save us..."
A group of people talked about what had happened recently. Whenever there was a detail that was missed, someone around them would immediately fill it in.
Gu Xingyun listened patiently, and thinking of his master's recent feelings about these things, he rarely smiled at this group of junior brothers who he was not very familiar with.
The disciples' eyes lit up, and they felt that a bright future was beckoning them.
However, Gu Xingyun ruthlessly shattered their fantasy.
"As a disciple of the Yuxu Sect, how could you not even withstand this little pressure? Xinghua's cultivation can't hurt you. Frequent sparring actually makes you progress faster. After fighting for so long, has anyone suffered any serious injuries?"
He asked this deliberately.
A group of people looked at each other, unable to speak.
What kind of injury could he have? His hand just had a scratch on it and Chang Jingming came running over with a medicine box!
"This, this isn't about getting hurt, the main thing is..."
The main reason is that they are almost driven crazy by this assembly line-like operation!
"Master said yesterday that the atmosphere within the sect has improved a lot recently, and the Yuxu Sect will not have to worry about having no successors in the future."
Gu Xingyun was stirring the slightly lumpy noodles and had no appetite for food.
After being praised so highly, the group of people who came to complain kept their words back.
I always feel wronged and something is wrong, but I can't refute it.
Gu Xingyun stood up, straightened his clothes, and turned back to face the group: "I just happen to have some time today, so I'd like to ask you all for some advice. I see that none of you are in the mood to eat either. See you at the competition arena."
He has been studying the moves for so many days, so he might as well put them into practice today.
Well, your method of competing with others is good. Junior Brother Ling is quite smart.
It means that when facing disciples within the sect, one cannot kill them and is inevitably restricted in what one can do.
Looking at his leaving back, a few wailing sounds suddenly came from the dining hall.
Instead of bringing in the savior, I attracted another devil. Ahhhhh I can’t live anymore!
The young disciple who was serving the food sighed and packed up the food as quickly as possible.
Yay! I finished work early today!
The sect leader's direct disciple took the initiative to invite the disciples, so no matter how reluctant they were, they had to rush over.
A group of people pushed and shoved each other, and finally decided who would go first by playing rock-paper-scissors.
Ling Xinghua and his companions, who were originally planning to go back, immediately chose a suitable place to watch the battle when they saw Gu Xingyun appear.
Chang Sui nestled beside Ling Xinghua, half a steamed bun still clenched in his hand. "Second Brother, how come the eldest brother has time to come here today? Doesn't he never get involved in these things?"
"I don't know, it was probably a spur of the moment thing." Ling Xinghua answered while staring at the stage.
"I'm quite curious about the current strength of the eldest brother. He always follows the master, so he must have learned a lot." Chang Sui took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it while pounding his chest.
"Can Senior Brother win?" Yu Ziheng stood on the rock and looked over there.
Ling Xinghua hesitated for a long time: "It should be... okay, right?"
Among them, Gu Xingyun suffered the most injuries and started the latest, so he usually didn't dare to ask.
Amidst the discussion among several people, the competition on stage soon began.
Chang Sui's eyes widened: "Second Brother, what is that thing in the eldest brother's hand?"
"Uh...it looks like a tree branch?" Ling Xinghua wasn't sure.
Yu Ziheng couldn't see clearly, so he decisively climbed onto Ling Xinghua's shoulder and sat down, relaying to the two of them: "It was just a branch. Senior Brother is so powerful! He didn't even use a sword! Ah... Senior Brother Zhao attacked!"
Ling Xinghua held his legs and stared at the competition stage without blinking.
Gu Xingyun's fighting style is different from theirs, and he always feels like he can't let go.
"Big Brother's branch was cut off by Senior Brother Zhao! Senior Brother Zhao is so rude, he used the sword as a machete!"
Yu Ziheng reported seriously.
"Is Senior Brother going to lose?" Chang Sui nervously grabbed Ling Xinghua's clothes.
Ling Xinghua pursed his lips, and after a moment his eyes lit up: "No, Senior Brother is going to win."
On the stage, Gu Xingyun blocked the attack with a tree branch. The moment the opponent got close to him, he stabbed the remaining broken branch in his hand into the opponent's eyes, and his other hand grabbed the opponent's neck.
The fierce momentum was retracted at the last moment, and the opponent's sword fell directly to the ground. His voice was trembling: "Gu, Gu Senior Brother..."
"You lose."
Gu Xingyun calmly withdrew his hand and casually threw the branch off the stage.
Sure enough, this place was not suitable for him, and he had too many concerns during the fight.
"Yes, I lost. Thank you, Brother Gu, for showing mercy."
Zhao Wenyuan picked up the sword embarrassedly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was so scary, he thought he was going blind.
"Who's hurt! Who! Where is he hurt?"
Chang Sui rushed up with a steamed bun in his mouth, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of them.
"No, no one was hurt!" Zhao Wenyuan quickly answered before Gu Xingyun could speak. He didn't want to be followed by Chang Jingming for another day.
"Oh..." Chang Sui was a little disappointed. The next second, he looked at Gu Xingyun eagerly: "Big Brother, do you still want to compete?"
"No..." Gu Xingyun had just said one word when he saw a figure getting closer and closer in the distance. Without thinking, he changed his words: "Next."
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