Wulin Alliance
In the golden month of September, the Jinghu Sect welcomed a grand martial arts gathering, bringing together heroes from all corners of the world. Young and talented individuals eagerly sought to vie for supremacy and fame, while also broadening their horizons and gaining experience. Furthermore, they could use this opportunity to bring glory to their sect and gain a glimpse into the strength of each faction.
The competition randomly matches two people to fight against each other in two arenas simultaneously. In the end, there are only 20 winners left, and the champion will be selected by defending the arena.
However, as a martial arts rookie, Lin Yuan was not qualified to participate. It would have been fine if she didn't participate, but Yuan Xuanlang didn't participate either, and his master actually supported him. In the end, only his senior sister went to compete.
The crowd was crowded, shoulder to shoulder, sitting around the arena. The Jinghu Sect distributed melon seeds and water. Lin Yuan looked at the people cracking melon seeds and jokingly called them the "tooth-chattering crowd."
"Crack!" Lin Yuan cracked a melon seed, which was dry-fried. It was not bad, but he did not eat more.
It's supposed to be a clear and crisp autumn season, but in this crowded place the air is thin and steamy. The "crackling" sound of cracking melon seeds is like an old machine mechanically repeating the same sound, one after another.
The black-faced Li Si swung his sword, and the red-faced Zhang San raised his spear. The weapons collided with each other, making a harsh sound, which reminded Lin Yuan of the sharp sound of sharp chalk on the smooth blackboard. Goose bumps appeared on her skin and her hair stood up.
She wiped her arms vigorously with her hands.
Lin Yuan understood every word of the other person's passionate explanation, but she didn't understand when they put them together.
"What a brilliant move! The spear swung, revealing a flaw inadvertently, but in fact it was to lure the enemy deeper, so that he could use the snake-catching technique."
“Wonderful”
“What a master!”
"The Mutian sect actually has such a hero. It really opens my eyes and teaches me a lot." A person next to him exclaimed.
Lin Yuan glanced at the person who was praising her next to her, Du Zhiming, who was also a student in Class B.
"Brother, please tell me what you have to say. I will teach you something as well."
Du Zhiming looked embarrassed. "This...it's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't. As the saying goes, 'There is a true meaning in this, but I've forgotten the words to express it.'"
"Tsk," someone sneered, "If you can't speak, don't speak. Stop pretending to be so smart."
Du Zhiming's face turned red with shame and anger. The apples should have been red by now in this season.
"Junior Sister Lin, do you think we can share the true meaning of this realization with others?" Du Zhiming pointed at Lin Yuan. After all, they were in the same class, so he would always give her some face.
"Huh?" Lin Yuan was about to leave quietly when she was suddenly called out. She thought seriously for three seconds: "If I understand it thoroughly and clearly, why can't I tell others about it? If Confucius didn't have a deep understanding of Confucianism, how could he have taught it to three thousand disciples? Perhaps the principles he spoke about may not be as clear and profound as what he understood in his heart, but they can still enlighten people's minds and bring enlightenment to everyone."
"You, you, you..." Du Zhiming's face turned red and blue with anger, and he couldn't say anything.
Lin Yuan was puzzled. I've already said it objectively and to the point, why is he still angry? What a man's heart. Haidilao, oh, I want to eat Haidilao.
"That's what it means to have wisdom hidden in one's heart. Brother Du should read more books by sages."
Lin Yuan understood that he didn't comprehend it at all, and she was humiliating him.
Du Zhiming glanced at the people who were laughing at him, glared at Lin Yuan fiercely, turned around and sat down angrily, continuing to watch the fight.
As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed. The young man knows this very well.
The senior sister's competition was in the afternoon, and it was really a torture to be here, so Lin Yuan quietly escaped.
We went into a small woods nearby. The woods were still green, blocking out the scorching sun and filtering in a cool breeze.
Not long after walking, I heard someone talking.
Following the sound, Lin Yuan saw his senior brother Yuan Xuanlang teaching someone to practice swordplay. "Keep your waist straight and sink your qi into your dantian. How can you make progress in martial arts if you are so impulsive?!" Yuan Xuanlang, wearing an indigo round-necked robe, taught sternly.
Several young men, about fourteen or fifteen years old, practiced sword-fighting silently, repeating one movement a hundred times until they were sweating profusely.
He was much stricter than when he taught Lin Yuan. "Should I thank him for teaching me so gently and patiently?" Lin Yuan thought.
Yuan Xuanlang remained silent and motionless for a long time before turning around. Just like an arrow hitting the bull's eye, her figure appeared accurately in his sight.
I saw Lin Yuan leaning against a tree. She was wearing a smoky blue cross-collared skirt with a thin and flowing light yellow silk ribbon. Her long ponytail was tied up high with a yellow hairband, and a glass ball at the end flowed through her hair. Her cheeks were chubby, and she looked very cute.
Her amber eyes were wide open, as if they could let light through them. She was naturally beautiful and picturesque.
Their eyes met, and Yuan Xuanlang's heart skipped a beat. Damn, he was fooled by her appearance again!
Yuan Xuanlang still had a bright smile on his face: "Didn't Junior Sister go to watch the game? Why are you leaving again?"
"I felt bored, so I came here to look around." Lin Yuan walked over and replied calmly, "Brother, are you teaching them martial arts?"
"Well, Senior Sister's competition is in the afternoon, so I'll practice with these guys."
"Brother, are you giving me some special treatment?" Lin Yuan teased.
"What do you mean by special treatment? This is called being kind-hearted and taking pleasure in helping others." Yuan Xuanlang spoke without hesitation.
In fact, the teacher was lazy and asked him to teach the disciples with poor martial arts foundation, under the pretext of: teaching and learning from each other.
"Brother is right, we must come to watch the game this afternoon."
"How could I forget that..." Before Yuan Xuanlang finished speaking, Lin Yuan turned her head to the left with her eyes shining.
"Meow meow" It turned out that there was a cat's meow coming from behind the bushes.
Lin Yuan followed the sound and slowly crouched over. Yuan Xuanlang turned around and said to the group of disciples, "Everyone, rest where you are and don't move around." After that, he followed Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan pushed aside the bushes and saw an orange cat sitting there licking its paws.
She squatted down and called it softly: "Meow meow meow"
The orange cat hesitated for a moment, then ran over and rubbed against her, purring softly.
She felt in her pockets and found she had no food.
Just when she was in trouble, a piece of dried meat popped out, "Feed it this." Yuan Xuanlang handed the dried meat to her.
"Thanks."
After feeding the dried meat, the orange cat was captured, revealing its white and soft belly.
Lin Yuan had a sacred look on his face as he carefully picked it up, then buried his head in its furry belly and rubbed it. When he raised his head, he looked very satisfied. This is the so-called "Lin's cat-hugging method".
Yuan Xuanlang was touched by her cuteness, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He wanted to hug the beauty in front of him in his arms.
"It's really like missing three years if I don't smoke for a day!" Lin Yuan said that he had become addicted to cats.
"Since Junior Sister likes cats, why not get one? This cat is familiar with the disciples in the sect, but it has never had an owner." Yuan Xuanlang suggested.
"To be a kitten's poop scooper, you must love and pamper it, not keep it just for the sake of its beauty. Unfortunately, I don't have enough love or money, and I'm just obsessed with its beauty, so I won't keep it!"
"I didn't expect that my junior sister has such a 'cat-raising spirit'." Yuan Xuanlang joked.
"That's right. Raising a pet is a very, very serious matter. Its short life is made up of its owner, but the owner's life is not just about it, so you have to treat it well with all your heart."
"Well said!" He has spoken so much about knowledge, how can we not applaud?
"Thanks!"
Lin Yuan expressed his deep doubts: "Brother, why don't you fight?"
"There are champions every year, so why bother fighting for that boring title? What? Do you think that my senior brother is unruly and has no ambition?" Yuan Xuanlang was still a little uneasy when he said this.
Lin Yuan sensed his resentment and couldn't help but smile: "Of course not. Some people shine brightly on the stage, while others spread their talents off the stage. Brother, you are always great! Junior sister wants to learn from you!"
"Tsk, how come I didn't realize Junior Sister is so sweet-talking."
"People always change." Lin Yuan's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
After sucking the cat's milk, the two turned around and saw several figures running away from the bushes. The young disciples were pretending to be serious, some sitting idly by, and some practicing sword skills.
"Looks like you've had enough free time, so continue practicing sword skills." Yuan Xuanlang narrowed his eyes. These bastards actually learned how to peek. I'll teach you a lesson!
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