Although Tu Nian had called out, Nie Yanchen's swift arrival had indeed caught her off guard. From the moment the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission was activated to the moment he knocked on her door, it felt like less than five minutes had passed.
"Master, don't you need to go and watch the competition?"
"There's Nan Feng."
After welcoming the person into the house, Tu Nian said something and was about to make a pot of fresh tea when Nie Yanchen hurriedly responded and stopped her, "Don't be busy yet. Didn't you say you have a problem with your health? Sit down and I'll take a look at you."
“No, no.”
Tu Nian dodged Nie Yanchen's hand and said hurriedly, "I just overexerted myself and am a little exhausted. Plus, I got hit by the formation from behind. I've already taken the healing and recovery pills. I'll just rest for two days to be fine."
"Really?" Nie Yanchen looked at her straight, his face half worried and half suspicious.
Tu Nian nodded repeatedly, coaxing him to sit down without blushing or beating his heart, and said with a smile: "I am telling you this in advance, so that you won't accuse me of being lazy if I fail in the talisman competition later."
"Silly disciple."
Listening to her words, Nie Yanchen's expression gradually softened. He rubbed her head, his eyes filled with pity. "The martial arts competition shouldn't have been your concern."
"If that's all you were worried about, you could have just told me about it on the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission. Why would you have mentioned such serious injuries?"
"It made me worried."
Tu Nian wasn't a cold-hearted person. His words touched her heart, and she felt both touched and guilty. She pursed her lips, arched her brows, and tugged at his sleeve, coquettishly saying, "I won't do this next time."
This is kind of true.
There were many considerations for not mentioning Bo Qiu's affairs. Initially, she was worried about her own lack of strength and the risk of being guilty of possessing a precious treasure. After spending so much time together, it was clear that both her master and her three brothers were upright people and would never harbor any ill intentions towards her just for a magical sword.
So, perhaps after the competition is over, she will tell everyone in Jixue everything about Bo Qiu. Then, there will be no need to hide anything anymore.
"So, you said in the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission that you had something else to ask for instructions. What was it?"
Nie Yanchen's question brought Tu Nian back to her senses. After a pause, she grinned at him, "Of course it's about the talisman competition. Besides me, doesn't our sect have another capable fighter?"
Is there such a person in the clan?
After hearing her words, Nie Yanchen fell into deep thought.
So Song Chengming was taken to the arena by Chu Qiurong, and then taken away by Nie Yanchen and brought to Tu Nian.
After listening to Tu Nian's idea, Song Chengming looked at the talismans placed on the table by Tu Nian and fell into deep thought.
"Are you serious?"
"More real than pearls."
Are we going to practice coordination in the competition arena...is this considered a violation of the competition rules?
Tu Nian had guessed he would have some concerns, so he continued, "There's a saying: 'You can do anything unless it's forbidden by law.' Think about how our sect participated in this year's martial arts competition. We've made it this far, so we can't let all our efforts go to waste just because of this little accident."
Having said this, she clenched the talisman in her hand and turned Song Chengming's face. "Let me be clear, I am determined to win the championship in the talisman competition. If you don't help me, I will win the competition even if it costs me my life."
Song Chengming's heart moved when he was stared into Tu Nian's slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes. After a moment, he pursed his lips, raised his hand lightly, and pushed away the talisman that was pressed against his chin. "I didn't say I didn't agree. You're always saying that you don't want to kill me. It's really scary to hear that."
Tu Nian's expression changed almost instantly, and he said happily, "So you agree?"
Song Chengming smacked his lips and glanced at her, "You've even asked Master to capture me. Do you think I'd be able to refuse?"
Tu Nian chuckled, "This is the only solution. Heaven has given great responsibilities to those who are capable of them. For the rise of the sect, Senior Brother Song, you are great!"
Bo Qiu was leaning at her feet. He heard their conversation clearly from beginning to end and couldn't help but sigh at Tu Nian's talent in acting.
He has a very strong physique, but he talks very hard. In her words, it is probably called "moral kidnapping".
But when he heard Tu Nian's last passionate sentence, he couldn't help but move.
Seriously, couldn't she have said something different? This was the third time he'd heard it.
Just like that, under the powerful united front of the sect's rise, Tu Nian and Song Chengming quickly reached an agreement. They then discussed the talismans and combat methods they would practice, and their conversation lasted until dusk. Only when their brains were exhausted did they stumble out to find food.
The two of them walked along the main road of Sanhuangjing for a long time but couldn't find a shop they liked. Later, they didn't know where they were. Tu Nian noticed that there seemed to be a sudden increase in people wearing Yuqing Taoist robes on the street, so he asked Song Chengming, "Have we reached Yuqing's territory?"
"Yeah?"
Song Chengming looked around and finally saw the magnificent golden tower in the path. He suddenly said, "Oh, it really is. That's Yuqing's residence."
"Can you do this? You've been wandering around for so long and can't even find a restaurant. I think you've been here for nothing these past two days."
Tu Nian complained, rubbed his belly, and muttered belatedly: "I don't think I had lunch either."
"Can't you eat good food at home?"
Song Chengming said this, but he was already quickly consulting with the surrounding shops, "Actually, the clan originally found a restaurant to celebrate your outstanding performance tonight, but you're not here now, so I don't know if they can have this meal."
Tu Nian curled his lips, "Can it still be called a celebration banquet without the protagonist?"
Song Chengming turned his gaze, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, saying with a cocky look, "Don't worry, when I win first place in the talisman competition, I'll give you a solo match."
Tu Nian slapped his hand away and gave him a teasing smile, "As expected of a wealthy man, you speak with confidence."
"That's a must."
Looking away, Song Chengming was puffing out his chest proudly, but the next moment he glanced around, his expression suddenly froze.
“What…eh!”
Tu Nian followed him curiously to see, but was suddenly pulled behind a banyan tree on the roadside. The half syllable that just came out of her mouth was covered by him.
Signaling her to be silent, Song Chengming pointed to the door of a tavern not far away and used his spiritual power to convey a message to her, "Ding Rong is over there."
The medical practitioner in the sect?
After Tu Nian realized who it was, he looked in the direction he pointed, and saw Ding Rong talking to a man wearing a Yuqing Taoist robe and a hood on the steps at the entrance of the tavern. Both of them were very alert and would glance at the people passing by from time to time.
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