After winning the competition, the eldest grandson Jun remained silent. He nodded to Yue Xiaorou from a distance and apologized. Yue Xiaorou frowned slightly. She had already lost. Although this battle was beyond her expectations, she was indifferent to it. Losing was losing. It didn't matter. She picked up the eldest grandson Jun's sword and threw it back.
The eldest grandson, Jun, took the sword and walked down the stage.
Yi Xichen touched his burnt afro with a smile on his face. Chang Sun Zijun was very powerful, so powerful that even he was surprised. He couldn't attack women, but fortunately, sword fighting competitions were never about life and death, as long as the opponent was driven out of the field, he would be considered a winner. He used a flying sword to send Yue Xiaorou away, which was simple and crude, but very effective. In fact, Yue Xiaorou was very powerful, but she didn't have time to show her strength. If the field was bigger, she could break the stiffness before leaving the field, and Chang Sun Zijun would be in trouble.
This is the first time that a fencing competition has been held like this. This year's fencing competition is truly an eye-opener.
Yi Xichen pinched a piece of water spirit stone and used a healing spell, and the eldest grandson Zijun's afro softened and gradually restored his long black hair. Yi Xichen asked: "Why didn't you avoid the lightning sword?"
The eldest grandson, Zijun, said calmly, "I just want to confirm the truth."
Yi Xichen was slightly stunned. He had a general idea of the symptoms of his eldest grandson, Jun, after he was possessed by the demon. But he could not understand his feelings. How could he resolve the confusion caused by the truth and falsehood? For a moment, he actually felt a little distressed.
He turned around and saw Yue Xiaorou passing by them.
Yue Xiaorou is very beautiful, not gentle, but heroic. It is only because of her coldness that she seems difficult to approach. Yi Xichen looked at the heroic and handsome little junior sister, thinking about what his eldest grandson Zijun said, and suddenly some strange feelings arose in his heart.
"You think she has a crush on you. Then do you," Yi Xichen asked, "have a crush on her?"
"No." The eldest grandson, Zijun, said briefly.
It didn't say it in a tone of "Huh, I don't have a crush on her, huh", but it seemed to be true. Yi Xichen touched the back of his neck and suddenly felt that he was a little clumsy for asking such a question.
The eldest grandson, Zijun, glanced at Yi Xichen who was distracted, and sighed silently in his heart. Even though he knew it was a delusion, in his heart, he and his wife were pregnant with eight or nine children, and if they were born, it would be enough to fill up the shed. With this being the case, what else could he think about? Alas! How depressing!
Since there were few evenly matched opponents in today's duel, the ten rounds of competition were completed before dark. The disciples went to Shennong Temple again to draw lots to decide their opponents for the next round.
When the wooden eagle flew up, the strongest had no worries, and it was useless for the weakest to worry. Apart from that, the other disciples were quite nervous. The more you win, the harder it will be to compete. In the next round, the wooden eagle will randomly match the ten winners with each other, and randomly match the ten losers with each other. From then on, the opponents will be determined based on the previous winning rate and the strength of the previous opponents, and the element of luck will become less and less. Because not every two disciples will fight, the random matching in the first two games is crucial. If you can let the opponent who is stronger than you be defeated by the stronger one first, and then you fight the weaker one first, then the final ranking is likely to be higher than your actual strength. For example, Yue Xiaorou should have been a strong candidate for the championship, but after losing to the eldest grandson Zijun today, she is likely to not even be ranked in the top three.
The wood horn flew into Yi Xichen's hand, and then led him to Wu Mo of the Xiujian Pavilion. Yi Xichen breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Mo was certainly not weak, being the second-ranked disciple of the Xiujian Pavilion, but there were no weaklings among the winners today, and compared to the disciples who were drawn to the Lianjian Pavilion and the Shoujian Pavilion, this was already a very good result for him.
The eldest grandson, Jun, drew Gongsun Di. Gongsun Di looked unhappy. As the number one in Shoujian Pavilion, he was a rare talent even if he was not a genius. Today, he defeated Jin Cheng from Lianjian Pavilion, which won some honor for Shoujian Pavilion. He should have been happy to draw a disciple from Yao Pavilion, but his opponent was the eldest grandson, Jun, who had sent Yue Xiaorou out in an instant today. He had little chance of winning. If he lost in the second round, it would be difficult for him to be in the top five this year.
But the most unlucky person was Wang Qingqiao. He drew Lu Ziyao in the first match, so he had nothing to say about the loss. As the loser, it should be his time to show his strength and counterattack, but he actually drew Yue Xiaorou again! Yue Xiaorou was the second in the Lianjian Pavilion, and it was a complete surprise that she lost in the first day of the competition! She was classified as a loser, and as a result, Wang Qingqiao got the first prize. Moreover, Wang Qingqiao had one more match than the others, and losing to Yue Xiaorou was equivalent to him losing three matches in a row. He might very well become the first disciple of Lianjian Pavilion to be squeezed out of the top ten in a hundred years. This honor is simply despairing.
Xiao Kui drew Bian Liang from the Sword Guarding Pavilion. He was ranked fourth in the Sword Refining Pavilion, while Bian Liang was ranked second in the Sword Guarding Pavilion. In terms of cultivation alone, Xiao Kui should be slightly better, but only slightly. He will probably face a tough battle tomorrow.
After the order of the competition was determined, the disciples went back to prepare for the battle.
Today, Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun both won, but Yao Budu did not come to watch the fight, so the first thing they had to do was to ask their master for credit. Yi Xichen also wanted to go to Yao Budu to see if there were any new immortal materials that could be used tomorrow.
However, halfway through the journey, he met Qiu Jian, the elder of the Sword Refining Pavilion.
"Elder Qiu."
The eldest grandson Zijun and Yi Xichen saluted him.
Qiu Jian looked at Chang Sunzi Jun with a complicated look. He was the host of Chang Sunzi Jun's competition today. He was expecting to see a fierce battle of equal strength, but he didn't expect Chang Sunzi Jun to send Yue Xiaorou out of the field with one blow. He felt very disappointed. He was not disappointed that his beloved disciple lost the competition, but that he didn't see Chang Sunzi Jun use his full strength. How outstanding is this young man with natural spiritual roots? When was it that he called him "Master" instead of "Elder Qiu" in front of him?
"Zijun," said Elder Qiu, "Come with me. I have something to tell you."
After all, he was an elder, and although the eldest grandson Zijun had no feelings for him, he did not offend him on the spot and left with him.
After his eldest grandson Zijun left, Yi Xichen went to look for the poison by himself.
However, when he arrived at the pharmacy, the medicine was not poisonous. He passed through the magic door again and entered the medicine field.
Yao Budu rarely went out on weekdays. He was either refining medicine in the medicine house or collecting herbs in the medicine field. His medicine field was built by successive elders of the medicine pavilion. It was very vast, with all kinds of climates from south to north, spring, summer, autumn, winter, sunny, rainy, snowy, cloudy, and sunny. There were also mulberry fields, streams, mountains, and deserts. If he found any magic herbs outside the Tianjian Gate, he could bring them back to the medicine field to plant.
Yi Xichen flew over the medicinal field with his sword, but still couldn't find any poisonous herbs or interesting magical herbs, so he landed beside the transparent spring. From the transparent spring, he could see the scenery outside the medicinal field. He had knelt there stupidly for seven days and seven nights, stupidly looking at his eldest grandson Jun who was standing stupidly outside.
Yi Xichen thought of the past and couldn't help but sneer. He sat down cross-legged by the stream and muttered, "Where is the master? What did Qiu Jian ask Zijun to do..."
At this time, he saw Yao Bu Du running back from the Tongtou Spring with a panicked look on his face.
The flower blooms on two branches, each representing one thing.
Qiu Jian brought his eldest grandson Jun back to his sword-making room, then stopped and looked at him carefully.
The eldest grandson Zijun felt uncomfortable being looked at by him and couldn't help asking, "What do you want from me, Elder Qiu?"
Qiu Jian patted his shoulder with emotion and said, "You have grown up so fast."
After forming the golden elixir, the cultivator no longer has to worry about birth, aging, sickness and death. Unless they are killed by others or fail to survive the heavenly tribulation, they will perish. After forming the golden elixir, the growth of cultivation becomes extremely slow. Many cultivators still have no progress after forming the elixir for a hundred years, so the heavenly tribulation is approaching and it is time for them to die. But no matter what, there are still hundreds of years before the heavenly tribulation. For these true people, there are only a few choices on how to spend these hundreds of years.
One could continue to cultivate himself solitary, but his cultivation progress would be slow, and he would inevitably become extremely poor and bored after a long time; one could indulge in pleasure, no longer aspiring to transcend the calamity and become an immortal, and spend the next hundred years to the fullest; or one could take in disciples and preach.
Those who would succeed the elders in a sect, or even establish their own sect, were all monks who loved to recruit disciples. However, some recruited disciples to enhance their own prestige, some recruited disciples to find someone to serve them, some recruited disciples just to relieve their loneliness, and of course, some recruited disciples because they were eager to recruit talents, and Qiu Jian was the last type.
Qiu Jian looked at the washed-out disciple uniform on his eldest grandson Zijun, and then at the broken copper and iron sword at his waist, and said sadly, "You have suffered in the Medicine Pavilion these years."
The eldest grandson Jun said impatiently: "No."
"Is Elder Yao kind to you?"
"Very good." The eldest grandson Zijun said coldly, "Elder Qiu, I will not help you deliver the love letter. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
——Although fan fiction authors won’t be so crazy as to let old people be cannon fodder, they can still match people up and have late-life romances!
Qiu Jian: “???”
What's going on? Is this a trend among young people nowadays? To accept a disciple, you need to give him a love letter?!
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