"I prayed before entering the pavilion," Yunli lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, "I saved a cultivator by chance, and then he accepted me as his disciple. Unfortunately, my master was poisoned and taught me the technique. After that, he left soon after, and before his death, he told me that I must continue the lineage of the world."
The corner of Wei Lin's mouth moved. It seemed that he had read all those words in the past and the story was well written.
"Hongchen?" Lan Shu frowned. He had never heard of this sect. He raised his eyes and looked at Ming San and asked, "You are a well-informed person, but have you ever heard of the Hongchen sect?"
"I've never heard of this."
"No?" Yunli opened her eyes full of water, "Master walked in a hurry and didn't have time to explain anything."
Fortunately, fortunately, if there really is such a sect, it is not allowed to be a gang!
Ming San consoled him: "Canglan Continent is vast, I have only been to so many places, and I know all the sects in the world."
Yunli nodded with tears in her eyes, expressing that she was comforted.
Now that the matter was over, after a few more words of comfort to Yunli, Mingsan was finally ready to leave, and Yunli breathed a sigh of relief.
Lifting his foot a step, Mingsan suddenly put it down again and asked, "By the way, haven't you asked me for your master's name yet?"
Yunli's body stiffened. A bunch of names like Wang Dachui, Liu Erdan, and Zhang Tiezhu were spinning in her mind like garbled characters. She was struggling to choose which one. When she saw a look of doubt on Lan Shu's face, she almost blurted out: "My master is Jiuxi. The nine in the sky, the stream in the stream."
"What's the explanation?"
"Knowing the male and guarding the female are the streams of the world."
Ming San was silent. No matter what kind of person the other person was or whether he lived up to his name, at least the person who named him hoped that he would care about the common people and be willing to be a stream.
In such a world, it is rare to have such a heart.
He nodded slightly and was about to leave. Lan Shu became anxious. Ming San had strict requirements on his disciples, paying special attention to actual combat and often arranging tasks for his disciples in private.
If Qian Shi worships him, she will definitely go out of the valley to do the mission alone. Without Qian Jiu, the manpower she sends out will not have to be timid, and there will be no need to worry about not being able to get the Cheng Ling.
With a smile on her face, she made a last-ditch effort: "Don't you think about it anymore, Master? It's hard to find good candidates for physical training."
Ming San shook his head and said, "I have no chance with her, so I can't force her."
Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. How much pressure did he endure to keep his promise to his master? Now that he has changed places, if he forces this little girl to change families, how will he be different from those who forced him back then?
Looking at the figure fading away in front of him, Lan Shu put away his unwillingness and said gently: "I didn't expect Junior Sister Qianshi to be so pure in her thoughts. It's my fault that made Junior Sister embarrassed."
Yunli sneered in her heart, what bad trick is this girl trying to hide? Why does she have to be Mingsan's apprentice?
"Senior sister is also kind-hearted. There is no need to blame yourself. It's just that they didn't have the chance."
Seeing that Yunli didn't want to do the face-saving work anymore, Wei Lin handed him a step over. Now was not the time to quarrel.
After Lan Shu left, Yunli still frowned and muttered: "The weasel has no good intentions when it comes to the chicken to pay New Year's greetings."
"Zuo just wants your Ling," Wei Linfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, "The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it. No matter what she planned for this game, it will be broken."
"Let's go and practice!"
The enemies watching in the dark are already eager to try, so they naturally have to hurry up and practice to improve their strength.
"By the way, you were pretending to be like that just now. I almost thought you really had a master named Jiuxi!" The moment she announced her name, she naturally showed respect and solemnity, her tone and expression were all... It was so appropriate and showed no sign of making it up.
Something flashed in Yunli's heart, and she flipped up her broken hair on her forehead: "Hey, he is so versatile."
The next day's competition, after a lot of tangle, she still chose not to use spiritual power. She had no choice but to set up the character in front and couldn't destroy it.
After hitting her opponent with a hammer, she was about to jump off the ring when she felt the familiar scorching gaze again. Looking sideways, she saw Ming San standing behind the crowd, with two emotions, eagerness and regret, taking turns in his eyes.
Yunli seemed to be frozen. While smiling at Mingsan without showing her teeth, she decisively retracted her outstretched foot, followed the steps of a well-known lady, walked leisurely and slowly to the edge of the ring, and rushed to the guard below. Lin winked and stretched out his hand weakly.
The eyes of the people who had not dispersed under the stage were about to pop out, especially those who had competed in the No. 2 venue before. They were even more unbelievable. If they hadn't seen the familiar giant hammer just now, they would have thought that she was being raped. People have taken possession of the body.
Wei Lin caught a glimpse of Ming San diagonally behind him from the corner of his eye, rolled his eyes at her, and stretched out his arm in an extremely perfunctory manner. After all, he is a real person in the Yi Jin period, so how can he go back on his word so casually?
Yunli put her hand on his arm, got off the ring gracefully, and almost ran away under Mingsan's scorching eyes.
Boss, can you stop looking at her like that? She is afraid!
In her uneasiness, this round of competition was over, and the next step was for 24 to advance to 12.
When the bright No. 1 vs. No. 7798 appeared on the big screen in the sky, the two of them were stunned, and the other monks who were paying attention to the two were also excited.
"I'm going, Young Master Yijian and Loli Giant Hammer met!"
"Hey, they both decide the outcome with one move. Who do you think will win this time?"
"You don't have to think about it. Of course it's Young Master Yi Jian. He is actually at the ninth level of Qi training, and Master Jingzhe has taught him sword skills. He will definitely be one step ahead."
"That makes sense."
"Heh, are there still a few of the ninth level of Qi training folded under the giant hammer?"
"There are quite a few people at the ninth level of Qi training who have been defeated by Young Master Yi Jian's sword."
"I heard that this Sword Master has a very good relationship with Giant Hammer Lolita."
"Isn't that good? Apart from the competition, the two of them are almost inseparable. That giant hammer loli is also the maid of Mr. Yi Jian!"
The two people being discussed looked at each other in confusion. At this time, one person in the crowd shouted: "I bet 1,000 yuan, no, 500 yuan of spirit stones on the victory of Giant Hammer Lolita. If I lose, I will lose ten!"
Immediately after saying this, someone shouted: "I'll beat Mr. Yi Jian, and I'll pay you five for one!"
"I press."
"And I!"
Yunli was stunned, and this operation!
Immediately, she turned her head and asked, "Why are my odds twice as high as yours?"
"Obviously, they think more of me." Wei Lin shrugged and jumped onto the stage with a smile.
Yunli pursed her lips and followed up.
As the referee gave the order, in the midst of great expectations, the stage shouted in unison: "I surrender!"
There was a moment of silence on the stage and downstairs. In the past thousand years, Canye Pavilion has competed with each other on the number of sands in the Ganges. This is the first time that both sides have surrendered at the same time.
Yunli rolled her eyes, turned around and jumped off the ring: "Why do you accept defeat? I don't want the Shadow Sword."
The referee finally came to his senses and said: "No. 1 wins."
"My spirit stone!"
With a powerful howl, the gambler just woke up from a dream, and several losers immediately blocked Yunli's path.
"You fucking lie!"
"Give us back the spiritual stone!"
"Yes, if you don't return the spirit stone today, you can't fucking leave!"
Yunli raised her chin and said in a cool tone: "I asked you to press me?"
All the gamblers choked.
"The bet I asked you to set up?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, falling into silence.
"You want to fight, right?" She raised her eyelids, and the giant hammer fell to the ground out of thin air, with dust flying everywhere. "Let's make a date outside the valley!"
Everyone's eyelids twitched and their minds came back to their senses. This is not a good man or woman, a giant hammer lolita, a ruthless person who hits one after another!
During these days of competition, they also discovered a horrifying detail. No matter whether they were on the ninth or eighth level of Qi training, or on the seventh or third level, the injuries caused by her hammer were the same. This meant something. Metaphor.
But there are so many of them. No matter how powerful the Giant Hammer Loli is, she is only one person. It is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.
During the hesitation, Wei Lin came over. When everyone saw it, they immediately dispersed, almost forgetting that the ruthless people and the ruthless people were in the same group.
It was still early, and there was another competition today. The two found a deserted corner and started the secret chat mode.
First, Yunli asked again: "Why did you give up?"
Wei Lin gave her a blank look, "I can't point my sword at you."
"I will admit defeat, you don't have to point the sword at me." Yunli was speechless. Isn't this obvious? The main purpose of this competition is for him to win the championship and get the Shadow Sword, so as to save him from breaking the sword all the time. It is too wasteful. A spiritual stone.
Well, it seems they didn't buy those swords.
"You don't want to win?"
"I don't care about the Shadow Sword, so what's the use of winning. Besides, I've been working for nothing, and I've long been impatient." Earning spiritual stones in the first five games is still very impressive, but going too far is not enough, and if you continue to blackmail like this If this goes on, her reputation will probably stink worse than the stones in the cesspit, so she can only stop with tears.
Wei Lin's lips twitched, "You can give up if you're impatient."
"How can that be done? I don't want to lose face if I lose to those colored pens!"
Wei Lin supported his forehead.
(End of chapter)
