There was half a cup of tea, and the sunlight filtered in through the gap in the window. The people at the table picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. They walked outside with the spiritual sword on Lan Qi's hand. The red skirt hem lifted up slightly with his hasty steps moved slightly. Somewhat glaring.
"morning."
"That's right, you didn't procrastinate today."
"Good morning, junior sister."
"Good morning, everyone." Ning Xia arrived late, and the brothers from the Formation Hall had already gathered together. A few acquaintances saw her first, and the younger brothers, sisters, and nephews who joined behind them said hello shyly.
"Our Formation Hall is so loose and we are all here. It seems that this competition will be fierce. It will be a battle between dragons and tigers." He Haigong sighed.
In fact, he was not exaggerating. Along the way, they found that the entire mountain was more active than ever before. The stalls, markets, etc. were all closed, and there were many monks in neat clothes on the streets, carrying their own weapons and hurried about. There must be a lot of people coming out to "do business" today.
Judging from He Haigong's many years of experience in the sect, the scale of this competition is certainly far greater than previous ones.
"Of course, some of the outer sect disciples are trying their best to compete with the inner sect members that they usually dislike. They are the only ones who make troubles and have been grudges for a long time. This rare opportunity is still available. Don’t start fighting soon.”
"This...Uncle Master, is this really happening? Why haven't we heard of this before?" A weak voice spoke up, and everyone couldn't help but look over.
The speaker was a very young male cultivator. His face was chubby, his cheeks were drooping with baby fat, and his eyes were clear and childish. He looked like he had just come out of a small mountain village to the world of today's Grand View Garden.
"Run Junior Nephew, I remember you are from the inner sect. No wonder..." He was so well protected, and the time he entered the sect was short, so naturally he was not exposed to those scandalous things.
The little male cultivator blushed and nodded. He came from a village under Wanping City and had the qualifications for dual spiritual roots, but the purity was average and the spiritual roots were not well matched, so he had no chance to enter Longyin Peak. But he was quite comfortable in the inner sect, but this was the first time he had heard of the friction between the inner and outer sects that He Haigong and the others were talking about.
"Of course it's not all of them, just a part. But just a part of the people are enough to cause an uproar. Some of the inner sects are too arrogant and make enemies everywhere, while some of the outer sects are too capable, and everyone has their own differences. In recent years, this evil trend has I haven’t been quiet since I got up.” He Haigong stroked his forehead, thinking about the recent trend in the sect gave him a headache.
He, a Buddhist disciple of Wang Guifeng, is about to be blown away by this evil wind. God knows how lazy Wang Guifeng's fellow disciples are. They are almost considered to be one of the biggest "farming households" enthusiasts in the sect. Some people are actually shouting slogans these days. Come and say that you want to make those inner disciples look good.
It can be seen how serious the opposition between the inside and outside is now.
Nowadays, the contradictions within the Wuhua Sect have become more and more acute. The peripheral disciples are standing in their own teams and waving flags and shouting, while the direct disciples of the other sect, who represent the top power, are silent and have no tendency to join the battle from the beginning to the end. But there are already people who are trying to raise the flag in secret, and they are trying to drag people into the water...
Ning Xia and other monks who were usually not very well-informed were stunned when they heard this. Especially Ningxia, she has been "behind closed doors" for more than five years, and Zhenjun Yuanheng intercepted some news for some purpose. She has never heard of this mess.
She only knew that some inner sect disciples were arrogant and looked down upon the outer sect servants, or that the outer sect disciples were trying their best to climb up the ranks, but she never expected that this would lead to internal strife.
I wonder if the sect has ever thought that a small change would lead to such sharp opposition.
However, Ningxia vaguely felt that there seemed to be some meaning in it that was adding fuel to the flames. It’s just that there’s no way of knowing which side it means.
"What are they fighting for? The inner and outer sect disciples already overlap. The current inner sect might have been with the outer sect back then, and the current outer sect might have withdrawn from the inner sect. They might also cross paths with each other again that day. I went back, and now I'm being beaten so fiercely... What will I do in the future?" Ning Xia was a little bit dumbfounded, and couldn't figure out what this group of people were making.
Although the inner gate and the outer gate are different, the barrier in the middle is not lifelong. Some personnel will be replaced every year, and those who are lagging behind will be eliminated. If you work hard, you will have a chance to enter the inner gate. To create such a big thing...are these people trying to cause trouble? Ningxia is puzzled.
"This conference is not simple. Think about it, this has never happened before. Some people must have taken notice of it..." Jin Lin said coldly.
Is there really something inside? Also, the sect's sudden announcement of this unprecedented grand competition system...can't be announced on a whim.
The inter-sect competition had only been between sects before, and it wasn't as bad as this one. In comparison, the United Competition is simply a pot of chaos. You can imagine the state of "demon dancing" without even using your brain.
Why would the sect suddenly launch such a competition?
In Ningxia's eyes, this is a prelude to something big happening. What Jin Lin said makes sense.
"Who knows..."
Everyone in the Wuhua Sect became silent in unison, keeping everything in silence. There is a faint rhythm that a storm is about to come.
"Everyone is here." Upon hearing the voice, everyone quickly turned around and looked at the person who spoke: "Zhenjun Yuanheng."
Some people murmured in their hearts, how come this person always comes by such a coincidence and interrupts their conversations just right every time. But it's almost time to wrap up. After all, it's a sensitive topic, so it's better not to go into it in such depth. Some things really can't be discussed in detail. True Lord Yuanheng brought them back completely.
"Everything is ready. Let's go when we are ready. If we don't leave, we will fall behind." Zhenjun Yuanheng looked around, and finally his eyes fell slightly on Ningxia. He saw that her face was not bad, and there were no traces of it. He nodded and put down all the worries in his mind.
The group of people wielded their swords and left Baiji Peak.
The main venue for this competition is Qingxu Peak. It's it again. Ningxia feels that this hilltop is about to become the sect's information intersection, where everyone can be found. This time, a conference is held here again. The development of this channel is probably more prosperous than the other peaks in the inner sect.
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Like Baiji Peak, Huyue Peak is also the same. The disciples are preparing to set off to Qingxu Peak.
"Let's go. If you don't leave, we'll leave." One of the teams had been stranded for a long time, and the leader urged impatiently.
No one else spoke. Everyone knew who he was talking to, and many people's eyes drifted to the eager-looking monk next to them.
The other party opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he came into contact with the other party's angry eyes, all his words were blocked.
Anger and resentment surged uncontrollably in his heart, and various emotions were intertwined, eventually condensing into a negative emotion deep in his heart.
