On the third day of the new year, snowflakes began to fall on Tianyang Mountain.
Although the snow was not heavy, it brought back the past in Tian Xiaoding's mind.
You know, Zhang Erniu, Xiao Ding's wife after traveling to ancient times on earth, was killed on the third day of the first lunar month.
The third day of the lunar month is Erniu's memorial day.
How could Xiao Ding forget?
That day, it was also snowing heavily.
However, his beloved Erniu stayed in that year forever.
In order to pay homage to the dead Er Niu, Xiao Ding went to buy some burning paper, incense, candles, etc., and also exchanged some wine, food and meat from the canteen, and then he went alone to the cave in the back mountain where he often practiced martial arts.
In the cave, he took out from the jade pendant space the coffin made of ten-thousand-year-old thunder-shocked wood that contained Erniu's body, and placed it in the center of the cave. Then take out wine, food and meat as offerings and place them on the coffin, then light incense, candles and paper...
The reason why Erniu's body is still stored in his jade pendant space is because when Erniu was alive, she once told him that if one day she dies before Xiaoding, Xiaoding would let Xiaoding store her on Xiaoding's neck. The jade pendant hanging above is within the space, so that even if she dies, she can always stay with Xiao Ding.
Unexpectedly, Erniu's words came true, and she was actually killed by an adulterer, and finally died.
As the fire of burning paper on the ground gradually began to burn, Xiao Ding's eyes were blurred by tears.
He vaguely saw Erniu's former pretty face in the firelight, and Erniu's childish voice seemed to ring in his ears again:
"Ms. sir, let's consummate our marriage tonight..."
"Ms. sir, you must take care of yourself when you are outside alone..."
"Ms. sir, even if I die, I will always be by your side..."
"Ms. Gong, everywhere in Kyoto is good, but it is not my home..."
"Ms. sir..."
Scenes from the past seemed to come back to me. Xiaoding wiped away her tears, stood up and pushed open the coffin lid, looking at Erniu lying quietly inside the coffin.
Her face was still so pale and bloodless. A diamond-shaped blood hole was left on her forehead, which was the scar left by the ninja dart.
Reaching out and touching Erniu's cold little face, Xiaoding muttered silently: "Erniu, I have now arrived on another planet. This is a brand new world. It's a pity that you can't wake up. I can't." I’ll take you to see this new world together. Erniu, rest in peace. You and I can’t be together for a long time in this life. I hope we can meet each other in the next life and renew our relationship!”
However, Erniu was lying quietly in the coffin, her eyes closed, her lips pursed, and she could no longer respond to his words.
Xiao Ding turned away, closed the coffin lid, turned around and walked out of the cave, standing at the entrance of the cave facing the wind, letting the snowflakes fall on his head and body, and letting the tears in his eyes roll down his cheeks and drip into the snow...
This is exactly:
Endless lovesickness turns into wine, and ten thousand cups cannot be as tender as yours;
If we were in the snow together in the past, we will be together for the rest of our lives!
This memorial ceremony lasted for another seven days. During these seven days, he stayed in the cave day and night, burning incense and paper in memory of Erniu.
Seven days later, he took Erniu's coffin back into the jade pendant space again. After packing up everything in the cave, we returned to the outer disciples' dormitory.
When Li Tianliang and the others saw Xiao Ding coming back, they all asked with confusion where Xiao Ding had been these days. Was he practicing alone again?
They all know that Xiao Ding likes to go to the back mountain to practice alone. However, in the past, Xiao Ding went to the back mountain to practice martial arts, basically once a day, and he had never stayed in the back mountain for such a long time.
Xiao Ding was not in the mood to explain to them in detail, so he nodded perfunctorily to the three of them.
Li Tianliang and the others thought that Xiao Ding had really gone to practice the Seven-Heaven Kung Fu, so they stopped asking any more questions.
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However, Li Tianliang, who was always talkative in front of acquaintances, still said: "Senior Brother Tian, did you know? The start date of the martial arts competition after the new year has been set. You must be prepared to draw lots one day in advance. "
Xiao Ding was stunned. He didn't expect that the date would be set so quickly. It was only the tenth day of the first lunar month. Normally, wouldn't the Chinese New Year usually last until the second day of February?
"When is the start date?" Xiao Ding asked.
"The twentieth day of the first lunar month." Li Tianliang replied.
"It seems there are only ten days left." Xiao Ding sighed.
"Yes, so Brother Tian, you have to be prepared." Li Tianliang smiled.
In fact, for Xiao Ding, he felt that there was nothing to prepare for. If he encounters a master like Senior Sister in the ring, it will be of no use even if he prepares.
However, there are at most one or two disciples on each peak who can reach the Great Perfection of Qi training. Most of the other Nei Mo disciples who have entered the top sixty-four sects are between the sixth and ninth levels of Qi training. The lord of Tianyang City, Lian Zhaocai, did not send any disciples to participate in this martial arts competition, because his disciple with the highest cultivation level was the man named Lu, and his cultivation level was only at the ninth level of Qi training. Compared with the top disciples on the peaks of Tianyang Mountain, they are still slightly inferior.
The disciples of Lian Zhaocai's lineage are busy taking care of various things in Tianyang City every day. Naturally, they don't have as much time to practice as the disciples from the sect here in Tianyang Mountain. Therefore, it is natural that their cultivation level is slightly worse.
Xiao Ding didn't come up with any very effective way to deal with this martial arts tournament. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are of no avail.
Therefore, Xiao Ding felt that it was more important for him to step up his practice. Although there are only ten days of preparation time left, even if I work overtime to practice in these ten days, I may not be able to increase my cultivation much. Moreover, since I have no heavenly roots, my cultivation speed is much slower than others.
However, even if the speed is slow, it has increased, right? It's better than sitting still and waiting for death.
So from that day on, after Xiao Ding, Li Tianliang and the others said hello, they went to practice in the cave in the back mountain.
This time, he focused on practicing the art of controlling fire and controlling water. He hoped to make some progress in the remaining ten days and preferably be able to use them by then.
However, after practicing the fire control technique for a day, he found that the progress was still slow, and he could only condense a little bit of small flames. He still wanted to use the bigger flames to attack others?
If you practice at this speed, you won't make much progress even if you practice for ten days.
Xiao Ding fell into deep thought. He felt that since he was not talented enough, he could only rely on external help.
At present, his Qiankun Pot magic weapon still lacks a Yang Pearl that cannot be activated and cannot be used normally. However, in his world in the pot, there is still a large ginseng field, and those old ginseng are a great tonic. Xiao Ding had taken it before. After taking it, his body surged and his energy surged. He had to refine it into spiritual power in time, otherwise he might explode and die.
For cultivators, these old ginseng are excellent things. So, Xiao Ding took out some ginseng whiskers and cooked them into the porridge.
He did not dare to take too much at one time for fear that it would not be able to be refined and would endanger his life.
Although old ginseng is good, too much is not enough.
At the same time, he also thought that the fire control technique he practiced must be a fire-based technique. Now that he has gathered the Five Elements Spiritual Beads, he can try using the Fire Spiritual Beads to practice!
So, after drinking the ginseng porridge, he took out the fire spirit bead from the space, then crossed his legs and practiced the fire control skill with the fire spirit bead in his hand.
After practicing for a long time, Xiao Ding finally felt that this method really worked.
He could clearly feel that the small flame he had condensed was much larger than before.
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As a result, Xiao Ding suddenly gained confidence and stopped practicing the art of controlling water. He focused on practicing the art of controlling fire.
After that, he took ginseng porridge every day, held the fire spirit bead in his hand, and continued to practice the art of controlling fire. Finally, after practicing on the afternoon of the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, his art of controlling fire finally improved to a certain extent. Now, he can already condense the size of an egg. A ball of fire.
Although such a fireball is still a bit small, for Xiao Ding, he is quite satisfied.
At least, after such a fireball is sent out, it can also burn others. Used to attack the opponent, the opponent must be on guard and dodge.
Since the attack effect can be achieved, it means that my training these days has not been in vain.
Towards evening, Xiaoding returned to the front mountain of Kaiyang Peak.
Tonight, he was going to the main hall of Shouyang Peak to draw lots. Whether you can be lucky enough to avoid the top masters of the sect depends on your luck tonight.
Li Tianliang, Deng Feng, and Shan Tong also accompanied Xiao Ding to the main hall of Shouyang Peak.
In the hall of the main hall, four of Qin Taibao's followers were also standing there.
Zuo Zhongzhi and Wulong's heads have finally recovered, but they have already hated Xiao Ding in their hearts.
My head was buzzing like flies for more than half a month, which no one could stand.
Of their four followers, two were defeated by Xiao Ding, and of the remaining two, only one who was at the sixth level of Qi training entered the top eight.
The follower who reached the top eight was named Nan Ying. When Xiao Ding heard his name, he secretly laughed in his heart. With your name, it is probably difficult to win!
There was no Qin Taibao next to the four followers tonight. I heard that he had not come back since he returned to Tianyang City to visit relatives a year ago. I wonder how he will feel when he returns and finds that his second uncle Qin Feng was killed while squatting in a manhole.
Among the top eight in Kaiyang Peak, except for Lu Zhennian, who has attained the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation, the others are basically between the sixth and ninth levels of Qi Cultivation. The only exception is Xiao Ding, who only has the fourth level of Qi training.
Previously, there was an outer disciple of the fourth level of Qi training who also participated in the Kaiyang Peak top eight competition, but that person was defeated by Nan Ying.
However, this time the competition involves more than just the people from Kaiyang Peak. The top eight from each peak came to Shouyang Peak to draw lots tonight.
Senior Sister Cheng Yaomai also arrived at the main hall of Kaiyang Peak early. When she saw Xiao Ding and others walking in, she said jokingly: "Junior Brother Tian, don't draw me if you draw lots. If you draw me, I won't be polite to you!"
Xiao Ding laughed and said: "If I am lucky enough to win the title of Senior Sister, it will be an honor for me too!"
The senior sister curled her lips and said: "You are so honored! I hate people like you who talk like a poor scholar!"
Under the auspices of several sect elders, the sixty-four disciples quickly drew lots.
A total of sixty-four pieces of paper were sealed in different bamboo tubes. The bamboo tubes were wrapped with golden silk to prevent the disciples from using their spiritual consciousness to explore inside.
Each piece of paper in the bamboo tube has a number written on it, from one row to thirty-two. The person who draws the same number will become the opponent in the ring tomorrow.
Everyone took turns lining up to draw lots. After Xiao Ding finished drawing, he took out the paper in the bamboo tube and looked at it, and saw the word "1" written on it.
It’s actually the No. 1 pick!
He turned to look at Senior Sister and asked: "Senior Sister, what number did you draw?"
The senior sister said: "I drew number 32, what about you? Are you the same as me?"
Xiao Ding shook his head and said: "It's different, I drew No. 1!"
At this time, someone nearby suddenly shouted: "Tian Xiaoding, I didn't expect that you got the number 1. Let me see where you are going this time!"
(End of chapter)
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