That day, it was snowing.
Li Xiuyuan got up early, cooked a pot of porridge, and went to practice swordsmanship in the wind and snow for half an hour. He was not worried about whether he could win the four competitions today, but was thinking about the long trip in the near future.
I never imagined that after one year in Tianyun Mountain, I would have to venture into the outside world alone!
After finishing these things and waiting for Meng Shentong to get up and wash up, the master and apprentice ate two bowls of porridge and drank two cups of spiritual tea. Seeing that the time was approaching, they walked out of the library.
The old man was in front, and Li Xiuyuan, who was following behind, was not impatient, listening to the noisy sounds in the square, thinking that this was another lively day.
For Li Xiuyuan, today's four competitions were just the completion of a bet between Master Nalan Ruoyu and the headmaster, and had nothing to do with the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land.
The boy who has experienced countless lives and deaths under the abyss has allowed him to be calm enough when encountering a big event. He can also take time to make some preparations, such as digging a big hole like yesterday.
Although he didn't know if this big pit could be put to any use, thinking about it was better than nothing.
Along the way, he did not meet Wang Qiang and Ping An as he had imagined.
However, when they were about to arrive at the square, they met Xiao Linger, who was holding Chen Xiaoyan's sleeve. Only then did he realize that Wang Qiang, who was seriously injured, was still recuperating at Yaozun's place, and Ping An was naturally with him.
Looking at the lively scene in the square, he recalled the scene at Tianyun Mountain's apprenticeship ceremony, and found that the crowd today was not much different from that day.
Suddenly I realized something. The Snowfield Holy Land's challenge could not only be a major event for Tianyun Mountain, but also a major event for the entire Loulan City.
Because the victory or defeat in Tianyun Mountain determines the future direction of Loulan City and even longer.
As a junior sister, Chen Xiaoyan naturally wanted to say hello to her senior brother. Xiao Ling'er let go of her sister's hand, came over and pulled Li Xiuyuan and asked about the issue.
"Brother, have you shaved your hair again?"
"My brother can't come safely. His master was seriously injured during the competition yesterday."
"Brother, are you free to teach little Ling'er how to practice swords this time?"
"Xiao Ling'er, shut up, senior brother will be on stage soon!" Chen Xiaoyan looked at Xiao Ling'er and frowned.
Li Xiuyuan took Xiao Ling'er's hand and walked forward, and asked calmly: "Xiao Ling'er, how are your sword skills? Can you chop down a snowflake?"
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, who was wearing a thin black shirt of coarse cloth, Chen Xiaoyan was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time!
Not to mention the loss of his black hair, the Li Xiuyuan in front of him was even more eye-catching than Monk Ruoli from the Snowfield Holy Land except that he was not wearing a monk's robe.
She didn't know why, but she believed in her master's promise to teach. She didn't know why, but when she opened her mouth with difficulty, she revealed her other thoughts.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he said: "I won a fight yesterday, and today I still want to... give it a try to see if it is possible for me to win another fight!"
There was a smile in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, and he replied quietly: "You have fulfilled your responsibility, today is my battlefield!"
After a moment of silence, Chen Xiaoyan said hesitantly: "I don't know why, but I just feel that I have been practicing swordsmanship for half a winter, and I am always unwilling to give it a try."
"That's it?" Li Xiuyuan looked into her eyes quietly, then took out the bamboo sword and handed it to her: "Show me, as long as you can chop off a snowflake, I will let you fight again!"
As a senior brother, he did not refuse his junior sister's request, but put forward his own conditions.
In his opinion, this condition could not be any lower. Even Xiao Longer could probably chop off four or five snowflakes.
However, Chen Xiaoyan did not pick up the bamboo sword in his hand, but replied with some embarrassment: "No, I can't do it right now. I'll try to wait until spring comes..."
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the embarrassed look on her face, smiled and said: "If you want it, you have to keep practicing. Believe me, I will wait for your sword."
When you cut off four or five snowflakes, you will know that everything you did today was the right choice. "
"I told you last time that I started practicing swordplay like this when I was very young. Ten thousand times a day is the minimum requirement. My husband did not force me to do this..."
Looking at the flying snow in the sky, Li Xiuyuan seemed to have returned to the Tianshan Mountains.
The joy and anxiety when I first learned how to cut snow that day, the disappointment and persistence again and again, and even the joy when I was able to cut off a snowflake after two years of hard training.
"I will take Xiao Ling'er to practice well!" Chen Xiaoyan looked at the empty high platform and let out a sigh.
...
In the main hall, all the venerables have already taken their seats. Meng Shentong, who has not appeared for a long time, is also sitting next to the headmaster. This is because Nalan Ruoyu specially asked someone to add a chair.
Looking at the figures on the square, Meng Shentong asked: "Everyone is here, let's start. Aren't there four competitions today?"
The headmaster was stunned, looked at him and replied calmly: "Then please ask Yuan Zun to announce the start."
Looking at Meng Shentong who had not been out for a long time, Yuan Zun covered his forehead with his hands, looked at Ouyang Chongming and asked: "How do you want to compete today?"
Ouyang Chongming smiled and replied: "We have been fighting and killing for two days. Let's change to a more civilized one today."
After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands, looked at Ouyang Xuan beside him and said, "Move the things up!"
Ouyang Xuan nodded, looked at the Snowfield Holy Land disciples under the Grand Highness, and said, "Bring the tables and chairs up!"
I saw a momentary commotion in the crowd below. Many disciples moved two tables and two chairs to the high platform. After a while, two sets of tables and chairs were placed on the huge high platform.
Ouyang Xueman, who had fought with Chen Xiaoyan yesterday, was still wearing a white cotton skirt and a white animal skin jacket, looking extremely elegant.
Ouyang Wenxue walked up to the high platform step by step. After meeting the elders in the hall, he didn't say much, but turned around and walked towards the table on the right.
I saw her moving lightly, taking out a guqin and placing it on the table. Then she looked down at the qin table quietly without saying a word.
Ouyang Chongming looked at Yuan Zun and the headmaster and smiled and said: "Today's first game, we are competing on the piano skills. They all say that Yu Zun of Tianyun Mountain is the piano immortal. I wonder how much true inheritance the descendants of Yu Zun have?"
When Yuan Zun heard this, he couldn't help looking at Nalan Ruoyu and laughed strangely: "Yu Zun, are your disciples ready?"
Nalan Ruoyu was even more startled, thinking to herself, aren't you giving away people's heads?
She didn't even send a message to Li Xiuyuan. In her opinion, if someone just wanted to sleep, someone would bring him a pillow. Why wouldn't she do it?
Even so, she nodded to avoid the difficulty and said softly: "As I said yesterday, I have a senior disciple who has been in retreat...just enough for him to catch up with the last day of the competition."
Ouyang Xuan, who was standing behind Ouyang Chongming, felt a thump in his heart. He felt bad. Zhufeng's legendary senior brother had left seclusion at this juncture.
Is it possible that a comeback is really going to happen? And they came to conquer Tianyun Holy Land with the determination to win, and no mistakes were allowed.
Nalan Ruoyu didn't say anything more, but cleared her throat and said, "I'm already on stage, so you can't just hide in the crowd and keep silent..."
Before Nalan Ruoyu's voice could fall to the ground, Li Xiuyuan put down Xiao Ling'er's hand, gently pushed aside the crowd in front of him, and walked to the high platform step by step!
There was a bang, and the ground was covered with silver makeup. Whether it was a disciple from Tianyun Mountain or a disciple from Snowfield Holy Land, wasn't that one wearing a thick leather jacket?
But it was said that the senior brother of Zhufeng was the same as the previous monk Ruoli, only wearing a thin gown, a bald head, and not even a hat to protect the snow.
Li Xiuyuan was walking towards the high platform step by step. His black shirt was in sharp contrast with the flying snow in the sky, even more eye-catching than Ouyang Manxue in the Snowfield Holy Land.
One of the two is
A white dress beats the snow, but one wears a black shirt to survive the night!
Is this obviously because you want to be dressed in darkness and overcome the white snow?
In just an instant, there was a strong impact that caught the eyes of thousands of monks tightly!
"Oh my god, isn't that guy the sect's little handyman who sweeps the floor?"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense, he is Zhufeng's senior brother now!"
"Oh my god, I never thought that the guy Yu Zun snatched from Yuan Zun became Zhufeng's senior brother..."
"How long has it been since then?"
Even Nalan Ruoyu in the main hall was amazed by the unhurried appearance of his disciple. He was telling you to keep a low profile, why are you still so arrogant?
The headmaster looked at the bald boy and couldn't help but turned to look at Meng Shentong and asked: "This is your student, it's so cold that I can't find a thicker robe for him..." ..”
Meng Shentong shook his head and said with a faint smile: "If the cold doesn't kill him, why waste those spiritual stones? The sect didn't even buy clothes for him?"
Nalan Ruoyu on the side looked at Ouyang Chongming and asked: "How do you want to compare?"
Li Xiuyuan, who walked up to the high platform, clasped hands with the headmaster, Ouyang Chongming and others in the main hall, then turned to the table on the left and gently brushed off the snowflakes on his body.
He said to Ouyang Manxue, who was facing him, he raised his hands and said, "Zhufeng Li Xiuyuan, I have met the Holy Land Senior Sister!"
Ouyang Xueman, who didn't close his mouth for a long time, stood up and returned the greeting: "Ouyang Manxue, I have met my junior brother!"
But I was thinking in my heart, I never expected that Tianyun Mountain would be like the Snowfield Holy Land, hiding a Buddhist disciple, and he was also a mortal who seemed to have no cultivation.
This, such a guy can also be Zhufeng's senior brother?
Chen Xiuyuan ignored his opponent's surprise, but thought about what Nalan Ruoyu said just now, and asked quietly: "How is this competition going?"
Ouyang Chongming, who was sitting in front of the main hall, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, so what if Tianyun Mountain moved out a Buddhist disciple? How could a mortal without immortal veins win today's four competitions?
You know, Snowfield Holy Land only needs to win one more game to win the bet with Tianyun Mountain and win the ten-year jurisdiction of Loulan Ancient City.
The Tianyun Mountain in front of me is probably beyond repair.
But Ouyang Xuan didn't know him that way. He smelled a dangerous aura from Li Xiuyuan, who was dressed in black.
Being able to wear only a thin gown in such a cold season, and he couldn't see a trace of fear in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, showed a lot of problems.
Even the headmaster sitting beside him couldn't help but frowned, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and asked: "How long has it been, why haven't you condensed the spiritual veins yet?"
Nalan Ruoyu couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She pointed at Meng Shentong sitting beside him and said with a smile: "Ask him. This is not my disciple alone. He also has a share."
Ouyang Chongming was startled, looked at Meng Shentong and asked, "Elder Meng, is this young man also your disciple?"
Meng Shentong looked at Li Xiuyuan's performance on the high platform and felt very happy in his heart. When he heard Ouyang Chongming's inquiry next to him, he couldn't help laughing.
Replied: "That boy was my good disciple. He spent all day reading and writing with me in the library. Unexpectedly, he was accidentally snatched away by Yu Zun. What can I do?"
When Nalan Ruoyu heard that she quit, she curled her lips and said, "I snatched it from Yuan Zun and Jian Zun, and it has nothing to do with you."
Ouyang Chongming shook his head and thought to himself that the young man had great potential, but he had no immortal veins and no cultivation. Is it worth it for you venerables to snatch him away?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but said to Ouyang Xuan behind him: "Tell the young man the rules of the competition!"
PS: No votes please... Let’s talk about this chapter. This is my favorite chapter, and the next few chapters will be even more exciting.
