The three elders were all stunned after hearing this. They had never thought that Saint Qianqiu would want to keep Jing Xin: "This..."
Seeing that the three of them were hesitant, Saint Qianqiu was not in a hurry. Wait quietly. The three elders from Sichuan and Sichuan talked to each other for a long time, then called Jing Xin to their side and asked a few questions in a low voice. Finally, Jingxin bowed to the saint and said, "Thank you so much for your kindness. Jingxin would like to stay with the three elders for a while longer. If we meet again in the future, the saint will not give up, and she will be admitted to the state religion at that time."
Saint Qianqiu nodded and said, "Okay, then we'll meet again by fate. The three elders will also invite more guests to the National Religion in the future."
The three elders bowed their hands and saluted: "Farewell." After saying that, he took Jingxin and left.
After everything was done, Zhuge Wencai gritted his teeth and whispered to Saint Qianqiu: "Qianqiu, you have spent a lot of money to make Ming'er a Saint. If Jing Xin wasn't worried about competing with Ye Qingcheng, Ming'er wouldn't be able to compete with Ye Qingcheng." You may not be able to outwit her, but you actually plotted against me and the three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan."
Saint Qianqiu glanced towards the west viewing platform with a smile on her lips: "Who said I only plotted against these three old bastards, you and Chuanshu!"
On the west viewing platform, Zhen Shifang looked at Feng Wuhen, then turned and looked at Xiaoyaozi: "Old bastard, are you plotting against me?"
Venerable Nianhua beside Saint Qianqiu said: "Since Ye Qingcheng has withdrawn, the winner of the second trial is Ming Yuan. Do you still have any objections?"
There was no objection in the audience. Saint Qianqiu said with a smile: "Well, I will now announce the third trial. It will be held at midnight tonight at the altar of the state religion. You still have a few hours to prepare for the final trial. For: Asking Heaven.”
"Wentian?"
"I don't know what the saint is asking about heaven?"
"Isn't this question a bit strange?"
Saint Qianqiu turned around and left without any explanation. Venerable Nianhua who was standing next to him stepped forward and said, "It is no longer yours to ask questions about heaven. You will find out in the evening. You must not be late at midnight. Please go back."
Several people in Yashan lost interest in the election, but saw their master coming. They all followed the master back to Tingfeng Pavilion. When Zhuo Bufan fell down in Tingfeng Pavilion and was about to bow down, he was grabbed by Chu Mu next to him, and then he said coldly: "Excuse me, who are you?"
Tianjisou Zhou Li frowned and said, "Are you talking to my master? Chu Mu, what do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious? Senior brother thinks you are not our master." Kong Laoliu said with a smile beside him.
Tianjisou was very happy at this: "Lao Liu, you said I'm not your master. If I'm not your master, why should I be someone else?"
Chu Mu didn't wait for the others next to him to say anything, and continued: "When I came down the mountain, did Master remember what he told me?"
Tianjisou said angrily: "What I have told you is naturally only told to you. Do you want me to repeat it to you in front of so many people? Well, since you want me to tell you, I will..."
Chu Mu waved his hand: "Your Excellency has made two mistakes. First, Master has clearly told us before going down the mountain that Master and his uncles will not be able to go down the mountain in a short period of time. If Master says he can't, he definitely can't. No matter what happens, he will definitely do it." I will not go down the mountain at this time. Secondly, since the things my master told me can only be told to me, no matter what happens, he will not say it again in front of so many people. So, no matter whether you really know it or not What, you are definitely not my master. If you don’t tell the truth again, don’t blame us for being rude."
Tianjisou looked at Chu Mu, then at Kong Miaozhi, and finally focused on Zhuo Bufan: "Thirteen, do you think so too?"
Zhuo Bufan was hesitant and was about to say something. Suddenly, two cold stars next to him were directed at Tianjisou's throat and heart. Tianjisou was so frightened that he shrank back and barely managed to avoid the hidden weapon that was intended to hit him. The hidden weapon in his heart flew out from the side of his neck, and then was nailed to the wall.
Zhuo Bufan hurriedly turned around and saw that Gu Wu and Wu Qi had just retracted their fingers. The two cold stars just now were the two star-picking handles.
"No more fun, no more fun. Why are you so unreasonable and just take action?" Tianjisou's voice suddenly turned into a woman's voice.
Zhuo Bufan immediately reached out and strangled Tianjisou's neck, and then said angrily: "Who are you! Why do you dare to use the name of Tianjisou!"
Chu Mu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Zhuo Bufan: "Uncle Thirteen, please be merciful. The matter hasn't been found out yet, so let's let go first."
Zhuo Bufan endured it for a long time, finally suppressed his anger, and then snorted coldly: "I don't see why you want him to talk about satisfying the requirements of the three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan in front of so many people if you see it."
Kong Miaozhi said with a smile: "Uncle Thirteen, I didn't let senior brother point it out. If this person hadn't appeared at that time, the fourth senior sister would have been riding a tiger. And if I guessed correctly, this person should be Miss Ming Yuan."
Tianjisou looked surprised, and then he wiped it on his face, and his whole body seemed to stretch out. In the blink of an eye, he turned into Ming Yuan, a disciple of Saint Qianqiu.
"Are you Kong Miaozhi? How did you guess it was me? Zhuo Bufan was fooled by me, but you can actually see it? Is there something wrong with me? Tell me and let me listen."
Kong Miaozhi said cheerfully: "My master stinks every day, unlike my sister who has her own fragrance. I can smell it just by smelling it with my nose, right, second senior brother."
Although Kong Miaozhi was asking Gu Wu, he continued without waiting for him to say anything: "Did my unfortunate old man secretly arrange this with the saint behind our backs?"
Ming Yuan's eyes widened: "You also guessed this?"
After listening to this, Kong Miaozhi felt a little confused: "The Saint wouldn't just want "Drunk Fire and Flying Flowers" after putting so much effort into it. Is there something else that needs to be explained that hasn't been told to us? This old man really puts in the effort, every time Let Yong guess.”
When Ming Yuan heard what he said, her face showed surprise: "I have long heard that Kong Miaozhi from Yashan is a master who cannot be messed with. When I met you today, I realized that the world still underestimates you. Your master did make a deal with the saint. . But all this is for Miss Ye."
Ye Qingcheng was a little dazed after hearing this: "For me? Please explain it more clearly."
Ming Yuan smiled and said, "Miss Ye is so charming. If I were a man, I would definitely not let you go. Oh, what a pity." Seeing Ye Qingcheng's expression change, Ming Yuan continued, "What do you think of today's competition, Miss Ye?"
“How about what?
Ming Yuan shook her head and said: "Miss Ye, there's no point in trying to be strong. You saw it today. Jingxin and I can learn new tricks in a short period of time, and you can't defeat me in a short period of time. If today, You chose a martial arts at random, and there was no way you would end up outside the top ten. The world is so big, and there are so many outstanding talents. Mr. Zhou just wants you to take a good look at it this time. Not only hard work can make you unparalleled. This is the most difficult thing in the world. The scariest thing is luck, then talent, and finally hard work. Miss Ye, your talent is limited, and your hard work is in vain."
After hearing this, Ye Qingcheng's face turned pale, and Changsun Wufang grabbed her arm and became better. She shook her head slightly and walked slowly to the backyard.
Ming Yuan saw this and shouted: "Miss Ye, if you don't get what you want, why bother practicing martial arts so hard, why not..."
Before she finished speaking, Kong Miaozhi suddenly shouted loudly: "Are you here to represent the saint? If you don't represent the saint, there is no need to say the following words!"
Ming Yuan heard Kong Miaozhi shouting loudly and knew that he had guessed what she was going to say. She shrugged, indicating that she didn't care, and then changed the subject and said, "In that case, let's get over this matter. This is the map of "Drunken Fire and Flying Flowers", and I give it back to you! Mr. Du, the saint asked me to tell Mr. Du. After the Wentian Conference tonight, she will be waiting for Mr. Du at the National Religion Hall to discuss important matters."
Du Jie heard the saint looking for him again, nodded and said: "Okay, I will be there today."
"Originally, I wasn't very interested in the title of Saintess, but...everyone, remember not to be late for the Wentian Conference in the evening. We will see you then. Farewell!"
After Ming Yuan finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the house. When she left the house, her body swayed from side to side. In just two or three moments, her appearance and clothes had all changed, as if she was a different person. Ming Yuan just left Tingfeng Pavilion. When Zhuo Bufan saw her leaving, he turned to the juniors and said, "Can any of you explain what is going on!"
Chu Mu looked at Kong Miaozhi, who said with a smile: "Uncle, don't get excited. I'll tell you slowly."
"Our master should have made a deal with Saint Qianqiu before we set off, using "Drunken Fire and Flying Flowers" to give the fourth child a chance to compete for the position of Saint. But for some reason, Saint Saint Qianqiu changed his mind. Ming Ming When Miss Yuan comes to our Tingfeng Pavilion, she probably still wants to get the fourth child to join the state religion. Let’s see if we can leave the map of "Drunk Fire and Flying Flowers"."
"Is it that simple? But I saw something wrong with the way you looked at her just now. Are you hiding something from me, Liu?"
Kong Miaozhi looked up with a thoughtful expression: "It's not a big deal, but I realized something about Miss Mingyuan's behavior just now."
"What's up?"
"We seem to have been targeted by someone, and this person even thought the saint was in big trouble, so he asked Ming Yuan to use Master's appearance to come to Tingfeng Pavilion. Uncle Master, didn't you see that Miss Ming Yuan went out just now? At that time, did you disguise yourself as a maid and leave?"
"Being targeted?"
"I think this person is either coming for the Tianji Sect or the Seventh Brother. But I don't know if he is from the court or from the Jianghu?"
"Are you here for me?" Du Jie was a little surprised when he heard that there was something about himself involved.
"But there's no need to worry, Old Seventh. This person just sent people to follow him but didn't show up. He must be a coward. The saint just felt that there was some trouble, but she didn't know it. She must have thought that this person was not a risk. There was some trouble. , but there is no danger. If you think about it this way, most of the people watching are sent by the emperor. "
