Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Shigatse, Tibet
A slovenly Tibetan man jumped out of the taxi in a hurry. The man's hair seemed to have not been washed for several years, his face and hands were as black as carbon, and the Tibetan clothes on his body exuded an unpleasant rancid smell. The only one he wore was Perhaps the only thing worthy of his swollen body was the multi-treasure string worn around his neck. The driver put him down, started the car and disappeared for a moment as if he was running away.
He looked around furtively, hid in the bushes for ten minutes to make sure no one was following him, then walked another two kilometers and stopped in front of a mountain house.
When the slovenly man was hesitating whether to knock on the door, a joking male voice came from inside the door: "Brother Hua, you just said why you feel upset today. I know the reason. What do you think it is?"
Another sobbing man inside the door said: "I guess it must be because a bereaved dog came to the door. We killed it and soiled our hands. We drove it away and were afraid that it would bite the world. It was extremely embarrassing. Yeah, that's why I feel sick in waves. Brother Shu, am I right?"
The sloppy man heard the two men's strange sarcasm. Although he was angry, he did not dare to get angry. He could only salute through the door and said: "Two Taoist brothers, please don't make fun of me. I have a big deal to do with these two Taoists this time." Brother, cooperate."
The book brother inside the door said: "Brother Hua, I wonder if there is something wrong with my ears. Brother Wengyi Dao lost his body, and then he is now telling us outside the door that there is a big deal?"
The painting brother said: "There's nothing wrong with your ears. That's what he said. It's just that he has to say it himself. If it gets out, it will make people laugh."
This sloppy man was the Wengyi San who had just been beheaded by Wang Shen not long ago. His Nascent Soul did not dare to stay in the sphere of influence of the two major sects of Tianshan and Kunlun and fled southward until he finally reached the Shigatse area. Found a Tibetan homeless man who seemed to have no family and seized his body. Even so, he was still worried. If someone found out about seizing mortal bodies, and he bumped into two Jish or even Kembu just under the eyes of Zayeba Temple, then he might be punished on the spot. . The two people he came to look for were one called Shu Sanren and the other Hua Sanren. They were the two proud disciples of Shulan Shusheng in the combined period, and they were known as the Two Immortals of Calligraphy and Painting. Relying on their master's great distraction, the two of them ran rampant in Tibetan areas, and almost no one dared to offend them except Zayeba Monastery.
Wengyi Sanren said: "Two Taoist brothers, calligraphy and painting, can you please open the door and speak?"
Hua Sanren laughed and cursed, and the courtyard door opened on its own. Wengyi Sanren entered and quickly turned around to close the door. There are two huge billboards placed side by side in the courtyard. On one billboard, the paper is messy and ink is flying everywhere. On the other, there is only an unfinished long painting held down by a paperweight. There is a man in front of each of the two billboards. Hold the pen and stand. A handsome man in black robe is putting the brush in his hand into the brush washer to wash the ink. The other man, who was wearing a plain robe and had a feminine appearance, did not stop painting. He was holding a rabbit hair in his hand to dye the painting. He didn't even raise his head when Wengyi came into the courtyard.
Shusanren covered his mouth and nose and said, "This stink! Did you fall into the cesspool halfway?"
Wengyi Sanren said: "Brother Shu, don't laugh at me again! It's not easy for me to find such a body."
Hua Sanren waved his hand, and a stool flew to the edge of the courtyard wall, and said, "Brother Wengyi Dao, just sit there. Don't go this way anymore." When Wengyi Sanren had no choice but to sit down, he said, "Tell me something. Well, who destroyed the body?"
Weng Yi Sanren said: "By a little kid of seven or eight years old!" His eyes were red, and flames seemed to spurt out as he spoke these words.
When the two calligraphy and painting immortals heard this, they were immediately surprised. Shusanren asked: "Seven or eight years old? Even if you have been practicing since your mother's womb, no matter how talented you are, seven or eight years old is still in the Qi refining period. How can you destroy your body? Is that so? The child's teacher fought with you only to give the child the final blow that crippled your body, right?"
Wengyi Sanren said bitterly: "This is exactly the big deal I want to discuss with you! Not only did that kid not have a teacher by his side, but he and I fought alone from beginning to end without anyone else intervening!"
Seeing the calligraphy and painting immortal's expression change again, Wengyi Sanren continued: "The child's steps and body movements are as light as the wind. I don't know what method it is, but the sword techniques he used throughout the process were all Emei sword techniques, and there was not a single move. Exception. At the age of seven or eight, he is already at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. To be honest, this is the only time I have seen him in my life, but he is still far from being qualified to kill my body in the Foundation Establishment Stage!"
Shusan said: "Brother Wengyi Dao, please stop showing off and tell me what else is weird about him?"
Wengyi Sanren knew that he had successfully aroused the interest of the two, so he said: "Based on my observation, that child can know Chi You's Jiuzang Sutra!"
The calligraphy and painting immortals could no longer force themselves to remain calm and said in unison: "What!"
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Tianshan
All the disciples of the Tianshan Sect have arrived at the large-scale competition field at the top of Tianjian Peak. At this moment, the competition on the field has gone on for thirteen rounds, and thirteen candidates have been born.
The floor, fences, auditorium seats of this newly built competition venue, as well as the steps to the top of the mountain for the fifth generation disciples who were unable to control the air, are all made of Tianshan's unique white granite. The project was huge, and it was hard to imagine that it was all completed in half a day by Yun Aobai's delicate hands.
The "Snowy Cold Pond", the most aura-rich cave heaven in the Tianshan Mountains, is located at Tianjian Peak. In addition to the masters of the snow cave in the past twenty years, a total of 104 of the 522 fifth-generation disciples of the Tianshan Sect have signed up to compete. The schedule is also very clear, that is, the contestants are divided into fifty groups to compete in turn, and then again into two groups until reaching the eighth, quarter, semi-final and final.
Wang Shen shamelessly insisted on sharing a seat in the front row with Li Qingru. Fortunately, the seat designed by Yun Aobai was big enough, so it would not be very crowded even if the two of them sat together. At this time, the two white-clothed disciples on the field were mediocre in strength. Wang Shen was bored and asked Chen Jiaxuan, who was sitting on the left side of Li Qingru: "Senior Sister Chen, do you have "Nanyang Weekly" here?"
Chen Jiaxuan said: "Yes. Do you want to see it?"
Wang Shen nodded. Li Qingru reminded: "Now everyone is watching the game at Tianjian Peak, who has "Nanyang Weekly"?"
Chen Jiaxuan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. If your uncle wants to see us, just go and get it! Qingqing, go to my room and get it." Then she turned to Wang Shen and said, "Can I have one?"
Zhao Qing was not dissatisfied at all. When Wang Shen nodded, he left the table to get it. Li Qingru complained in a low voice: "Don't cause trouble to others. Fortunately, Qing Qing didn't participate in the competition. Otherwise, it would be a delay."
Wang Shen giggled twice and said, "Why is Senior Sister Zhu missing? Is it her turn?"
Chen Jiaxuan said: "She will be the next one, and the opponent is Shu Ming."
Wang Shen said: "Whose disciple is Shu Ming?"
Chen Jiaxuan's beautiful eyes shone with a cold light and said, "It belongs to that little bitch Qin Yulu."
Wang Shen knew as soon as he heard that there must be another story, so he turned to his right and asked Sima Bing for help with a questioning look.
Sima Bing glanced at his apprentice, but did not blame him. He just sighed and sent a message to Wang Shen: "Qin Yulu is the disciple of Junior Sister Xiong Tiejuan, and Xiong Tiejuan is the apprentice of Junior Uncle Shui Shuquan. Qin Yulu and Jiaxuan were particularly close friends. But five years ago, the two of them suddenly stopped talking to each other because of a conflict." Since they were talking about gossip among women, even though it related to her own disciples, she still couldn't talk about it alone with a brat like Wang Shen. She was unwilling to do so, so she specially allowed Li Qingru to hear the voice transmission.
Wang Shen asked: "Then what is the reason for the conflict between the two of them?"
Sima Bing hesitated for a moment and then sent a message: "Jiaxuan had a boyfriend from the Kunlun sect, but later broke up with that person. After the breakup, the person immediately fell in love with Qin Yulu."
Wang Shen seemed to understand and continued to ask: "It's easy to get better? Is it because of this?"
Sima Bing knew that he was too young to understand the intrigues between women that often stirred up troubles, and for a while he didn't know how to explain it to him.
Fortunately, Li Qingru came to the rescue: "You are still young and don't understand this. Besides, this is a matter between girls. You'd better not ask any more questions."
Wang Shen had no choice but to nod, then changed the subject and said: "Senior Sister Sima, of the one hundred and two people, aren't there fifty-one who have advanced? Then the next round will be the top twenty-five. But what about the one who is alone? Woolen cloth?"
Sima Bing smiled and said: "In this case, doesn't the person who is left alone be counted as directly advancing to the next round?"
Wang Shen said: "Oh! I know, the World Cup is also arranged in the group stage."
Sima Bing said: "Yes, our cultivation world also has a grand event called the 'Lian Zang Conference' that takes place every sixty years, and the schedule is also arranged in this way."
The Lianzang Conference is a competition for young disciples held every sixty years in the Chinese cultivation world. All major sects in the country can sign up to participate. In addition to the first-class major sects, there are also many small sects who sign up to participate in each session. , in the thousands of years, there have been occasional incidents where disciples of small sects broke out of the siege and were upset, but most of the time the thrones of first, second and third place were occupied by disciples of first-class large sects.
When Sima Bing and Wang Shen introduced the Lianzang Conference, Shuanghenmo, who was sitting at the top of the auditorium at the top of the auditorium, was looking at Wang Shen and Li Qingru worriedly.
"That little girl has good character. Senior sister, are you thinking of taking on a disciple?" Hua Qinxing unleashed her true power, making her, Shuanghenmo, Cheng Yiyi and Yun Aobai's seats form their own little world. Other disciples will no longer be able to detect the content of the conversation and every move.
Shuanghenmo didn't answer Hua Qinxing's words, but just looked at Wang Shen who was eating snacks blankly and said, "When you were eight years old, did you ever think about seducing a man?"
Cheng Yiyi smiled and said: "Oh my God, who still remembers what happened seven or eight hundred years ago?"
Yun Aobai said: "The first time I felt a heartbeat, if I remember correctly, I should have been twelve or thirteen years old, but at that time it was very precarious and no one had the intention to actually put it into practice. Later, when my cultivation level became higher, My horizons have improved, and my ability to distinguish right from wrong has also improved, and I no longer have the touching feeling of being shaken in my heart."
Shuanghenmo said: "Look at this guy, he has taken over a woman's heart at a young age. The most disgusting thing is that he didn't even notice it."
The three fairies followed her gaze and looked at Wang Shen at the bottom of the auditorium. Li Qingru was taking away the French fries in his hand, handing him the juice, and not forgetting to insert a straw when he was about to drink.
