In the first round of the competition, the winners were Wei Shiqi and Zhao Zongxuan. The leader promised the two to go to Penglai Hall to meet Elder He and each choose a suitable flying sword.
In the second round, the four direct disciples of the sect were competing for swords, which proved their progress over the years. As usual, all the second-generation disciples avoided it.
Everyone was waiting outside the mountain gate, and no one dared to peep. With nothing to do, Wei Shiqi called Chen Suzhen aside and asked about the key to choosing a flying sword.
Chen Suzhen looked him up and down, feeling a little depressed, and asked the physical cultivator to pick a flying sword. Not to mention whether he could pick a flying sword that suited him, even if Yun Jiaohua Gai picked it, what would he do with the flying sword? Are you using your arms to hit someone?
Friendship is there, and what needs to be said still needs to be said. She told Wei Shiqi that rather than him choosing the flying sword, it is better to say that the flying sword chooses its master. All he needs to do is to release his true energy, and the matching flying swords will naturally respond to each other. However, there are too few flying swords collected in Xiandu, and most of the time the trip is in vain. Fortunately, even if you fail to pick, you won't return it empty-handed. Elder He will give you a short sword made by Bai Zangdian. It is of low quality, but it is enough for practicing sword control.
Wei Shiqi had no intention of getting a good sword for nothing. He thought about bringing a dagger back to give to his junior sister. He thought it was almost time for her to refine her sword skills.
Everyone was chatting and laughing in low voices. After waiting for more than an hour, Li Shaoyu and the other four people walked out of the mountain gate. The disciples came forward to meet their master and dispersed.
Back in Xili Cave, Wei Rongniang gathered her disciples and announced the results of the competition.
Among the second generation disciples, Wei Shiqi ranked first, Zhao Zongxuan second, Han Tuo third, Xie Falcon and Duan Wenhuan failed. As she said that, Wei Rongniang glared at her apprentice, as if she hated the iron. Duan Wenhuan admitted his mistake with a bitter face. Chen Suzhen looked at the master's face and added jealousy, making the master lose his temper.
Wei Shiqi looked on with cold eyes. The relationship between their master and apprentice was very good, and he was relieved that the younger junior sister became a disciple of Wei Rongniang.
After joking for a while, Chen Suzhen asked about the results of the second round of the competition. Wei Rongniang snorted, looking a little depressed and said: "There is nothing to say. First, Senior Brother Li defeated Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Deng defeated me, and then Senior Brother Li defeated Senior Brother Deng again, and then there was no more. Let’s not talk about this anymore!”
She said a series of "senior brothers". Qin Zhen blinked and was stunned for a moment before realizing that her master had lost to Deng Yuantong in the first game. No wonder she was so depressed.
Among the direct disciples of the headmaster, Li Shaoyu turned out to be the strongest.
"By the way, Senior Brother Deng asked you to pick up the flying sword and go to Wuxie Waterfall to meet him tomorrow. He has something to tell you." Wei Rongniang remembered something and said to Wei Shiqi, "He owes you Favor, think carefully about what you want, don’t let him fool you!”
Wei Shiqi understood the idea and carefully agreed. Duan Wenhuan couldn't figure out the meaning, and felt unbearable. He wanted to ask, but didn't dare to ask. He glanced at his junior sister, and Chen Suzhen shook her head at him, saying that she didn't know either.
Early on the next morning, Wei Shiqi came to Changying Temple alone, passed through the mountain gate, bypassed the Sanqing Hall, and walked on the neat stones to the Penglai Hall.
The handyman boy went into the palace to report, and after a while he led Wei Shiqi to the quiet room where Elder He Qingxiu was.
There is nothing growing in the quiet room, only a futon. The skylight shines on the futon through the open tiles on the roof, making it quiet and peaceful.
He Jingxian stood in front of the futon with his hands behind his back, looking up at the skylight. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Here he comes!"
"Yes." Wei Shiqi stood respectfully with his hands lowered, waiting for Elder He's arrangements.
"Come with me." He Jingxian left the quiet room and walked through the Penglai Hall first, arriving at a small door in the northwest corner. He opened the door and walked out of the hall, walking along the gravel path among the grass to a garden.
The garden has been weathered, with traces of time everywhere, but it has been carefully taken care of, and even in the middle of winter, there are still pines and cypresses that remain evergreen.
"This is the Sword Hidden Garden of the Xiandu Sect. All the flying swords collected by the ancestors of the past dynasties are in the garden. The most famous ones are Seven Birds, Red Scales, and Mingfeng. The Seven Birds Sword belongs to the leader, and the Mingfeng Sword belongs to Zhao Zongxuan. , there is one red scale sword left that has not yet been recognized as its owner, let’s see how lucky you are.”
He Jingxian led him to a stone room, pushed open the heavy stone door, and saw a three-foot-square bluestone pavement with more than a dozen swords of different lengths and styles stuck on it, quietly waiting for the day he enters the world.
"Try it, throw a punch and release the true energy."
"How much force do you need to use?"
He Jingxian reminded him: "If you want to choose the flying sword that suits you best, don't hide your strength and use 120% of your strength."
Wei Shiqi was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "Disciple, you are showing off your shame." He raised his fist and struck out towards the void in the stone room, using all his strength, his true energy instantly overlapped twelve layers, and a yellow dragon flew out from the fist. , the flying swords vibrated together, and the entire stone room suddenly lit up with silver-white talismans. They were connected to each other and looped back and forth, turning into a huge talisman array. Huanglong shook his head and tail in the talisman array, roared around the stone chamber, and scattered countless light spots. The talisman array dimmed again and disappeared under the stone.
"That's right. As expected, Zhao Zongxuan did not lose unjustly." He Jingxian nodded and stared at the flying sword in the stone chamber. When the sound of the sword subsided, he sighed, "You are not lucky -"
Before he finished speaking, a flying sword flew out from the bluestone, and Wei Shiqi reached out to catch it.
