Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 306 Sword Field Competition 1

He Junyou was led to a place with an excellent view. The master's eldest disciple Du Rui stood beside him. He smiled friendly and said to the young swordsman.

"Thank you for the long trip. I'm sorry to bother you so much. I don't know who the two people competing next to you are. You look so strong, you are indeed disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect."

Du Rui looked at He Junyou who had suddenly visited him with a complicated expression, and said politely, "These two are Bi Zihan and Lin Qingyue from my Ziyang Sword Sect. They are both top-notch."

"Then who do you think will win, Brother Du?"

Du Rui hesitated for a moment, but still followed his heart: "I think Bi Zihan will win."

"Oh?" He Junyou disagreed. "I think the other Lin Qingyue will win. How about we make a bet? Let's bet on the Soul-Suppressing Wood on Dinglei Mountain in your Ziyang Sword Sect?"

Du Rui forced a smile and said, "Brother He, you're joking. How can we use the Soul-Calming Wood as a bet?"

In fact, he was already furious and wanted to drive this psychopath out. If his master hadn't repeatedly warned him not to offend the Shangnan Sect, he would have drawn his sword!

He Junyou just smiled and said nothing: "I also know that the Soul-Soothing Wood is not a rare item for the Ziyang Sword Sect, but another function of the Soul-Soothing Wood is to comfort the spirits of the ancestors. My He family is not shameless and would not voluntarily offer benefits in exchange for the Soul-Soothing Wood."

The Soul-Calming Wood is extremely difficult to produce. It requires the right time, place, and people. The right time includes the unique climate of Zhongzhou, the right place includes the condensed rootless soil, and the right people include the heroic souls of countless ancestors of the Zi Yang Sword Sect on Dinglei Mountain.

It was for this reason that He Junyou came to Zi Yang Sword Sect.

Du Rui couldn't decide on this matter. "I will report this to the headmaster."

"Thank you very much." He Junyou smiled without saying anything, and suddenly the smile on his face froze.

"I actually lost." He said in distress, "Fortunately, I didn't bet with Brother Du."

Du Rui: "...Then I will go and report to the Sect Leader first."

"Go, go." He Junyou waved his hand like he was chasing a dog.

Du Rui clenched his fists.

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There is no doubt that Lin Qingyue lost.

There were many reasons. Lin Qingyue looked at Senior Sister Bi Zihan across from him and said frankly, "I lost."

"The first match is between Lin Qingyue and Bi Zihan. Bi Zihan wins!"

The others cheered. After all, they were the ones who often fought against Bi Zihan. They could see her hard work and ruthlessness, so they were naturally happy for her victory.

Bi Zihan glanced at Lin Qingyue worriedly: "Is your injury... okay?"

Both of them ended the battle quickly. Lin Qingyue couldn't delay the fight for too long due to his injury, otherwise his weaknesses would be exposed.

Bi Zihan has strong confidence in himself.

Lin Qingyue smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem. If there is a problem, I can still come to participate in the sword competition?"

Bi Zihan also smiled: "Then I look forward to fighting you again during the Champion Showdown."

"Then you wait." Lin Qingyue had just made such arrogant remarks, and when he was leaving the field, he met Ji Fuyou who came down from another sword field.

Lin Qingyue looked puzzled:???

"Qingyue!" A familiar voice came from behind him. Lin Qingyue froze, his heart beating fast: "...No way?"

When Feng Yiqiu walked up to her, he smiled and said to her, "Your opponent tomorrow is me. We haven't had a fight in a long time. How about going now?"

Speak of the devil, and he'll appear. Lin Qingyue was completely paralyzed. She looked at Feng Yiqiu with a blank face, "Didn't you say you wouldn't participate in this sword competition?"

"Yeah, but when I think about it, I regret it." Feng Yiqiu smiled coldly: "Giving up the opportunity to improve yourself for the sake of my father's approval is foolish."

Lin Qingyue felt that what she said made sense, but she didn't want to be with Feng Yiqiu now. She still remembered what happened at Qinghe Lake last time!

I don’t know where Ji Fuyou went. I just saw him and his expression seemed wrong. Could something have happened to Fu Weisheng?

"Then let's go find a place to compete now?"

Lin Qingyue pulled the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I have something else to do, I'll leave first."

Feng Yiqiu looked at Lin Qingyue's receding figure and lowered his hands.

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"I remember your name. Your name is Wen Lingyun, right?"

Wen Lingyun looked at the blue-eyed girl in front of him and felt a sense of familiarity.

"Who are you? Why do I feel like I've seen you before?"

"Have you seen me?" Lan Tang chuckled with a hint of nostalgia: "Of course you have seen me, but you were too young at that time and don't remember it."

"Every child born in Qingjing Town will go to the Water Temple to pray for blessings." Lan Tang touched Wen Lingyun's shoulder, and a faint blue water pattern emerged from his body.

"This is the blessing of the mermaids. From now on, when you encounter rivers and streams, you don't have to fear the shrimp soldiers and crab generals within them."

Wen Lingyun was excited: "Could it be that you are the Lord Water God?"

Like other children in Qingjing Town, Wen Lingyun grew up listening to the legend of the Water God, the omnipotent Water God as told by adults.

Now that I have actually seen the real person, how can I not be excited?

It’s a pity that his grandparents are no longer with us, otherwise he would have been able to share this with them.

"That's right." Lan Tang nodded, looking at the boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, worrying about how he had survived these years.

"I came to Ziyang Sword Sect just for you." Lan Tang ignored Wen Lingyun's surprised look and turned his gaze: "If I'm not mistaken, the Green Mirror is in Lin Qingyue's hands, right?"

Wen Lingyun pursed her lips and said, "It's true that the Green Mirror is in Sister Qingyue's hands, but if Sister Qingyue hadn't protected me in the Death Mirror, I wouldn't be able to see you, Lord Water God, now."

Lan Tang's eyebrows remained unchanged as he smiled faintly, "I'm not saying this to hold her accountable. This Qingjing is useless to me now, so it doesn't matter if I give it to her. The problem is you."

"In my presence?" Wen Lingyun was shocked: "This..."

Lan Tang: "Now you are the only one left in Qingjing Town. I want to adopt you as my adopted son. Are you willing?"

Wen Lingyun stood there in a daze. He knew that he should agree immediately because the opportunity was rare, but what about Sister Qingyue?

Now that he's gone, what should Sister Qingyue do if she can't see him and only likes that stinky girl Lin Qiushi?

He was in a state of confusion and said in a panic, "Lord Water God, please give me some time to think about it."

Lan Tang said with a good temper: "Then I'll give you three days to think about it. Actually, since you've become my adopted son, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go to Qingyin Sect. You can continue to stay in Ziyang Sword Sect..."

Wen Lingyun didn't listen to the rest of the words. He wanted to find Lin Qingyue right now to see her reaction when she knew about this, but he felt that the answer Lin Qingyue gave him was not what he wanted.

What exactly does he want?

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Lin Qingyue found Ji Fuyou on the north side of Qinghe Peak. He stood not far from the tavern, watching the sword cultivators who were looking for drunkenness coming and going.

"Asheng has returned to Beizhou."