Chapter 45 Three School Martial Arts

On the morning of September 9th, the clear sky and bright sun also added a little warmth to the autumn of the cold Shouyang Mountain.

The three factions of martial arts were selected to carry out on this day of the Double Ninth Festival, which has a moral meaning. Since ancient times, the mainland has prevailed in the Ninety-Nine Double Ninth Festival, which means that people go higher and farther they go. Therefore, both scholars and martial artists who practice love to climb high and look far on this day.

Shouyang Peak is the highest peak in the whole Shucang Mountain system. Its height can reach 10,000 people. It is called Immortal Mountain by people in the world. There is no need to say the altitude.

The venue of Huiwu was selected next to the Wanjian platform of Wanjian Villa, and eight thousand-year-old pear blossom wooden platforms have been rebuilt, corresponding to eight gossip directions, including east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northeast and northwest. There is a black circle on the floor in the center of the eight tables, each of which is written with gold paint with eight powerful characters such as 'Li, Qian, Kan, Kun, Dui, Xun, Zhen and Gan'. This time, Wanjiantai made a stand, with three long cases, and a chair behind each long case. This is the place for the leaders of the three factions to sit. In addition, the original stands are for the elders of all factions to watch.

At the entrance outside the venue, a tall wooden sign is erected on the left and right sides, with the names of the disciples of each faction participating in the martial arts and the order of the martial arts competition. In the end, each group will compete for a famous prize. According to their cultivation level, the three factions will combine a prize. This year's prize is cultivation elixir, which can be increased by 10 to 100 years after eating.

The three factions will select three to five disciples from each faction on the first to third floor and the first to third floor of the day after tomorrow. Jiang Hanye was also among them and was compiled in the group on the third floor the day after tomorrow. Many brothers expressed regret for Jiang Hanye, because he was the most popular disciple of Wanjian Villa in the past two years. Most of the others took more than ten to decades to reach the three floors, and he did it in just two years, which naturally attracted the attention of others. In addition, he was accepted as a disciple of Ji Shangxuan. What an honor it is, and his identity is not the same among the disciples.

Everyone says that he has just stepped into the realm of the three levels of the day after tomorrow. If he compares with the disciples of other sects, he will definitely suffer losses. In the past, Jiang Hanye didn't think much about it, but the recent experience made him more and more aware of this. Although his body has broken through the three levels of realm, his skills are far from enough. Therefore, at the beginning of the day, his face was more melancholy, and he was secretly worried about being a teacher on the stage. What should I do if I lose face?

Xiaobai followed Jiang Hanye and did not leave. It seemed that what happened last night was still shrouded in its heart, forming a cloud. It was afraid of separating from Jiang Hanye for even a moment.

Jiang Hanye was stunned with Xiaobai, sandwiched in the crowd, looked up at his name on the wooden sign, and distinguished his game time. His game is tomorrow afternoon, that is to say, he is completely a spectator today.

In a cold moment, Jiang Hanye was gently patted on the shoulder, and Xiaoyu's laughter came from behind him: "Hanye, are you here?"

Hearing Xiaoyu's laughter, Jiang Hanye seemed to take off a heavy burden and suddenly felt much easier. He turned his head and looked at Xiaoyu today. Xiaoyu was wearing an emerald green skirt and holding a flowing green sword in his hand, which looked particularly elegant and beautiful, which made Jiang Hanye's heart swung.

"Xiaoyu, I see you. You have a game this afternoon." Jiang Hanye said with a smile.

"Yeah!" Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Brother Song played against Shizhen of Xumi Mountain in the first scene in the morning. It is said that Shizhen is also one of the most powerful disciples of Xumi Mountain. He is just a lay disciple and can't inherit the manor after all."

"Oh." Hearing Xiaoyu talk about the eldest brother, Jiang Hanye suddenly felt empty and a little sour. He didn't know why, and his interest suddenly decreased and his smile solidified.

"What?" Xiaoyu suddenly looked at Jiang Hanye strangely and said, "Are you sick? Why is your face so pale?"

"Me?" Jiang Hanye touched his cheek with his hand and pulled the tear-like pain behind him. He reluctantly smiled and said, "I'm not sick. I'm probably too nervous before I could do martial arts. I didn't sleep well last night." In the face of Xiaoyu, he never wants to say bad things. He always reports good news but not bad news, just like every time he writes to his family, he always writes a sentence: "My son is doing well here, don't worry about his parents."

"Oh! You're also not good!" Xiaoyu squatted down and looked at Xiaobai and said, "Are you sick too? What's going on between you two today?

Xiaoyu's worries reminded Jiang Hanye of what happened in Youyou Valley last night. He couldn't help frowning and said to Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, have you been to Youyou Valley recently?"

"Recently? I went there with you once, and then I was busy practicing and didn't have time to go. What's wrong? Xiaoyu asked curiously.

Jiang Hanye said to her with a solemn face, "Whether you have been there or not, don't go alone in the future. It's better not to go during this period."

"What the hell is going on? I feel that you and Xiaobai are weird. Xiaoyu is a ** girl. She looked at Jiang Hanye and said suspiciously.

Jiang Hanye didn't want to tell what happened last night to scare Xiaoyu, and according to what he knew about Xiaoyu, the girl was extremely curious and competitive, and she must have to find out behind her master's back. Jiang Hanye was veryming and was saved by Master Wudian. Where is Xiaoyu? If something happens, he is afraid that he will regret it for the rest of his life.

"I don't want to say it!" Xiaoyu pouted, "How did you become such a hesitant person?"

Jiang Hanye shook his head with a wry smile: "Anyway, if you want to go, tell me first!"

Xiaoyu did not answer. It turned out that she had already pulled a girl beside her and walked to the martial arts arena while chatting with a smile.

"Will Brother Song have a chance of winning today?" Xiaoyu asked the girl in a low voice.

"Who knows? Brother Shizhen is also very powerful! I heard that he is also very handsome!" The girl also said in an infinite longing tone.

The light figures of the two girls went further and further, and Jiang Hanye was flashing aside. Listening to Xiaoyu's words about the eldest brother, he felt lonely.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was the eve of the competition. Jiang Hanye took Xiaobai in the crowd and looked at the competition stage on tiptoe. Song Qingyun and Xu Mishan's Shizhen are in Qiantai, and they are also the most concerned couple. Therefore, the front of Qiantai is full of people at this moment, and almost everyone is talking about who will win or win between Song Qingyun and Shizhen.

Although Jiang Hanye is also looking forward to this test, he has something else in his mind. Since Master taught him a set of Frost and Cold Barrier, he has rarely taught him skills alone. For more than a year, Jiang Hanye has rarely seen him. After what happened last night, Jiang Hanye felt that there seemed to be hidden worries in Wanjian Villa. After thinking about it, he decided to inform his master and others about this matter, so in addition to being attracted by the stage, his attention was also partially distracted to the Wanjian platform.

Wanjiantai is still empty at this moment, and Ji Shangxuan, Bai Yuchan and Master Wudian still do not appear.

Just when Jiang Hanye was a little anxious, he heard a burst of exclamation from everyone. He raised his head and looked into the air and saw three rays of light flying from the distant sky, a golden light, a white light and a mysterious light. In the blink of an eye, three lights came to the ten thousand sword platform, but it turned out that Ji Shangxuan, Bai Yuchan and Master Wudian flew to control things. They slowly fell down and took their positions. The whole martial arts arena suddenly roared like a tsunami. The disciples bowed and saluted one after another: "Disciples, please see the master!"

"Excision-free!" As the host, Ji Shangxuan is naturally a responsible host, but when he sees him smiling slightly, he looks like a fairy, waxing to the middle man.

"Thank you, Master!" Everyone said in unison.

Jiang Hanye looked at the master's appearance. He felt that he had not seen him for a few months. The master seemed to be much younger, with a whiter complexion and fewer wrinkles. He actually had the momentum to live younger and younger. But for some reason, he always felt that the master seemed to be a little tired today. Thinking that he had worked hard for the three factions to practice martial arts in the past few months, Jiang Hanye couldn't help but begin to secretly feel sorry for his master.

One day as a teacher and a lifelong father, this is what Tao Bo taught to Jiang Hanye, and he also firmly remembers that for so long, he has really treated his two masters as his own parents.

"The hour is approaching, have the disciples of all factions been in place?" Ji Shangxuan asked loudly.

"I would like to report to the head of the master, and the disciples of all factions who participated in the martial arts have been in place!" A disciple under the stage who was responsible for arranging the event arched his hand.

"That's good, Master Wudan! Sister Bai, shall we start?" Ji Shangxuan asked for the opinions of the other two factions.

Bai Yuchan and Master Wuding both nodded in agreement, so Ji Shangxuan said loudly, "Well, the three factions of martial arts officially begin!"

As soon as Ji Shangxuan's voice fell, with a sound of gongs resounding through the mountains, he saw a blue light flashing over the dry platform. It turned out that Song Qingyun stepped on the sword and came to the stage. His sword was different from the one Jiang Hanye saw for the first time.

"Wow, when did the big brother get the Haotian Sword?" The disciples of Wanjian Villa exclaimed in the crowd.

"It must have been given to him by the master!" Someone said without jealousy.

"Who made him better than us? Let's still aim at him and practice well!" Someone encouraged themselves again.

It turns out that the sword in Song Qingyun's hand is called Haotian Sword, which is one of the five treasures of Wanjian Villa. It is said that Haotian Sword is a stone sword made of Nuwa to mend the sky. Although it is made of stone material, its sharpness is naturally not inferior to other treasures. It is not an exaggeration to hold it in the hands of the right person and say that it can cut off the mountain and split the sky.

Haotian Sword is full of stone cyan, simple and unpretentious. It is held by Song Qingyun, who is facing the wind, but it really reflects each other.

After Song Qingyun came to power, he was applauded by everyone under the stage. There was a young man wearing a dark monk's robe but thick hair, holding a wooden stick in his hand, honestly pushed away the crowd and walked up the stage from the stage. It turns out that he is the rumored Shizhen and the sharpest disciple of Xumiyama in modern times.

Song Qingyun appeared, the limelight, Shi Zhen appeared, and was unknown. However, somehow, after Shizhen came to power, Jiang Hanye compared the two, and the balance in his heart gradually turned towards Shizhen.

"Brother Shizhen, Song Qingyun, please." Song Qingyun held the Haotian sword and held the boxing.

Shi Zhen stood his palm on his chest and recited the Buddha's name and said, "Oh, Mituo Buddha, the little monk is polite and his skills are not good. Please show mercy from Brother Song."

It turned out that before the martial arts, the disciples who participated in the martial arts had to sign a life-and-death certificate. If they are not skilled and not as good as others, it is also common to be injured and disabled, and will not be held accountable. However, the disciples of various sects always inform each other before the game to show their thoughts so far.

After the two exchanged greetings, with the beginning of the sound of gongs, they frowned and officially began to fight. On and off the stage, they were generally nervous. Even the three elders of the sect on the Wanjian platform frowned and stared at their every move of Qiantai.

Song Qingyun is obviously eager to win and eager to perform in front of the master. He first sacrificed the Haotian Sword, but saw a foggy blue smoke rising from the three-finger wide Haotian Sword, covering the whole Haotian Sword and Song Qingyun's arm.

Song Qingyun held his sword in his right hand, raised his middle finger on his left index finger, and immediately raised his finger to Shizhen. Suddenly, a strong wind rolled up around him, flying sand and stones, scratching his face like a knife.

That release was also a good thing. Although he was seized by Song Qingyun, he had a posture of backwards. He only saw him folded his palms and put the wooden stick of the person's height between his arms and recited the spell in his mouth. Suddenly, a cloud of dark smoke rose all over his body and covered himself. Then Shizhen held a wooden stick and waved his vibrating arm. A Xuanguang shot out of the wooden stick and rushed to meet Song Qingyun's Haotian Sword.

Xuanguang and Qingguang hit together with a bombard in the middle of the stage, but they saw that Song Qingyun and Shizhen were shocked and each had the intention of retreating, but they were worthy of being the most outstanding disciples in modern times. They each secretly moved their true spirit and could stabilize their bodies.

"Ring up!" Shi Zhen shouted loudly, and the wooden stick in his hand flew up and rushed to Song Qingyun wrapped in Xuanguang. At the same time, Song Qingyun also threw the Haotian sword into the air and immediately turned into a stone dragon, entangled with the wooden stick and was deadlocked.

The disciples under the stage were excited and cheered together, "Okay!" For a while, the applause continued one after another.

On the Qiantai, Song Qingyun and Shizhen's magic weapon were stalemate, and it was difficult to distinguish between high and low. A moment later, the two took them back at the same time. Song Qingyun's feet walked quickly and stepped out of the formation of Tianang Beidou. A handsome face was serious, and the spell was recited silently in his mouth, and he roared: "Tianshu!"

Haotian Sword suddenly rose to the sky in mid-air, drew an arc in the air, wrapped in green smoke and stabbed the door of Shizhen on the stage with lightning. The Haotian Sword is still far away from the dry platform, but it has cut through the sky, causing the air to flow rapidly. The wind on the stage is strong, blowing Shizhen's robe and long hair.

The people around the stage looked at it and couldn't help smacking their tongues and exclaiming one after another. However, Shizhen on the stage looked calm and calm.

As soon as Shizhen grabbed his right hand, the wooden stick that had been parked in mid-air seemed to be spiritually hovering in the air and suddenly flew back to the master's hand. Shi Zhen danced the wooden stick above his head in front of him, as impenetrable as a fast-rolling wheel, and the mysterious light around him was even worse, and behind it waved a dazzling yellow light.

When Jiang Hanye saw this light, he couldn't help thinking of the skills performed by the master when he rescued him last night, which was also Huang Cancan's light. His heart was warm and his heart was full of hope, so he couldn't help sighing: "It's true that he is indeed a disciple of Buddhism."

At this time, Haotian Sword had arrived in front of Shi Zhen, and only heard a 'do' sound. Haotian Sword collided with the wooden stick again. The blue light and Xuanguang both vibrated violently, and they were safe and sound.

"It seems that the eldest brother and the Shizhen brother are of the same strength, and it is difficult to distinguish between high and low!" Jiang Hanye heard the disciples of Wanjian Villa around him whispering.

"Yes, this battle is really wonderful!" Someone echoed.

Listening to their words, Jiang Hanye didn't think so. The Haotian sword in Song Qingyun's hand can be called a strange treasure. If the master can pass on this sword to him, it can be seen how important Song Qingyun's position is in the master's mind. However, the wooden stick in Shizhen's hand is really just a wooden stick, and even the wood can't be named. At most, it has been supported by force. Jiang Hanye felt that Shizhen is better than using such a wooden stick against Haotian Sword.

Although he thinks so, after all, Brother Song is the representative of Wanjian Villa. Jiang Hanye can't say it anyway, so he can only think silently in his heart. Suddenly, he found that Xiaobai, who was at his feet, had disappeared, which made him panic. Since what happened last night, Jiang Hanye would also be frightened if he could not see Xiaobai for a while, for fear that Xiaobai would be eaten by some monster or weirdo when he could not see.

Jiang Hanye called Xiaobai's name and looked down in the crowd. Unconsciously, he arrived at the position of the disciple of Baihua Valley.

"Hee, this puppy is really beautiful! Let me touch it..." A girl's voice came.

"Falt, he is not a puppy. Obviously, he is a wolf, right..." Another voice retorted.

"I don't know who raised it, but it's fat." Jiang Hanye is not familiar with this sound. It is the girl in white who has found fault several times.

Jiang Hanye looked up and saw Xiao Bai snuggled up in the arms of the girl in white, looking shy.

"Xiao Bai!" Jiang Hanye coughed and called gently.

The girls who were originally surrounded by girls in white and stroked Xiaobai suddenly raised their heads and looked at Jiang Hanye.