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Chapter 129 Changsun Yulu’s New Year’s Gift

After choosing the strengthening runes in February, Fang Lang's lifespan increased every day.

It is really pleasant to have an extra four years of life in one day for no reason.

Seeing that the Spring Festival is coming, Yulu Martial Arts School is decorated with lights and colorful decorations, making it look festive.

Everyone stopped practicing and started busy with Spring Festival matters.

Changsun Yulu's apprentices all seemed to stay in the martial arts hall for the Spring Festival, with no intention of going home, which made Fang Lang a little curious.

New Year's Eve, evening.

Shui Qingqian, Chi Kehuan, and Feiyan went to the kitchen to cook New Year's Eve dinner.

After the other female disciples of Changsun Yulu finished posting Spring Festival couplets and hanging lanterns, they all gathered in the courtyard of Yulu Martial Arts School, talking and laughing.

Fang Lang had been familiar with them for a long time, so he was naturally among them.

These female disciples gathered together and talked about dumplings and coins.

"I'll have New Year's Eve dinner soon. I hope I can eat dumplings with coins."

"Hehehe, I had it once three years ago, and Master gave me a Qi Nourishing Pill."

"I don't know what the reward will be this year, I want to get it too."

"Uuuuuuuuuah...I didn't eat even once."

……

Fang Lang was a little confused as he listened to the chirping of these female disciples.

Judging from their words, it seems that if you eat dumplings wrapped with coins on New Year's Eve, you will get a gift from Changsun Yulu?

The one who just said that he got a Qi Nourishing Pill three years ago.

And she is a seventh-level warrior now, maybe she was a sixth-level warrior three years ago.

Sixth-level warriors are given Qi-nourishing pills. Changsun Yulu deserves to be an extraordinary person and is really rich.

Fang Lang asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"It's like this." A female disciple explained: "Sister Kehuan and the others are making dumplings. If anyone eats the dumplings with coins wrapped in them later, they will get a gift from the master."

"Yes, yes, senior Fang is here to celebrate the New Year, so he should be able to participate." Another female disciple said, looking at Fang Lang with admiring eyes.

"So that's it." Fang Lang asked doubtfully: "Isn't it easy to find dumplings with coins? Just use your mental power to explore, wouldn't you know which dumpling contains coins?"

"No!" Female disciple No. 3 laughed and said, "Whoever uses mental power to investigate will be discovered by Master immediately."

"Yes, yes, if master finds out, there will be no reward even if you eat it, and you will not be able to participate in this event for the next three years!"

"This activity is only held when Master is in the martial arts hall during the Chinese New Year. If Master uses his mental power to discover it, I don't know how long it will take to do it next time."

……

After listening to the explanations of these female disciples, Fang Lang instantly understood what was going on.

If you use your mental power in front of Changsun Yulu, you will definitely not be able to hide it from Changsun Yulu.

"Looking at it this way, it's quite interesting."

"After all, Changsun Yulu is an extraordinary person, so the gift he gave me will definitely not be much different."

After being told by these female disciples, Fang Lang began to look forward to the New Year's Eve dinner.

Of course, expectations are expectations. He cannot leave Yulu Martial Arts School for the time being, let alone be with his family.

So he had to call home.

After chatting with my family for a while, the sky gradually darkened.

Shui Qingqian, Chi Kehuan, and Feiyan also prepared New Year's Eve dinner.

Everyone sat around the big round table in the courtyard and had New Year's Eve dinner.

Changsun Yulu is sitting at the top, with Shui Qingqian on the left and Fang Lang on the right.

Fang Lang spent the last New Year's Eve at Wan Zhong Mountain.

Sitting next to Changsun Yulu for the New Year's Eve dinner today, he felt a little dazed.

There are hot meals on the table.

"Dumplings are here!"

Chi Kehuan brought two large plates of dumplings and placed them on the table.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to the dumplings.

They looked at the dumplings and swallowed.

"Sister Qingqian, do you have any coins?"

A female disciple asked Shui Qingqian excitedly.

Shui Qing smiled slightly and nodded.

She puts the coins in the dumplings every year.

She and Changsun Yulu did not participate in this activity.

Everyone nodded when they saw Shui Qingqian, laughed happily, and rubbed their hands.

"Everyone, let's get started. It's the old rule." Shui Qing said with a smile: "This year, because Fang Lang is here, there are eight more dumplings. It depends on your luck."

After Shui Qingqian finished speaking, everyone looked at Changsun Yulu.

Changsun Yulu nodded slightly, and her nine disciples began to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the dumplings.

Two large plates of dumplings, nine disciples, starting with the one with the lowest cultivation level, each holding eight dumplings.

These disciples were very hesitant when picking up dumplings because there were two plates.

There is a plate of dumplings that must have no 'coin sinking'.

So some disciples changed their folders and put four from each plate into their own bowls.

There are also people who hold two or three in one plate and six or five in another.

In the end, there were two plates of dumplings, one plate had one dumpling left, and the other plate had seven dumplings left.

When picking dumplings, no one used their mental strength.

Shui Qing smiled lightly and said, "It's all yours, Fang Lang."

Fang Lang's current strength is higher than that of all Changsun Yulu's disciples, so he is naturally the last one to be caught.

"Don't you want to eat?" Fang Lang looked at Changsun Yulu and Shui Qingqian. The dumplings had all been taken away by his disciples. What would they eat?
Shui Qingqian explained: "There are others in the pot, those are separate from this."

"Then I'm welcome."

Fang Lang picked up the chopsticks, put the last eight dumplings into his bowl and put them away.

After finishing the dishes, everyone looked at me and others, but they all didn’t want to eat.

Fang Lang was a little puzzled.Why don't you eat?
Are you worried that you won't be able to eat the 'coin-trapped' dumplings?
Shui Qingqian snickered when she saw this scene on the table.

"What are you looking at? Are dumplings growing on your face?"

Changsun Yulu also chuckled.

She was also curious as to who took away the dumplings stuffed with coins.

After hearing this, everyone started to move their chopsticks and put the dumplings into their mouths one by one.

"not me."

The first person to finish eating was Ximen Jiuxun. He put down his chopsticks and sighed softly.

"It's not me..."

Chi Kehuan also finished eating, but it was not her either.

"I do not have either."

The third one is Feiyan.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

The other disciples were a little reluctant to eat the last dumpling, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to eat the coins.

"I have the last one left."

Fang Lang looked down at the dumplings in his bowl, and there was only one left.

He felt that his luck would not be that good.

And he has no shortage of treasures. It doesn’t matter whether he can get them or not.

Fang Lang immediately put the last one in his mouth.

"No way?"

After putting the last dumpling in his mouth and chewing it, Fang Lang bit something hard with his teeth.

Apparently, he ate dumplings with coins on them.

"I got it."

Fang Lang thought he was out of luck, but he really got it.

It was a surprise.

Although he has no shortage of treasures, who would refuse one more?
When everyone heard that Fang Lang said that he had eaten it, they all looked at Fang Lang. The last dumpling in the bowl instantly became less fragrant.

They all looked at Fang Lang with envy.

Changsun Yulu smiled and said: "Tomorrow I will ask Qingqian to give you the gift."

"it is good!"

Fang Lang nodded heavily.

"Good luck."

Shui Qingqian looked at Fang Lang and muttered.

The next day, Spring Festival.

Fang Lang received a New Year's gift from Changsun Yulu early in the morning.

This is unique to him, because yesterday he was lucky enough to eat dumplings filled with 'coins'.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Fang Lang took what Changsun Yulu gave him from Shui Qingqian and found that it was an antique elixir with seven colors.

"Seven Colors Concentrating Pill." Shui Qingqian said enviously, "Miss said, with your current mental strength, if you take this pill, your mental strength will be perfect in less than seven days."

"Hiss..." Fang Lang was shocked: "Elixirs that enhance spiritual power are so expensive?"

"Hmph!" Shui Qingqian snorted coldly, "Don't bring it!"

"Why don't you want it?" Fang Lang accepted it immediately and said with a smile, "Thank you miss for me."

"Aren't you going to attend the World Martial Arts Conference?" Shui Qingqian said, "If you go, you can't take the Seven Color Condensing Pill."

"Why?" Fang Lang asked doubtfully.

"You are stupid!" Shui Qingqian said: "If you take the Condensing Pill, won't you be promoted to Grand Master? Grand Masters are not allowed to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference."

"Yes, I forgot about this." Fang Lang asked: "Have the rules for this World Martial Arts Conference been released?"

"It was announced early this morning. You can read it online yourself."

"Okay, here we go."

Fang Lang was in a great mood.

Originally, if the Soul-Gathering Flower was used, it would still take some time for the spiritual power to reach perfection.

Now with the seven-color concentration pill sent by Changsun Yulu, he can reach spiritual perfection and become a great master at any time.

"Changsun Yulu must have figured out what I needed most, so he specially gave me a concentration pill."

"But we still have to get the reward from the World Martial Arts Conference. It's not too late to take this Concentration Pill after the World Martial Arts Conference."

Fang Lang thought as he returned to his room, found his smartphone that he had not used for a long time, and checked the rules of this World Martial Arts Conference.

This year's World Martial Arts Conference is divided into three arenas and will be held simultaneously for a period of one month.

First, all the fourth, fifth and sixth grade intermediate warriors compete for No.1.

The second is that seventh-level warriors who have cultivated spiritual power compete for No. 1.

Finally, there is a grandmaster showdown to choose No.1.

There will be rewards for No. 1 in each session.

Intermediate martial artist No. 1 will be rewarded with two Qi-nourishing pills and a high-level martial arts.

Rank 1 Warrior No. [-] will be rewarded with a secondary martial arts weapon, a Qingxin Pill, and three Tianshou Pills.

The reward for Grandmaster No. 1 is kept secret for the time being.

"It turns out that there are three arenas. The Grandmaster Arena is not only a competition for the top spot in the Grandmaster's ranking, but also a competition between various sects."

"The rules are very simple. Each force can only have a maximum of five people participating in the competition. Each force can randomly allocate five people to different competitions."

"The rules of the competition are simple and crude. If one side does not admit defeat, it can be a matter of life or death."

"The rewards for intermediate warriors and seventh-level warriors are very generous, and the rewards for masters are actually kept secret."

……

Fang Lang immediately laughed after checking the rules of the World Martial Arts Conference.

"No matter what the Grandmaster No.1's reward is, it's all mine!"

(End of this chapter)