The cannon fodder changes his mind, but the protagonist wants to sell swords

Chapter 40 I can’t find my daughter, I’m in a hurry

The Broken Sword Sect holds a major competition every five years, and every competition is a grand event that is famous far and wide in the mainland.

The sect has long sensed the business opportunities hidden in the competition, and would have made some money through the competition a long time ago.

Sword cultivation is very expensive, and just making one sword can cost an ordinary person's entire wealth.

Therefore, the Broken Sword Sect occasionally collects small amounts of money, and the world will not care about it, but will happily donate money - as if it is a small contribution to the cause of immortality.

"Long time no see, you come to watch the competition too!"

"Yes, it happens once every five years, no matter how much money you spend, not to mention the personal jackpot this year is a thousand-year water lily!"

"Where's the team's first prize?"

"A bottle of Xuanshui Pill."

"Oh, that's a far cry from the thousand-year-old water lily!"

"No, but it's just for the convenience of distribution. You can't separate even a water lily."

There was an endless stream of people arriving at the foot of Broken Sword Mountain, but the only people who could go up the mountain were distinguished guests who had sent invitations.

With an invitation letter and a one-time payment of 'incense money', you can get a mountain climbing token.

"Brother Qin!"

"Brother Xu!" Qin Fei put his arm around Zhao Siqiong and responded, "What a coincidence!"

"Since we have met, let's go up the mountain together so that we can be companions." Zhu Weixiang said with a smile on his face.

On the way, Qin Fei kept replying to Wei Xiang.

Qin Fei was getting impatient in his heart, because all the other party talked about was the recent incident in the Xu family to honor their ancestors.

Isn't this just a fork?
A sentence that his daughter said when she was still at home flashed in Qin Fei's mind.

What my daughter said is really practical!

Chu Weixiang suddenly said, "Madam, are you going up the mountain too? Aren't you afraid of being too tired?"

Zhao Siqiong wiped his sweat and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as I can see my daughter, it will be worth it no matter how hard it is."

Tong Weixiang chuckled casually: "My wife also wants to come, but she is a woman, even if she joins the Broken Sword Sect, she will not understand the opportunity."

Zhao Siqiong's expression changed slightly and he stopped talking.

Qin Fei chuckled: "Brother Xu, your greatest advantage is persistence."

"For example?" Zou Weixiang became interested when he heard that it was a compliment to him.

"A dog can't change from eating shit." Qin Fei said with a smile.

"..." Xiang Wei opened his mouth to curse, but the Qin family couple walked away very fast, giving him no chance to curse.

Zhao Siqiong walked out of breath.

"Why did you just call him a dog?"

Qin Fei: "He can't listen to good words at all. When playing the piano, you have to see clearly whether the other person is a human or a cow. For someone like him, talking too much will only waste your breath."

Zhao Siqiong laughed until he couldn't breathe.

The road to Broken Sword Sect was filled with towering books, and Zhao Siqiong's hearty laughter spread from halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The listener did not see the young woman laugh with his own eyes, but thought it was the silver bell-like laughter of some girl!

The first day is the draw day.

Qin Fei came early to grab a good seat. He hadn't seen his daughter for a long time. The couple was so excited that they couldn't fall asleep last night.

Priest Elder: "Today's drawing rules - the same disciples under the same seat are divided into the same drawing pool, and the two drawing pools are matched."

"Each person will only be matched once in the first round, and one failure on the field will be considered elimination."

"Start drawing lots!"

The spectators sit in the stands made of rockery and look down from the sky, just forming a circle.

The reason why the stands are so far away from the battlefield is to protect the spectators from being harmed by the spiritual battle on the stage.

"Why don't you see our daughter?" Qin Fei looked around and around.

The elder priests: "Disciple Hengze Immortal, Zhao Zishan, come on stage to draw lots!" Qin Fei's heart trembled with excitement and his hands said: "Hengze Immortal, here comes, this is our daughter's lottery pool, she will be next. ”

The people around him sneered.

"He actually doesn't know that Hengze Immortal Lord only has one disciple!"

"No wonder, maybe someone who got rich overnight just wants to come to the Broken Sword Sect competition to join in the fun."

……

After hearing these sarcastic remarks, Qin Fei decided to pursue his career seriously in the future, especially to make business people in other countries remember his face!
"Purple shirt? Could it be?" Zhao Siqiong said suddenly.

Zhao Zishan stepped onto the middle of the stage, raised her chin slightly, and had a pure smile on her face.

"It should be her, who joined the Broken Sword Sect in the same year as our daughter." Qin Fei scratched his head, "However, I have to sigh with emotion, what a great change for a girl! She is becoming more and more beautiful!"

It was even so beautiful that it looked nothing like the Zhao Zishan they remembered.

"Zhao Zishan, first round, against Ling Feng!"

Zhao Zishan smiled slightly, took the opponent's card and stepped down.

"A disciple of Hengze Immortal Lord, it's incredible. He has such a powerful figure at such a young age, and his cultivation level will definitely be good!"

"You are young and have a lot of potential..."

Everyone in the stands was full of praise for Zhao Zishan.

Zhao Siqiong sighed, "Brother, if I see Zishan is so good, I should feel at ease!"

It is a pity that the leader of a country cannot leave the palace at will. Otherwise, a father would not stop visiting his daughter whom he has not seen for three years.

The priests and elders read out a few more names and went to the stage to draw lots, but Qin Nuo's name was not on them.

"Qinnuo, disciple of Hefeng Immortal Lord, come on stage to draw lots!"

Harmony Immortal?

Qin Fei's heart skipped a beat. The person he had agreed with the sect master was obviously Hengze Immortal Lord!

Both couples saw through it, but the person who came up to draw lots was actually a man.

Wearing a light blue robe, he was tall and had no smile on his face.

"Is his name also Qin Nuo?" Qin Fei was so anxious that he squeezed all the way to the front and grabbed a sect disciple and asked.

A disciple of a certain sect said: "His name is Xiao Bai, he is an outer disciple, he is just drawing lots on behalf of me."

Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, finally having news about his daughter.

"Hefeng Xianzun's disciple...is not bad either."

Zhao Siqiong: "Is my daughter sick? Why do you want someone else to do the pumping for you?"

Qin Fei: "Don't be afraid, Nuo Nuo is in good health. I'm afraid something might delay you. After all, Immortal Lord's apprentice is also very busy."

The two couples reassured each other.

"Qin Nuo, let's face off against—the sect leader's disciple, Ye Wan'er!"

The other sect disciples lamented that Qinnuo not only had poor talent, but also had bad luck!
Those who were selected from the sect leader's sect in the first round were not vegetarians.

Fortunately, Senior Sister Ye Wan'er is known to be gentle and live up to her name, otherwise Qin Nuo would have suffered a lot.

However, the disciple of Hefeng Xianzun was eliminated in the first round, which was a big loss.

He Yangfeng and Qinnuo finished practicing the "Yingyue Sword Technique" left by their master without any expression on their faces.

She has practiced this sword technique countless times in the past three years, and it is not a problem at all even if she uses the moves in reverse order.

"You're back." Qinnuo twisted her hair with her hands, and a large pool of water splashed onto the ground.

"Ye Wan'er was drawn in the first round." Xiao Bai's eyes were full of mixed emotions, "Promise me not to get hurt."

"Okay." Qinnuo smiled softly.

"I will win. I will win tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

　Hey guys, I’m officially on the list in November. I’m going crazy with my monthly recommendation votes. There will be more updates in November.

　　
　
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