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Chapter 113 Inner Sect Competition (please subscribe)

mid-April.

The weather on Nanlin Road is gradually getting warmer, and the flowers in Wang Ping's courtyard are gradually blooming. This is Yulian's favorite season. She eats a few flowers every morning, and drinks a glass of honey water while waiting for breakfast.

Today, just after breakfast, Liu Shuang brought her two disciples and Wang Ping's registered disciple Su Hai to see him.

Zhao Yu'er and Liu Ling are already tall and slim. Today they are wearing dark blue Taoist robes that are convenient for movement. They both hold unopened long swords in their hands, and Su Hai is the same.

Today is the day for the inner sect competition. The third generation disciples and the fourth generation disciples will all participate, divided into two groups according to different realms.

Liu Shuang also needs to go up and compete twice, but it is estimated that there are few people in the inner sect who are her opponents now, mainly because her prerequisites are much better.

"Master, what is that?" Liu Ling pointed to a cluster of flowers. There was a flash of colorful light there, which looked particularly interesting.

"Does it look good?"

Wang Ping waved his right hand lightly, and the colorful stream of light rose into the air and exploded, forming a colorful halo. This was fake, and it was an illusion constructed by the 'Water Moon Bell'. If Wang Ping opened the illusion with all his strength at this moment, , there will be more wonderful visual effects, but these little guys who have just practiced Qi will be lost in it.

Even Wang Ping himself was so addicted when he was designing the illusion of the dojo in the early stages. After each time, he had to use Yu Lian's soul to enter trance for a long time to repair his state of mind.

"It looks good, do you have any more?"

Liu Ling's eyes were all bright.

Wang Ping shook his head with a smile and looked at Liu Shuang: "How did they learn?"

"We are still in the Qi training stage. I have learned the most basic "Qianmu Sword Technique" in swordsmanship. With actual combat experience, it should not be bad. Don't think that the three of them are very good at your place. In fact, they can't dance every day. As long as If I’m not watching, I’ll go to the martial arts field to find someone to spar with.”

"Ha ha!"

Wang Ping laughed, thinking of what happened when Liu Shuang had just grown up, and then couldn't help but think of Yang Ziping. The first time he taught his disciple, he really gave his feelings. Unfortunately, the disciple had his own ideas.

"Try to get a good ranking today!" He looked at the three juniors and encouraged them.

"Okay!" Liu Ling responded loudly, while Zhao Yu'er and Su Hai just nodded.

"If you keep talking, the fight will start at the foot of the mountain." Yu Lian urged. As she spoke, she fell on Wang Ping, shrunk and wrapped around Wang Ping's left hand.

Liu Shuang looked at Yu Lian with envy no longer. She now also has her own spiritual pet, which is a black shepherd dog with unknown bloodline. It can cast some magical nine-day spells, but she did not bring it out this time.

...

Down the mountain.

On the square in front of the inner courtyard, a temporary competition platform was set up. There were thousands of seats lined up around the competition platform. To the east were the seats for each courtyard in the temple. There were two seats in the middle, one for the king. One of the ones prepared by Ping was for Liu Zixiu, who had recently returned to his hometown. As for Taoist Yucheng, he had made it clear that he would not come.

The largest number of spectators are on both sides of the seats in each courtyard. Some people have already arrived. They are surrounded by one or two disciples of Qianmu Temple. Most of these disciples are young people. It seems that they have just been admitted to the inner sect not long ago.

As time went by, disciples from each academy entered the hall under the leadership of the master, and people slowly filled the auditorium.

A moment ago.

Liu Zixiu appeared in the competition arena wearing a monk's robe, and immediately became the focus of the scene. All the wealthy families came to greet him, and some even introduced their children on the spot.

"Senior brother!" Zhao Qing led all the masters to come over to greet him.

"Uncle..."

"Brother..."

The disciples also paid tribute one after another.

Liu Zixiu greeted him with a smile. Although he was indifferent by nature, he had been in office for so many years and he was very familiar with basic communication and human relations.

"Junior brother Changqing hasn't arrived yet?" he asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk, and wearing a white jade crown appeared on the steps leading to the dojo on the top of the mountain.

This is Wang Ping.

His current appearance looks similar to that of a twenty-year-old, but this is the first impression. If you take another look, you will see that the structure of his body and the expression between his eyebrows are obviously different from those of young people.

Seeing Wang Ping's appearance, most of the guests didn't feel anything at all, but the disciples of Qianmuguan all went to the entrance to stand neatly under the leadership of their respective masters.

"Second Senior Brother." Wang Ping greeted him first, followed by Liu Shuang and the four others behind him. They each had their own names, among which Liu Ling called Third Grandpa.

When Liu Zixiu returned the gift, all the disciples around him bowed their hands and worshiped each other. Their neat movements seemed to have been rehearsed countless times. Some called him senior brother, some called him uncle, and some called him master.

Yu Lian looked at everyone present with a pair of vertical pupils. She could observe the people in front of her at will. This was her favorite thing to do. Wang Ping could understand that feeling, just like when he was playing games in his previous life.

"We are now full of disciples and disciples!" Liu Zixiu stroked his beard and chuckled.

Wang Ping also kept smiling, but did not answer.

...

The first thing to start the competition is the disciples who have just practiced Qi. Their competition is not to defeat one party, but to use the "Thousand Wood Sword Technique" to show off their skills. This is to see who has more experience and mastery of swordsmanship. Be more skilled.

In the process of dismantling moves, you only need to be hit three times to lose, so the disciples' error tolerance rate is not very high.

The first ones to compete were two young men who had just started to practice qi. They didn't even have the right posture to hold their swords, and they were circling around the competition ring within two moves.

When people were about to laugh, Zhao Qing said in a loud voice: "You can use Changchun Gong to break it!"

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

The subsequent competition was much more formal. Liu Ling and the other two achieved top ten results, and Wang Ping was very satisfied with this.

In this way, the morning passed like this.

Had lunch.

The competition in the afternoon was all performed by disciples in the marrow cleansing stage. Many of them had gone down the mountain and practiced for a long time. They had even learned some simple spells, but the most simple and unpretentious one was the sword-controlling technique.

One of the smarter disciples used two small daggers, which allowed him to control two swords at the same time, which also allowed him to successfully win the first place.

"Is this your disciple?" Wang Ping looked at Zhao Qing and asked.

"Yes, it's called Yang Hou. When we killed Hong'an, I found that the two small long swords that fell were very strange. When I picked them up and found nothing, I groped for them myself. It really helped me figure out a more effective one. Swordsmanship.”

Wang Ping nodded without making any comments.

Next came the competition between disciples in the Qi Gathering Stage. This time, even all the masters personally participated in the battle. The first person to be defeated was Zhao Qing. He had not yet learned the "Method of the Wood Spirit" and was entangled by other people's Wood Spirit spells. Just admit defeat.

Zhao Qing, who lost the competition, was not discouraged at all, but was very happy. Yu Lian complained in the spirit sea at this time: "The disciples who may compete with him for water spirits have all cultivated wood spirits, and the first water spirit is not his. Something?"

Wang Ping responded in the spiritual sea: "Maybe someone else let it out on purpose?"

Yu Lian fell into thinking.

The competition ended quickly, and Liu Shuang lived up to expectations and took first place.

Finally, Zhao Qing invited the heads of the various families in Shang'an Prefecture to the hall of the inner courtyard and talked about the real business today: "From now on, the imperial court will only send a prefect to each prefecture in a symbolic way, and all other official positions will be assigned by Recommended by local governments..."

(End of this chapter)