Ch10 - Competition and New Year’s Money

Under the sycamore tree in the yard, the little brat practiced sword moves one by one in a similar manner. The more he practiced, the happier he was. If he couldn’t practice well and was pointed out to be wrong by Yue Xiuzhi, the little boy would groan for a long time, jump into the man’s arms and act like a spoiled child, begging him to teach him.

Boss Pei sneered at the side, this kid obviously knows it all, but only know how to pretend to not to understand. 

By this time, it was already winter, a layer of snow was lying on the wutong, and the earth was covered with snow. The little boy put on a thick layer of snow fur, which made his hands shorter and shorter. His originally delicate facial features were full of silly smiles at the moment. After finishing a set of sword moves, he could not wait to turn his head to look at the young man in fox fur. The young man rubbed his furry hair as he wished and gave him a word of affirmation.

The snow was full of deep and shallow footprints, one small, one large, overlapping, showing intimacy.

Maybe the light reflected from the snow was too dazzling. Pei Ming looked back at the slightly swaying branches of wutong tree, and his face was indistinguishable.

In the warm yellow afterglow of the sunset, Yue Xiuzhi held the little boy’s hand and taught him how to write every stroke. The dark-haired youth bent over and gently covered the little boy, explaining the start and end of each stroke for him in a soft voice. 

Pei Daming, who was leaning on the bookcase by the side, looked at the picture in front of him, and for some unknown reason, he walked up to them and possessed the cub.

At this time, he cannot control the body, but he can feel all the sensations that the body feels.

He heard Yue Xiuzhi say slowly and softly in his ear: “This character should be written with an slant front font. The character like this contains bones and muscles. If it is combined with a rotating pen, it can be used to write a round head like a seal script, which shows a solid, vigorous, implicit and dignified style…”

When Yue Xiuzhi spoke, his breath touched his cheek, and he could clearly feel the slight itch on his face. Yue Xiuzhi held the cub’s hand and led him to finish writing a word with every stroke.

Obviously, the perception from the cub is soft and warm, but Pei Daming felt that the skin touched by Yue Xiuzhi is constantly burning.

“Only the words written in this way can have character and integrity. Come on, write one for me.”

The cub obeyed and wrote the word again carefully.

Yue Xiuzhi looked at the words written by his cub and commented: “The main points have been mastered, but the writing is not stable, which is also related to your youth. From tomorrow, you should hang a sandbag on your wrist every day to practice calligraphy, do you understand?” 

If the teacher had told it to other children, they would have complained bitterly, but Pei Xiaoming just nodded obediently.

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Yue Xiuzhi thought about it for a while, but he still asked, “Do you feel too tired?”

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However, Boss Pei sneered in his heart: At the age of five, he had no idea how much he had suffered, so how could he take this trivial matter as tired, and there wasn’t enough time to be happy.

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This idea flashed by Boss Pei’s mind, but he didn’t catch it.

Two months passed in a flash, and Pei Xiaoming practiced diligently every day. Not only did he teach him new lessons every day, but he also chopped the sword 3,000 times a day without stopping. The sandbag in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. Since the cultivation was extremely powerful, there was no need to worry about him being unable to bear it. A few days ago, the sand in the sandbag was replaced with iron sand. 

Yue Xiuzhi once praised with great satisfaction that there was a calligraphy master who wrote three points in the wood. If his apprentices can persist every day, he was sure that the three points in the wood will be just around the corner.

As early as six days ago, Pei Xiaoming’s accomplishments had reached the level of seven segment spiritual master. Today was also the day Yue Xiuzhi made an appointment with Pei Xiaoming to go to Qi Feng for a competition.

Qi Feng and his master Fu Yuan had already said hello to him about this. Qi Feng said that he was not afraid at all and let him go. Fu Yuan also had no objection. It was very common for Jiuhuaxiao’s internal disciples to meet and compete with each other. After all, it is a martial world, which can also encourage disciples to practice. As long as they are not seriously injured or killed, Jiuhuaxiao doesn’t care.

Of course, the word “no matter” here referred to the contest scheduled to enter the challenge arena. If you fought privately, you’d be severely punished. 

Yue Xiuzhi and Pei Xiaoming went to the appointed challenge arena together, while Qi Feng was waiting for them.

Two months later, Pei Xiaoming went from no cultivation to the current Seven segment Spiritual Master, and Qi Feng did not stop. He was promoted from the Seven segment Spiritual Master to the Eight segment Spiritual Master. After all, he was a disciple of Fu Yuan, a rare talent. Fu Yuan also taught him with great care.

As the leader of the Jiuhuaxiao Sect, Fu Yuan’s disciples are not like the ones from Liu Ya Peak where Pei Ming is the only one. On the contrary, he has eight disciples. Among them, the most outstanding one is his eldest disciple, Fu Yunxu, who is the younger generation of Fu Yuan. The most gifted disciple of the Fu family has worshipped Fu Yuan since childhood. Now, at the age of 15, he is in the late stage of the aural realm.

Fu Yunxu had a lot of scenes in the original book. He is like the opposite of Pei Ming. Pei Ming is cold-blooded and ruthless. Although his childhood experience did not make him cynical, it made him lack feelings for everything, and he was cruel and unscrupulous towards the enemy. Fu Yunxu, however, is different. He is a typical decent gentleman. He is extremely upright in three aspects. He is kind-hearted but not blind. He has his own way of doing things. He neither goes against his conscience nor goes against the Virgin Mary. Because of his character, Pei Ming didn’t do anything to him after all, although he didn’t like him and hated his identity as the disciple of Jiuhuaxiao. 

In the original work, after Pei Ming destroyed Jiuhuaxiao, it was Fu Yunxu who protected the remaining disciples of Jiuhuaxiao and set up a new sect. Only then could he keep the last trace of Jiuhuaxiao.

The reason why so much is said, is mainly because Fu Yunxu, such a good young man with a very positive outlook, is in fact, the ultimate goal of cultivation from every Jiuhuaxiao’s disciple ah!

Qi Feng stood on the challenge arena. He was obviously a ten-year-old boy, but he put on airs and shouted to Pei Ming, who had just arrived, “Pei Ming, don’t come to the challenge! I want you to know today that you are not worthy of being a disciple of Fatan-zunzhe!”

When Pei Ming heard the words, he was so angry that he suddenly raised his steamed bun face. 

Yue Xiuzhi’s heart was a little speechless, what the hell was this feeling of two little kids fighting for him and being jealous?

In fact, this is also the reason why Yue Xiuzhi brought Pei Ming to the contest. Yue Xiuzhi faintly noticed that Pei Xiaoming had always felt inferior. He actually thought he was not worthy of being his own disciple, or that he had always lacked a sense of reality about his sudden becoming his own disciple. This lack of confidence is not conducive to the growth of the little boy, so Yue Xiuzhi made an appointment for this fight.

He bent over and comforted the little bean in a low voice: “Don’t be afraid, A-Min. Show them that A-Min is the proudest disciple of Shizun.”

The little boy was praised, and his face suddenly became happy, and his eyes flashed. Then he could not help but roast: “Who’s the proudest disciple? You only have one disciple, Shizun.” 

Even though he said that, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn’t stop rising.

Yue Xiuzhi laughed and said, “That’s because A-Min is the best, so I can have only one disciple.”

The little brat was so flattered that he could hardly find a place to hide, he couldn’t keep his façade of selling misery. Yue Xiuzhi’s HP bar was KO-ed by this. Pei Ming stepped lightly onto the steps of the ring, and only when he came to stand in front of Qi Feng, facing his imposing opponent, did he have a sense of reality.

At this time, Yue Xiuzhi also stepped onto the viewing platform. The platform was already full of people. After all, it was the competition between the disciples of the Fatan-zun and the Sect Leader. One was a well-known genius, and the other was a rumored scourge with nine veins. Although both of them were young, they had caught up with the ten years of asceticism of ordinary disciples, so the seats for watching the battle were very popular. 

Yue Xiuzhi even heard that a disciple was opening a bet on who would win.

A fat, smiling disciple who looked about fifteen years old shouted: “The market is open, Qi Feng is at odds of one to two, Pei Ming is at odds of one to three, let’s go!”

A disciple nearby said strangely, “Although Pei Ming is still young, he is a genius of nine veins. Why is the odds twice as high as Qi Feng?”

Another disciple replied: “You also said that he is still young. He is only a five-year-old youngster, and he has only been in Jiuhuaxiao for five months. Before that, he had no cultivation. How can he compare with Qi Feng who has been practicing for seven years?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” The plump disciple agreed, “Not to mention that Qi Feng is now an eight-section spiritual master, while Pei Ming is only seven sections. This cultivation has been improved suddenly in a few months, and it is not easy to compare with the stable people at the same level, not to mention to fight against enemies at the higher level. You should know that in the spiritual master realm, after six sections, the gap between each section is like a natural moat.”

The disciples beside him nodded in agreement. Although Pei Ming’s odds were high, few people bought Pei Ming, but most of them bought Qi Feng. The disciple who caused the slight obesity was afraid of losing money, so he had to change Qi Feng’s odds to 1 to 1,5 and Pei Ming’s odds to 1:4.

Yue Xiuzhi laughed in his heart. As expected, in the article, there must be a gamble when the protagonist is fighting, and the odds of the protagonist in the gamble must be high and nobody will buy it. In any case, the protagonist will buy a share of it and make a lot of money.

Yue Xiuzhi looks at the little bean on the challenge arena, thinking that this little brat is only so big now, he should not be able to find this business opportunity so easily later, it is better to be a good master and help him earn some pocket money. 

Although this money is not something to be paid attention to, it is good to have fun.

With this in mind, Yue Xiuzhi took out some top quality Holy Stones and handed them to Liu Feng to bet on Pei Ming’s victory.

Seeing this, Lu Fanyi on the other side laughed in surprise: “Yue Xiuzhi, when did you play the game of children’s family? You should not be ashamed to earn money from a group of young people.”

Yue Xiuzhi answered casually, “These spiritual stones were originally part of the New Year’s money I prepared for my disciples. Now I use them to buy my disciples victory. What’s wrong with that?