Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 51 The First Competition

This plot has been criticized by everyone, but it's really not boring. The plot advances very quickly. There are less than ten chapters in total. The reason why everyone feels that it seems to be written too much...

Because there are a bunch of single chapters asking for votes in the middle...

If you look past the single chapter asking for votes, you will find that this plot is actually very neat and clear...

I've been working hard on updating. Look, we're publishing books at the same time, and I've written tens of thousands more words than Guan Guan...

I updated so early today, everyone should give me some monthly tickets...

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Sun Yanwan was practicing the Golden Tendon and Jade Bone Fist in the yard when he suddenly felt someone looking at him. He looked up and saw a young girl in gorgeous clothes, with a pretty and cold face and a look of slight surprise on her face.

Although he had met Namco twice, especially just now, he had no one to introduce her to him. He only knew that she was one of the nine sisters of Namco, but he didn't know which one. He bowed and asked, "Miss Namco, are you here to pay homage to the Three Ancestors?"

Namco felt a little strange and couldn't help asking, "Did Senior Sima ask you to come here?"

Sun Yanwan was a little confused and thought to herself, "What does this have to do with Senior Brother Sima?"

"Or maybe it's not Brother Sima you're talking about?"

This question has too many flaws and no beginning or end. Sun Yan is late and doesn’t know how to answer it?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Namco didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and walked away. Before leaving the courtyard, he turned back and said, "You are a disciple of Songyang. You should also know that this is the hometown of Grandmaster Zhang Yuanqiao..."

She thought about it for a while, but didn't know what to say?
Sima Erlong is the disciple of Wang Xuangui, the head of Songyang Sect. It is not wrong for his direct disciple to take over this place, or even to follow the orders of the head of the sect.

Namco said half a sentence, had nothing more to say, and left gracefully.

She was no longer interested in continuing to tour Lingjian Peak, so she went down the mountain.

Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "Of course I know. This is my master's territory."

"Oh right! How did she get in?"

"Alas! Taiyi Temple only has ordinary Taoist priests of Xuanhuang Dao. Apart from me and my senior brother, there are no martial artists. It is indeed easy for people to come and go freely."

"I will have to accept more disciples in the future to make this Taoist temple more lively."

The next day!

Sun Yanwan was woken up early by the eldest brother, who took him to the bath and changed him into a brand new pale yellow Taoist robe. Back in the Songyang Sect, Zhang Qingxi could easily get whatever he needed, having already prepared a brand new outfit for his second junior brother.

Sun Yanwan became a disciple of Zhang Yuanqiao. Although she had a Taoist robe custom-made for her, it was not very comfortable. She usually wore the new robe that Sima Ziyan had sewn herself.

Sima Zi Yan was an excellent needlework expert. Even though her clothes were torn by the assassins of the Demon Cult, they were much more comfortable to wear after being patched up than the Taoist robes made by the tailor in the town.

What's more, at that time, he was still a layman, and this was the first time he wore a Taoist robe after joining the Xuanhuang Dao.

This Taoist robe was custom-made by Zhang Qingxi. The Songyang Sect was wealthy and powerful, so they were not short of money. The tailor Zhang Qingxi found was famous all over the world, with superb craftsmanship. His robes were neat and fit perfectly, especially the flowing style and elegant style, which was almost as good as the haute couture designers on Earth.

Sun Yanwan came from a scholarly family and had a handsome appearance. After changing into this light yellow Taoist robe, he looked even more elegant and Taoist, and his eyes were full of spirit.

In addition to the equipment, Zhang Qingxi also prepared a long sword for him and said, "Although the Lingxi is a sharp weapon, it is a soft sword after all. It is not in line with the fierce style of the Hunyuan sword technique. This sword is what I used when I was learning martial arts in the mountains. You can exchange it with Lingxi." Sun Yanwan took the long sword, pressed the spring lightly, and drew the sword out. He couldn't help but shuddered. This sword was like a pool of autumn water, bright as lightning, and its quality was even better than the Demon-Dangling Sword and Lingxi.

He was slightly surprised and thought to himself, "How could the eldest brother have such a good sword?"

On the scabbard of this long sword, the words "Jing Chan" are written in ancient seal script. Holding it in your hand, you always have the urge to poke a toad alive.

The two brothers walked down Lingjian Peak side by side. Sun Yanwan was feeling rather anxious, thinking to himself, "I've been busy with too many chores lately, so I haven't been practicing martial arts hard enough. I wonder what kind of opponent I'll face in today's duel."

"Pah! Are we going to lose in the first game?"

Sun Yanwan circulated the Meridian Sutra several times, but saw no sign of another breakthrough. Feeling regretful, he thought, "It would be great if I could achieve a breakthrough right in the middle of battle."

"only……"

"Even if I break through, I've only opened up seven meridians. I'm still not considered a master."

Although the two brothers got up early, they took a while to bathe and change clothes, which delayed them even further. In martial arts novels, it's common to see characters walking from one mountain to another in a matter of moments, but anyone who's climbed a mountain knows that descending from one peak and climbing another can often take a whole day.

Even though both of them had the skill of lightness training, it still took them quite a while to go down the mountain. After all, they were not immortal heroes who could fly around.

When we arrived at the venue, the competition had already begun. The valley was packed with people, and the atmosphere was almost like that of a football game starting in a large stadium on Earth.

Even in the valley, there were vendors selling food and drinks, Taoist priests peddling martial arts rules and lists, and even gang members soliciting bets. These gangs were affiliated with the Songyang Sect and followed its lead, even operating casinos, and their temporary gambling dens were doing brisk business.

All you have to do is call the wandering idlers over, write down the name and amount of the bet, and put down some money. If you win, someone will naturally give you the interest. The service is attentive and thoughtful.

It was the first time for Sun Yanwan to see so many martial artists. He was about to squeeze through the crowd and go to Lingjian Tower to rest when he heard a voice shouting, "Sun Yanwan of Lingjian Peak versus Gao Yuan of Dasongyang Peak!"

When the emcee called out Sun Yanwan from Lingjian Peak, although the fighting arena was far away from the colorful pavilion, the nine sisters of the Nanmeng family were all martial artists, and they heard this sentence clearly, and a little doubt arose in their hearts.

Even the onlookers in the field were a little agitated. Experienced people in the martial arts world knew that the master of Lingjian Peak was Zhang Yuanqiao, who was no longer in Songyang Mountain. Suddenly, many people whispered to each other and discussed secretly.

Although Jun Tingyun and others are the sons-in-law of the Nanmeng family, or their close relatives, there are many female members of the Nanmeng family, and it is not convenient for them to live together. They can only rent another colorful building on the fifth floor.

Jun Tingyun also heard the host announce "Sun Yanwan from Lingjian Peak" and paused for a moment, remaining silent. Porcelain Master Su Hong also seemed lost in thought. However, Liu Qibian from Liuxian Manor exclaimed in surprise, "How could he be from Lingjian Peak?"

"Could he be the disciple of Grandmaster Zhang Yuanqiao?"

Yuchi Han laughed and said, "How is that possible? Grandmaster Zhang only accepted one disciple, and he's long gone from Songyang Mountain. I'm afraid Master Wang felt it was not good for Lingjian Peak to remain vacant, so he let Senior Sima Erlong take charge."

"If he is really the disciple of a great master, how could his martial arts skills be so low?"

"When I was twelve or thirteen years old, my moves might not have been as varied as yours, but our Yuchi family's martial arts emphasizes strength and ferocity, and does not require variety." The implication was that although they were of the same age, his martial arts were far superior to Sun Yanwan's.

This guess was reasonable, and even Jun Tingyun nodded slightly.

Zhang Qingxi patted his second apprentice brother on the shoulder and said, "Go up!"

Sun Yanwan took a deep breath, picked up the Jingchan Sword, squeezed through the crowd, and stepped onto the stone platform of the arena. This stone platform was dozens of steps long and wide, and as high as a man's waist. Everyone around could see it clearly. The colorful pavilion on the east wall and the seven yellow towers on the west wall were even more convenient for viewing.

(End of this chapter)