Morning Star

The fourth competition finally began.

In competition field No. 1, the girl stood in the wind, with two bun-like buns on both sides of her head. The emerald green headband was like a dancing butterfly, and the air bangs on her forehead swayed in the wind.

Opposite her was a boy about 180cm tall, about 18 or 19 years old. His handsome face was full of seriousness. His long chestnut brown hair fluttered in the air, and he looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

Chujiu looked at the young man opposite him with some doubt.

Didn't she step on dog shit yesterday? She should be lucky, but where is her luck? Why did she still meet Gao Yashan?

Fortunately, she had expected this situation.

Implement Plan B.

After the two greeted each other, the competition was about to begin.

Chujiu knew that she could not win this competition no matter what, so she had been avoiding Gao Yashan's moves.

Gao Yashan also saw that she was just dodging. He didn't understand why the Third Miss only dodged and didn't attack, so he was careful in every move, not using his full strength, not even 50% of his strength.

The competition lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Gao Yashan used the third level of spiritual energy and threw out a stream of spiritual energy to hit Chujiu.

He thought Chujiu would dodge like before, but Chujiu didn't dodge. Instead, he used his spiritual energy to take it on.

Gao Yashan's eyes lit up and he was excited. Is the Third Miss finally going to fight back?

Just when everyone was getting excited, they saw Chujiu flying backwards, and after a perfect parabola, he fell down on the competition field.

Chujiu climbed for a long time but failed to get up. He lay on the ground and looked at Gao Yashan on the field. He raised one hand tremblingly and gave him a thumbs up, his face full of pain: "No... As expected, you are the grandson of the elder... Awesome, really... Awesome..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted.

"..."

The scene was very quiet, and everyone stared in disbelief at Chujiu who had fainted on the ground.

Chujiu: I’m dizzy, I’m dizzy… Don’t look at me, don’t look at me…

Gao Yashan was doubting his life. He had clearly not used his full strength just now, but the Third Miss did fly out and did faint.

Did he really use all his strength? Really?

After a long while, the referee came back to his senses and struck the gong: "Fourth round, competition venue number one, Gao Yashan vs. Chujiu, Gao Yashan wins!"

Only then did everyone come to their senses.

In the end, Chujiu was carried back by Chu Wenxuan who was watching the game below.

Halfway through the walk, Chu Wenxuan looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, feeling a bit amused and helpless: "There's no one here, stop pretending, Xiaojiu."

Chujiu then opened his eyes. His face was no longer filled with pain, but now he looked proud.

Chu Wenxuan put her on the ground and asked in confusion: "Why did you lose the competition on purpose?"

"Hehe, since we can't win anyway, we might as well get less injured. There's another game tomorrow." Chujiu touched the wing of his nose.

"Are you so sure that you can win tomorrow's competition?" Chu Wenxuan smiled helplessly.

"Sure." Chujiu looked up and nodded firmly.

Chu Wenxuan sighed and tapped Chujiu's forehead: "Let's see how you explain it to your parents later."

More or less a sense of gloating.

"Hehe." Chujiu grinned.

This is not simple yet.

As soon as Chujiu returned to Taoyuan, Chu Congnan called him to the study.

"I watched the competition between you and Yashan. Tell me, why did you deliberately lose the competition?" Chu Congnan pointed at Chujiu's nose angrily.

"We can't win anyway, so why should we get hurt for no reason?" Chujiu curled his lips.

Chu Congnan was so angry that his fingers were shaking, and he was very disappointed: "Even if you lose in the end, you have tried your best. What is this? Huh? You are stalling for time and losing on purpose. Is that what I taught you?"

Chujiu looked at Chu Congnan's fingers that were shaking with anger, stretched out his two hands and shook them, smiling slightly: "Dad, don't worry, there will be another competition tomorrow. I will definitely win tomorrow, don't be angry."

Chu Congnan stared at her: "How can you win? Do you think that just because Chu Xia has the same cultivation as you, you can beat her? Do you think you can match her actual combat experience?"

Chujiu smiled mysteriously: "I have my own plan. If I really lose, you can punish me however you want, Dad. But I will definitely win."

"You..." Chu Congnan wanted to say something but seeing the determined look on her face he could only sigh.

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. If I lose, I lose."

After all, Chujiu had only been practicing for a short time, and it was already amazing that he could reach the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm so quickly. And now that he could enter the top four, he should go to worship the gods and express his gratitude.

Thinking of this, I felt much better.

After that, Chujiu went back to Taoyuan, took the book given by Zhan Kongming and went out again.

……

The side courtyard of Mohism.

Mo Xinglan returned to the side courtyard after the competition.

"My good disciple is back." Venerable Qu Ling, who was fiddling with elixirs, noticed Mo Xinglan coming back, so he stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Why is he still here? According to his previous style, he would have left by now.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Venerable Qu Ling continued to ask expectantly: "How was it? Did you win or lose?"

"...Why are you still here?" Mo Xinglan looked at Venerable Qu Ling and asked instead of answering.

"You...how dare you talk to your master like that?" Venerable Qu Ling's expectant look turned into resentment.

"..."

Mo Xinglan glanced at him, walked into the room, sat on a stool, picked up a book beside him and started reading.

Venerable Qu Ling walked up to him with an unhappy look on his face and snatched the book from his hand: "Look, I'll let you read it. I haven't come to see you for only two years, why are you becoming more and more indifferent? What's your question?"

Mo Xinglan looked up at Master Qu Ling with some impatience, and snatched the book away again: "You win."

If he wasn't his master, he would have kicked him out long ago.

Is there such an annoying master? He asked such a simple question. With his level of cultivation, he didn't believe it and didn't know it.

As expected, after hearing this, Venerable Qu Ling was not surprised. Instead, he was puzzled: "How did you win? If you win, aren't you afraid of exposing your strength?"

Mo Xinglan turned a page of the book and said nonchalantly: "Isn't there another game tomorrow? It's OK if I lose."

The corners of Venerable Qu Ling's mouth twitched after hearing this. That's easy to say, just lose and it's fine, haha.

I'm afraid that even if he wins in the end, he will win miserably.

……

On May 25th, the final round of competition finally arrived.

The bright sunshine in the morning shone on the earth, bringing a slight feeling of heat, but the huge open-air competition arena was crowded with people, and it seemed that no one could feel the heat.

Chujiu stood at one end of the competition arena, and on the other side was a girl one year older than her, her cousin, Chuxia, who hated her so much.

Why do I hate her so much? It’s all thanks to the original owner.

Who made the original owner so poor in cultivation and the best at making people angry and causing trouble?

"Chujiu, when you met me, I guess you already know what will happen to you, right? Even if you admit defeat, it's useless. I won't give you the chance to admit defeat." Chuxia said in a cold tone.

Chujiu raised the corners of his mouth without fear: "Don't worry, I won't admit defeat either."

"Okay, today, let's settle all our old and new grudges together."

"Okay."

After a few words, the two men started fighting.

After dozens of moves, the two men pulled away from each other for the first time, both of them had some injuries on their bodies.

Chujiu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

I started hypnotizing myself again: It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, not at all.

The devilish training from my master during that month was really painful.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and dodged Chu Xia's attack with a backflip. She took advantage of the momentum to throw a thread of spiritual energy back at him.

Chuxia dodged it.