One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

"Oh my Master Baozheng! Please keep your voice down. It will be troublesome if Zhang Chulan finds me. That guy is very fast!"

"I don't know how his reputation as a scoundrel got spread. If you don't know, you'll be tricked to death by him. And that Feng Baobao is also a troublesome guy."

The little fire god quickly grabbed Qin Shiyue and started to complain.

It was obvious that he had suffered a loss under the pursuit of Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.

"Haha, that's enough, don't worry, Zhang Chulan won't have the energy to cause trouble to you in the short term, he still has to concentrate on the competition. That guy's goal is to win the championship of Luotian Dajiao."

Qin Shiyue patted the little fire god on the shoulder and smiled.

"Him? The leader? Don't be ridiculous. I admit that the guy is pretty good, but he's just pretty good. He's not that strong at all!"

"Don't even mention Master Baozheng, even Zhuge Qing, Zhang Lingyu and others are not easy for him to deal with."

"The chances of Zhang Chulan winning the Luotian Grand Ceremony are really slim."

The little fire god shook his head like a rattle and didn't believe that Zhang Chulan could win the championship at all.

It’s no wonder he thought so. After all, Zhang Chulan’s strength is there.

To normal people, it would be impossible for Zhang Chulan to get the top spot.

But what can he do? He has a good master. With the help of the old master, it would be impossible for Zhang Chulan not to get the first place.

Just as the King of Northeast once said, the world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

"Don't speak too soon. Let's not talk about others first. Do you think a monk like me would be interested in the position of Heavenly Master?"

Qin Shiyue smiled meaningfully.

Naturally, there are some things that cannot be told to the Little Fire God. The Little Fire God is not Zhang Chulan. Things like the old Heavenly Master controlling the Luotian Dajiao cannot be explained. After all, it is not very glorious.

However, when the little fire god heard Qin Shiyue's words, a clear and stupid look appeared in his eyes.

He looked at Qin Shiyue puzzled and asked, "Master Baozheng, why are you not interested in the position of Heavenly Master?"

"Is this hard to understand? Just like you, if you really won the championship, would you give up the Huode Sect and become the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain?"

"Ah? Why do you want to quit Huode Sect? Now that I have become a Heavenly Master, I will definitely bring the Heavenly Master Mansion with me to join Huode Sect and strengthen Huode Sect."

The little fire god’s words stunned Qin Shiyue.

These shocking words are absolutely amazing. If the founders of Longhu Mountain heard them, they would probably shed tears of blood!

TMD! What a talent!

The old Taoist priest should be thankful that he did not let the little God of Fire go. If the little God of Fire really had won the first place by accident, it would have been an absolute disaster for Longhu Mountain.

However, his words did give Qin Shiyue an idea. If he finally won the championship, and then as a heavenly master, he could make all the disciples of Longhu Mountain go to Lingyin Temple to become monks.

That scene will definitely be very exciting!

Of course, Qin Shiyue was just thinking about it, not to mention whether he could inherit the position of Heavenly Master even if he really won the first place.

Even if he could inherit, the old master is not dead yet.

"What's wrong? Master Baozheng, did I say something wrong?"

Seeing that Qin Shiyue didn't reply, the little fire god scratched his hair and asked with a somewhat conflicted expression.

He felt that he was not wrong, but Qin Shiyue's reaction made him doubt himself.

In the opinion of the little fire god, those who are stronger than him make more sense than him.

"That's a good point. Next time, don't say it and don't let others know your thoughts. Otherwise, you might get into trouble."

Qin Shiyue nodded, then shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, I know."

The little fire god nodded, looking as if he understood everything.

Looking at the clear eyes of Little Fire God, Qin Shiyue rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: "Little Fire God, you really don't believe that Zhang Chulan can win the championship?"

The little Vulcan shook his head like a rattle and said, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"In that case, how about we make a bet?"

Qin Shiyue put his arm around the little fire god’s shoulders, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

However, when the little fire god heard Qin Shiyue's words, he looked worried.

"what happened?"

Seeing him like this, Qin Shiyue asked with some surprise.

"The old master said that he won't let me bet with you."

The little fire god said with a bitter face.

Qin Shiyue couldn't help but roll her eyes secretly when she heard this. The old leader of the Huode Sect was really meddling in other people's business.

At such an old age, you still interfere in the affairs of young people. What a shame!

However, you have a plan, but I have a ladder! Humph!

"Then how about this, if Zhang Chulan wins, you donate 5 million in incense money to Lingyin Temple? If I don't participate, it won't be considered a bet with me, and incense money can't be described as gambling money."

Qin Shiyue patted the little fire god on the shoulder and smiled.

"That's fine! As long as I don't bet with you! Then we've got a deal."

Upon hearing this, the little Vulcan God immediately revealed a relaxed smile.

Qin Shiyue looked at his smile and couldn't help but feel that his whole body was glowing, the glow of money!

After the two of them made the decision, the first game began. They walked towards the audience seats together. Qin Shiyue put his hands in his pockets and typed blindly.

Qin Shiyue: "Master! I have tricked you into giving me five million in incense money. I will donate it to the Lingyin Temple account. How about splitting it 20% and 80%?"

Master Jiekong: "??? You cheated me out of money? And you're still sharing the money? Who do you think I am? Who are you trying to fool? (╯°Д°)╯︵ ┻━┻"

Qin Shiyue: "Little Fire God of Huode Sect, please just forget it. Don't be so angry."

Master Jiekong: "Huo De Sect, add two and one to make five, and split the money fifty-fifty."

Qin Shiyue: "Damn! I'm impressed by your speed of changing your face, but it's only 37% at most! I can just not use the temple's account anymore."

Master Jiekong: "Four six! The temple just received donations and has no money left for the winter."

Qin Shiyue: "That's 37! Master, that's enough. Don't cry about being poor. We are all warrior monks, strong and healthy. How can we survive the winter? We should live a steady stream. The Huode Sect is quite rich, right?"

Master Jiekong: "Rich! Old Vulcan is a truly wealthy man. Five million is too little. How about ten million? I think ten million is about right."

Qin Shiyue: "Please stop making trouble, it is said that a steady stream of water will last a long time, the Luotian Grand Ceremony has been completed, and it is about to begin, so let it be."

After Qin Shiyue typed the last word, he put down his phone and fixed his eyes on the competition scene.

This competition was still exciting. In the original plot, this was the first appearance of the Soul-Binding General.