Bamboo Mound

When Niu Hanshan returned to the stands, his master did not question him as he had expected.

After all, he was very clear about Niu Hanshan's abilities. At this stage, it would be a waste of effort to deal with Ning Chang's speed. Once he exhausted his spiritual energy, he would definitely fail!

Moreover, the difference in ranking rewards among direct disciples is not that great. There is no chance to compete for first place anyway, so it is better to take the initiative to admit defeat and make friends with such a promising fellow Daoist. Perhaps the disciple can also encounter some opportunities.

After exchanging a few words, they continued watching the game.

However, this only made Ning Chang even more bored.

After finishing his own match, he had absolutely no interest in watching these matches that he had seen many times before.

The thought of spending the entire next day picking fifty people from among these individuals to fight against each other was already enough for Ning Chang.

"Master, can I not come to watch the game tomorrow...?" He asked lazily after about half an hour.

He immediately drew everyone's attention back to the stands.

"What, have you had enough?" Master asked, turning around.

"Learning from the battles of other disciples will help you gain experience! Don't always be so impulsive."

"But it's still the same people fighting, and tomorrow it will still be the same fifty people fighting."

"Besides, there's nothing I can learn from their matches."

After Ning Chang said that, Wang Yan and the other two, who were already bored, suddenly felt a bit bored.

"That's true. So if you're not coming tomorrow, where do you want to go?"

After pondering for a moment, the master realized that Ning Chang indeed did not need to refer to these sword and spear techniques.

"Uh...where to go...?" He really hadn't considered what to do if he didn't come tomorrow.

"I don't know either, but I really don't want to watch this game anymore."

Actually, after watching so many editions of the Three Kingdoms Championships, he didn't really want to stay in the stands.

But there was no other way; during the competition, the elders of each sect needed to be present at all times, and as the Grand Elder, he also needed to come every single time.

However, they sometimes chat with each other via telepathy to keep things from getting too boring.

He sighed, "Well, since you don't want to watch the battle anymore, take this book, 'Seeing the Edge,' and read it. I was originally planning to give it to you after the Three Sects Tournament, but now that you've finished your battle, it's fine to give it to you ahead of time."

He then flipped his hand, took out a booklet, and handed it to Ning Chang.

"Jianfeng?" Ning Chang took the booklet, flipped through a few pages, closed it, and looked up to ask.

"This is the spiritual power enhancement technique I was talking about, and it doesn't have any attributes. It should be just right for you."

"Of course, if you don't want to cultivate tomorrow, you can wander around the Xuanshan Sect at will, but don't get into conflicts with the disciples of the Xuanshan Sect."

"Understood." After receiving Ning Chang's reply, the master said no more and turned back to continue watching the match, whether he was really watching or not was unknown.

After seeing that Ning Chang had been granted permission not to come tomorrow, Wang Yan and the other two, full of anticipation, tentatively inquired about their master.

“Master…”

"Master, um... I also want to skip watching the game tomorrow..."

The other three elders exchanged glances, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes.

"Alright, alright, then don't bother coming, go play by yourselves."

Then he turned around and didn't move.

"Thank you, Master!" the three of them shouted in unison.

Ning Chang put away "The Edge" and planned to read it again tomorrow.

Because of that boredom, he doesn't want to do anything now.

However, based on his experience, he usually feels much better after a good night's sleep.

At this time, the competition on the field was nearing its end, and the disciples with only one win were competing for the top fifty spots.

Another half hour passed before the competition finally came to an end.

As the host announced the end of today's competition, the disciples of Xuanshan Sect left the venue one after another.

After bidding farewell to the elders, Ning Chang and his group returned to their temporary residences, this time without needing the Xuan Shan Sect disciples to lead them.

He closed the courtyard gate and leaned against the back of the chair he hadn't put away yesterday.

Even with some leaves on the ground, Ning Chang still felt uncomfortable.

"It's too hard, I can't lie down yet...tsk, looks like I'll have to bring a recliner next time."

"Oh right, it also needs to be foldable, otherwise my current storage bag won't be able to hold it all."

And so we sat there from dusk until evening.

Ning Chang felt that the chair was useless no matter what, and wanted to just dismantle the backrest.

But then I thought better of it. If I demolished it, there would be nothing to lean on, and I might get scolded for being rude by the Xuanshan Sect disciples who came to clean up the courtyard later.

Although he can't hear it either.

"It's not comfortable to just lay leaves on the ground; you have to lie down to feel comfortable."

After a moment of hesitation, the sounds of Fang Nanyi and her lover entwined could be heard from not far away.

"Starting so early, it seems they plan to go all night."

He sighed, "I won't be able to sleep here tonight."

He is a light sleeper, so if he hears faint noises after he falls asleep, it's fine, but if he hears them before he falls asleep, he definitely won't be able to sleep.

"Sigh..." Gazing at the fading clouds on the horizon, the setting sun pierced through the treetops, leaving traces among the leaves.

"...Let's go for a walk in the woods, it'll help us relax."

Having made up his mind, Ning Chang immediately got up and went to the courtyard gate.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly remembered something and withdrew his hand from the door.

They went to the back of the house and climbed over the back wall.

After walking deeper into the woods for a while, when I looked back, there was no trace of any man-made structures.

At the same time, this area is already considered to be the outer area of ​​the Xuanshan Sect.

This grove of trees... no, it should be called a forest!

This forest is larger than any place Ning has ever been to.

Of course, except when he first arrived.

When he first arrived, he looked at the ground covered with wild vines and, needing to walk barefoot, had no intention of appreciating the forest.

Right now, this forest is sparsely covered with foxtail grass, creeping jenny, three-edged grass, and other weeds that Ning usually doesn't know the names of.

They emerged from the cover of fallen leaves to create their own territories.

The forest is mostly poplar trees, with a few interspersed birch trees occasionally, among which birch trees that are two or three people thick or as thick as a person can hug are quite common.

After walking a short distance, Ning Chang suddenly noticed that a poplar tree, about the size of three people's arms, was rooted in a small mound about half a person's height!

The gnarled roots protrude and coil across the soil.

There are two tree roots near the trunk, growing outwards at an angle.

There was an empty space in the corner, with no tree roots touching the ground. A few weeds grew there, and a layer of dead leaves had fallen. The space was just the right size for a person to lie down.

"Oh? Such a perfect little nest?"

Ning Chang suddenly felt an urge to lie down in it.

The open space currently enclosed by tree roots would have been an excellent base for him when he was a child, a position reserved for the king chosen in each game.