I have nothing but luck

In the morning light, the breeze blows the fragrance of osmanthus seeds, which makes people feel cool. It brushes the fine feathers of the fallen lotus and the egret leisurely playing in the water on the Qujiang pond, and blows the swords hanging at the end of the sabers of the two sword repairmen on the stage. Sui couldn't help shaking.

The ripples of the wind blowing over Qujiang Pond are like whispers in the crowd watching the battle.

It is impossible not to pay attention to the Royal Palace, except for the arena that has been blessed by a special formation to ensure that external factors will never affect the winners and losers of the contestants on the stage. Circle the arena.

The two people who were fighting each other on the stage were the ones Xie Rongjiao knew.

One is Li Zhixuan, who accompanied them when they were in the Northern Wilderness, and the other is Cui San, who made a big splash at the door yesterday.

Thinking about it, Cui San himself didn't really want to make such a big splash.

"Brother Xie, which one do you think has a better chance of winning?" Jiang Changlan, who ignored the cats and dogs, of course chose to sit next to Xie Rongjiao so that someone could talk, and sat down on the seat that originally belonged to Fengling City with a cheeky face.

Fengling City's lineage is weak, and this generation of offspring happened to have no suitable age candidates for the Qunfang Club. Xie Huan, who received Qunfang's post, was very upset, and with a big wave of his hand, he sent the post to Xie Rongjiao and then ignored everything.

As a result, Fengling City, which ranks first among all the forces in the southern region, has pitifully few people at the seats, and several Jiang Changlans can at least hold up the scene.

At that time, when Jiang Changlan shamelessly used this excuse to put gold on his face to get a seat, Jiang Jingxing snorted with disdain:

"If it's about supporting the scene, I'm enough alone, where can it be your turn?"

After a rough sweep of the surrounding area, Jiang Changlan had nothing to say.

Although the young disciples of the sect's aristocratic family were proud and lively, and talked non-stop, the elders who came to accompany him also prided themselves on their identities and put on the airs of senior masters.

But even if they were to take a seat in Fengling City from the corner of their eyes, they would consciously restrain their expressions and keep their voices solemn to show their respect for No. 1 in this world.

The day before yesterday, he smashed the Northern Zhou Observation Tower with a sword. The Zhou family pretended to be dead and there was no movement at all. Can you disrespect it?

Jiang Changlan said with a sneer, "I didn't expect you to be quite majestic, Saint."

Jiang Jingxing wondered: "What gave you the illusion that I am not majestic?"

nonsense.Jiang Changlan thought to himself, just like you offering your disciples as if offering to your ancestors, I have never been as cowardly to my father as you are to your disciples. Others have never seen you get along. After seeing you, you can be majestic.

He wanted to say so.

However, Jiang Changlan held back.

He betrayed his conscience and boasted: "Because I see that you and Brother Xie get along very well, without any airs, and the master-student relationship is deep. You were born young, and you seem to be of the same generation as me, so you don't feel majestic."

Jiang Jingxing was satisfied, and for the time being, he did not care about the annoying behavior of him leaning over to shine among the two of them.

Jiang Changlan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably grateful that he escaped a catastrophe.

After observing the two people on the stage carefully, Xie Rongjiao said: "I secretly thought that Brother Li's chances of winning were slightly higher, Brother Jiang, do you have any comments?"

"Before the Qunfang competition, there will always be good people setting up a bet. I follow the trend and just ask the prince for his opinion."

Jiang Changlan was born as the eldest son of the Jiang family, and Jiang Changlan couldn't have lost the money anyway. He mentioned it with a relaxed attitude, obviously not taking those bets seriously.

Xie Rongjiao understood, and regretted slightly: "Unfortunately, I don't know, otherwise I should follow Brother Li. Who did Brother Jiang suppress?"

He grew up in a wealthy and prominent place since he was a child, and he has no concept of money at all, throwing it away casually, suppressing Li Zhixuan only because of the affection of his colleagues in Xuanwu City.

He and Jiang Jingxing were surprisingly somewhat fond of and close to Li Zhixuan.

Although the lonely swordsman Li Zhixuan is a hell of a coward.

"Both of us bet the same amount." Jiang Changlan is probably very proud of himself for coming up with this method, "There is always a winning sum, no matter if you lose money, the most important thing is to please yourself if you win."

As for how much money was lost, it was a small talk and not worth mentioning.

After Li Zhixuan faced the man-made ghost in Xuanwu City, Jiang Jingxing once again admired a person: "Jiang Langjun is really shrewd, Jiang Jianuo's family has successors."

I don't know if Empress Jiang will regret calling Jiang Changlan from northern Xinjiang to Haojing if she hears Jiang Changlan's words.

While they were talking, the two people on the stage raised their swords and started fighting.

The three of them are all experts, and it is not difficult to see the real battle situation hidden in the dazzling sword light in the arena.

Li Zhixuan's sword suits his posture of diving headlong into the group of demon cultivators, opening and closing, and moving forward without hesitation.

As for the other person, Cui San——

Jiang Changlan frowned: "It's strange, looking at this person's swordsmanship, if he is purely fierce like Li Jianxiu, he will not talk about it, but his sword is meticulous, and the angle and direction of each sword is attached to the sword body. The power has been carefully thought out. How can a person who does things so meticulously forget to bring Qunfang stickers?"

Li Zhixuan gradually gained the upper hand.

Facing Li Zhixuan's menacing sword energy, Cui Sanyi retreated again and again until he reached the corner of the ring, completely weak, as if he was about to give up his sword and admit defeat in the next moment.

"Cui San is very concerned about demeanor." Jiang Jingxing glanced casually, "The situation is as dire as it is now, and the corners of his clothes are still in order. It can be seen that he still pays special attention to it when fighting swords."

How can a person who is meticulous in his work and extremely concerned about his appearance and face, make such a move of blatantly humiliating himself at the gate of the palace by missing out on the Qunfang meeting.

A white light suddenly appeared from the vertical and horizontal sword energy that forced Cui San to nowhere to retreat.

It was Cui San who made a sword.

The white python transformed by the sword qi whispered, one raised its head and opened its mouth to swallow half of the sword qi, and the other swung its tail and smashed the remaining sword qi on the stage.

Jiang Changlan understood Jiang Jingxing's hints, and his face became serious: "Cui San is from the Cui family in the East China Sea. There are also some talented names in the area where the Cui family is located. The future is bright, and he will not get any benefits if he destroys the group. , there is no need to do this on purpose."

Jiang Jingxing poured cold water on him: "The last time you said Zhou Yu, what you said was pretty much the same."

An arrow was shot in the knee, and Jiang Changlan had nothing to say.

"But I didn't say he was going to destroy the Qunfang Club, I just thought it was weird." Jiang Jingxing added, "Maybe he forgot to bring it when he went out in a hurry. Who doesn't get confused all the time?"

"..."

Sure enough, the reason why the saint can live to this day is really because he is a saint.

For an ordinary person, it would be hard for Jiang Changlan to imagine how strong and tough his backing would be for him to be able to jump up to the present and not be beaten to death.

Xie Rongjiao eased the embarrassment for him out of kindness: "I don't know if Fang Linhe and Yu Yingqiu are compared, which one does Brother Jiang beat?"

"All bet."

"Comparing Wuyin and Shenxi, which one does Brother Jiang beat?"

"All bet."

"Then I will compare with Brother Jiang, will Brother Jiang still bet?"

"Your son is smart, and they each bet a fortune."

Xie Rongjiao had nothing to say.

One is that he doesn’t know many people who participated in the Qunfanghui, so he only asked these few people, and the other is that he asked all the people who attended the Qunfanghui upside down, and Jiang Changlan’s answer was still the same for thousands of years. It's boring to ask.

Jiang Jingxing sighed, "What is the purpose of your betting?"

Jiang Changlan straightened his chest with reason and evidence: "Naturally, it is to experience the joy of hitting the ball."

It's also hard not to hit if you put everyone in the game all-in.

He suddenly noticed that Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao looked at him with sympathy.

Jiang Changlan didn't know why: "Why do seniors and sons look at me like this?"

Jiang Jingxing sighed: "You must have been unlucky before, right?"

Xie Rongjiao echoed: "Otherwise, why would everyone bet once for fear of not winning?"

Inadvertently insert willows and willows.

The two of them inadvertently said a few words, and successfully shut up Jiang Changlan.

The winner was decided on the stage, although Cui San said that he was unexpected and planned carefully, but Li Zhixuan's swordsmanship was a bit higher than him, he was not as good as Li Zhixuan in his ability to fight, and it was a pity that he lost.

Because Li Zhixuan was born as a casual cultivator and had no serious sect, the Qunfang sticker that came to the Qunfang Club was still in the hands of Elder Yu, so there were few people who were optimistic about him before the fight with Cui San, so the odds were naturally high.

Now that the result was settled, the disciples who bet on Li Zhixuan cheered loudly, even more excited than if they won the game themselves.

Jiang Changlan cheered along, completely forgetting that he bet two.

Jiang Jingxing was thoughtful: "I think you and that Li Zhixuan on the stage should get along quite well."

Jiang Changlan looked Li Zhixuan up and down with his eyes, only found one thing in common, hesitantly said: "Senior, did you say that Li Zhixuan and I are about the same age?"

Then he should get along well with everyone who came to the Qunfanghui.

It's just as silly.

Jiang Jingxing didn't understand the principle of accumulating virtue with his mouth, and when he was about to say it, Xie Rongjiao said: "Master, can you make a bet?"

Jiang Jingxing quickly changed his attitude, being gentle and obedient: "No, let me bet on it. In the end, I will put all the pressure on Ah Ci, and I don't want to bet on the rest."

Xie Rongjiao didn't know how to describe his inner feelings.

It seemed as if he had waited a long time for his words, hearing it was like being in a fairyland, and every part of his body was ironed.

He squinted his eyes, turning from the bitter autumn spring into a bend of spring water. Once in ten years, he narrowed his eyes and said: "Maybe the odds of beating me first are very high, and you can make a lot of money."

Xie Rongjiao spread his hands: "Naturally, you may lose everything."

But I will make up all the money I have won.

He said this quietly in his heart.

It can be seen that the former young master of the Xie family was not as shrewd as Jiang Changlan. Fortunately, he had self-knowledge and stepped back in time to avoid the financial misery of Fengling City falling into turmoil in the future and tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall.

Jiang Changlan covered his face: "My son, what misunderstanding do you have about yourself? You are the young master of the Xie family, oh well, now you are the predecessor, the only number one among the saints, and you will enter the Hinayana gate at eighteen. There are more people who can win with a dark horse, okay? How can the odds be high?"

He complained bitterly: "Furthermore, your lord Fengling City Lord was on par with the saints back then, and in the end there was no distinction between one and the other. Him. Others say that you should be the leader of the Qunfang Association this time, and live up to the tradition of the family teacher."

Maybe collecting all seven Qunfanghui laurel crowns can summon the dragon.

Anyway, people like to watch such stories that have been passed down from generation to generation and have a sense of history passed down from generation to generation.

Xie Rongjiao is not someone who cares about these false names.

For him, it is enough to do his best and have no regrets afterwards.

But his heart suddenly moved slightly.

He remembered the story of Xie Huan winning the first prize at the Qunfang Meeting 30 years ago, and his wife Zhu Yan who became a monk early and made a big splash in the whole Kyushu.

Xie Rongjiao didn't understand why his mood was moved in this way, but he had a vague premonition, and he might understand after he won the prize at the Qunfang Meeting.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he said to Jiang Jingxing: "Although you bet on me as the first master, I will never let your bet come to nothing."