I have nothing but luck

Waiting for the referee to announce the winner, I wondered if the two of them were lying on the ground and the other was disabled. It seemed that it would be difficult to drag the injured and disabled back to the room by themselves. Would it be better to ask them if they need help.

Before he got confused about who to ask first, a figure floated down from the stage, helped Xie Rongjiao up, and half-wrapped him in his arms to help him stand still.

Although Xie Rongjiao was a little out of strength, he still had the strength to walk back.

Just when Xie Rongjiao was about to speak, he suddenly felt that leaning against Jiang Jingxing was also very comfortable. The warmth penetrated into his flesh and bones against his clothes.

He felt that he was embarrassed enough on stage, and he didn't have the psychological burden of losing face again, so he temporarily replaced the words with: "Master, don't worry, I had a great time fighting."

Well, it really is a real swordsman who is desperate to fight.

Not a real swordsman, Xie Rongjiao couldn't be so tough on stage.

Jiang Changlan was still lying on the ring.

The Jiang family's disciples saw that he had a long spear in his hand and killed all directions. They expected that a real man like his elder brother would not need others to support him, which would insult his noble personality.

The referee was moved by Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao's deep mentorship, and secretly thought that when they were fighting, they looked at the appearance of a saint. help.

No, bullying who hasn't been smashed by a master?

Jiang Changlan stared at the two people walking away together in a trance, and received a second blow in his heart.

This kind of grief and indignation is like returning from a bloody battle. Companions and sweethearts are thinking about their hunger and fullness, asking for warmth, wiping tears and handing over handkerchiefs, washing hands to make soup, and he is alone in the cold wind of the northern wilderness, tall and straight like a flagpole, bare pole A flagpole is exactly the same is bare.

Jiang Changlan suppressed his grief and anger, and said to the referee, "Excuse me, can you lend me a hand?"

Shen Xi was once again grateful: "Fortunately, I have self-knowledge and didn't report for the martial arts competition. Otherwise, with my combat power, wouldn't it embarrass the academy and the master?"

The academy students were all silent.

Senior Brother, I beg you to have a clear understanding of yourself!

They have to suppress the urge to hit people every day, and it will hurt their health over time!

Yu Yingqiu's eyes were bright, and she smiled: "I am looking forward to meeting the Xie family's son in the final."

She seemed to be just casually mentioning it out of sheer joy, and also seemed to think that she would definitely beat Fang Linhe and enter the finals, which was a matter of course.

Recovering from the contest between the two, Fang Linhe vowed to give the Sword Sect disciple the Haoran sword formula that was not finished in science: "As for the third level of the Haoran sword, it is much more mysterious. The heaven and the earth are full of awe-inspiring energy. The sword is the basis, as subtle and ethereal as a ray of energy between heaven and earth, it can be a sword, and even the energy can be used as a sword, which is not inferior to a real sword."

The Jianmen disciples sat upright, concentrating on it.

I don't know how many times I hated their elder brother's excessive sense of responsibility in my heart.

God knows that after Yang Ruopu, the head of the sect who put them in his care and devoted himself to cultivation, Fang Linhe considers himself a master of Jianmen, so he should take up the responsibility and teach Yang Ruopu a good life.

"I can't tell you how to get to the third realm of the Haoran sword. It will come naturally. When you can get there, when Haoran Qi in the world is willing to recognize you as the sword master, you will come naturally." Jiang Jingxing recalled his journey to the third realm. When asked, "Why do you ask this?"

In the battle with Jiang Changlan, Xie Rongjiao was seriously injured, so he slumped on the couch and closed his eyes to rest, and answered him frankly: "I want to improve my strength as soon as possible."

In fact, his strength has improved very quickly. From the [-]th to Hinayana, he broke through two realms of Haoran Sword in just half a year. Looking at the history of ancient and modern practice, there are only a handful of people who have achieved talents comparable to him. When Jiang Jingxing was young, he was famous in Kyushu. Xie Rongjiao's progress is astonishingly fast, and Xie Rongjiao is still better than him.

No one doubted that Xie Rongjiao could reach the Holy Land.

All he needs is time.

Back then, when Jiang Jing was standing in the Holy Land, the world was shaken.

Xie Rongjiao will only be faster than Jiang Jingxing.

But he still felt that it was not enough, and felt that it was not fast enough.

Jiang Jing followed the procedure to persuade him: "Ah Ci, your cultivation base and combat power have improved so quickly that even I was incomparable back then. If you deliberately go too fast, you may cause future troubles. It will be a good thing when it comes to it."

"Oh, but Ah Ci, you have never been impatient, why did you suddenly think so?"

Because I feel the undercurrent that can engulf Kyushu at any time, I understand the hatred and urging in the phoenix's cry on the ring.

He didn't want to hide behind Jiang Jingxing and ask him for protection in the future disasters in Kyushu, and he didn't want Jiang Jingxing to take the lead by himself.

The generous and awe-inspiring words that he had planned twirled around his lips, but when he spit them out, it became: "I want to be side by side with Master as soon as possible."

Terrible.

When did Ah Ci speak so well?Every sentence hits the red heart, which is completely different from the torture of facing the cruel reality, which will only make you feel cold when you open your mouth in the past

Jiang Jingxing was puzzled, he always felt that life had quietly turned a corner before he knew it.

He almost sighed: "Yes, I will. I have reached the peak, and there is no way to go, but your road is very long, and you will only stand higher than me."

His A Ci is still young, and he will have a bright and beautiful future. There is a long, long road and scenery waiting for A Ci to go. The things he embraces are bound to be countless times better than him.

He has reached the highest point, there is no way to go, there is no way to retreat, he can only gradually retreat along the way he came, like the sun fading under the scenery of Xishan Mountain.

until the light is gone.

How could he have the heart to harm Ah Ci?

Xie Rongjiao didn't understand the deep meaning of his words, and answered him with a smile: "No master, no one can be higher than you."

Even though there are thousands of superficial unreliability, you are still the best in the world in my eyes.

Just like the national hand plucks the famous piano to play the tune of spring, the ice and snow melt in the spring breeze on the branches, and merge into a flowing spring, caressing the flowers and plants in the mountains, gurgling down.

Terrible.

Jiang Jingxing didn't dare to stay here for too long, for fear that he would be fascinated by Ah Ci's words and would involuntarily pour out his heart.

At that time, it can really become a matter of life and death.

He wasn't afraid of being whipped to death by Ah Ci with Zhenjiang Mountain. The death of a dignified saint was so dramatic and aggrieved.

He was afraid that Ah Ci would know that suppressing him was still a trivial matter, if it had an impact on Xie Rongjiao's future life, how could Jiang Jingxing's conscience be at ease?

Jiang Jingxing quickly found an excuse, and slipped out of Xie Rongjiao's room like smoke.

Xie Rongjiao was left alone puzzled: "Why is Master a little weird recently?"

Thinking about it later, it wasn't that Jiang Jingxing was unreliable on the first day, so let him go.

A total of six Hinayanas came to the Qunfanghui, two abstained from the martial arts competition, and the rest of the hundreds were all of subtle cultivation. Xie Rongjiao thought that he should not be so unlucky, and decided the winner on the basis of his unhealed injuries One of Fang Linhe or Yu Yingqiu, who was resting and practicing swords, was very relieved.

When he was recuperating, the main source of news was Jiang Changlan. Jiang Changlan said that he was more seriously injured than him, but he had a heart that was unwilling to be lonely, and he was much more diligent than him when he went to the spectator stage.

The news I brought came from the fact that the children of the four surnames of the two families did not like each other; during the literary examination, the students of the academy almost did not cause a large-scale internal fight. Fortunately, Shen Xi was there to stabilize the situation, and Jianmen, who was dozing off, The disciples formed a sharp contrast; and then the two schools of Buddhism competed with each other for the level of Taoism, and the three sentences without teaching allusions were uncomfortable..

Chickens and dogs jumping, bits and pieces, everything that one expects to find.

Xie Rongjiao couldn't help admiring his ability to search for news: "Sister didn't let Brother Jiang take care of the scouts, it's really a shame."

"Xie Shuai managed well." Jiang Changlan praised two at a time, without shame: "Naturally, I feel that the value of letting me go to the front line to fight is far greater than letting me be in charge of scouts."

If Jiang Jingxing had been present, he would have been unable to hold back his eager tongue, and would have brought Jiang Changlan to Xie Ronghua to ridicule him all over.

It's a pity that Xie Rongjiao was present

He agreed: "It makes sense, but Brother Jiang seems to like to join in the fun?"

Jiang Changlan waved his hand: "It's just the world's way of life."

"When it comes to human relationships and sophistication, I have never been able to understand this way. Please ask Brother Jiang to explain something to me."

Jiang Changlan readily responded: "Just say it."

Xie Rongjiao held the tea bowl and said puzzledly: "I found that Master has been deliberately avoiding me in the past few days, but I have not had any disputes with Master, and there have been no major incidents recently, which puzzles me."

Jiang Changlan, who was going to make him a bowl of chicken soup, became confused along with him: "My lord, don't you and the saint have a good relationship?"

What the hell is he thinking, just two days ago the sage personally went to the stage to pick you up and tortured me to death. I almost felt that life was hopeless, so I couldn't think about it and planned to smash the pot and fall on the stage to sleep.

Even if the time goes a little farther back to the Eastern Wasteland, every time I get along with you, which time does my body not have an extra embarrassment?

Xie Rongjiao nodded: "That's what I don't understand."

Jiang Changlan thought about it, and after a long time of contemplation, a flash of inspiration came to him, and he suddenly realized: "Maybe it's just a sage who wants to be alone for a while. People often have times when they want to think about things by themselves, and I do too."

Xie Rongjiao looked at him speechlessly, not understanding the difference between what he said and what he didn't say.

but--

He reluctantly agreed with the answer: "Brother Jiang is right, maybe so."

Xie Rongjiao felt lost.

Impossible not to be separated forever, he thought, the degree of my attachment to Master seems to be no less than when I wanted to ask him if we went to Xihuang together.

His nails pressed tightly against the flesh of his palm.

It shouldn't be.

Jiang Changlan thought that Xie Rongjiao had been enlightened by a good life, and his self-existence value was satisfied, so he left happily.

Two years later, Jiang Changlan was so remorseful that he wanted to beat himself to death.

The two parties are obviously in love when they are still confused and can't figure out the situation. One is running and the other is chasing. They are willing to fight and suffer. Why do you want an outsider to meddle?

If it hadn't been for meddling back then, would Xie Ronghua's life be in jeopardy if Xie Ronghua chased him around the barracks with a peace knife?

After the beating, he had to beware of Lu Binwei's unexpected traps.

It's almost impossible to live.

Oh, life.

Another person who often visits Xie Rongjiao is Li Zhixuan, an enthusiastic swordsman.

After experiencing the battle in Xuanwu City, Li Zhixuan insisted that Xie Rongjiao was a life-and-death friend. He expected his friend to rest and be bored. Li Zhixuan, an enthusiastic swordsman, was willing to abandon the afternoon literary competition time and come to accompany Xie Rongjiao with warmth and concern like a spring breeze. Rong Jiao relieved his boredom by speaking.

When he came here today, Li Zhixuan's complexion was quite different from the past, it was clear that he had encountered a major event, and he had to put a "I'm fine" stamp on it, trying to cover it up so clearly that even Xie Rongjiao could see the clues.

"Brother Li, what happened?"

Li Zhixuan pretended to be dead.

Xie Rongjiao decided to be more direct: "Brother Li has the words Flying and Unexpected Misfortune written on his face, what is it that makes you so moved?"

Li Zhixuan staggered, hesitating, and at least he spoke: "Brother Xie, I found out that the identity of the Wuyin senior brother of the Buddhist sect is different."

He gritted his teeth and took out a Qunfang sticker from his sleeve: "This is a Muji Qunfang sticker that I found in the place where I live."

Qunfang put a ray of devilish energy on it, as if afraid that others would not know its existence, but Li Zhixuan could clearly sense it, not to mention Xie Rongjiao.

Open the Qunfang post, and among the hundreds of other posts, the format and polite words are exactly the same, and the name of Muji is flying around.

Obviously it was deliberately set up for Li Zhixuan.

Li Zhixuan was sitting in the courtyard, flying from the sky.

If a person has a lot of luck, he can be said to be in decline.

Li Zhixuan wanted to cry but had no tears: "I know there are many doubts about this matter. I did nothing but practice swords in the yard, and I didn't provoke anyone, but Qunfang, the Wuyin senior brother of the Buddhist sect, ran for a long time after being tainted with demonic energy. I'm here, I can't stop it."

It can be said to be very desperate.

How familiar is this scene?

The familiar ray of demonic energy in the prominent place leads the snake out of the hole, and the familiar pointing leads the disaster to the three sects. If there is no shadow of Mo Luo behind, Xie Rongjiao will not believe it.

It's just that Lu Binfan was Mo Luo's grandson when he was not choosing the city, how could Li Zhixuan, an ordinary and inconspicuous swordsman, be seen by Mo Luo?

Or maybe Mo Luo is targeting Muyin, and Li Zhixuan just happened to fly in and become the unlucky guy who was unfortunately affected?

Xie Rongjiao calmed down for a while, and earnestly suggested to Li Zhixuan: "Brother Li, I heard that the talismans for exorcising bad luck and transporting luck in the Dayin Temple outside the city of Haojing are very useful. Brother Li might as well ask for one in your free time."

Why did all the troublesome things go to Li Zhixuan, the unlucky boy.