I have nothing but luck

The two civil and military examinations have come to an end, leaving only the finale between Yu Yingqiu and Xie Rongjiao.

Yu Yingqiu and Fang Linhe felt uncomfortable after the comparison, to show fairness, wait for her internal injuries to heal in three days before holding the event.

During this period, the disciples couldn't stay idle, playing cards and betting, making friends and falling in love, chatting, eating and drinking, except for the fights that were clearly prohibited, they did almost everything.

Jiang Changlan couldn't be more restless, he ran to the small courtyard where Xie Rongjiao was staying every day, he was more attentive than Jiang Jingxing.

For the first time, he didn't say which little lady of the sect was dating which romantic gentleman of the four surnames, which student of the academy was fighting with which Buddhist monk of the Buddhist sect and almost got into a fight, and instead asked repeatedly worriedly. How many times has the question been asked: "How sure is the son better than Yu Yingqiu?"

Xie Rongjiao's brain ached from the routine questions he asked every morning, noon and evening, and he had no choice but to compromise: "Brother Jiang, why don't you talk about some interesting things that happened in the palace?"

Jiang Changlan was still very worried: "Didn't the prince himself say that he couldn't recognize faces, so it's useless for me to tell you these things?"

That's because Xie Rongjiao didn't expect that Jiang Changlan could repeat the same sentence over and over in his ear, just like a monk knocking on a wooden fish.

Xie Rongjiao admit defeat.

It was he who cheated himself, so he could only admit it with tears in his eyes.

He didn't know how many times he answered Jiang Changlan patiently: "I'm not half sure. When I was hunting in the north, I saw Fairy Yu beheading a half-step Mahayana with my own eyes. Even though I have improved in the way of swordsmanship, I still feel difficult against Brother Jiang. Let alone Guan Yu When Fairy fights Brother Fang, her fighting power should be higher than when she was in Beishou."

Jiang Changlan was not happy when he said this: "What did the prince say? The combat power is different. Even if I have just entered the half-step Mahayana, how can it be compared with the ordinary half-step Mahayana? The prince is better than me. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to lose to Yu Yingqiu?"

No wonder you are so attentive.

Xie Rongjiao said sympathetically: "Then I may probably let Brother Jiang lose face."

"Face is a small matter, alas." Jiang Changlan waved his hand, "The point is that I have a deep friendship with Shizi, and Shizi has extraordinary combat power than me. In the battle between Fairy Yu and you, I alone will win Shizi."

Got it, that's the point.

Xie Rongjiao understood it and persuaded him: "Brother Jiang is still in time to bet on Fairy Jade before the battle starts tomorrow."

According to Jiang Changlan's own game, he and Xie Rongjiao must bet on their tempers, and he is willing to only pressure Xie Rongjiao alone, which is really a deep friendship, as heavy as Mount Tai.

It can be said that it is a life-and-death meeting of textbook standards.

"But Brother Jiang, don't worry." Xie Rongjiao had a trace of warmth in his eyes, "I told Master that if I want to get the first prize back to see him, I will definitely do my best."

Jiang Changlan suddenly felt the injustice of the different treatment, and complained wrongly: "Out of the affection of a good friend, I alone overwhelmed the son, and the son didn't take it seriously. The son said so casually to the sage, but the son took it so seriously. It really makes me feel wronged!"

Is it true that a friend is destined to be inferior to a master?Jiang Changlan thought sadly, feeling very aggrieved.

If you ask yourself, there is a little difference in the treatment, and the difference between the serious and the serious, Xie Rongjiao can't help but feel ashamed, and sincerely said: "How about I help Brother Jiang to squeeze a sum of money from Fairy Jade? I."

"..." Jiang Changlan felt more and more the profound cruelty of differential treatment, and he was deeply saddened: "Your Majesty, let's fight hard, and treat it as a saint."

Xie Rongjiao solemnly responded: "This is natural."

"" He knew that ten or a hundred sentences he said would not be worth the promise Xie Rongjiao made in front of Jiang Jingxing.

Oh, the world.

Jiang Changlan and Xie Rongjiao closed their eyes, put Zhenjiang Mountain on their knees, and practiced the Haoran Sword in the sea of ​​knowledge.

He was recalling the characteristics of Yu Yingqiu's spells when he made two shots.

Breaking down Yu Yingqiu's two strikes in his mind, Xie Rongjiao admitted that someone like Yu Yingqiu can be as simple as possible, and can transform all kinds of methods into one sword, and practice both swordsmanship and swordsmanship. The best practitioners are almost flawless in the method, and they can't find any weaknesses to attack.

The only way is to confront her head-on, to see her spiritual power accumulation, to see whether her technique is better or Haoran Sword's sword intent is sharper.

After clearing his mind, Xie Rongjiao got up holding the Zhenjiang mountain, and wanted to go outside to practice swords in the small courtyard, but happened to bump into Jiang Jingxing who had just raised his hand to knock on the door.

Right now he has nothing to do except prepare for the battle, Jiang Jingxing saw his posture holding Zhenjiang Mountain, his heart was like a mirror, so there was no need to ask.

"Come here, come here, follow me to a place, and I will teach you how to win by surprise."

Does the method of winning by surprise still need to be taught in a specific place?

In view of Jiang Jingxing's demeanor like the ones in the extremely old population who have malicious intentions, holding a piece of candy is like a wolf with a big tail who kidnaps other people's children, it's no wonder that Xie Rongjiao can't see that the so-called "surprise winning method" is a pretense.

He was very considerate: "Master, you can just tell me where you want to take me, and you don't need to find excuses to deceive."

Xie Rongjiao believed that Jiang Jingxing would never drag himself to an inexplicable place on the eve of his battle with Yu Yingqiu for no reason.

Jiang Jingxing: "..." No, how did he come to the conclusion that Ah Ci is especially good at talking recently?

fake.

Sure enough, it is the difference caused by the change of mentality?

"It's getting late, hurry up and go back." Jiang Jingxing was very law-abiding, good at the self-awareness of the people of Haojing, and dragged Xie Rongjiao to ride the wind, "There is no need to use the wind horse,"

Xie Rongjiao said quietly: "Master, no swords are allowed in the sky above Haojing."

Haojing is the residence of the emperor, so the defense is naturally strict. It is not comparable to the scattered cities in the southern region.

"It's nothing." Jiang Jingxing didn't take it seriously, "Ji Huang was frightened by the sword a few days ago, and the national teacher wouldn't bother with me about such a trivial matter."

Anyway, it was not uncommon for him to sneak around Yujian outside the city of Haojing back then.

However, looking at the city of Haojing from a high place is quite different from looking at the city of Haojing from the back of a chasing horse.

This northern Zhou royal city, the bustling city, even Fengling City, is brightly lit. Thousands of households, thousands of windows, reflect the warm red of the river flowing through Haojing, like a cloud. The sky is so bright that even the night sky above Haojing is brighter than that of other houses.

It's no wonder that barren people covet Kyushu, and Haojing, the most prosperous city in Kyushu.

They landed at the gate of a large mansion.

The neighborhood where the house is located is very close to the imperial palace, and the officials and nobles of the residents in the left and right square cities are more noble than the other. Even so, the house is still extravagant and occupies more than half of the square city, which shows that it used to be an extremely wealthy family.

However, the splendor fades away, leaving only a web of cobwebs and tangy dust, and the smiles and smiles of the sweet cars and beauties who have been greeted in the workshop are crushed by the wheels of time, and the silk and satin costumes of the famous horses and young men turn yellow in the years In the village, only the neighbors with no lights left at night are depressed.

The seals on the gate are crossed, and the iron chains are entangled.

Jiang Jingxing took Xie Rongjiao over the wall, shuttled through the mansion with many courtyards, and finally walked to the ancestral hall in the north.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "I used to be the most familiar with this place. I haven't been here for more than 20 years, and I still haven't taken the wrong road."

Who told him that when he was a teenager, he was a master who played wildly and refused to give up. How many times his father punished him to kneel in the ancestral hall, and when he was released next time, he still had no way of doing things and didn't have a long memory.

As time passed, Jiang Jingxing almost set up a bedroom in the ancestral hall.

Xie Rongjiao remained silent.

He already guessed where Jiang Jingxing brought him.

That's why he didn't speak.

Sometimes not speaking is not because I don't want to speak, but because I really don't know what to say, what is appropriate and timely.

Xie Rongjiao searched for a long time, and choked out a sentence: "No wonder it is located in Zhengbei Kan, it turned out to be used as an ancestral hall for gods."

The north direction has always been dedicated to gods and is not suitable for living. Anyone who lives there will inevitably be in danger.

It was what Jiang Jingxing said a long time ago when he was half-truth and half-fake bluffing, he wrote it down, and he didn't want it to come in handy today.

"It's the ancestral hall. I used to be a frequent visitor here."

Jiang Jingxing brought Xie Rongjiao here, originally not to reminisce about the past years that passed away so early.

On the contrary, to open a new chapter.

So he just mentioned a little bit about the past, those old sesame seeds and rotten millet were sold to Xie Rongjiao by him, so there was no need to gossip.

"A Ci, at the start of the Qunfanghui, you said that you want to improve your strength as soon as possible. I don't like the idea of ​​accumulating strength. If you have spare energy, it doesn't matter how fast you are. If it's just for the guy from Xihuang Moluo, you don't have to .”

The breeze blew on his eyebrows illuminated by the moonlight, and for a moment his expression was solemn and graceful, as if he was lifting up.

"When I was eighteen, I almost settled down in the ancestral hall. When Xie Huan was eighteen, the Guozijian where he was studying was disturbed. It was Yang Ruopu, the most hardworking guy. At eighteen, he had dozed off and cut corners in his homework."

That was what Xie Rongjiao never understood, the youthful time of their generation.

"So you've done well enough, Ah Ci, and the burden you put on yourself is too heavy."

Jiang Jingxing sometimes wondered, how could Xie Huan's son, the apprentice he taught, have such a serious temperament?

It's baffling.

Xie Rongjiao was also very puzzled.

He asked rhetorically: "Master, you brought me across most of the city of Haojing to the Jiang family's ancestral hall, in order to mention my past in the ancestral hall, to comfort me that I have done a good job?"

What's wrong with this?

Can you say no in the palace?

Could it be that the atmosphere of the ancestral hall is particularly good?

Jiang Jingxing fumbled out three sticks of incense from nowhere, lit them on the dim old incense burner, and said with a smile, "No, I want to invite the ancestral hall to be a witness."

"Moro has been disturbing the wind and rain for many years, and he has become more blatant recently. He is not annoying himself, but I am tired of seeing him. Seeing that he is a famous person, I invite the ancestral hall to be a witness. A series of personnel affairs involving Mo Luojuan will be settled, and peace will be restored to Kyushu."

People always need a sense of ritual.

Even if it's as casual as Jiang Jingxing, it's always a little different when doing big things.

Xie Rongjiao understood him, and handed it to Zhenjiangshan with empathy: "Master, do you want to swear by blood to prove your will?"

Jiang Jingxing treated his strange circuit calmly: "No need."

He looked at Xie Rongjiao for a while, then suddenly showed a faint smile, and reached out to brush off the cigarette that fell on his shoulder.

It seemed to cut off his few tangled threads of love.

"A Ci, let me handle the matters of the previous generation, let them finish in my hands, don't worry. What I want to give you is a Kyushu that allows you to live as you like, and live well."

"It's a good thing that your cultivation is progressing quickly, but I hope you can live smoothly. It's boring to improve your cultivation in adversity. I don't want you to taste it."

Xie Rongjiao didn't know why: "I'm not—" He didn't want to save the entire Kyushu, where it was unclear whether to save or not, nor did he think about waking up to the holy land tomorrow.

"Duty." Jiang Jingxing read his heartfelt voice and interrupted him, "Ah Ci, you treat it as the golden spirit stone that Xie Huan gave me, and buy back your duty together."

Xie Rongjiao couldn't put it into words: "Then dad is worth the money."

Not only did he buy out the saint's ten years of time, but he also gave him a duty to do so.

Trading at a loss, whoever buys will earn.

Jiang Jingxing responded, "Naturally, it's a master-disciple relationship after all."

This is the purpose of his coming to the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall today.

Through the Jiang family's ancestral hall, the heaven and the earth have spirits, and the sage made a promise, vowing to solve Mo Luo and his future troubles within one year.

All are secondary.

What matters is Aci.

The sage is not much different from other emotional teenagers, he will also feel dizzy and confused, knowing that it is impossible, but still can't help but hide a little courtesy in the dark of words.

Fortunately, Xie Rongjiao has always been upright and magnanimous, if he can think less, he will never think a word more.Jiang Jingxing, who had woken up from a jittery spirit, left room for remedial action.

Jiang Jingxing is used to strong winds and waves, and has experienced ups and downs for a long time. Even though he was reluctant to give up, he still took advantage of a heart-to-heart talk in the ancestral hall to explain his various gaffes recently, and firmly nailed their friendship between master and apprentice. , What he did was firmly attributed to the golden spirit stone.

In this way, even if Ah Ci wants to come back in the future, he won't feel too weird.

Of course, it's not something that Jiang Jingxing can do so easily.

As long as one is lucky enough to survive this year, everything will turn around.