A beautiful lady dressed as a devil

Jiang Shuo sat at the top and felt a little sleepy after watching the match for about a stick of incense.

The quality of the first round was uneven, and it was a bit interesting to meet good ones, but more of them were mediocre and barely resisted.

Jiang Shuo simply pulled out the book he brought from his sleeve, and read it leisurely.

After watching for a while, Jiang Shuo suddenly heard an exclamation from ahead.

Looking up, it turned out that there was a fierce competition going on on the stage in the middle.On the left is a thin monk who has a good swordsmanship, and under the blessing of spells, his moves are so fierce that Jiang Shuo can't see his movements clearly.

And the one on the right is the boy in white that Jiang Shuo spoke to not long ago.

Different from his opponent, this young man didn't seem to know how to use a sword at all. The ordinary sword in his hand was used as a crutch by him, and he tried his best to back up when his opponent attacked.

Even though he was at a disadvantage, he didn't seem to be affected in any way, his expression was calm and almost indifferent, and his evasive figure was ingenious. Although the thin monk's attack was fierce, after a lot of effort, he didn't touch the boy's clothes.

"It's too flattering." Qi Feng stood beside Jiang Shuo, shook his head lightly, and commented.

Such a style of play that only defends but does not attack can still win by chance in the first round, but the further you play, the more difficult it will be.

The boy just dodged a blow, and while gaining breathing space, he seemed to glance in Jiang Shuo's direction.

Qi Feng frowned.

From such a distance, with this person's cultivation base, it should be impossible to hear what he just said, right?

"You can't say that," Jiang Shuo became a little interested, watched the competition carefully, and said to Qi Feng, "Although his spells are weak, he has a flexible body and quick reflexes. Everyone in the world has strengths and weaknesses, but for young disciples, we should pay more attention to strengths."

Qifeng was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Ms. Mistress taught me well."

Jiang Shuo looked at him in surprise, and smiled helplessly: "Why are you so serious? I know that my cultivation is not good, so I just commented casually. Today is the Jiuhua Entrance Competition. With his aptitude, although he has strengths, it is not enough. To be recruited as an inner disciple."

Qi Feng froze for a moment, then laughed too.

"Well," Qi Feng stretched out his hands to straighten Jiang Shuo's broken hair that fell by his ears, and said gently, "Master, have you read a lot of books in secret these days? Your comments are much more reasonable."

His movements were so natural and gentle, before Jiang Shuo had time to react, he gently pulled back the broken hair by his ears.The two looked at each other, and Qi Feng said again: "When the competition is over, I have to ask my wife to come to my yard."

Jiang Shuo asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Feng: "When my wife studied hard behind closed doors these two days, I practiced a few new dishes, and I would like you to try them."

Jiang Shuo was very surprised, and belatedly said, "All the dishes I ate before were..."

Just as Qi Feng was about to nod his head, a louder exclamation suddenly erupted on the field. Jiang Shuo was startled and turned his head to look.

Qifeng swallowed the unspoken words back into her throat, and her expression was momentarily unhappy.

In the competition arena, the young man in white who had been at a disadvantage seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. Instead of passively dodging, he seized an extremely dangerous opportunity, and with a coincidence and coincidence, he threw the long sword of the skinny monk straight away.

What flew out together with the long sword was dark red blood.

The skinny monk yelled, clutching his right hand and knelt down on the ground. Someone stepped forward to check, shook his head and sighed: "The tendon in my hand is broken."

The boy stood there with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he didn't know that his blow would break his opponent's tendons.

"That's all," said the person in charge of the competition, "Send it down for treatment, and the winner will declare himself."

Accidents are common in competitions, everyone watched just now, and this young man did not do any actions that did not comply with the regulations, it can only be said that he was playing tricks on others.

"What's your name?" The person who registered asked the boy in white.

Yin Sui stood crookedly: "I don't have a name."

The person who registered frowned: "Anonymous casual cultivator?"

Yin Sui said indifferently: "When I enter Jiuhua, I will ask Master to give me a name."

The person in charge of the registration was speechless, and murmured in his heart: "I dare to talk big in the first round, and I don't know in which round I will be brushed off."

"What are you thinking?" Yin Sui asked suddenly.

The man was startled, and took two steps back: "Why are you so close?"

"I asked you what you were thinking just now?" Yin Sui asked softly.

The distance between the two is less than one foot. The person who registered is a disciple of Jiuhua Outer Sect. His cultivation base is not high. I just feel that the young man in front of me is extremely oppressive. Although his appearance is innocent and pleasing, he somehow looks scary , Immediately said: "Nothing, I didn't think about anything."

Yin Sui smiled.

"Then trouble you, just give me a code name and register it on the register." He lazily said: "The name is not important, as long as you recognize my face, you will have to register a few times anyway."

Halfway through the competition, Jiang Shuo left the table and had lunch with Qi Feng.

The courtyard where Qifeng lives is more than twice as large as Jiang Shuo's Qutai. The beautiful maidservants shuttle back and forth, and the white pear trees are planted on both sides. As soon as you step in, there is a refreshing fragrance, which is extremely elegant and peaceful.

Qifeng cooks in person, and the lunch dishes are very rich, and they are all refreshing and delicious. Jiang Shuo was much happier and ate half a bowl of rice.

After the meal, the two took a walk in the pear forest, and then slowly returned to the former three peaks.

It was already night, and the competition site was lit with lanterns, and the disciples who kept the lights poured their spiritual power into it, illuminating the entire site as bright as day.

The crowd in front dispersed quite a bit, leaving only the winners after several rounds of competitions. Jiang Shuo listened carefully for a while and realized that it was the last round.

Jiuhua only recruits [-] disciples this year, and they need to be selected from the rest.

Jiang Shuo glanced over at the person who was registering his name, and soon saw a familiar figure.

The young man in white clothes was at the back, looking gloomy and absent-minded.Jiang Shuo looked at him for a while, and he suddenly raised his head as if feeling something.

Jiang Shuo didn't expect him to enter the final round. Seeing that the clothes on his body were not as neat and clean as they were during the day, and a piece of his cuff was cut off, and it was stained with dust and looked dirty, so he thought about it and said to Qi Feng: : "Order someone to fetch a set... No, fetch dozens of clean clothes and ask them if they need to change."

The group of monks who entered the final stage of the competition were all disheveled, covered in dust, no matter how bad they were, their robes were soaked in sweat. They were really uncomfortable. When they saw new clothes being brought up, they hurriedly surrounded them.

Yin Sui naturally also got a set.

He held the well-made robe, and slowly rubbed his fingertips over it. Jiuhua's things are all good things. Such a simple set of clothes is also soft, no worse than the clothes Yin Suiqiang snatched. .

The male monks next to him didn't shy away from it, and took off their robes and changed on the spot, and the female monks also hid behind the screen to change their clothes.Yin Sui was not in a hurry, he looked up at Jiang Shuo again.

Just now Jiang Shuo obviously only looked at himself.Yin Sui thought.

He thought about it for a while, and quickly understood the ingenious idea of ​​sending the clothes. He couldn't help but feel joyful and proud. He threw away the outer robe and put on a new one, and tied up his hair slowly, pretending to be careless. He walked a few steps closer to where Jiang Shuo was sitting, and raised his neck to look at the people on the platform.

Jiang Shuo didn't notice Yin Sui, he was looking to the side, his tone slightly surprised: "Why are you here?"

Wearing ordinary black clothes, Dong Yan walked around the elders of the halls and sat down in the first seat. Hearing this, he said coldly, "Come if you want."

I shouldn't have asked nonsense, Jiang Shuo thought.

Some of the disciples and monks under the viewing platform noticed Dong Yan's arrival, which caused a commotion.

Yin Sui also noticed that there was one more person on the stage, he turned his eyes away from Jiang Shuo, and stared at Dong Yan's indifferent face for a while.

The death he experienced not long ago seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. Yin Sui's breathing gradually became heavier and heavier. Dong Yan's world-famous Huaheng sword was placed on the table by him, and Yin Sui could even feel it. The piercing chill emanating from the body.

In her previous life, it was this sword that pierced her heart, slashed down sideways, crushed the spirit core, and then broke out of her body.

Yin Sui tightly clenched his hands hidden under the sleeves.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the side. It turned out that a female monk was stunned by Dong Yan, and accidentally stepped on a stone and almost fell down.

Yin Sui came back to his senses abruptly, lowering his eyelashes in a concealed manner.

……not the right time yet.

The current self is not enough to kill Dong Yan in his heyday.Maybe even lose a second life.

Yin Sui slowed down his breathing, trying to get rid of the hatred from his heart temporarily. There are too many people here, so he can't be noticed by too many people.

But how can the revenge of killing one's body be eliminated easily? As soon as Yin Sui closes his eyes, the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh will appear in his ears, as if he can still hear his own screams - that is his only defeat This time, Yin Sui himself did not think that Dong Yan could really kill himself.

He has cultivated the demon body to the ninth level, and he is just one step away from stepping into the big realm, becoming the No. 1 that has never been seen in ancient and modern times.

Just a little bit...

Yin Sui secretly swallowed the bloody smell aroused in his throat, looked up in the stands as if nothing had happened, and glanced at Jiang Shuo next to Dong Yan.

Dong Yan doesn't seem to like him as a Taoist companion very much, Yin Sui thought absently.

Although Jiang Shuo has always been the title of the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms, and his cultivation level is not high, he looks gentle and easy to handle, his beautiful autumn eyes are always foggy, and when he frowns slightly, the tails of the eyes are upturned, and a trace of Unknowingly charming.

Yin Sui felt that it was a pity, such a beauty, it would be boring to be a Taoist partner for a person like Dong Yan who doesn't understand the style.

If it's me...

Yin Sui intuitively felt that his thinking was not quite right, but he couldn't help but swayed in this direction.

Dong Yan killed himself, and he wanted revenge, so he wanted to rob his Taoist companion, making Dong Yan a laughing stock in the Three Realms, and killing him after enough humiliation, isn't that justified?

"Hey!" Suddenly someone shouted not far away: "Who is that, the last round has begun, what are you doing standing there?"

Yin Sui retracted the corners of his raised mouth, and looked at the person expressionlessly for a while, until he saw the other person's heart trembling, and then said: "Got it."

On the viewing platform, Qi Feng respectfully brewed tea for Dong Yan, hesitated for a moment, and asked aloud: "Master, come today, are you going to accept a new junior brother?"

Dong Yan was noncommittal, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Jiang Shuo was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, when Dong Yan suddenly said, "I've been worrying a lot these past two days."

Jiang Shuo: "?"

"Yin Sui has been removed." Dong Yan didn't look at anyone, he stared at the front indifferently, his light-colored pupils looked heavy, "I am always restless in my heart."

Jiang Shuo thought to himself, shouldn't he be uneasy? Yin Sui is dead, but not completely dead. He will make a comeback in just five years and kill everyone.

Dong Yan: "Although I have many disciples under my seat, there are very few who are worthy of great responsibility. Although Yin Sui is dead, there is no guarantee that such monsters will not appear again in the future."

Jiang Shuo listened to him quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable when Dong Yan used "monster" to describe Yin Sui.At the same time, he also glanced at Qifeng.

Standing by the side, Qi Feng couldn't help pursing her lips when she heard Dong Yan's words, "There are very few people who can take on great responsibilities".

The final round of competition has already begun on the competition platform not far away.

"I want to take in a really talented young disciple." Dong Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup in his hand. "If the monsters commit crimes again in the future, we will have the power to counteract them."

Jiang Shuo subconsciously said, "What about you?"

In Jiang Shuo's impression, the Dong Yan in the netizen's mouth is the absolutely perfect orthodox character in "Yu Tian Xia".

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuo suddenly frowned.

If Dong Yan had been in such a peak state, how could he be killed by Yin Sui so easily five years later?

Even failed to protect the sect, allowing Yin Sui to slaughter the entire Jiuhua by himself?

Dong Yan put the teacup back on the table.

"This deity can see his own destiny," Dong Yan said, he looked at Jiang Shuo quietly, and said calmly, "There will be a blood calamity in a few years, and this deity has no power to change."

Jiang Shuo: "..."

Is this the world of the strong?

Are you the one who actually read the original?

After Dong Yan said this sentence, he stopped talking. Jiang Shuo looked away from him, not only puzzled, but also felt a little familiar with Dong Yan's words just now.

A truly gifted young disciple...

Jiang Shuo's memory is very good, and it was all practiced by memorizing historical classics back then. Now, after thinking about it for a while, he remembered this short key plot.

Although Yin Sui wiped out Jiuhua five years later, he didn't actually kill all the people-the author also left him a big hidden danger.

Dongyan once took in an apprentice. This person was born with pure spiritual roots, no father, no mother, no sect, and a miserable life experience. What is rare is that he is pure and firm in heart, and he works hard. There is a hidden trend of surpassing the young Dongyan.

This disciple was not killed by Yin Sui five years later, but escaped from the secret path under the protection of the Jiuhua Quan Sect.

This is the last paragraph written in the synopsis of "Yu Tianxia". It is said that the author is serializing it to this place. According to the reasonable development of the plot, the next step is for the apprentice to bear the humiliation and seek revenge from Yin Sui a few years later, becoming another one. Strong cannon fodder.

Jiang Shuo bent his fingers and unconsciously tapped on the edge of the mahogany chair.

What is this person's name...

It's a pity that Jiang Shuo searched his memory and found that he had never seen the name of this apprentice. The feeling was that netizens scolded Yin Sui for working too hard, and he didn't remember the names of the supporting characters at all.

But maybe it's a hope.Jiang Shuo thought.

A hope that can reverse the disadvantages after five years and escape from Yin Sui's hands.

"Next pair."

The outer disciple who was in charge of recording by the competition platform raised his voice and shouted. Jiang Shuo was absent-minded. He didn't pay attention to who was standing on the stage, but suddenly he heard Qi Feng whisper: "This person is still there."

Jiang Shuo was startled for a moment, and then saw Yin Sui standing on the round platform.

Yin Sui had collected his emotions at this moment, his dark black eyes turned and met Jiang Shuo's gaze, and quickly bent, looking very innocent.

Yin Sui's opponent this time is a male monk with solid foundation skills, tall and tall, standing opposite him feels oppressive like a hill.

At the beginning of the sparring, Yin Sui was still careless. In his previous life, many people would come to his territory to harass him. Yin Sui felt that he might have killed more monks than the other party had seen in this life, so he never let him go. in the eyes.

However, in the middle of the fight, Yin Sui suddenly felt that he was faintly at a disadvantage.

The opponent's basic skills are solid, and his offensive and defensive abilities are very balanced. In other words, it is difficult for Yin Sui to hit his weaknesses with cleverness.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, Yin Sui's body's energy obviously couldn't keep up, and the rhythm was gradually controlled by the opponent.

——And what Yin Sui hated the most in his two lifetimes was being crushed by others.

On the viewing platform, Dong Yan said suddenly: "It's not right."

The male monk who was fighting against Yin Sui found a very favorable opportunity, hurriedly took the defensive position, chased forward with a few steps, cut half of Yin Sui's wide sleeve with a sword, and the nimble sword tip was about to reach Yin Sui's throat .

As long as the point of the sword is within three inches of the throat, he wins.

At this moment, the monk suddenly felt a chill in his stomach.

He lowered his head in disbelief, and saw that half of Yin Sui's palm had submerged into his dantian. With just a slight pinch, his embryonic spiritual core that had been cultivated for many years was about to be crushed.

The pain came slowly, but the monk's sword was still far away from Yin Sui. Yin Sui took his own life as bait indifferently, in order to directly crush the opponent's spiritual core.

Jiang Shuo's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help saying, "How could he..."

Yin Sui has already put half of his hand into the body of the person in front of him.

He could even feel the trembling and fear of the cultivator in front of him. Under his palm was the slightly hot spiritual core, and the pleasure of easily controlling the life and death of others rushed straight into his heart. Yin Sui's eyes flashed red, and he could hardly conceal his craving for it. blood excitement.

The next moment, he suddenly stopped.

The cultivator's sword trembled so much that he could hardly hold it. His years of basic accomplishments prevented him from missing this moment. He immediately swung the sword horizontally with all his strength, and slammed it on the shoulder of Yin Sui who had stopped for no reason, instantly killing him. It flew several feet away.

Yin Sui fell off the arena with a bang, his blood-stained body rolled several times on the ground, and stopped not far from Jiang Shuo's feet.

Surprised or suspicious discussions slowly sounded all around.

Jiang Shuo froze for a moment, he didn't actually see clearly what happened on the stage just now, all he knew was that the young man seemed to have stabbed his opponent in the stomach, and then the opponent sent him flying with a sword.

"Master." Qi Feng failed to grab Jiang Shuo's sleeve, and watched him jump off the viewing platform without any regard for his identity.

"Where is the injury?" Jiang Shuo walked up to Yin Sui in a few steps, and did not touch him rashly, but bent down and asked, "Can you still sit up?"

After a while, the young man who was lying on the ground moved, first raised his messy head, and found that it was Jiang Shuo, then smiled again, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Xianjun...can you help me?"

Jiang Shuo looked at his exposed eight white teeth, and his clean eyes that seemed defenseless.

"Xianjun," Yin Sui took a breath, covered his bleeding shoulder with difficulty with the other hand, and said, "I really hurt."

"Jiang Shuo." Dong Yan on the spectator platform suddenly opened his mouth. He sat on the top of the table and said, "Come back."

The discussions around had stopped at some point. Everyone realized that something was wrong, but they didn't understand what was strange, so they could only wait and see.

Qi Feng's expression changed slightly, and he quickly jumped off the stage to pull Jiang Shuo, with a low voice: "Master, there is something wrong with this person, you step back."

Jiang Shuo frowned, did not resist his pull, took two steps back, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Qi Feng was silent.

Jiang Shuo turned his gaze back to Yin Sui. The young man's white clothes were almost stained red with blood. The wound on his shoulder was visibly hideous. His whole body was covered in dust, but he still stubbornly looked up at him.

"Jiang Xianjun." Yin Sui called him again.

"I don't know what's wrong with him," Jiang Shuo looked away, and said to Qi Feng with lowered eyes, "but if Dong Yan has any ideas, please implement them as soon as possible, don't drag people here, he lost too much blood Will die, and the monks watching the battle will feel confused when they see it, and it will damage Jiuhua's reputation."

After saying this, Jiang Shuo simply went to see Dong Yan.

He knew Dong Yan could hear him.

Dong Yan did hear it, he was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Send the disciple with the injured spirit core down for treatment, come two people, and bring him to the Mo Lingshi."

This "he" naturally refers to Yin Sui, but even Qi Feng can't help showing a dazed face at this moment, not knowing that Dong Yan's move is acceptable.

Historically, only the last selected monks who have been identified as Jiuhua disciple candidates and who only need to pass the last spirit stone test need to go to the black spirit stone to test whether their spiritual roots are pure and flawless.

Two outer disciples came over, picked up Yin Sui who was dying on the ground, and strode towards the Mo Lingshi in the distance.

Jiang Shuo also followed them for a while, and then saw the two outer disciples stop in front of Mo Lingshi, one of them grabbed Yin Sui's hand, regardless of his dissatisfaction and struggling, he pressed his hand on the ground. on the surface of the black ink stone.

Thousands of people concentrated and held their breath, looking at the faint green boulder together.

The Mo Lingshi seemed to be shaken slightly, and the dark stone surface gradually revealed something strange. It was darker than the golden crow, and strands of it meandered out from the inside of the stone, and floated to the shallowest point, showing a dazzling light. Bright golden red.

"Pure Fire Spiritual Root." The knowledgeable man muttered to himself.

The elders of Jiuhua on the viewing platform were relieved, and soon became happy again.Yin Sui's performance is obvious to all, and he can definitely be included as one of the candidates to be selected. He also has an extremely pure fire root physique.

But what happened next moment no one expected.

The brilliant fiery red gold thread on the black ink stone only appeared for a short moment, and then it seemed to be entangled by some foreign object, and quickly dimmed from the inside to the outside. The golden red seemed to be dyed with thick ink. Most of those beautiful silk threads have been eroded, so dark that they are almost invisible.

The two outer disciples failed to hold Yin Sui who was struggling, and he threw his hands away.

Mo Lingshi's face surged like a cloud for a moment, and then returned to calm.

"Although the spiritual root is pure, the mind is not right." Dong Yan's cold voice spread: "Three points have already been possessed by the devil, if you turn back in time, there is still hope."

"Other,"

Yin Sui raised his eyes, stared at Dong Yan's face through the crowd, and heard the words that came out of his mouth.

"Jiuhua does not welcome monks who practice forbidden techniques, pray for the phoenix, and drive them out of the mountain gate." Dong Yan said.

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In his previous life, Su Rong was praised as being gentle and snow-like, with a peerless elegance, but because he accidentally offended the young emperor, he was tied up in the palace that night, waiting for the little tyrant to personally execute him.

Looking at the inner room where the red candles and mandarin ducks were pillowed, Su Rong picked up the wine glass in confusion.

—and then he was poisoned.

Opening her eyes after being reborn, Su Rong became a fragile beauty, and the little tyrant had grown into a great tyrant, moody and fierce like a Rakshasa.

Hearing that three years ago the emperor tried to get his beloved courtier to marry him, but instead forced him to hang himself in the palace, the tyrant went crazy.

All the ministers trembled, and the common people complained, Su Rong remembered his unlucky previous life, and was furious:

"Get out of the way, I'll kill him!"

He prepared a soft sword, poisoned wine and white silk, and rushed to the palace with a knife in the middle of the night.

Everyone was looking forward to it, but Su Rong never returned.

Just when everyone thought that he had been killed, Su Rong was bound by a white silk, and his clothes were torn with a soft sword. The tyrant who made the world feared bowed his head and sniffed gently at his neck, with a hoarse and low voice:

"Rongrong...you are back."