Devil Seeds

Jiupan Mountain is not a famous mountain or river.

The mountain is not high enough, nor strange enough, nor dangerous enough.

Only the main peak stands straight and stacked on top of each other, like nine stone plates stacked together, so this mountain is called Jiupan Mountain.

At this time, on the huge stone plate on the top floor, a ring had already been set up, and tables and chairs were placed around it.

On the raised sail, the names of various sects, sects and families are written. When people come, they can sit according to their respective directions.

Of course... not all sects and families can occupy a territory.

That would have to have a reputation in the Jianghu, to be famous, and someone would buy it if it was said.

"Master, our Qiqiong faction doesn't even have a seat, why are you here to participate in this martial arts tournament?" Along the ridge as thin as a blade, a young-looking apprentice asked the master among the crowd crowding up to the top of the mountain.

Master looks older, and seems to be an honest person at first glance, but his eyes are too flexible, revealing his true nature.

"Apprentice, you are a rare martial arts prodigy who only meets in a millennium. In just three months, you have practiced all the unique skills of our Qi Qiong sect to the peak. This time, if you work hard, you may marry your master a wife. The number of people sent is weak, you are still young, Master can’t embarrass you, this kind of pressure can only be borne by your master and me.” In the sudden mountain wind, the master grabbed the small flag that he made temporarily.

This is also the practice of many unknown sects to make a name for themselves.

As long as he showed his face through the martial arts conference, turned around and returned to his hometown, he could also recruit disciples and receive offerings from rich households in the locality.

Even if there is no fame, as long as you have been here, you can still boast when you go back.

All in all, the big man has the pursuit of the big man, and the little man has the carnival of the little man.

A martial arts tournament has different purposes.

In the interlaced parallel time and space, the stories unfolding are completely different.

"Master! Have you ever thought that it's not that my talent is good, but that our Qiqiong faction's martial arts are too poor. After three months of learning, we have almost learned everything, and there is nothing to continue practicing?" He was very kind to his master, holding the two steamed buns left over from yesterday in his arms, so as not to accidentally roll down the mountain and waste food, but he seemed to be more pragmatic than his own master.

"Fart! Our Qi Qiong sect is also an ancient sect with a history of thousands of years. Qi Qiong's unique learning may not look amazing, but it actually contains the highest martial arts principles. If you think it is simple, it is because you are not experienced enough, and you still can't see through the hidden truth behind it. The true meaning of it." The master spoke nonsense and forcibly held back his respect.

The two masters and apprentices were noisy all the way, so they followed the crowd to the top of Jiupan Mountain.

The good positions are all occupied by the big sects.

The famous seniors in the Jianghu, or the scattered people in the Jianghu also have good sects and follow them to squeeze together.

Only those unknown pawns who came to make up the numbers were driven to the corner, and they had to be careful not to slip and fall off the cliff, and they had to try to stand higher to see the ring as much as possible.

"Master! Master! Come here quickly, I found a good position. Not only is my vision clear, but also the surrounding area is transparent, and the position is also higher..." Qi Qiong's apprentice shouted to his master.

When the excited master followed his apprentice to the place, he was immediately annoyed: "Are you illiterate? This is a latrine! Do you want me to squat on the top of the latrine with you to participate in the martial arts conference?"

The apprentice didn't care and said: "Others are looking for fame, we are looking for benefits. Later, we will see how real martial arts masters compete, and some will brag about it when we go back. Otherwise, when we go back to our hometown, the director of the village next door asks what we have seen, you Did you tell him that the abbot of Dalin Temple punched the head of Wudang in the face with Wang Baquan, causing two dark circles under his eyes?"

"It's outrageous to say it!"

"It also makes sense...you are young, you climb up the pillars in the women's room, and go to the men's room for the teacher." The master pondered for three seconds, and agreed with his disciple.

"Master, we will do light work." The disciple whispered.

"The lightness kung fu of our Qiqiong sect is a secret that is not passed on. We will save it for the competition later on. What if we use it now and people will find out the flaws?"

"Listen to the master! Climb up." The master said.

The master and apprentice climbed up to the roof of the thatched roof.

Although there is often a mountain breeze under my body, there is a burst of 'fragrance' coming.

But the view is much better.

The figures on the arena could also be seen clearly, and the voices were finally synchronized with the words echoing on the top of the mountain.

"Thank you all for coming. Today, I wish to represent Bai Xiaosheng to preside over this martial arts competition." A middle-aged man standing on the ring was speaking with all his energy.

"Master! Isn't Bai Xiaosheng coming?" the apprentice asked the master.

The master replied: "I don't know! Bai Xiaosheng has been famous for a hundred years and never shows up. It is said that Bai Xiaosheng is not a person, but a group of people, a mysterious organization. Of course he can't show up at this time. Yuan Zhu who is showing up now is Jiang Hu The number one benevolent person. He has a lot of money and is willing to do good. Many people in the Jianghu go to him when they are poor, so although his martial arts are average, he has a great reputation in the Jianghu."

"Then master... let's join him too!" the apprentice said without ambition.

"That won't work! There are too many people in Yuan Zhu's Jupeng Village. If we go, everyone in the world will know that we are so poor that we can't afford food. Who will look down on us in the future?"

"Aren't we desperate? You hid three taels of silver under your feet, don't you know that you are a teacher?" The master refused decisively.

During the gap between the master-student dialogue, Yuan Zhu's seemingly meaningful but ineffective speech also came to an end.

With a gong.

A young man said in a low voice: "Please invite Liu Gaoren, the master of Dian Cang, and Bai Hezi, the master of Qingsong Temple!"

Boom boom boom...!

The drums followed.

Two figures flew up from below the ring at the same time.

Then he landed on the ring gracefully.

Suddenly there was a burst of applause from below.

In an instant, the compulsion of the entire martial arts tournament went crazy, reduced to the level of a street performer, crushing boulders on his chest.

The apprentice took out half a steamed bun from his bosom and handed it to his master, who was mercilessly rejected by the master.

Looking at the delicious little apprentice he was eating, the master couldn't help asking: "It's so smelly, how can you still eat it so delicious?"

"Just smell stinky tofu!" the apprentice said freely.

The master was stunned: "It makes sense... I'll give you a piece too for the teacher!"

The two masters and apprentices began to eat cold steamed buns with the 'scent' of the hut under their bodies.

"Master, who do you think will win?" the apprentice asked.

The master said casually: "It must be Bai Hezi! Although the Diancang Sect is rich and powerful, Liu Gaoren has long neglected to practice martial arts. It is rumored that he is very close to the government and has a heart for fame and fortune. But Bai Hezi has been closed for decades. Hard training, swordsmanship and true energy should be quite good, if you can't guess thirty rounds as a teacher, Liu Gaoren will be defeated."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Hezi was kicked off the ring by Liu Gaoren.

And Liu Gaoren, who looked slick, was holding a sword and cupping his hands at his comrades in the audience.

The eighth day of five consecutive challenges!

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