Exorcism

The five levels of white, black, red, green, and yellow represent the extent to which the wielder of the stick has tapped into his or her own potential. Meng Yuanhou had not affixed this kind of talisman to the stick before. He had his own reason: it was too early for the disciples to find out their own strength. People who perform poorly are likely to lose confidence, simply give up on the competition at the end of the month, and stop practicing hard.

Marquis Meng Yuan's judgment was particularly accurate when it came to Xin Youtao. The prince always thought that he could exert not only 80% or 90% of his strength, but 110% or 120%. But what disappointed him was that he swung three sticks with all his strength, The stick only turned into an impure black color, which meant that he had used more than 20% to less than 40% of his potential.

The good side is that Xin Youtao discovered that his potential is quite deep, but the bad side is that he can only tap a small part of it.

"How could this happen?" Xin Youtao was extremely shocked, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

"It's my turn." Xiaoqiu gave Xin Youtao a reminder, and then struck with a stick. The stick quickly changed from white to black, blending with the last darkness of the morning. After pausing at this stage, it immediately turned red. When the stick is close to the opponent, part of it already appears green.

"I give up." He was usually okay, but now that he had an intuitive judgment standard, Xin Youtao had no fighting spirit, so he threw down the stick and shrank his neck in surrender.

The opponent was too weak, and Xiaoqiu failed to perform as well as he should, so he had to withdraw his stick and step aside to watch others compete.

Many people are like Xin Youtao, who underestimate their physical potential but overestimate their own efforts, thinking that they have used all their strength. As a result, the stick only reaches black, and some people even stay at white. After stopping, the color will not fade for a while. They can only hold it in their hands in shame and wait for the criticism from Tujiao.

Among the five levels of white, black, red, green, and yellow, less than half of the people's sticks turned red. More than twenty people had different shades of green. No one reached yellow, not even the five Taoist disciples.

Xiaoqiu was delighted to see that the young people in Yelin Town were all working hard. Some of the sticks in the hands of even the worst ones were red, Fangfang and Shen Hao were dark red, and Erliang Shen Xiuwei even used his potential to be green, which was better than Xiaoqiu's. Qiu was even more pure, which made him smile from ear to ear.

The Pei family siblings from Furong Mountain are also outstanding. Xiao Qingtao is usually timid and timid, but this time he turned the stick into light red. If he hadn't inexplicably backed down at the last moment, the color would have been darker.

The sticks of the five Taoist disciples are all bright red. Shen Geng has nothing extraordinary, and his opponent is too weak.

After the first round of martial arts competition, Meng Yuanhou shook his head, "Poor, too bad, there is nothing worse than this. Some of you should stay here for a few more months. I hope that after breakfast, your strength will be better." A little bigger."

He selected fifty children to participate in the second round of competition. He seemed very reluctant to select the last few children, "Oh, there is only such a small piece of faint red. It would be nice if it could be as red as your face."

Some people lamented Tujiao's criticism, while others didn't care. Instead, they were more relaxed because they didn't make it to the second round, and they argued passionately about who would be the final winner.

Shen Geng and Xiao Qiu are still the most promising, and many people believe that if these two meet, they will unleash more potential.

At the dinner table, Xiaoqiu relayed the secret revealed by Xin Youtao - Shen Geng wanted to "come for real" in today's competition.

"What does this mean? Aren't we all 'serious'? No one is hiding their strength on purpose?" Xiao Qingtao said, then thinking of her own retreat at the last moment, she was very upset.

"It's another lie made up by Xin Youtao." Erliang Shen Xiuwei immediately came to the conclusion,

"I saw Brother Xiaoqiu asking Xin Youtao to do three moves. This time he can't ask for the dagger anymore. Look, he's here. Hey, it's strange..."

It was a little late for them to realize the strangeness. Many people had already stared at Shen Geng's table, whispering to each other.

Xin Youtao had a premonition that his poor performance would be criticized by his partners, but Shen Geng's behavior still surprised him - his seat was gone, and sitting there was another child who performed well in the competition that just ended. excellent.

Xin Youtao didn't know why he still walked over, but his steps were uncontrollable, and his face still showed a habitual smile, "Fellow Taoist Shen Geng, I just talked with Meng Dujiao, and he admitted that Pang Shan is not interested in Fu Lu. Very good at it, but may make mistakes..."

Shen Geng ate quietly, and his younger brother Shen Ji raised his head and said, "Please Taoist friend Xin, please eat somewhere else. We are not the same people, and there will be no chance to go together in the future."

Xin Youtao's smile froze. He had been reminded a long time ago that if he performed poorly in the competition, he would be kicked out of the circle, but he always felt that his treatment should be different because he was a prince and because he had given generously these days. The gifts are no less generous than those of the most generous official buyers in Xijie City.

But he still lost his position just like ordinary people. How much he hated the status of ordinary people.

Xin Youtao's stiff smile changed slightly, and he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Whatever, I don't care, as long as you..."

Shen Ji lowered his head to eat, and no one at this table paid attention to the prince of Xijie King who was standing beside him.

Xin Youtao walked towards the village woman who delivered the meal. He remembered what Mu Xingqiu did more than half a month ago and felt that he could still save his face. However, he overestimated his ability to bear it. Before he reached the place, his will had already collapsed. Suddenly he ran out of the dining room and didn't show up again throughout the morning.

"He's so pitiful." Xiao Qingtao said sympathetically, trying to keep her voice as low as possible, not daring to be heard by the people at the table next to her.

So far, Xin Youtao has never made sincere friends, so no one really feels sorry for him, let alone feels wronged for him.

Xiaoqiu even felt that the whole thing was full of irony. Xin Youtao talked a lot about the profound principles of making friends. It was both a game and a battle. However, in the end, he himself was ridiculously simple in doing things. Could it be that he had never thought about it, and even struggled to eat? How could a simple Taoist disciple fall in love with the clothes, gold and silver he presented?

Shortly after the meal, the second round of competition began. All the children except Xin Youtao came to the courtyard. The fifty contestants stood in groups, and the other children stood under the eaves as spectators.

Xiaoqiu took the initiative to walk towards Shen Geng, hoping to "come to the truth" as soon as possible, but was stopped by Meng Yuanhou on the way. Dujiao pushed him to the opposite side of Shen Ji without giving any explanation.

"Stronger opponents can often bring out more potential. You have all passed the first round. Now it's time to work harder. If anyone performs worse than before breakfast -" Meng Yuanhou said with a sharp look. Scanning half a circle, "I will let him carry a stick to participate in the initiation ceremony."

The onlookers laughed, and the fifty contestants looked serious and began to accumulate strength secretly. No one wanted to be embarrassed when they officially entered the competition, as they would be laughed at for the rest of their lives.

"start!"

The children shouted at each other, Xiaoqiu did the same, her voice was louder than the others. Opposite him, Shen Ji stood still, with his lips tightly closed, the stick in his hand swinging lightly, white and black flashed by, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into deep red.

Xiaoqiu's stick has also entered the red stage.

The two sticks met and they were evenly matched. Shen Ji was indeed much stronger than Xin Youtao. Xiaoqiu even felt his palms numb. His fighting spirit was rising. He still yelled and hit his opponent with sticks like raindrops.

Meng Yuanhou walked among the teenagers, and the stick often brushed against the corner of his clothes. He kept shaking his head and sighing, and he was reluctant to praise anyone's stick skills. "If you practice for a few more months... you should Learn more skills instead of just fighting like a monkey - fight hard! If you don't have skills, you have to be stronger than others in fighting spirit!"

The teenagers have all learned a set of stick techniques, and have also figured out some skills through daily comparisons, but these are not worth mentioning in the eyes of Dujiao.

The competition ended one after another, and Marquis Meng Yuan expelled those who performed poorly into the crowd of onlookers, leaving only the disciple whose stick turned red, regardless of whether the disciple won the fight.

A quarter of an hour later, there was only one pair of contestants left on the field - Xiao Qiu and Shen Ji.

The sticks of the two of them had turned emerald green at this time, and they each received a few blows, but neither of them had any intention of admitting defeat. Instead, the beatings became more intense. Xiaoqiu stopped shouting, gritted his teeth and stared, and Shen Ji also lost it. The elegance and indifference of a Taoist disciple, with bright red cheeks and splitting eyes.

Meng Yuanhou was finally willing to nod, "Look, this is what I want, to not admit defeat and to move forward bravely. Do you think this is only useful for fighting? The path of cultivation goes against the will of heaven. Without this energy, how can we go further?" Far?"

The children muttered, focusing entirely on the two contestants. They felt that not only were they very powerful, they were basically enemies.

Shen Ji had a swelling on his forehead, Xiaoqiu was hit on the stomach with a stick and almost fell down. The two of them worked so hard that the end of the stick even showed a faint yellow color. wnh. m

"Be more cruel." Meng Yuanhou kept circling the two children, "You still have some strength left, use all your strength."

Xiaoqiu's stick turned completely light yellow, and the onlookers cheered in unison. Xiaoqiu was the first person to do this. Before, even Shen Geng only had half of his stick showing a faint yellow color.

Shen Ji's stick did not change, and his eyes began to show a hint of panic. He was used to seeing magicians with immortal styles, but he had never seen Xiao Qiu's ruthlessness.

Meng Yuanhou appeared between the two in an instant and separated them easily. "It's over. You two have passed the test. Let's rest for a while and continue in the afternoon."

Half an hour later, Xiaoqiu applied the miraculous healing medicine. Her body was as good as ever, and she could happily exchange experiences with her friends.

During lunch, Shen Geng did something that surprised everyone: Shen Ji stood behind him with a bruised nose and swollen face. He was neither treated for his injuries nor allowed to sit down to eat.

He was being punished by his brother for showing his defeat in the final moments of a joust.

"Didn't Shen Ji pass the test? Shen Geng's requirements are too high." Even Erliang Shen Xiuwei felt that Shen Geng was too harsh. In fact, the color of Shen Ji's stick was no worse than that of his brother.

There was only the sound of chewing food in the entire dining room, and Erliang was almost whispering.

Xiaoqiu didn't say anything. The Taoist disciples' strict requirements for him left a deep impression on him? He began to believe that Shen Geng was indeed "serious" today.

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