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The Leisurely City of Single-player Travelers Volume 2: Ranch Inn and Jin Yong¡¯s Heroes 245 Comparison of Mind

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    In the past three days, except for carrying firewood back, he basically spent the whole day alone in the back mountain, crazily improving his cultivation.

    He has a feeling that good fortune has come his way. If he doesn¡¯t have enough water, Jade Bee will replenish it!  In just half a day, he passed the seven or eight bottles of jade honey jelly given by Grandma Sun through his digestive tract. His luck seemed to have suddenly improved. As soon as he finished using it, Grandma Sun came to see him in the back mountain and brought him some food.  He digested it so quickly, so he went back to get pulp to replenish it for him

    In just one day, Fang Xian broke through countless realms, leaving only the last three levels of Quanzhen's top mental skills. He must have no certain foundation and will never be able to pass, otherwise he will be like Chongyang.

    Bottles of jade honey jelly were poured down, and Granny Sun would accompany him to fight from time to time, exclaiming repeatedly, saying that he was a more outstanding martial arts wizard than Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying.

    With numerous improvements and the ancient tomb elixir, the injury on his foot has basically healed, and he feels at ease when he has something in his stomach.

    That morning, Fang Xian woke up and knew it was time to teach those guys a lesson.

    He intended to play tricks on those losers, so he turned around and returned the three basic mental techniques to Yin Zhiping secretly. Yin Zhiping only said that he had memorized it by rote, and did not ask any questions. He only asked not to let others know.

    After noon, the Quanzhen disciples gathered in front of the main hall and lined up one by one according to their seniority.

    The second generation Taoist priests of the Quanzhen sect, the seven Quanzhen sons, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, Sun Buer and Liu Chuxuan, were seated in front of the hall according to their age.

    The third generation of "Zhi" disciples, headed by Zhao Zhijing, followed by Yin Zhiping, sat in two rows around the Quanzhen Seventh Disciple.

    The fourth-generation "Qing" generation disciples stood upright around the competition platform. Lu Qingdu and others were at the front. Yang Guo got started late and stood almost at the last position, only refusing to turn and not looking at others.

    Ma Yu coughed and channeled his internal energy, and his voice was filled with emotion: "Since the founding of the sect by the founder Wang Chongyang, I, Quanzhen, have gone through dozens of years, during which there have been countless hardships, and finally created the glory of today, with prosperous incense and numerous talents.  ¡­¡±

    After saying the polite words, it was Qiu Chuji's turn to shake things up.

    The old Taoist stood up neatly and shouted directly: "Now that the world is in chaos, I, the disciples of Quanzhen, must not only cultivate their minds and nature, but also strengthen their bodies and practice martial arts to protect our foundation in the Central Plains! As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Every year we compete  , we all want to see who works harder and who is more diligent this year, so that we can teach students in accordance with their aptitude and not delay everyone¡¯s future!¡±

    Qiu Chuji's words were more straightforward, and he deeply touched the hearts of all the disciples. Their blood surged for a moment, and they vowed to show off their skills in front of the elders and gain the attention of the Taoist priest. Of course, the elixir and the husband were what they wanted most.

    Qiu Chuji didn¡¯t say much. He immediately divided them into groups according to the chess game and announced the two disciples to come up.

    The fat Taoist priest Lu Qingdu was the first group to compete, and his opponent was Zhao Qingle, who had a shit-faced face.

    "Junior brother! I accept the concession!" Lu Qingdu looked so heroic.

    Zhao Qingle¡¯s performance was also very good. Although he was small and weak, he remained unmoved: ¡°Brother, please!!!¡±

    The two started fighting, and it was beautiful. Their swordsmanship and routines were flawless, but Zhao Qingle was always able to slow down by half a point, and Lu Qingdu pushed him harder and harder.

    Lu Qingdu is calm and gentle, while suppressing and at the same time focusing on the shortcomings of Zhao Qingle's swordsmanship, he is full of various styles.

    Seeing that the time was right, Zhao Zhijing also approached Qiu Chuji and said, "Master, this Lu Qingdu has been with me for several years. Both his character and martial arts are top-notch among the younger generation and he is worthy of cultivation."

    Qiu Chuji just waved his hand and said dissatisfiedly: "The words are too artificial, maybe it's too much of a performance?"

    "Zhao Zhijing was shocked and said repeatedly: "Master's lesson is that I will investigate again But even if it is a performance, it is not easy to reach this level."

    "No, the movements are deadlocked and the moves are rigid. They are just repeating routines. I don't think they have any qualifications." Qiu Chuji is such an expert, so he can naturally see it clearly.

    "Yes, that's what Master taught me." Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and stepped back, not feeling too disappointed. Qiu Chuji had always been strict. In addition to praising Yang Guo that night, he had also praised any of his disciples.

    Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing looked around at Yang Guo in the corner. The boy was leaning on his back and looking around.

    Zhao Zhijing just smiled¡ªtoday, I will destroy all your auras and return you to the appearance of that little boy.

    In Umbrella Realm, whoever Zhao Zhijing wants to praise will become famous, and whoever he wants to suppress will die!

    Yin Zhiping beside him was calm and praised: "Senior Brother Zhao, Lu Qingdu has made great progress, and he has decided on the first one this year!"

    Zhao Zhijing didn¡¯t take it seriously. This junior disciple was always so kind, and he hid it deeper than anyone else. He immediatelyRejection: "Haha, junior brother, you've received the award. Who knows that you put all your efforts into cultivating your disciples and never show it off."

    "No, no, all my disciples are useless" Yin Zhiping's words are true. All his good disciples have been snatched away by Zhao Zhijing. His subordinates are all dandies who come through connections and cannot be cultivated.

    For some reason, a thought flashed through his mind, what would happen if Yang Guo was under his control

    But then he shook his head and decided not to touch the hot potato. He asked, "I wonder if Yang Guo has made any progress recently?"

    "He?!" Zhao Zhijing only smiled, "This disciple is unruly and unruly. He is not honest in memorizing some introductory classics. He has no temperament to practice martial arts at all."

    Yin Zhiping¡¯s heart tightened when he heard this, but he was relieved immediately.

    Zhao Zhijing obviously hasn¡¯t taught Yang Guo his inner skills yet. He is afraid that if Yang Guo shows his kung fu, his elders will investigate him.  But then I thought about it, it had only been three days and Mao couldn't practice anymore, so I stopped worrying.

    As Lu Qingdu knocked the long sword out of Shipanlian¡¯s hand, the outcome of the first contest was decided.

    "Brother Lu's swordsmanship is superb, Qingle is ashamed of himself, I admire him!" Zhao Qingle performed well, panting and sweating profusely, his face full of admiration and excitement.

    Lu Qingdu smiled and raised his face: "Junior brother, I'm serious. Let's learn from each other and make progress together. Today, I also learned a lot from my sword skills. I give in!!!"

    What a loving love scene between brothers and sisters.

    After that, there were seven or eight groups of chess games, which were much more enjoyable than the "Deer Shit Battle". They were all real swords and guns, and a few moves would determine the outcome.

    "Is this a martial arts competition?" Qiu Chuji praised, "There's so much nonsense."

    After the ninth group's game was over, Qiu Chuji, who was watching the game in a lively manner, quickly announced the two people from the tenth group to come up: "Yuan Qingfang, Yang Guo."

    Yuan Qingfang is naturally Lu Duqing¡¯s think tank. This grouping was specially arranged by him. After all, he was still a little unclear about Yang Guo¡¯s details. In this first game, he tested the waters first.

    If you win, you will be in the limelight. If you lose, you will find out Yang Guo's reality and make contributions to Lu Qingdu.

    However, Fang Xian just took a step forward lamely and called out to Qiu Chuji: "Priest Qiu, my foot is sprained."

    Seeing Yang Guo's cynical look, Qiu Chuji immediately felt a little dissatisfied and shouted: "It's such a coincidence that you have some good luck in Qing Gong. How could you twist your foot so easily?"

    "Yes, who twisted it?" Fang Xian scratched his head and sighed.

    Qiu Chuji snorted and made a joke in such a big scene. After all, this kid is too arrogant and should be taught a lesson.

    "Even if your foot is sprained, you still have to fight. When a man is alive, you have to lose even if you lose. Come up!"

    Fang Xian had no choice but to nod his head and walk up slowly.

    "Hmph, I pretended to be a good person, but my hard work was put in the wrong place." Qiu Chuji looked at his steps and sighed silently. It must be that this kid is not very good at martial arts and wants to find a reason for losing in the competition.

    "Yuan Qingfang!" Qiu Chuji said now, "No matter whether Yang Guo is injured or not, you should go all out and not disgrace the teacher's name."

    "That's what the Taoist taught you!" Yuan Qingfang felt happy and relaxed now.

    When Fang Xian walked slowly and leisurely to the field, the competition was announced to begin.

    Yuan Qingfang acted cautiously and did not rush over immediately. He only waited and watched from a distance.

    Fang Xian walked to the field, closed his eyes silently, and began to chant something in his mouth. He was full of energy, and his voice became louder and louder.

    "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named"

    Everyone was stunned, why was this kid memorizing the Tao Te Ching?

    But he saw that Yang Guo was only thinking about carrying the words on his back, speaking faster and faster without any stuttering, and was so skillful that it was intimidating.

    Zhao Zhijing immediately understood what this kid meant. Is He Qiang complaining about his own education method? He immediately clenched his fists with unspeakable resentment.

    Ma Yu listened to him reciting it, but it was not bad at all. He just smiled and said: "No matter how good Yang Guo's skills are, he has memorized this sutra well enough. Among the younger generation, I am afraid no one can be better than him."

    Although Qiu Chuji was shocked when he heard this, his dissatisfaction was even greater.

    He and Zhao Zhijing had the same view. Obviously, Yang Guo was dissatisfied with his education methods and slapped himself in public with practical actions. He was unable to defend himself Yuan Qingfang looked sideways and saw the dissatisfaction of Zhao Zhijing and Qiu Chuji, and immediately stopped delaying and charged at him with his sword.  The longer Yang Guo thought about it, the more Zhao Zhijing lost face and had to end it as soon as possible.

    With this sword strike, Fang Xian was seen using the crutch as a fulcrum to flip over and fall back to his original position without any injuries.  The sutra in his mouth did not stop at all.

    Yuan Qingfang felt like being fooled, and immediatelyIt's a horizontal chop.

    Fang Xian closed his eyes, leaned over slightly and easily avoided it. He had already memorized half of the Tao Te Ching, but there was still no flaw at all.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yuan Qingfang was attacking with every move, while Fang Xian closed his eyes, and could easily resolve it by hearing the sound of the wind, from the beginning to the end the crutch did not leave the ground, and his breath was even.

    Everyone in the audience was shocked.

    ?????????? Whether it¡¯s the scriptures he memorizes or the body skills he performs, they are all so light and calm, both calm and elegant. It¡¯s really hard to understand where Yang Guo¡¯s fortune came from.

    What the experts saw was even more real. The Quanzhen Seven Masters looked at each other and didn't know why. Yang Guo's evasive movements were extremely natural, with no trace of Quanzhen Kung Fu. They seemed to be doing it casually, without any routine.

    The most important thing is that ordinary people would have to be at least a little out of breath to dodge like this, but Yang Guo was able to recite the German De Sutra smoothly and steadily!

    And over there, Zhao Qingfang tried his best to reach Yang Guo but couldn't reach him. He tried several times to cut directly at the fulcrum of the crutch, but was knocked back by an internal force and couldn't shake the crutch.  Naturally, he didn't believe that Yang Guo had extraordinary inner strength. He only thought that the crutch was an incredible weapon.

    "Yang Guoare you going to hit me" Zhao Qingfang asked, panting and wiping sweat.

    After Fang Xian finished memorizing, he slowly opened his eyes: "Brother, I am using Taoism to influence you. We martial arts practitioners must first cultivate their character before practicing martial arts. Let's compare our character. Who has a better mentality?  win."

    "Yang Guo!!!" Qiu Chuji's face turned red. He couldn't tell that he was scolding himself. He immediately stood up and yelled, "Are you deliberately going against me?!" (To be continued!~!

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