People are in the carving of the gods, and they get the Nine Suns Magic Art at the beginning

Yang Guo performed lightness kung fu and dashed down Zhongnan Mountain, none of the disciples noticed his presence along the way, just like this, he walked into a deep forest without knowing it, and after walking a few steps, he saw the man standing beside him. A stone tablet that says "Outsiders stop".

With a thought in his mind, he was already a few feet away without exerting any force on his feet, but soon he stopped in place, stopped for a long time in thought, then turned around and went back to Chongyang Palace.

Chapter 16

The word fate is also called fate!

What is far is fate, what is near is cause, it is an invisible connection between people; it is an inevitable opportunity and possibility of encounter; it is caused by many coincidences, many mistakes, many sudden, some accidental , some inevitable components.

It is also like what the world says, "The word fate is beyond words."

Although Yang Guo's temperament is no longer comparable to that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, it is undeniable that he is still full of fantasies about Xiaolongnv. , the infinite longing for her, and the deep admiration for her when she was Yang Guo.

He came to this stele several times, but never had the courage to step over it, because he was afraid that some of his unnecessary actions would make this hard-won fate more confusing and elusive.

Thinking of all the hardships and setbacks the two of them experienced in the original book, the only thing Yang Guo can do is to leave this fateful encounter at the very beginning of fate. It seems that only in this way can he grasp the future with peace of mind Not easy fate.

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Summer ends and autumn arrives, autumn goes and winter comes, and several months pass in a blink of an eye.

After Yang Guo's warning that day, Zhao Zhijing no longer dared to be perfunctory to him, but he did not teach his formulas in person, but brought in some martial arts methods from Quanzhen Sect, including some Taoist scriptures for him to recite by himself. , never taught Yang Guo martial arts moves.

And Yang Guo didn't care at all, just locked himself in the room every day to read the books sent by Zhao Zhijing.

Blink of an eye to the twelfth lunar month.

According to the Quanzhen sect's rules handed down from Wang Chongyang, every year three days before New Year's Eve, the disciples of the sect will compete in martial arts, and examine everyone's progress in the past year.

Seeing that the time for the martial arts competition is approaching, all the disciples practiced martial arts more and more day and night.

But Yang Guo, who worked hard on weekdays, actually relaxed during this period of time.

On weekdays when he had nothing to do, he would go to the square in front of the main hall to watch the disciples practice martial arts. He could see them for a whole day. Although he felt that their moves were ordinary and lacked subtlety, compared with the mental formulas he had learned, he was surprised. Being able to roughly deduce the remaining few subtle moves made him secretly happy.

Sure enough, knowledge is power, I have the ability to never forget, what I know and learn, I don't have to stick to the world's worldly theories about martial arts, and if I add in the little non-phase kung fu, it's simply... Yang Guo was excited, for a long time Difficult to calm down.

With this proof, he is even more willing to watch people practice swords!

On this day, the twelfth lunar month looked at the sun, Quanzhen sect disciples were having a small competition in the martial arts field.

Quanzhen Sect was founded by Wang Chongyang, who is the founder of the teaching. The seven disciples of Quanzhen sect are the second-generation disciples, Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, Li Zhichang and others are the third-generation disciples; Lu Qingdu, Yang Guo and others are the fourth-generation disciples.

The apprentices and grandchildren of the Quanzhen Seven Masters compete separately, and they are called small contests.

Today, Zhao Zhijing will preside over the small competition, and when the three generations of disciples compete, the Quanzhen Seven will appear to preside over the overall situation.

I saw four generations of disciples compete with each other in the arena, or perform boxing, or use swords and guns, or use concealed weapons, or show off internal strength. The winners and losers are judged by Zhao Zhijing.

Yang Guo lowered his head to meditate, but he could keenly sense that Zhao Zhijing was looking at him from time to time, and he was amused, it seemed that after waiting for so long, the other party's fox tail was finally going to show!

Sure enough, after four generations of disciples compared seven or eight games, Zhao Zhijing said loudly, "Yang Guo, come out!"

Yang Guo slowly walked out from the last position, slightly bowed his hands to Zhao Zhijing, at this moment he didn't even call his master anymore!

Zhao Zhijing's face darkened, and he felt very unhappy.

"It's been half a year since you started, and you have worked hard to pass on your martial arts to the teacher. Today is a good time for you to show off your skills. Go up and ask your brothers for advice!"

Zhao Zhijing suppressed the anger in his heart and shouted loudly.

Looking at the wooden sword that Lu Qingdu handed over, Yang Guo looked around the field, and saw many disciples were happy, and they seemed eager to try to bully him.

After all, everyone wants to show off in front of the teacher, but everyone's strength is almost the same, it is really difficult to decide the winner, but Yang Guo is different, he is a disciple of the fourth generation, and he has only been a beginner for half a year. No matter how profound it is, it is undoubtedly the best candidate to win.

How could Yang Guo not be able to guess their thoughts, but with his current state, how could he compete with a group of young disciples who had just started, so he immediately turned his attention to Lu Qingdu who was handing the sword.

"Since Brother Lu is here, please teach me a few tricks!"

Standing with a sword in hand, Yang Guo's thirteen or fourteen-year-old stature is not tall and straight, but he has an outstanding temperament, which always gives people a sense of aloofness.

Lu Qingdu didn't know that Yang Guo possessed martial arts, thinking that for the past six months his master only taught him to read and memorize formulas, but did not teach him martial arts, a trace of contempt arose in his heart.

The boy pretends to be decent, let's see how your Daoist teaches you today!

Lu Qingdu sneered on his chubby face and said: "Junior Brother Yang is really proud, since you have already spoken, I will teach you a few tricks!"

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing stood up from his seat and stared at Lu Qingdu for a long time without saying a word.

Cui Zhifang was also the host, but Zhao Zhijing was ten years older than him, and he was the main one in the competition. Seeing his strange expression now, he couldn't help asking: "Senior Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Zhijing calmed down and sat down, and said calmly, "It's okay!"

Li Zhichang, who was at the side, said: "Perhaps Senior Brother Zhao saw two disciples under his sect fighting together, and felt that Senior Nephew Lu was a bit bullying the younger!"

When the other three generations of disciples heard the words, they all laughed in agreement.

Zhao Zhijing smiled without saying a word, but kept his eyes fixed on the square between Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu.

Lu Qingdu took a wooden sword and stabbed straight at Yang Guo, and when he reached the door, he shouted: "Junior brother, be careful!"

Yang Guo's expression remained unchanged, he slowly took a step back, and easily dodged Lu Qingdu's sharp sword, and immediately thrust out a sword at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and hit the Shenmen acupoint on his right hand .

The scene in front of Lu Qingdu's eyes was still on Yang Guo avoiding his moves, when suddenly his wrist hurt, and the wooden sword came out straight out of his hand.

Yang Guo took advantage of the situation and raised his kick, kicking his two hundred kilograms body like a rubber ball and rolling it out.

Seeing this, some young disciples in the audience couldn't help laughing.

Even some older Quanzhen disciples couldn't help laughing.

Lu Qingdu got up from the ground in embarrassment, hearing the ridicule of the crowd, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes were full of shame and indignation, and there was a bit of hatred in his eyes staring at Yang Guo.

"Yang Guo, I deliberately gave in and reminded you, but you attacked me unexpectedly, do you still see me as a senior brother?"

Chapter 17

Lu Qingdu's words made the scene quiet, and some disciples with weak skills and poor eyesight heard the words, and then remembered that Lu Qingdu deliberately reminded the other party before making a move, but Yang Guo just said a word without saying a word. He kicked and flew out, in this way, Yang Guo was indeed being unkind!

Yang Guo said coldly: "If you want to fight, you can fight, why bother talking nonsense!"

"you……"

Lu Qingdu was choked by Yang Guo, feeling very angry.

Glancing at the long sword falling in the distance, he blushed and said, "You are holding a weapon in your hand, do you want me to fight you with bare hands?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience immediately booed, everyone felt that his words were a bit embarrassing!

Lu Qingdu got started earlier, ten years in total, but Yang Guo only got started for half a year, and he is also six or seven years younger than him, so he cares about every detail, even if he wins afterwards, he might lose face.

However, Lu Qingdu is not a fool, although he doesn't know how Yang Guo can dodge his fast sword, but the strength of his kick is not bad, he has great confidence in his weight, how dare he underestimate the opponent.

Losing face is a small thing, if he loses to Yang Guo again, then he will really lose face!

Although Yang Guo's experience has deviated from the original book, and Lu Qingdu did not beat and scold him for impermanence like Zhao Zhijing did, but he usually bullied others and sneered at him, but he had to teach him a lesson.

Yang Guo picked up Lu Qingdu's wooden sword and dropped it back into his hand, with incomparable precision.

When everyone saw this, they were all shocked, and some disciples of the third generation who had seen through the door couldn't help showing admiration, and looked in Zhao Zhijing's direction frequently.

He thought to himself that only Zhao Zhijing, as a master, could teach him the method of internal energy movement.

However, Zhao Zhijing was not in the mood to pay attention to these details at the moment, and he was very nervous and grasped the handrail tightly, as if he was about to strike violently at any moment.

"Qingdu, oh Qingdu, don't blame your teacher, if you want to get rid of this little evil, you must be sacrificed today!"

I saw the field.

After a moment of bluntness, Lu Qingdu raised his sword again to attack Yang Guo, this time he learned how to be smart, he used all his strength in one strike, and used the Quanzhen sword technique "Slanting Wind and Drizzle Rain", the point of the sword counted Although the power is not as powerful as that of a long sword piercing straight in, it is superior in that the sword moves are quick and changeable. Moreover, if there is no deep internal energy to protect the body, even a light stab, how can the body be able to block the sharp blade? .

Although Lu Qingdu is using a wooden sword now, if he stabs him, there will be a burst of pain.

Yang Guo has already made him look ugly, now is the time to take revenge!

I saw him holding the wooden sword, driving straight in, the rain-like momentum of the sword was nothing in front of him, and he stabbed the opponent's chest first, the true energy was condensed on the wooden sword, as Yang Guo's arm shook, there was a bang With a sound, the long sword in Lu Qingdu's hand immediately exploded into sawdust flying all over the sky.

Lu Qingdu suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he flew upside down, fell to the ground and coughed up blood.

"Well, you Yang Guo, you have made such a heavy hand in the same school, do you still have me as a master in your eyes, do you still have the Quanzhen sect!"

Seeing that Lu Qingdu was injured by Yang Guo, Zhao Zhijing's eyes suddenly shot two bright lights, he suppressed the joy in his heart, pretended to be righteous and shouted angrily.

He originally arranged for another disciple to deliberately get hurt and lose to Yang Guo in the competition, and then he jumped out to attack him, who would have thought that Yang Guo would choose Lu Qingdu to challenge, so he had no choice but to follow suit.

Even if Lu Qingdu narrowly loses to Yang Guo, he will arrange another person to compete with him, and Yang Guo will always be ruined today.

Before Cui Zhifang and Yin Zhiping could react, Zhao Zhijing flew onto the stage to check on Lu Qingdu's injuries.

"Master...Master...Father..."

In a daze, Lu Qingdu watched Zhao Zhijing appear in front of him, and when he was about to sue Yang Guo, he saw the other party put his hand on his back, and then an external force invaded his body, his mind was shocked, and his whole body His eyes widened, and he looked incredulously at the master whom he respected and feared in front of him. He opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood uncontrollably. , die with peace!

"Qing Du! Qing Du!!!"

Cui Zhifang and the others were about to get up, when they heard Zhao Zhijing's mournful cry, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Zhijing stood up, glared at Yang Guo, and said, "You bastard, you... actually killed your senior brother!"

As soon as these words came out, Cui Zhifang and the others became restless!

Several of the three generations of disciples rushed to the stage to check on Lu Qingdu's situation, seeing that his eyes were wide open, his pupils were loose, and he was no longer breathing, they couldn't help becoming angry.

Between the same sect, how could they strike so hard and beat someone to death!

Cui Zhifang immediately asked: "Yang Guo, where did you learn the evil martial arts? Lu Qingdu is your fellow martial brother. How dare you beat him to death?"

Yang Guo glanced at Zhao Zhijing, saw that his face was flushed red, his expression was agitated, even though he hid it well, the gleam of happiness in his eyes from time to time betrayed his current state of mind.

"How can I beat him to death? You can imagine who was the first person to run to Lu Qingdu's side!"

Zhao Zhijing was startled when he heard the words, and without giving Yang Guo a chance to confuse the public, he retreated immediately and said, "You bastard, can you say that I killed my apprentice? I think you really went crazy after practicing kung fu , It's just full of nonsense!"

"Junior Brothers, let us first capture this rebellious little beast and hand it over to the head teacher for punishment!"

With his own strength, he will naturally not be Yang Guo's opponent, but now dozens of third-generation disciples are besieging him, unless Yang Guo also has Guo Jing's astonishing martial arts, otherwise he will definitely not want to escape from the Chongyang Palace.

As long as the opponent is caught, he still has no way to put him to death?

What committing suicide in fear of crime, becoming obsessed with madness, dying from the heart...

As long as it falls into Zhao Zhijing's hands, Yang Guo will never have a way out!

Looking at the disciples of the third generation who were about to surround him, Yang Guo slowly dissipated the condensed zhenqi in his hands, lifted his feet, performed lightness kung fu, and fled towards the Quanzhen sect as if riding the wind against the void. The speed was so fast that even Yin Zhiping and Cui Zhifang teamed up and did not touch his clothes.

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment, and then said with gloomy eyes: "Junior brother Li, please report this matter to the uncles in charge of the teachers. I will take the rest of the juniors to continue chasing the traitor Yang Guo!"

Yin Zhiping frowned slightly and said, "Senior brother Zhao, the truth is unknown at this moment, and he rashly called Yang Guo a traitor of the Quanzhen Sect, is it..."

"What? Killing fellow disciples and escaping from the Quanzhen sect, isn't that considered a traitor? Brother Yin, don't be so naive!"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly, and immediately led Cui Zhifang and others to chase in the direction Yang Guo left.

Chapter 18

In the important place of Zhongnan Mountain, in front of the stone monument where outsiders stop.

Yang Guo grabbed a handful of dirt and grass leaves on the ground and smeared it all over his body. After dressing himself up in a mess, he stepped on the path to the ancient tomb with excitement.

Along the way, he thought about giving a good lesson to the stinky Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect, especially Zhao Zhijing. Woolen cloth?

That kind-hearted Granny Sun is not a fool, knowing that she possesses extremely high martial arts, would she kindly take her in?

Thinking of this, Yang Guo had no choice but to flee without a fight, and came to the ancient tomb pretending to be down and out.

Passing through a forest, Yang Guo saw two huge stone gates erected among the rocks. Next to the stone gates were two stone buildings, which had accumulated dust for a long time and the ground was full of fallen leaves.

Yang Guo took a deep breath, then yelled "ah" with his clumsy acting skills, and lay down outside the ancient tomb door, pretending to be unconscious.

Not long after, the stone door was slowly opened, and a slow footstep sounded, approaching Yang Guo.

"Hey, why did this kid run up the mountain? Could it be a little Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect?"

"...It doesn't look like a Taoist priest, but it seems to have escaped."

As a gentle and kind voice sounded beside his ears, Yang Guo knew who it was, and an unexplainable feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

But he still didn't dare to make the slightest movement until Grandma Sun picked him up and brought him into the tomb of the living dead.

It didn't take long for him to feel that he was being laid flat on a soft bed, and then someone brought warm water and gently wiped the stains on his face. He was extremely considerate and meticulous.

Yang Guo was greatly moved in his heart, and suddenly felt a little shaken in his persistence.