The breeze shakes the bamboo leaves and hooks the clouds

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[gl Baihe] "The Breeze Shakes the Bamboo Leaves and Hooks the Clouds" Author: Frost Snow Chuji【End】

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He plunged into the great cause of revenge and was dragged out by his little tail, unable to be serious.

The background of the world is partial to the real novice village, which is mostly private.

Content tags: qiángqiáng special liking immortal chivalrous cultivation oriental fantasy

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Chapter 1 Martial Arts Tournament

"Second Senior Sister, there are still three quarters of an hour until the competition starts," someone whispered outside the door, "there is no news about Junior Martial Uncle and Junior Martial Sister."

Qin Qing, who was sitting at the table frowning and reading the letter, was taken aback for a moment, accepted the letter, and said calmly: "Send someone to wait in front of the village, and report back as soon as there is news."

The person outside the door said yes, and retreated silently.

Qin Qing knocked on the table with his index finger, thinking in his heart: The master has just accepted a young martial arts prodigy, and he wants to take her to see the world through this righteous martial arts competition, so he sent a letter three days ago saying so, logically speaking Since it was time to arrive yesterday, could it be that something happened on the way?

Qin Qing took out a gooseneck-like slender porcelain bottle from his sleeve, tipped it lightly on a stack of letters, and the transparent liquid the size of a grain of rice fell on the letters, and the letters were scorched black and curled as if baked by charcoal, shrinking into small pieces. Small group.

There was a knock on the door, and Qingyue's boy's voice sounded: "Second Senior Sister, Second Senior Sister, the conference is about to begin!"

Qin Qing casually collected the black ball formed by the letter, got up and opened the door, and said helplessly, "You are so impatient, are you ready?"

The young boy, who was about sixteen or seventeen, raised his head and giggled, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Master told me to play as I please regardless of my ranking. With Second Senior Sister here, I don't need to fight for the limelight."

Qin Qing smiled and didn't say much: "Let's go."

The two walked through the promenade, and greeted each sect and faction along the way.The third junior brother has entered the 25th Qiang, and needs to stay outside. After a few words of instructions, Qin Qing led the group of junior brothers and sisters who were waiting here to set foot on the Fululou Inn to watch the battle.

This inn is the site of the always proud Fu Lu Tower, built in a circular shape, with nine floors of hollow towers built around the huge arena.The bottom floor in the middle is a circular arena with a radius of less than ten inches. On the surface of the arena is written an upright and majestic Wu character, with awe-inspiring meaning rushing towards the face.

Qin Qing came here on behalf of Shangyi Sect, one of the Nine Sects of the Righteous Way, and led a group of juniors and juniors. Although his seniority was not higher than the elders of other sects, he still occupied the ninth highest position.After going upstairs, Qin Qing greeted his elders respectfully, and only stayed for a while longer at Linglong Building, which had close contact with Shangyimen.

Linglong Building has always only accepted women with good bones. The rules in the building are extremely strict. It is rumored that there are nine hundred and nine rules in the building. The friendship is very sincere.

The participant of Linglong Building this time is the third elder, Fairy Lan Kong, with a pair of watery autumn eyes revealed by a thin veil, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated by it.

Fairy Lan Kong's voice was as soft as moonlight and flowing water: "Shangyimen's way is to follow one's heart, but Yaozhu is more and more like a member of our school."

Qin Qing started to learn it when he was young, and later he was bestowed with the word shake bamboo by his master.Fairy Lan Kong and her master are both music idiots, and they often get together in their free time. It can be regarded as half watching Qin Qing grow up, and also seeing Qin Qing becoming more and more cautious and observant day by day.

Qin Qing lowered his eyes, resisting the inquiring sights from various sects, and said with a chuckle: "Master has long told me that if I behave badly, I will be kicked out of the house. When such a day comes, Yaozhu can use the fairy's words as a talisman Immediately pay homage to Linglong downstairs."

All the fairies in Linglong Tower frowned, and the juniors and younger sisters behind Qin Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fairy Lan Kong joked: "I still believe your master's words to scare your third junior brother. I can't tell you. Who knows that you are the most well-behaved and sensible in Shangyimen. Waiting for you to come into the building I'm afraid it depends on the fate of the next life."

People in Linglong Tower dare not intervene in the conversation of the elders, Shangyimen is not so scrupulous, and when they meet Fairy Lan Kong who is gentle and easy to talk, one junior sister said with a smile: "That's right, who doesn't know that our second senior sister has always been prudent?" Reliable, even when the master retreats, he entrusts the second senior sister to take charge of it."

Fairy Lan Kong chatted a few more words, and asked Qin Qing and his party to return to their seats.

Qin Qing led the people to sit down.There are 25 or [-] people on this trip, and [-] out of [-] entered the [-]th competition. Among them, the third junior brother from the same sect as Qin Qing was promoted to [-]th, and the other three or four came to follow and learn. They are young and have lost their composure. Running on the side of the railing and looking down, the few people who were eliminated sat around Qin Qing and listened to his shortcomings in the last competition.

A junior junior asked curiously: "I wonder when the second senior sister will play?"

The top five of the last martial arts competition did not need to fight one ring after another, and only waited for the final appearance to participate in the competition. Qin Qing was the third last time. For Shang Yi, the most idle of the nine sects, it was a good deal that he hadn't gotten for a long time. Achievement.Shangyi Sect only seeks to cultivate one's heart and follow one's heart, and does not have high requirements for cultivation base. When recruiting disciples, they don't look at the bones, but only at the eyes. The eyes are extremely harsh, and they rarely accept disciples. Over time, the number of Shangyi Sect is so small that they are like third-rate students. The number of apprentices of the sect is about the same, and it is not known how they occupy the seat of the nine sects.Even the 25 quotas for the freshman martial arts competition are not available, unlike other big sects who fight for a quota.

"Randomly," Qin Qing said, "the 25 players in this competition and the five players in the previous game have their own number cards, and two people are randomly drawn."

The time has come, and someone in charge jumped down from the third floor to start the show.Qin Qing glanced at it casually, and then said: "I will leave when I read my number, you wait here and don't walk around casually."

Everyone giggled and agreed, and cast their eyes on the ring in the middle.

The man in the middle of the inn gave a brief introduction, then asked the person with the highest cultivation level on the ninth floor to give two numbers, read aloud the school he was in, who was his teacher and his name, and gave up the ring.

Qin Qing's younger brothers and sisters looked down with great interest and exchanged ideas from time to time.Qin Qing kept his composure, and glanced at the hustle and bustle of disciples and attendants on the first floor opposite, and saw one of the short boys leaning on the railing in great anticipation, waving hand gestures excitedly.Qin Qing closed his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and picked up the celadon teacup, lifted the lid of the cup and brushed the tea foam on it.

"Second Senior Sister, Second Senior Sister!" A younger junior brother Deng Deng Deng jumped back to Qin Qing's side, "Let's see who will win?"

Qin Qing glanced slightly, and said: "The Taoist friend on the left is brave and powerful, but his foot is weak and unstable. The fairy on the right has a light body, and there is still room for maneuvering. The fairy wins only depends on timing."

After hearing Qin Qing's words, the group of juniors and brothers went back to look again, and this time they saw some tricks, and shouted: "Really, really." "Look, the fairy is dodging again!"

In less than two quarters, fellow daoist became more and more irritable due to being unable to attack for a long time, and his lower body swayed.

A younger junior sister said: "Sure enough! Presumably the uncle and the others are too lazy to go out every time because they are bored because they can tell the winner at a glance like the second senior sister?"

Qin Qing couldn't help laughing, and only lightly said to a group of disciples who were leaning forward and backward with laughter: "Watch the game."

Afterwards, there were several contests that went up to the point quickly or slowly, and a junior junior suddenly thought: "Second senior sister, didn't you say that the junior uncle has recruited a new junior sister and wants to come over? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Qin Qing put the teacup on the small table beside him, and said, "Probably something happened on the way that delayed me, and I didn't have time to report it. It's okay."

While talking, there was another new scene below, but one of the people who was called to the stage did not show up for a long time, which had already caused a small commotion.

The host frowned and shouted the sect and surname represented by the number again, but still no one answered, so he winked at the third floor, where a red-rimmed big drum stood out, and there were men standing beside it. Using the thick and muscular arms to use the drumstick, he beat it intermittently five times.

The host announced loudly: "Wu Sheng has passed - this person ----"