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A few days ago, snow began to fall on Zhongnan Mountain, and the snowflakes sprinkled on the sea made the Quanzhen Sect fall into a blanket of silver.

In a small forest on Zhongnan Mountain, there was a sound of conversation from time to time. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that several young Taoist priests were talking there. One of them is Zhao Zhijing, a disciple of Yuyangzi Zhenren Wang Chuyi.

Zhao Zhijing paced a few steps in place, then turned sharply and said to a Taoist priest behind him, "Senior brother, can you inquire clearly, when I was in the Quanzhen Sect martial arts competition this year, that sick man really didn't participate?"

The Taoist priest who was questioned by Zhao Zhijing nodded firmly and said, "Senior brother is sure that this news is absolutely true!"

Hearing his answer, the expression on Zhao Zhijing's face did not change. Although the Taoist priest who was questioned felt that the expression on Senior Brother Zhao's face was not much different from the past, he didn't know if it was his own delusion, he always felt that Senior Brother Zhao's eyes today revealed a faint anger. He subconsciously made eye contact with Senior Brother Zhao, and felt a chill for no reason.

Another Taoist priest who was about the same age as Zhao Zhijing smiled and bowed his hand to Zhao Zhijing: "Senior brother is here to take the first step to congratulate Senior Brother Zhao on his victory in the big competition, and the title of 'first' is not like a bag for Senior Brother Zhao." ”

Zhao Zhijing laughed angrily and reprimanded: "It's stupid!"

The Taoist priest who greeted Zhao Zhi was stunned by him.

Zhao Zhijing walked briskly in place and paced a few more times, he really didn't bother to explain to these people.

God knows where his Master Qiu was a good apprentice, and with just a set of ordinary Quanzhen True Heart Methods combined with the Quanzhen Sword Technique, he could win the first place in the annual sect competition!

It stands to reason that the name of the first disciple of the third generation of the Quanzhen Sect should fall on this person, but because of this person's poor health, Master Master and Master Qiu didn't want him to bother with mundane things, so they pressed the name of this first disciple on their heads.

Of course, he was very happy that he could become the first disciple, but he didn't want to get the name of the first disciple through this method! Don't think he doesn't know how many people have laughed at him behind his back!

He estimated his strength and the other party was in the middle of the match. Oh, that sick man is the baby bump of the real person in charge and Master Qiu, how dare others hurt him in the slightest! If he didn't care about the sword and his eyes, he might hurt the other party, and he would lose to this person every time.

This year, his martial arts have improved a lot, and he thinks to himself that he will be able to capture the opponent intact this year to boost his reputation. Who would have thought that the other party would not participate in the sect competition this year.

This is like punching himself hard in the cotton, so how can Zhao Zhijing not be angry.

Zhao Zhijing closed his eyes, calmed down a bit, and when he opened his eyes again, he said, "You all go back first, don't spread today's events." ”

"Senior brother, rest assured, senior brother will be tight-lipped!"

Zhao Zhijing said uneasily: "On weekdays, don't take the initiative to tease that person, he is not a good person." There is a lot of meaning in what I said.

These two Taoist priests listened like a cloud mountain fog cover, that person was recognized as a good way to get along with the whole True Sect, how could it be that it was completely different in Senior Brother Zhao's mouth.

"You guys go first, I'll practice the sword here alone for a while. Zhao Zhijing waved his hand and drove the two away.

……

There was the creak of feet stepping on the snow on the stone road, and a young Taoist priest who looked to be only about eighteen years old was walking slowly from the other side of the road with an oil-paper umbrella.

Qiao Heng calculated in his heart as he walked, that he had been on Zhongnan Mountain for a few years, and then realized that the eighteen-year appointment between Qiu Chuji and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan was approaching.

To be honest, Qiao Heng didn't have much expectation for competing with Guo Jing, or rather, he had no interest in any competition with the "protagonist".

Every time he tried to fight with such people, he had to once again deeply understand what it means to be loved by the world. In front of this kind of person, coincidence is no longer a coincidence, accident is no longer an accident, as long as it can be beneficial to them, no matter how small a probability of an event can happen to them, it is nothing more than the illegitimate child of Lady Luck.

God knows how many times he fell on this, how many times he was knocked on the head by the gate of fate. Little by little, he accumulated valuable experience, so that he would not be too wolf by fate, and it took an unknown amount of time for him to gradually learn to turn the tables.

Of course, this gambling fight between him and Guo Jing is not a big deal, even if he loses, it doesn't matter, but he is always easy to be reminded of some bad memories by this kind of thing.

Suddenly, there was a pause in his steps. He spoke, "Senior Brother Zhao." ”

Zhao Zhijing, who walked over from the path inserted from the oblique side, also stopped. "It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhikang. "I didn't expect to meet this person.

In other words, he still doesn't know what his junior brother's common surname is. When Zhangjiao Zhenren and Qiu Shibo introduced him, they only said that his single name was "Kang". When everyone called him, they only added another "Zhi" in front of his name according to his seniority, and directly called him "Zhikang".

The meaning of teaching real people and Qiu Shibo is really intriguing.

Zhao Zhijing pondered, his junior brother should indeed be from a rich and noble family as the rumors said, but whether the other party is a rich and noble child of the Song people or a rich and noble child of the Jin people is a matter of two words.

Zhao Zhijing guessed half right.

At the beginning, although Ma Yu supported Qiu Chuji to take Qiao Heng up the mountain, he never dared to let Qiao Heng walk in the Quanzhen Sect with the surname "Wanyan". Not to mention that he shouldn't have the surname Wanyan in the first place, just from the standpoint of the Quanzhen Sect, they can't accept the little prince of a golden man as a personal disciple.

Qiao Heng nodded to him and said, "If Senior Brother Zhao is fine, Senior Brother Rong will leave first." ”

Zhao Zhijing was silent for a while, but finally stopped him. He said, "Senior brother, please stay." ”

Qiao Heng stood still, his black and white eyes turned to Zhao Zhijing, "I don't know what senior brother has to say?"

Zhao Zhijing said: "I don't dare to talk about any advice in front of Senior Brother Zhikang, I just heard that Senior Brother is not going to participate in the sect competition this year, so I came to inquire about the truth of this matter." ”

Qiao Heng admitted: "This is indeed the case. ”

Zhao Zhijing showed a trace of regret on his face, and then asked, "Why is this?"

Qiao Heng explained: "The junior brother has not been home for many years, and the master thinks it is time for me to go home and have a look. ”

"I see, the senior brother won't pester the junior brother much, another day, let's talk to the junior brother for the sake of the brother!"

Qiao Heng said goodbye to Zhao Zhijing: "If he has a conversation with his senior brother in the future, he will definitely accompany him." ”

After separating from Zhao Zhijing, Qiao Heng still walked unhurriedly on the stone road that had not yet had time to clear the snow.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at Qiu Chuji's residence. He stood under the eaves and put away the umbrella, gently shook off the light snow on the umbrella surface, and stood the umbrella at the base of the wall.

He knocked on the door and said, "Master." ”

Qiu Chuji's reply immediately came from inside: "It's Kang'er, come in." ”

After Qiao Heng came in, Qiu Chuji asked him to find a wooden chair to sit down, and then said to himself: "You will go down the mountain tomorrow, there are still some things to deal with for the teacher and your junior brother, and I will go to you after a while." ”

Qiao Heng naturally guessed why Qiu Chuji was going down the mountain, but he didn't know and asked: "Master, but there is something to go down the mountain to deal with?" ”

Qiu Chu looked at him steadily, as if sighing, and said, "Naturally, there is a place for you, this matter ...... You have to do it. ”

Qiao Heng's eyes showed just the right amount of curiosity. "What's the matter?"

Qiu Chuji did not answer for a long time. After a long time, he suddenly said in a loud voice: "Go and talk to your master, so that he can know that you are going down the mountain tomorrow." ”

Seeing that Qiu Chuji didn't plan to say anything more, Qiao Heng had no choice but to reply: "The disciple obeys." ”

He stood up and came to the door, and saw that there were still snowflakes fluttering outside the house, he raised his hand, and a crystal clear snowflake fell into his palm, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only a drop of water.

Qiu Chuji in the house raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Heng, just when he saw the disciple raising his hand to catch the snow, he said helplessly: "Sure enough, it's still a child." ”

……

After seeing Qiu Chuji, Qiao Heng went to meet Ma Yu, the head teacher.

When he came to the apse of Chongyang Palace, Ma Yu saw him and said very casually and affectionately: "It's just in time, I'm about to send someone to find you." It's cold outside, you sit down to warm up, and the water in the teapot is also hot, so you can pour it yourself if you want to drink it. ”

Qiao Heng: "I don't know what the master commands?" At first, he only called Ma Yu the real person and the master, but later the relationship between the two became closer, and he directly called Ma Yu the master uncle.

Ma Yu didn't answer his words first, but asked, "Are you going down the mountain these days?"

"The disciple will come down tomorrow. Then, with some doubt, he asked, "How does the master know?"

Ma Yu still didn't answer positively, but just said, "I guess so." ”

Ma Yu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did your master tell you anything?"

Qiao Heng thought for a while and replied honestly: "Master only said that I should go home to visit my relatives first, and he and Senior Brother Yin would go down the mountain one step later and then go to find me." ”

It seems that Senior Brother Qiu still hasn't said his life experience. Ma Yu looked at him, when this nephew entered the Quanzhen Sect, he was not as tall as his shoulders, as if he was working in the blink of an eye, but now he has grown into a tall and tall appearance.

"Your master, he ......" Ma Yu only spit out four words, and he didn't know how to continue at all.

He thought about it carefully, and finally made up his mind, saying, "When you return to the Quanzhen Sect, Uncle Shi and I will be the master to teach you Chongyang Zhenren's "Innate Gong". ”

When he returned to the Quanzhen Sect again, he must have already known his origins. If he insists on confessing the thief as his father, I believe that he will not return to the True Religion. If he draws a clear line with Wanyan Honglie and returns to the Quanzhen Sect, he will give him the "Innate Gong".

Thinking of this, Ma Yu couldn't help but sigh bitterly. How could he, the nephew, understand the deep meaning of his words now.

I only hope that he, a nephew, will not be confused for a while and do something that he regrets.