"Little Zhuge " Zhu Cong is already a talented person, and his theological attainments are the first among the "young" generation of the Seven Star Pavilion, and his heart is naturally extremely high.

When others saw that he had achieved a proud record of 48 wins and 9 losses in the process of fighting with Chu Qiuyang, they were all amazed.

As everyone knows, every time he is defeated, he will hide alone in the thatched house and grit his teeth, hold on to the wall and slap himself hard, which shows his strong self-esteem.

Chu Qiuyang is the first person in the young generation of theology in the Lingxiao Holy Land, and he is also a head and face among the seven holy lands, and Zhu Cong finds it unbearable to lose to such a powerful opponent, not to mention Zhong Wen, a young man who seems to have a somewhat abnormal brain.

If he couldn't save face, how could he continue to stay in this Wendao Palace, let alone capture Ning Jiefang's heart.

In a hurry, he suddenly spoke: "Little brother, have you already learned this spiritual skill?"

The implication is obviously to accuse Zhong Wen of cheating.

"I've never heard of this psychic skill. Zhong Wen shook his head and denied.

"No matter what kind of combat genius he is, if he learns a gold-grade spiritual technique from scratch, it will be difficult for him to reach such a level of perfection without more than ten days of hard work. Zhu Cong clenched his grip, "Little brother, you are young, no matter how amazing your theological attainments are, if you say that you can master this leg method in two moments, please forgive Zhu for not believing it." ”

"Do you mean that you don't admit it when you lose?" Zhong Wen didn't expect that the well-known scholars in the Holy Land would actually cheat, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

It's not that Zhu doesn't want to admit it, it's just that this matter is too unbelievable. Zhu Cong shook his head and said, "If you can't compete again, it's really hard to convince you." ”

"This little brother, you just blindly chatted and drank tea, and did not study the classics much, but this leg method makes you extremely skillful. Senior Brother Qi on the side interjected, "Don't say Brother Zhu, even if we are bystanders, we will inevitably have doubts, since you won with your true talent and learning, what does it matter if you compete again?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

"If you don't dare, the right one is probably cheating. ”

"One more game, one more game!"

Among the people who eat melons, there are bursts of echoing voices, and the people of the Holy Land Gate look lively, and they are the same as the uncles and aunts on the street.

"Okay, then I'll play with you again. Zhong Wen sighed and said helplessly, "It won't take much effort anyway." ”

The implication is that Zhu Cong is not in his eyes at all.

"That's exactly how it should be. Zhu Cong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw him fighting, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face.

Back on the fourth floor of the library building, Zhu Cong no longer dared to hold it up, rummaged back and forth along several bookshelves for a long time, and finally carefully took out a copy of "Breaking the Evil Sword Technique", and without waiting for Zhong Wen to choose, he ran upstairs to study it, and his demeanor and demeanor were very different from before.

He also thought carefully about choosing this spiritual skill, knowing that compared with fist and foot kung fu, his comprehension ability of swordsmanship was slightly better.

Zhong Wen still looked careless, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly pointed to Senior Brother Qi who had just interjected: "This old brother, since you all suspect me of cheating, it is better for you to choose the classics for me." ”

Senior Brother Qi was stunned, but he didn't refuse, he came straight to a bookshelf, took out a book of spiritual skills, and handed it to Zhong Wen, with the four big characters of "Ruyi Fingering" written on the cover.

When Ran Sujuan saw it, Xiumei frowned slightly, and said with some regret: "It turned out to be a fingering technique, and it is not easy to fight against swordsmanship." ”

In his words, he seemed to be more inclined to the Zhong Wen he brought.

"Thank you, brother!" Zhong Wen smiled and took the spiritual art book, returned to the upstairs to sit down again, and continued to drink tea and eat cakes.

This time, he no longer complained about the taste of dim sum, and flipped through the spiritual arts books with his right hand at will, with a mysterious smile on his face: "Sister Ran, Miss Xiaolan, if you are idle, you are idle, let me tell you a story." ”

"Okay!" Without waiting for Ran Sujuan to answer, Xiaolan had already hurriedly agreed.

Looking at this lively and hearty girl, Zhong Wen's mind suddenly appeared with the fluttering shadow of Zheng Yueting's green shirt, and his mood was inexplicably better.

"You're still in the middle of the fight, what kind of story are you telling!" Ran Sujuan couldn't help but glared at him, "If you lose this time, others will definitely think that you won a strange victory last time, so don't be careless." ”

"Don't worry, just his piece of material, let him have two hands and two feet, don't even think about winning me. Zhong Wen pursed his lips nonchalantly.

"Let him have two hands and two feet, what else are you going to try?" Xiaolan was amused by him and laughed.

Zhong Wen showed a wicked smile on his face, but did not answer, and changed the topic: "My story is called 'Daughter of the Sea', and it is said that there was a mermaid princess in the past...... She was deeply attracted to the handsome prince...... Ask an alchemist to turn himself into a human ......"

Since he drew the "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales", he hasn't had time to tell it to Little Lori, and at this time, he was bored and had a whim, so he chose one of the famous chapters and adapted it into an otherworldly version, planning to use Ran Sujuan and the others to try the effect.

At the beginning, Xiaolan also interjected to ask questions such as "What is a mermaid", and as the plot developed, the second daughter gradually stopped making a sound, and was actually fascinated and completely intoxicated.

Several people from the Holy Land Gate next to him saw him competing, still chatting with the beautiful woman absentmindedly, quite angry, two nosy people, about to come up to reprimand a few words, but unexpectedly approached, attracted by his tone of voice and frustration, listened to a few words a little, and also entered the pit, stopped one after another, and honestly became an audience.

Gradually, there were more and more people around Zhong Wen's Holy Land Gate, one by one, holding their breath, and not taking a breath, and a few of them even brought stools and tea from the next table, drinking and listening, very pleasant.

"The prince still loves the girl who saved him in his heart, and he doesn't know that it is the little mermaid......" Zhong Wenzheng was about to speak, and suddenly heard Senior Brother Qi in the distance say loudly: "The time has come!"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to try. Zhong Wen smiled and stood up.

"Ah, don't go!" Several voices came from all directions, including the two beauties Ran Sujuan and Xiaolan, as well as the Holy Land Gate people......

Zhong Wen looked at the second daughter with a nervous face in some surprise, and secretly said that fairy tales can actually be eaten in the other world, and if he goes to be a storyteller in the future, he is afraid that he can have one more material.

"You... You go first!" Ran Sujuan realized that something was wrong, her pretty face flushed, and she said softly, "Be careful." ”

"Little brother, please advise!"

When he came to the central open space and stood still, Zhu Cong's long sword shook with a "swish", pulled two sword flowers, and then pointed at Zhong Wen, as if he couldn't wait.

"Please!" Zhong Wen waved his hand lazily, and with that indifferent expression, he almost came up with a song "It doesn't matter".

Zhu Cong's long sword shook, and with the sound of breaking the sky, he slashed down at Zhong Wen's right shoulder.

As he said, if he wants to practice a gold-grade spiritual technique from scratch, even if he is a top genius, it is extremely difficult to achieve it without ten days and half a month, and his divine attainments and cultivation talents have reached the top ranks, but in these two short moments, he can only roughly comprehend the first eight styles of the "Evil Breaking Sword Technique".

Even so, the sword moves were unleashed in his hands, vibrating and majestic, and they already had a bit of the essence of the "Evil Breaking Sword Technique".

Zhong Wen stood quietly in place, and when the long sword was close to his shoulder, he suddenly stretched out his right index finger and lightly touched it, hitting the sword body, and the finger force vibrate, easily bounced the sword that Zhu Cong swung away.

"It's really 'Ruyi Fingering'!" said a person from the Holy Land Gate who was still listening to his story, "He was able to perform this method just by flipping through the books a few times?"

"Could it be something else to confuse the public?" asked one of the people next to him.

It's really that Zhong Wen is too young, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a master of theology, this time the cheats were selected by Senior Brother Qi, this person can't say anything, he can only maliciously speculate about the spiritual skills that Zhong Wen is currently exerting, not "Ruyi fingering".

"No way, it's really 'wishful fingering'. The previous man was honest, and shook his head again and again to deny, "I have spent a lot of effort on this spiritual skill, and I will never admit my mistake!"

"Bell~Bell~"

On the field, Zhu Cong had already used the first eight styles of swordsmanship, and every time the long sword approached Zhong Wen, he would flick it away with a finger of his hand.

This gold-grade fingering was displayed in Zhong Wen's hands, and he was free to do whatever he wanted, and he really lived up to the name of "Ruyi".

Zhu Cong saw that the swordsmanship that he had studied for two moments had not been completed, and he couldn't help but be secretly anxious in his heart, and his already unskilled sword moves suddenly revealed flaws.

"Medium!"

Zhong Wen snorted softly, stretched out his right hand, and his index finger skillfully flicked on the hilt of Zhu Cong's sword, the angle was extremely tricky, Zhu Cong was not very good, the long sword in his hand couldn't hold it, and flew straight out, "poof" on the ground, and fell far on the ground of the five-story building.

Taking advantage of Zhu Cong's momentary hesitation, Zhong Wen pointed out again, and his fingertips stopped firmly in front of Zhu Cong's throat: "Agreed." ”

In a young man who was less than twenty years old, he lost two games in a row, Zhu Cong's face was blue for a while, purple for a while, and he no longer had the arrogant momentum when facing Chu Qiuyang, he gasped, his face was cloudy, and he was about to admit it completely, but he was unwilling, and he stood for a long time before he spit out a sentence in a hoarse voice: "Another game!"

"Don't you even look for an excuse this time?" Zhong Wen smiled, "In vain, you are called 'Little Zhuge 'in vain, and you can't even think of a reason to cheat, how can you have half of Zhuge Kongming's demeanor?"

"Who is Zhuge Kongming?" Zhu Cong was stunned when he heard this, and said inexplicably.

Zhong Wen: "......"

He suddenly remembered that there didn't seem to be "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in this world.

"Then why are you called 'Little Zhuge '?" he couldn't help but be curious.

"Naturally, it is because of Mr. Zhuge Qingjiang, the first theological literature master in the world. Zhu Cong blurted out, "Zhu has some attainments in theology, and he has been loved by everyone in the pavilion and given the title of 'Little Zhuge ', hoping that one day, he will be able to reach the height of Mr. Zhuge . ”

I'm in another world!

Zhong Wen sighed with emotion in his heart, and suddenly said: "If you want to compete again, it's okay, it's just that it's not more than three, if you still can't win, please leave the Wendao School Palace obediently, don't pester Sister Ning anymore." ”

Zhu Cong hesitated for a moment, and his eyes finally regained firmness: "A word is a certainty!"

He was really unwilling to leave with his tail between his legs, and his eyes rolled as if he had made some kind of determination.

At this time, a beautiful white figure appeared at the main entrance of the bottom floor of the library building.

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