At lunch, Yang Guo pretended to be careless and said, "Master, tell me in advance the next time you take a bath, and I'll help you rub your back." ”

Zhu Qingyun let out an "um" and said, "How is the sword practice?" ”

Yang said: "Why don't you have a meal, and the master will accompany me through two tricks?" ”

Zhu Qingyun nodded and said, "Okay." ”

After lunch, the two of them went to the sword test pavilion together.

Quanzhen swordsmanship seven swords and seven styles, a total of seven seven forty-nine styles.

When the two fought to the eighteenth style of "The Galaxy Wants to Turn", Yang Guo was finally defeated, his wrist was hit, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhu Qingyun put away his sword and praised: "In less than a month, you can have this benefit, you are already a martial arts genius." ”

Yang Guo rubbed his wrist and said, "Then does it have a chance to win against Lu Qingdu?" ”

Zhu Qingyun said: "With Lu Qingdu's cultivation, he can't pick up my ten styles." ”

Yang Guoxi said: "Great! ”

"Don't be proud." Zhu Qingyun pulled his wrist, rubbed it gently, and said, "The proud soldiers will be defeated." ”

They were so close, and the nose was full of the kind of fragrance unique to Zhu Qingyun's body, and Yang Guo was almost drunk.

Thinking of the thoughts in the morning, Yang Guo hurriedly restrained his swaying mind and said, "Master, how long is it until the small comparison?" ”

Zhu Qingyun said: "Three days." ”

Yang said: "Who will judge the results of the competition?" ”

Zhu Qingyun said: "In previous years, it was assessed by your ancestor, but he went down the mountain the day before yesterday, so he handed over the assessment to Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Cui. ”

"Zhao Zhijing?!" Yang said: "Assessed by him?" It's hard to guarantee that there will be no favoritism. ”

Zhu Qingyun let go of his wrist and said, "Don't worry." Senior Brother Cui is the most upright, even if Senior Brother Zhao wants to be partial, Senior Brother Cui will not agree. Besides, you can get them to the point where they can't even be biased if they want to. ”

Yang Guo said with a smile: "Master is reasonable. ”

Zhu Qingyun patted him on the shoulder and said, "You continue to practice swords, I'll go first." ”

Yang Guomu sent Zhu Qingyun away, collected his mind, and concentrated on practicing swords.

***

Three days later, the small comparison period arrived.

A group of disciples gathered in the arena behind the Sanqing Palace, lined up on both sides, and Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang sat on the main seat.

Zhu Qingyun didn't come today, he didn't like such a noisy occasion.

According to the opponents assigned in advance, the disciples compared them in pairs, from fists and feet to swordsmanship, and Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang assessed A, B, C, etc.

The competition between Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu, as the highlight of today, was naturally pressed to the end.

"If you prostrate now and admit defeat, I will spare you from death." Lu Qingdu lowered his voice.

Yang Guo said disdainfully: "It's up to you? Scold! ”

Lu Qingdu said hatefully: "Okay, Yang Guo, you are killing yourself, the sword has no eyes, if it hurts your life later, don't turn into a ghost to come to me." ”

Yang Guo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and concentrated on watching the battle on the field.

At noon, it was finally Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu's turn to play.

As soon as Yang Guo took out his sword, not only Lu Qingdu, but even everyone watching the battle from the sidelines were taken aback.

Cui Zhifang was surprised: "Senior Brother Zhao, this Yang Guo's sword is elegant, ethereal, but impliedly powerful, it really doesn't look like a disciple who has just started for a month." In this way, Qingtu does not necessarily have a chance of winning. ”

Zhao Zhijing had a cold face, looking at the situation on the field silently, anxious in his heart.

The competition has just begun, and Lu Qingdu is already a little stretched, if it weren't for the long time he has been practicing the Xuangong Mental Method, his internal strength is much deeper than Yang's, but I'm afraid that he has already lost at this moment. Is it Yang Guotian's genius, or Zhu Qingyun's teaching? It's obviously the same move, why is Yang Guo more lethal than Lu Qingdu?

At this moment, no one was more panicked than Lu Qingdu.

He has been under the Quanzhen Sect for three years, and if he loses to Yang Guo, who has been in the beginner for less than a month, today, he will be ridiculed by his peers.

And more importantly, his failure will lose Zhao Zhijing's face. Zhao Zhijing is a very face-saving person, and if he loses this time, he will definitely not give him good fruits to eat. Perhaps, Zhao Zhijing will still bully and humiliate him in the unbearable way he once had.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingdu was frightened for a while, and a fierce light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and the blade of the sword suddenly turned, and he began to only attack but not defend, and his moves were ruthless, wanting to take Yang Guo's life.

Yang Guo was secretly frightened in his heart, and he took a few steps back to avoid Lu Qingdu's attack.

Looking at Lu Qingdu's appearance, he seems to be crazy, very mad.

But Yang Guo knew that he was at the end of the crossbow, and he was not afraid of him, so he stabilized his mind a little, and still made moves according to the sword style of Zhu Qingyunjiao.

Seeing that the defeat was decided, Lu Qingdu roared angrily, and stabbed with his sword in an orderly manner, thanks to Yang Guo's dodge in time, but injured a disciple who was watching the battle next to him.

Seeing this, Cui Zhifang stood up and shouted, "Qing Du! Stop! ”

Lu Qingdu didn't seem to hear it, and still chased Yang Guo to stab, looking like crazy.

Cui Zhifang hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Zhao, why don't you stop him quickly?" If this continues, Qingdu must go crazy. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing stood up, jumped into the arena, kicked Lu Qingdu to the ground with a kick in the chest, and scolded: "Waste! Isn't it embarrassing enough?! ”

Lu Qingdu fell to the ground, his face was like ashes, and suddenly he burst into tears and whimpered.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't stand his appearance anymore, and walked away.

Cui Zhifang sighed and announced: "In this competition, Yang Guo has won, first-class!" ”

Yang Guo cheered, thanked Cui Zhifang, glanced at Lu Qingdu, who was crying on the ground, and rushed towards the Tianquan Palace.

Lu Qingdu raised his head and looked at Yang Guo's back, his eyes shining with a poisonous light.

***

"Master! Master! Before Yang Guo entered the palace gate, he shouted loudly: "Master! I'm back! ”

Zhu Qingyun walked out of the hall slowly, and said angrily: "What kind of system is it that shouts and screams." ”

Yang Guofei threw himself into Zhu Qingyun's arms, picked him up, and spun in a circle in front of the hall gate, "Master! I won! I won! Hahaha! ”

Zhu Qingyun was dizzy by him, and said hurriedly: "Come on, let me go quickly, what will I be seen like." ”

Yang Guo turned around a few more times before putting Zhu Qingyun down, and looked at Zhu Qingyun's eyes with bright eyes.

At this moment, Yang Guo was bewitched, he suddenly lowered his head, and quickly printed a dragonfly kiss on Zhu Qingyun's cheek.

Zhu Qingyun frowned and said, "Guo'er, what are you doing?" ”

Yang Guo was also shocked by his actions.

He...... What did he just do? Did he actually kiss the master secretly?

Just for a moment, Yang Guo immediately turned his back and cheered, "I won!" I won! "He ran away.

Zhu Qingyun looked at his back running away, shook his head with a smile, and turned back to the hall.

Yang Guo didn't stop until he ran until the Sword Trial Cliff.

The heart is beating wildly, the blood is boiling.

That vague strange emotion, at this moment, strong and clear across the heart of the young Yang Guo.

He finally realized how naïve and ridiculous it was to want to strangle it in the cradle.

It is like a vine, from the first time I saw Zhu Qingyun, it took root and sprouted in his barren and barren heart, and then grew crazy in this month's relationship, which has covered the sky and the sun, if you want to get rid of the roots, you can only gouge your heart.

Yang Guo had to admit that he fell madly in love with his master.

Now, he has only two options: either die or love.

Yang Guo doesn't want to die, he not only wants love, he also wants to be loved, to be loved by Zhu Qingyun.

can rely on Zhu Qingyun's widowed temperament, this is only afraid that it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

But he Yang Guo has never been afraid of heaven and earth, if he doesn't do it, how can he get the desired result?

Yang Guo looked at the Cuiwei Mountains and said in a low voice: "Master, I will recognize you in this life, and I will not die." ”