When glutinous rice ran out with a tray, the fairy mist was still faintly lit, and after she panted and returned the wooden tray, the only thing that was lit was the oil pot lit in a few places in the mountain gate, flickering and flickering.

At this time, the door of the temple should have been closed long ago. Nuomi gasped for several breaths, thinking that she wouldn't be able to catch up, so she didn't rush to run over there, and slowly, thinking about going to the Jing Pavilion to see the jade slip. She hasn't picked up jade slips much these days, and occasionally flipping through them, she can probably find something new.

In fact, she can also go to the medicine garden at this time. On weekdays, if the three senior brothers of the medicine hall did not listen to the teachings, they would also go to the medicine garden to meditate first. But Nuomi was frightened by the experience of the last medicine garden, and since then she has not dared to meditate to look at the little black ball in her body, and she doesn't know what has happened.

She looked down as she walked, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. Originally, I wanted to ask Senior Brother Zhuzi, but Senior Brother is also very sad now, so don't bother Senior Brother too much.

Walking forward so slowly, halfway through, glutinous rice was attracted by a few rays of light suddenly shining overhead.

A few strands of dazzling red light slid across the sky at a breakneck speed like meteors, dragging a tail with a slight green smoke. After the first few passed, more red light passed through. All of those glows radiated from the side of the Gong Gong Hall, and they could only be regarded as half-suspended in the air, and it felt like they should be flying sideways under the immortal mist.

It was the first time for glutinous rice to see such a dazzling brilliance, and she couldn't help but look a little stunned. Just raised his head and stood still, I don't know when I opened my mouth slightly, looking dumbfounded.

The light flew through the sky one after another. Nuomi kept looking at it stupidly, and she didn't know how long she had been staring at the sky like this, until she was pushed on her back, and she came back to her senses.

"Hey, don't get in the way."

The thrust behind it is not very large, just enough for glutinous rice to come back to his senses. The young monk who had pushed her was hurrying on his way, and with that he had said so, he hurried past her. Nuomi twisted her neck, only then did she feel a little sour, and when she turned around, she saw that there were many figures running towards the Chuan Gong Hall in the blurred light. She was startled and hurried to the side of the road.

Those people were very fast, as if they all had wind magic attached to them, and they just cared about rushing forward.

Nuomi glanced at it several times, and he couldn't help but run over there. She didn't know what was going on over there, but it wasn't going to be bad. I thought I would take a look, so I ran along.

There were more and more people on the road, all of them were monks who were much older than Nuomi, and she should be called senior brother or uncle. She was caught in the denser and denser crowd, and she was a little panicked. She was the youngest and a slow runner. Even if they started running halfway, they almost fell to the end of the crowd and were squeezed into the outermost layer of the crowd.

She tried to look inside, but found that she was just above the height of everyone's waist, and she couldn't see anything at all, so she looked in through the gap in the crowd instead. But there are so many and dense people, and when you bend down like this, you can't see anything. The people behind her were all trying to squeeze forward, and she was stumbling.

Just as she was about to fall, a senior brother next to her suddenly grabbed her arm with one hand. The glutinous rice only shook slightly, and finally did not fall. She looked up to look at the senior brother who was helping her, but the senior brother did not bow his head, but just held her arm with one hand and blocked the other in front of her, just enough to open up some space for her to stand firmly. probably saw that she was really young, and pity that she would be hurt if she was so crowded, so he took her by the hand.

Nuomi raised her head and looked, the red light that crossed the sky from time to time had long since dissipated, leaving only the faint light from the oil cup lit on the side of the Chuan Gong Hall. She had to squint her eyes very hard to barely see a hazy outline of the senior brother, and then she memorized it vigorously.

There was a commotion at the other end of the temple, as if someone had said something. The glutinous rice stood too far away and couldn't hear anything.

So there was silence inside, and when there was another sound, it was already like a bell, and everyone who listened to it was dizzy, and they didn't know what trick was attached. Because the sound was too loud, there were several words, and Nuomi barely heard the words clearly. It took a long time for her to recognize that the person who spoke was the uncle who had given her medicine.

The uncle and ancestor who I haven't seen for a long time.

Nuomi has been secretly concerned about the news of her uncle, but she has not seen her since that day, and she has not heard anything. Although she was worried in her heart, she couldn't find it, so she didn't dare to inquire anymore. There are rules in this mountain gate, and miscellaneous disciples like her are not allowed to camp at will.

The voice above was still booming wildly, and she had to work hard to discern what those words were.

After listening to it for a long time, Nuomi felt that he had heard a rough idea.

On this mountain gate, there was originally a small comparison every fifteen years, and a large comparison every fifty years. The last time I had a small competition was a few years ago, so it's still a long time before the competition. It's just that in the last few months, I don't know why, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has clashed with another Xiuzhen sect called Tieshengmen. At first, it was just a small fight between a few outer disciples, but gradually it got bigger and bigger, and finally even a few hot-tempered uncles and uncles and ancestors were involved. Qingyin Zhenren went down the mountain for more than a month to deal with this matter.

But it's not easy to deal with. After all, the strength of the two sects is equal, and no one can tell who was right and who was wrong, and which one made the first trouble, so naturally they refused to give in lightly and retreated, nor did they want to apologize first. But it is not a way for the disciples in the sect to fight like this. Therefore, after consultation between the two sides, they finally came up with a solution.

Fighting.

This competition is not far from the small and large ratios in the past. From several aspects, we will test the strength between the two sects to see which sect has stronger disciples. The winning side does not need the losing side to apologize, as long as the losing side is responsible for draining the reward of the victorious disciple.

Because this competition involves the face of a sect, because in the end, the rewards offered by both sides are much stronger than the rewards of their own mountain gate Xiaobi, and Yu Dabi is also a little worse. This competition is divided into three groups according to the level of the level, and the disciples from the beginning of the enlightenment period to the distraction period and the qi training period can participate, which can be regarded as a major event in the mountain gate.

This is the first time in so long since Nuomi entered the mountain gate that I heard that there was going to be a big event in the sect, and I couldn't help but be excited. She didn't care much about those rewards, because she also knew that her level was low and her skills were weak, and it was unlikely that she would be at the top. But after all, it's a doll, and I still like this kind of fun-like activity, so I began to think about participating in it.

As for the disciples who were summoned by Fang Cai Honghuaguang, almost all of them were proud of the mountain gate, and they had more calculations in their hearts.