After having lunch, Gu Changsheng went to the stubborn Taoist, got the bamboo slip that recorded Lei Duel, and walked back towards his house.

When he passed by the Fan Pavilion, he noticed that there were many Zhengyi monks gathered at the door, huddled together as if they were saying something.

Gu Changsheng was a little curious, so he listened closely.

"Fang Yuan, report me a 20,000-meter sprint!"

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother Tian, 20,000-meter sprint...... Remember! ”

"Iron Man Thirteen! I'll report one. ”

"Senior Brother Li, the Iron Man Thirteen Items...... Remember, too! ”

"Then I'll have a 10,000-meter archery competition."

"Okay, okay, take note of it."

……

The little Taoist priest Fang Yuan was sitting at the table, holding a pen and recording in a hurry.

The white banner used for fortune-telling stands next to the table, but the words on it have been altered.

The big words "Zhengyiguan Repair Games Registration Office" are very eye-catching.

Is there a Seminarian Games...... Gu Changsheng probably understood what he was doing.

Without making a sound, Gu Changsheng silently turned around and left, not to join in the fun, but returned to his room to study the Dao decision.

The sunset shines through the windows, casting flakes of afterglow on the table.

Gu Changsheng, who was sitting at the table, reacted at this time, put away the bamboo slips and prepared to go out to eat something.

At this time, the voice of the little Taoist priest came from outside the house.

"Uncle Junior, are you in the house?"

Gu Changsheng opened the door and let Fang Yuan in, smiling and asking him what he meant.

"Registration for the Repair Games has begun, which one do you want to apply for, Uncle Junior?" The little Taoist priest held a book and a pen in his hand and asked out loud.

Frowning, Gu Changsheng opened his mouth and replied, "There have been a lot of cultivation affairs recently, so I am not going to participate. ”

"No, everyone has to participate in at least one event, this is a rule set by the Heavenly Master, and even the head of the sect must participate in one."

Fang Yuan's little Daoist's answer was a little unexpected for Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng cleared his throat and continued to ask, "Then Master, is he participating by himself?" ”

Fang Yuan shook his head and replied, "The Heavenly Master is the designer of the competition, and the Cultivation Games have been suspended for a long time during his retreat. ”

After a pause, the little Taoist priest continued: "So the Heavenly Master himself will not compete, and he is mainly responsible for being a referee or something. ”

I don't know why, hearing that the designer of the competition is a stubborn Taoist, Gu Changsheng was faintly worried.

But after all, it is the rule of Zhengyiguan, and even Ling Xiaozi has to participate, so he has to choose one to participate.

Looking at Fang Yuan's little Taoist, Gu Changsheng said softly: "I remember hearing one, what is it called a 20,000-meter sprint, I'll sign up for that." ”

"No, the solo program is full, and there are only a few group events left." Fang Yuan shook his head again.

Gu Changsheng frowned, and the group project ...... He can't make enough people.

At this time, a very excited voice could be heard from afar.

"Your father...... Ah no, Gu Chang...... Oh no, little uncle! ”

Gu Changsheng had a black line.

After a while, Brother Wuji appeared at the door, and when he saw Gu Changsheng, his eyes lit up, and his tone was full of excitement.

"Uncle Xiao, the first place in the basketball game of this year's Repair Games is particularly rewarding!"

From Brother Wuji's eyes, Gu Changsheng saw a light called hope.

"That's right, there are still places in the basketball program, you can sign up, Uncle Xiao, I wrote your name on it?"

Fang Yuan's little Taoist looked through the notebook in his hand for a moment, and then raised his head, looking at Gu Changsheng with an innocent expression.

Looking at these two kids, a trace of suspicion flashed in Gu Changsheng's eyes.

Is it such a coincidence?

Without speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Yuan.

The little Taoist priest looked away for the first time, looking weak.

After a while, the two boys lowered their heads and explained honestly.

"You can't lose the game, and the reward for the first place in the basketball game is really rich, so we want to hug Uncle Xiao's thigh and rub some rewards."

Proficient in the truth of frankness and leniency, Fang Yuan explained very thoroughly.

"When you started fortune-telling, you said you could make a fortune. As a result, I followed you to set up a stall, and I earned two yuan in two days, and I couldn't live anymore. ”

Hearing Brother Wuji's words, Gu Changsheng's face turned red.

A little unable to pull it off, he opened the topic out loud: "Then it's good to be honest and say no!" And if you want to play basketball, don't you count the substitutes, isn't there two people missing? ”

Hearing Gu Changsheng's words, Brother Wuji and Fang Yuan's little Taoist priest's eyes lit up, and they spoke out again and again: "There are a lot of them, we are missing one of the four!" ”

Ten minutes later.

Looking at Li Xuan'an, who had a rebellious face, Gu Changsheng touched his chin and turned his head to look at Ah Ning on the side.

"Ah Ning, isn't it true that a monk can also participate?"

Ah Ning smiled and replied crisply, "I said hello in advance!" Li Xuanan is now a nominal disciple of Zhengyiguan, and it would be good to expel him after the game. ”

After a pause, she continued: "My father and the ancestor agreed quickly, without a trace of hesitation. ”

"Agreed quickly", "without a hint of hesitation".

As a person with a daughter, Gu Changsheng instantly smelled an unusual atmosphere.

He pale and couldn't help but sigh.

It's broken, and it's on a thief ship that will sink at any time.

Looking at the few people who were unaware of the horror of the matter, Gu Changsheng thought for a moment and hesitated to speak: "Second in the game, second in the game, don't have too high expectations." ”

Brother Wuji nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the reward is the first and the competition is second, Uncle Xiao, don't worry, we will work hard then." ”

……

Three days later, the meeting was officially held.

Gu Changsheng sat in the audience, looking around, his heart full of emotion.

Idiot Taoists are really idle......

It's no wonder I haven't seen anyone else at all lately, and my feelings are that I've come to prepare for the competition.

Before, 10,000 charms exploded, and Longhu Mountain directly turned into a plain, and the stubborn Taoist simply built this giant sports field on the site.

Gu Changsheng raised his head and looked into the sky, his eyes searched for a moment, and he saw the fog door......

Bowing his head slightly, he looked at the stubborn Taoist who was speaking on the high platform, and his mood was a little complicated.

The old Taoist's pre-game mobilization has been almost an hour, and it hasn't been over yet.

Finally, after a long while, the mobilization of the stubborn Taoists was coming to an end.

He concluded his speech: "So, you have to play style, you have to play to your level, and you have to play friendship!" In addition, the final interpretation of this event belongs to the event designer. ”

"Right of Final Interpretation", "Tournament Designer".

Gu Changsheng noticed these two words, and suddenly felt the urge to give up the game.

Several teammates sitting next to him didn't notice the clue at all, and applauded stupidly.

Gu Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, it's a blessing to be stupid......

The applause subsided, and the stubborn Taoist announced the official start of the Repair Games.

The unveiling was a 20,000-meter dash.

"In this project, it is not allowed to use any escape methods, nor are it allowed to use any charms or elixirs."

On the rostrum, the stubborn Taoist was announcing the rules of the game.

A moment later, a sword roared and the game began.

On the track, all the runners ran with their heads down and kicked the ground, and their movements were extremely vigorous.

Under the tremendous force, the runway of the special material was kicked out of the forefoot one by one.

The monks sprinted with all their might, as fast as they could.

It was supposed to be an incredible race.

If the stubborn Taoist is a serious person.

In the audience, everyone laughed as they watched the contestants chasing each other and running in circles in place.

"The Heavenly Master is really damaged......"

Looking at the players who were lost in the phantom formation, Gu Changchang sighed and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

In the phantom array, some players gradually discovered that something was wrong.

Isn't it 20,000 meters? I feel like I've already run ten or twenty thousand meters.

After sprinting for so long, the players are already a little tired.

Finally, a very smart friar in an anime T-shirt stopped.

He gasped for air, then tentatively stretched his foot out of the track.

In an instant, the illusion against him was shattered, and the laughter in the audience reached Brother Wuji's ears.

"It's Senior Brother Wuji, he's the first to discover the Phantom Array, amazing!" Fang Yuan's little Taoist exclaimed in Gu Changsheng's ear.

Brother Wuji looked at the side with a stiff face.

Seeing his opponent spin in circles, he understood.

Thinking that he was like this just now, Brother Wuji was ashamed.

He looked at the rostrum with some resentment, wanting to condemn the designer of the track, Mr. Zhang Yundao, with his eyes.

But I only saw the smug face of the stubborn Taoist.

Forget it, I can't afford to mess with it.

Brother Wuji swallowed his anger and strode forward.

Behind him, the contestants also slowly cracked the illusion and no longer circled in place.

took the lead, and Brother Wuji, who was the first to crack the phantom formation, took the lead in running to 5,000 meters.

Then he stopped, and his face was extremely pale.

He looked at the wooden sign in front of him, and his teeth itched with hatred.

"Excuse me: Your master Ling Xiaozi, do you like salty bean curd or sweet bean curd, the options are as follows."

"A: Salted bean curd."

"B: Sweet bean curd."

"C: Obtuse angle."

？？？

What's that?

Looking at the last option, Brother Wuji's head was full of question marks, and he even had some doubts about whether he was still in an illusion.

Seeing that the people behind him were about to catch up with him, Brother Wuji closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and simply guessed an answer casually.

"I choose A: Sweet Bean Flower!"

In the next second, the shape shifts, and the heaven and the earth change.

By the time he reacted, Brother Wuji had already returned to the starting point and was behind everyone.

"This trick is too lacking in morality......"

Looking at the bewilderment on Brother Wuji's face, Gu Changsheng, who was sitting in the audience, was very sympathetic.

Fang Yuan's little Taoist priest thought deeply and nodded in agreement.

It's really a bit outrageous that the teleportation formation is used in this kind of place......

Brother Wuji was silent for a moment, and he could only accept the fact that he was starting all over again, gritting his teeth and continuing to rush forward.

On the rostrum, Ling Xiaozi looked at the Heavenly Master beside him with a complicated expression, and asked aloud: "That array just now, was it written on the bamboo slip that Lin Yun brought back?" ”

"Yes, forty-nine small arrays, I put them all in this time, and I have to sigh at the wonderful idea of Zhengyi's predecessors......"

The stubborn Taoist shook his head and smiled.

Ling Xiaozi sighed low on the side, such a master is unfortunate!

On the field, people are constantly being teleported back to their point of origin.

After a while, Brother Wuji was surprised to find that he had reached the front again, and hope was ignited in his heart.

As he flew, he came to the wooden sign again, and said his answer with confidence on his face.

"B: Salted bean curd!"

His eyes darkened again, and Brother Wuji returned to the starting point.

This time, he couldn't figure it out.

I stood there for a long, long time.

After a while, he frowned and pondered, and walked forward again, much slower than before.

After a long time, Zhang Linyuan came to the wooden card again.

Looking at the three options on the sign, he opened his mouth, but closed it again.

After a few thoughts and many considerations, Brother Wuji tentatively said his answer.

"C...... I choose obtuse angles. ”

"Congratulations on your correct answer! Keep going! ”

There was no smile on Brother Wuji's face, and he felt that his worldview had collapsed a little.

His glazed gaze turned to the wooden card and muttered to himself.

"Why is the answer to the eucalyptus obtuse, isn't it a little too abstract......

His question was like triggering something.

A wooden sign slowly rises from the ground with a line of words written on it.

"The final interpretation of this event belongs to the event designer, the stubborn Taoist."

There is also a line of small print underneath.

"Within eleven months and twelve days, I am invincible in the Xia Kingdom. If you are not convinced, come to your ancestors to fight alone! ”

Turning his eyes to the rostrum again, looking at the stubborn Taoist who was smiling extremely happily, Brother Wuji had many thoughts in his heart to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.

But he took a deep breath and continued to run forward.

Not long after, Brother Wuji reached 10,000 meters.

Looking at the wooden sign in front of him, he didn't even look at what the problem was.

See "obtuse angles" in the answer.

Brother Wuji's voice was categorical: "I choose a blunt angle!" ”

The next second, he was back to the starting point again.

This blow may have been a bit big for him, and Brother Wuji squatted on the ground for a long time before continuing to move forward.

After a long time, Brother Wuji came to the second wooden card and re-read the question.

"Q: The degree of () is smaller than the right angle. The options are as follows. ”

"A: Obtuse angle."

"B: Acute angles."

"C: Concentric circles."

Brother Wuji, who was already a little skeptical about his life, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I choose a sharp angle." ”

After speaking, the words on the wooden sign changed abruptly.

"Congratulations on getting it right, stick to the truth!"

REAL YOU**! ***？ Cornelian**! The first question is, is the truth eaten by you?

Brother Wuji had countless words that could not be broadcast in his heart, and continued to move forward with a black face.

As the sun sets, the tired birds return to the forest.

It was already evening.

Except for the stubborn Taoist, no one predicted that this sprint race would last so long......

Gu Changsheng looked at the desperate faces on the field and made up his mind.

Abandon the race!

Than a hammer!

Tomorrow's basketball game will be withdrawn directly!

With Li Xuan'an here, it is impossible for the stubborn Taoist to make their team have a good time.

In the field, Brother Wuji has reached 1,500 meters.

Looking at the familiar wooden sign, he wanted to cry without tears.

"Choose the same from the following options."

"A: There is a 40% chance of going straight to the finish line and a 60% chance of going back to the starting point."

"B: Run honestly."

Brother Wuji's eyes narrowed.

Of course, he knew that the first option was not a good deal.

But the problem is that Brother Wuji is just a junior high school child, and he is about to be played......

The temptation to go straight to the finish line and end the torment is too great.

Brother Wuji gritted his teeth and replied fiercely: "I choose A!" ”

Then, the handwriting on the wooden sign slowly disappeared, and a line of words reappeared.

"Gambling on dogs can't die well!"

Immediately, an earth giant appeared in front of Brother Wuji and beat him violently.

After a while, the gray-faced black chicken brother was lying at the starting point, his face full of bitterness.

Spit out the mud in his mouth, Brother Wuji finally couldn't help it, and howled with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not playing anymore! I'm retiring! ”