Xia Qian took a few days off due to illness, and although Xia Lin adjusted his qi and blood for him, he couldn't help but suffer a little cold. He was bent on cultivating ghost fingers, and he was not stable when he was lying on the bed. Taking advantage of the coolness of the night, he went alone to the firewood room before.

The huge firewood house was divided into many rooms. The door was hidden, oozing a warm yellow light. He quietly pushed the door open and walked down the room where the light was shining. I saw a man on his knees, bent over and bent on the ground, rubbing the rag in his hand and mopping the floor. The water in the bucket standing beside him was jet black, and the floor was shiny with the water he had brushed. Beads of sweat on his forehead fell into his eyebrows and across his eyes.

Not far from him stood two Qingdai disciples, their arms crossed over their chests, looking at him as a matter of course.

"The teacher told us to clean up, and no one else was allowed to help. One asked.

"It's okay, to be honest, no one is allowed to help, no dog is allowed to help. He didn't know we had a good dog. He said triumphantly.

"However, you see that Senior Brother Xia Xiao was punished. The man was still skeptical.

"It's strange to say that we did it so carefully that no one could have seen it. Who is the one who is a whistleblower and dares to go against Senior Brother Xia Qiong. ”

"Could it be the summer solstice?"

"No way! We attacked from behind, and he didn't even see our faces. ”

Xia Yu pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two of them. With a casual glance in his eyes, he met the Qingdai disciple's gaze, and he moved away in a hurry, his heart was empty. The Qingdai disciple suddenly rushed in front of him and kicked him hard at the waist.

"It's not you. He asked.

Xia Yu was silent, lowered his head and continued to wipe the floor.

The disciple of the green belt became angry, splashed the dirty black rag water on him, and then joked: "You dirty dog, don't stay here with a dead face, I will be ugly for you." Get out of here, get out of here. Rubbish!"

Xia Yu endured the trembling of his body, and his fingers curled up to hold the rag in his hand. He was stained with the stench of dust, and his whole body was soaked like a chicken in soup, and his black hair was wet and knotted into strips, sticking to his cheeks that were red from the heat. The down-and-out appearance made the man even more angry.

Another Qingdai disciple stepped forward and pulled and persuaded him to dissipate his anger. But the man kicked him hard before leaving. When he left, he scolded and said, "If I were your parents, I would regret giving birth to you!"

Xia Qian hid in the dark, watching Xia Yu in the house holding his legs and sobbing, pitiful and aggrieved, like a sheep in a flock. He sighed softly, flicked his fingers, and the flicking wind extinguished the flickering candlelight.

"If you want to cry, just cry. ”

He drifted away, and the cry behind him grew slightly louder.

He wandered through the wood-chamber and found the colored satin for the ceremony, and he took it all with him and went to the valley. He hung the colored satin on the branches and crossed his legs under the tree.

It was still the bare tree that he had cut down, and at this time, the moonlight no longer had to pass through the mottled shadows of the tree, and it directly covered Xia Qian's body. His slender fingers glowed silver in the moonlight.

He stretched out a finger and once again gathered his spiritual power to mobilize the colored satin. Mars scurried, almost burning his eyebrows. He frowned, realizing that he was happy too soon. Without Xia Lin's soft spirit, he would not have succeeded with his spiritual power alone. He could only follow the previous method, cut off his spiritual power by seventy or eighty, and try again.

The silk was soft and flammable, and often burned to the neckline of his sleeves, and the tips of his hair and eyebrows gave off a constant smell of burning, and the fire flickered in the dark night. But he didn't have any impatience from beginning to end, his face was calm, and his mood was stable. He didn't know that he would be so immersed in his cultivation when he was always not in high spirits. Perhaps he found that whenever he wanted to give up, Xia Yu's cries would hover in his ears.

He's secretly fighting. Maybe he saw his own shadow in Xia Yu. Not long ago, he was just a nameless ninth-rate, unpopular, and he couldn't protect Bai Jiang. Chasing ducks to the shelves like being the sect master, although he has the ambition of great things in his heart, he is always powerless. He has no strength, no reputation, and no popularity. No one listened to his call, except Xia Lin.

He wants to be recognized, just as Xia Yu wants to prove himself. This is not only his bet with Xia Yu, but also his struggle with himself.

The crescent moon gradually rises to the highest point, and the light of the silhouette between the fingers is incomparably soft. He tried his best to imagine the soft spirit that Xia Lin had channeled into his body, and felt the smoothness of the colored satin with his fingertips. He closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and raised a finger, and the spiritual power gathered on his fingertips to draw a striking arc in the dark night.

Xia Qian took a seven-day leave due to illness, and during these seven days, he did not go back to sleep, nor did he go to Tianshu Pavilion, but nested on the top of Wanjian Tower and "played home" with Master Wanjian. Because it is quite laborious to talk to Master Wanjian, one thing has to be said several times over and over again. This situation is like the troublesome energy of a village woman pointing to something for ten days and a half. So if anyone asked, he said that he had gone to the house with someone.

It took him seven days and nights to tie the colored satin full of knots. During this period, Master Wanjian's schedule remained unchanged, he ate and slept, and when he woke up, he went out for a walk, and if he didn't return for an hour, Xia Qian had to go outside to pick him up. He gets lost in the same place every time.

It was rare for him to mention Xia Qian's cultivation, and he only read two sentences at the beginning, and he was still competing for glory on the same day and the same day, hitting the nail on the head and killing twice. Nothing else. Xia Qian slapped his ears and did not delve into it. However, his fingering is much more refined than before, although he can't talk about needles, but he is as detailed as a toothpick.

When Master Wan Jian saw it, he patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement, and then took out another strand of silk thread and handed it to him, asking him to tie ten thousand knots on this silk thread.

Xia Qian was slightly tired, and Master Wanjian said, "Boy, the more difficult it is to get behind. This trick is difficult for one person in ten thousand people to learn, and you have to thank you for your domineering spiritual power, which can make you one of the ten thousand people. ”

Xia Qian's eyebrows went up: "But there are only 20,000 people on the left in the Central Plains." ”

Master Wanjian replied solemnly: "Yes, just the two of us." ”

Xia Qian: "......"

He didn't act immediately when he got this silk thread, but went to the Heavenly Array Hall to find Xia Lin. Xia Lin was practicing with the disciples in the cultivation field at that time.

Formation battles are much easier than sword battles. Doubles play against each other, trapping the opponent in their own formation and having no power to fight back. Therefore, it depends on who is faster and the formation is more complicated and difficult to solve.

Xia Zhen didn't tout Xia Lin, his strength deserved that praise. The moment he flicked his fingers, he seemed to have anticipated the opponent's style of play, and at the same time considered the countermeasures. The formation on the soles of the feet has been transmitted to the opponent's feet before the opponent can exert his strength. He almost always ends his battles in a bondage formation, which is the most obvious victory and defeat, and the least damage.

After the competition, both sides bowed to each other in respect. The harmonious atmosphere is like a difference between the heavenly book pavilion next door. The disciples had a reasonable yearning and admiration for Xia Lin who was in the first place. Looking at Xia Qiong again, they are all afraid of him, and with Xia Yu's experience, no one dares to disobey him.

Xia Qian lay on the eaves and stared at Xia Lin, and said complacently: "I really picked up a treasure." ”

Xia Lin returned to the dormitory after the quiz and found Xia Qian lying on the table with weak energy.

"What are you doing, running to me twice in three days. ”

Xia Qian screamed before he could say anything, he raised his head slightly, and said weakly: "I'm so hungry, do you have any food?"

Xia Lin turned around and went out, and Xia Qian shouted behind him: "Put less carrots!"

He wandered around Xia Lin's dormitory with nothing to do, and the facilities were similar to his, except that there was an extra bookshelf. He was bored flipping through the books on the shelves.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth rose. It was a common expression when he had an idea in his mind.

When Xia Lin entered the door with fried rice, Xia Qian stood at the door and smiled meaningfully.

In the middle of the night, Xia Qian left Xia Lin's sleep, and he didn't notice that his face and hands were stained with black ink. He tiptoed back to the Ten Thousand Swords Building, and saw that the Master of Ten Thousand Swords on the top of the building had fallen asleep, and the candle in the center of the round table was about to burn out. He covered him with a thin blanket and blew out the candlelight, and the curling white smoke escaped through the crack in the window and melted into the night.

He pulled out the thin thread and burst into flames in the corner.

Master Wanjian quietly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and turned over.

Fifteen days later.

"I made it! I made it! Look. Xia Lin shook Master Wanjian's shoulders and kept shouting. Suddenly, his eyes closed and he fainted.

Master Wanjian checked his pulse and rolled his dark eyes. "It's been a hard day, so let's get some sleep. ”

He pulled the thin knotted thread from his hand, and although there were still some black sparks on it, it was not broken. Master Wanjian muttered, "I can learn my ghost finger in a month, this kid is really amazing."

The drums thundered through the sky and lasted longer than usual. Xia Qian was woken up by the constant noise, and opened the window to take a breath of fresh morning air. Suddenly, a salute roared in the sky, and the smoke and dust of firecrackers filled the sky, and the smell was pungent and unpleasant.

"Why do you fire the cannon early in the morning, what kind of festival is it?" he asked.

Master Wanjian twisted his long eyebrows on both sides with both hands, and thought for a long time and said, "It seems that it's time for the reorganization competition." ”

"What! Why don't you call me!" Xia Qian was startled, got dressed and ran out.

Master Wanjian stopped: "You didn't remind me to remind you." Besides, it's too late for you to go now, and the salute is over. ”

Xia Qian glared at him angrily and jumped down the stairs.

Master Wanjian followed him downstairs, and as soon as he reached the staircase, there was no one on the revolving staircase.

"Eh, what about others?" Master Wanjian stroked his beard and said strangely.