Li Xiangru recuperated from his injuries for more than a month, and his broken leg gradually healed, and he was able to move freely without crutches. During this period, Yushu saw him three times, helped him see his injuries, and also said a lot of comforting and cheerful words, Li Xiangru understood the reason, and at the same time thanked Wudang for his great kindness, and soon forgot the unhappiness between Gu Mufeng and Xuan Gui, but the two never came to visit him again.

Time is like an arrow, Li Xiangru's leg injury is healed, and at the same time, the annual Qiukui Conference in Wudang is also coming. Qingyun as the leader of the three generations of disciples, of course, he is indispensable in this Qiu Kui competition, he is Xun Yuhe's first apprentice, although he is very young, but the famous teacher is a high apprentice, in the "green" generation of disciples martial arts is also considered to be among the best, his qualifications are not high, you can bear hardships and stand hard work, this competition, although he does not dare to hope to win the championship, but he can not be ranked behind, lose the face of the master. Therefore, he got up before dawn and went to the back mountain to practice martial arts, listening to the master's guidance between martial arts competitions.

Li Xiangru heard Qingyun say that the time of this martial arts competition started in the morning, he finished washing, trotted all the way to the martial arts training ground, only to see hundreds of people neatly arranged according to different subordinates, a platform was built in the middle of the martial arts training field, and the head of the Yushu Daoist sat in the middle of the platform, and beside him was the Yufeng Daoist. The next ones are the second-generation disciple Wudang Sanhe and other brothers of the same generation. The entire martial arts arena changed from the hustle and bustle of the past, and hundreds of people were silent, showing the seriousness and rigor of the Wudang ruling faction.

Li Xiangru stood at the end of the queue, he was thin and small, he was still young, he was just a layman disciple who had only been in Wudang for a few months, and no one noticed him. He was small in stature, obscured by the people in front of him, and could not see what was happening on the stage, so he had to try to peek through the gap in the crowd to the stage.

At this time, the Yufeng Daoist on the stage stood up from his chair, walked a few steps to the center of the stage, and said loudly: "Now, the Wudang Sect Qiukui Conference is beginning, please give a speech." His internal strength is profound, his luck is full, his voice is loud, and the words come out, and the people present can hear them clearly. After he finished speaking, he stepped aside.

Daoist Yushu nodded, walked to the middle of the platform, and his eyes first swept majestically at all the disciples present, and everyone present held their breath and did not dare to breathe loudly. Yushu is rarely busy with the affairs of the sect and the important affairs of the rivers and lakes on weekdays, and he meets and communicates with the disciples twice a year, and all the disciples cherish the opportunity to get close to the head of the sect. I only heard him say: "My Wudang has been well-known in the rivers and lakes for nearly three hundred years, one is to rely on unique martial arts, and the other is to do more chivalrous acts in the rivers and lakes, which has won the unanimous recognition of the people and people in the rivers and lakes, which is the way of self-existence and the foundation of my faction." The competition is to confirm the increase and decrease of the disciples' martial arts during this period, so as to better learn from each other's strengths, promote each other, and improve together. It is hoped that all the disciples will stop in moderation in the competition, stop when they reach the point, and stop when the victory is separated, if there is any deliberate injury or unscrupulous means to harm their fellow disciples in order to win, they will all be dealt with according to the door rules, and they will not be expelled from Wudang. His words were fierce and serious, and although his voice was not very loud, it had a dignifying majesty. Everyone present was solemn.

After Yushu finished speaking, he turned back to Daoist Yufeng and said, "You can start." Then he went back to his seat. Yu Feng nodded, and then announced the rules of the competition, and then the competition began.

Once the contest began, the disciples dispersed one after another, gathered around the platform, stood or sit, and watched by themselves, but no one dared to raise their voices. Li Xiangru only passed through the crowd at this time and came to the front of the stage, Yushu sat on the north side of the stage and caught a glimpse of him. He smiled slightly and gestured to Li Xiangru.

Li Xiangru walked forward quickly, bowed down to Yushu and said, "Meet Master!" Yushu asked with a smile: "Your leg injury is healed, how do you feel?" Li Xiangru said: "Thank you Master for your concern, my legs are all healed and I can move normally." Li Xiangru saluted Yufeng, Wudang Sanhe, and the uncles and uncles of his predecessors one by one.

Li Xiangru saw Gu Mufeng and Xuangui standing beside Yushu, stepped forward, hugged his fists and said to the two: "Senior Brother Gu, hello junior sister!" Gu Mufeng replied with a salute and said, "Hello Senior Brother Li!" Xuangui pouted and did not return the salute. Li Xiangru was calm in his heart and didn't take it to heart.

Yushu beckoned to Li Xiangru and said, "Xiangru, you come to me and stand beside me to watch!" Li Xiangru responded: "Yes." When he walked to Yushu's side, he stood with Gu Mufeng and Xuangui. Yushu stretched out his hand and took Li Xiangru's hand, raised his right index finger and middle finger on Li Xiangru's left hand, and then nodded slightly, looking at Li Xiangru for a while, his love and pity overflowed.

Yushu's every move, Gu Mufeng on the side looked at it one by one, and saw that the head of the family attached so much importance and affection to Li Xiangru, and couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart, thinking: "What kind of soup did this stinky boy pour into his master, why is his master so good to him?" Although his heart was extremely uncomfortable, his face was full of smiles. He said, "Senior Brother Li, come and join us." Saying that, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed Li Xiangru's left wrist, and as soon as he used his hand, he grabbed Li Xiangru like an iron hoop, Li Xiangru didn't expect him to suddenly get into trouble, only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and couldn't help but cry out with an "ouch".

Gu Mufeng accepted it when he saw it, and then he let go of his hand, laughed, and watched the competition in the field with a calm expression. Li Xiangru suffered this dumb loss, knowing that Gu Mufeng did it on purpose, but he had to endure it silently. The movements of the two were extremely short-lived, and the rest of them were so focused on the competition that even Yushu didn't notice it.

The competition in the field is in full swing. The first game was a fist and kick, and the first to play was Zhang Baihe's apprentice Qing Shui, who was the disciple who went to the forest to find Li Xiangru last time, he practiced a set of Wudang long fists well, and his skills were quite solid and vigorous, and he had defeated two disciples of the same generation in a row. Qing Shui won two games, and for a while, no one among the disciples of the same generation dared to play, Qing Shui's face was quite proud, he arched his hand, and said loudly: "All the senior brothers are humble, the younger brother won two games by luck, and now there is anyone who is willing to play to teach, if no one plays, he will pick up this cheap." But the words are suppressed and proud.

I only heard one person: "I'll come and play with you twice." Before the words fell, a figure flew into the room. When they looked at him, they saw that the man was twenty-three or four years old, of medium stature, with a ruddy complexion, and a green name.

Qingliu hugged his fists and said: "Please advise Qingshui!" He started before Qingshui, so he called Qingshui his junior brother. Before Qingshui returned the salute, his left hand struck towards the Qingshui surface door with a fist. Qing Shui saw that he was coming fast and fierce, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he put his hand to the side, raised his right palm and cut his wrist. The two of you came and went, and they fought more than ten moves in a short time.

The two of them are in the same department, and the fists and feet martial arts moves they have learned are the same, mainly comparing whose skills are deeper, the machine changes quickly, who does not stick to the old rules, and will use them flexibly in actual combat, and respond on the spot.

Although Qingliu is older, but on the flexibility of the machine is worse than Qingshui, when the two fight to nearly forty moves, Qingshui suddenly shouted, the left fist swayed, the right fist hit Qingliu lower abdomen, Qingliu horizontal fist fight, but Qingshui's right fist is a false move, the fist is only half, then suddenly withdrawn, jumped up, legs chain, flying kick Qingliu, Qingliu did not have time to dodge, the chest was kicked solidly, only to hear the "bang" two sounds, Qingliu's huge body was kicked out of the zhangyu, fell to the ground for half a day and could not get up.