The sixth senior brother Chang Jinping's disciple was annoyed that he refused to worship his own branch, and the junior brother became a senior uncle, and this matter was often teased by other disciples, everyone was angry for the master, and they also felt that their faces were gloomy, and the older ones could bear it, but when they saw Lin Gongyu bypassing, the younger ones felt humiliated and filled with righteous indignation, and they didn't speak or salute when they saw him. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lin Gongyu didn't care about these, but no one played with him, he couldn't help but be lonely in his heart, and his thoughts about Gao Qi and Li Qingshi were increasing day by day, and he sat alone on the edge of the back mountain in his spare time, looking at the peaks of Longhu Mountain stretching, connecting with the sky, long white clouds, clear blue sky, I don't know when I can reunite with Gao and Li.

Summer is over and autumn is coming, autumn is coming to winter, Lin Gongyu has been in the field for three months, and in seven days it will be the annual martial arts competition of the disciples of the Shangqing faction. This is the rule handed down from the tenth generation of heavenly masters, where the three generations and four generations of disciples of the Shangqing faction, each season in spring, summer and autumn has a small competition, the disciples of each branch of the vein compete in the martial arts in the view, in winter, scattered in various places of the Taoist temple directors together with the winners in the small competition of the view of the Qing Dynasty to participate in the big competition, choose the Taoist martial arts to stay in the Shangqing Palace to study the upper level of the Shangqing school's martial arts.

For a few days in a row, several of Lingxu's junior disciples looked back one after another, and when they learned that the little junior brother Gao Qi had just left, they all felt regretful, and they all saw Lin Gongyu, the closed disciple of Lingxu, and they all praised it in unison.

When it comes to the main day, the first day of the literary comparison, and the Taoist examination, Lin Gongyu is a lay disciple, and the entry time is short, so he will not participate. On the second day of the martial arts, the disciples of the monks and laymen were all involved. By the time Lin Gongyu entered, the sun had already set westward, and compared to him was Zhao Xihua, the youngest disciple of the sixth senior brother, who was fourteen years old this year, and was a lay disciple who had been in the beginners for two years. Those young disciples had already complained about Lin Gongyu's apprenticeship with Lingxu, and the six disciples of Lingxu were especially unconvinced, and now they were competing with him in martial arts, thinking about how to make him ugly.

Master Zu was present, Zhao Xihua honestly bowed to Lin Gongyu according to the rules, Lin Gongyu bowed slightly and returned the salute, and each pulled out his long sword. The door rules of the Shangqing faction, the elders and the younger generations make moves, and the elders should make the first move. In March, Lin Gongyu only learned one set of Tianmen swordsmanship, which was the entry martial arts of the Shangqing faction, and everyone knew it.

Lin Gongyu pinched a sword trick backwards with his left hand, stabbed the long sword in his right hand obliquely upward, bent his left leg, and the golden rooster was independent, which was the first move of Tianmen swordsmanship. Zhao Xihua sneered slightly, arched his left leg back, stretched his right leg forward, bent up slightly, held the sword in his arms with both hands, stood on his side, and posed in a moon-hugging pose, which was the nemesis of this move to the point. If Lin Gongyu learned all the swordsmanship of the Shangqing School, he naturally knew that this move was halfway to the point, so he should pick back the tip of the sword, use the moon style, and stab the opponent's ribs, which naturally resolved this move. But where did Lin Gongyu know, a sword stabbed out, the sword pointed at Zhao Xihua's left arm, Zhao Xihua's long sword was dotted, and then stabbed under Lin Gongyu's ribs, Lin Gongyu was not in a hurry to return to the sword at this time, so he had to bend his right leg on the ground and roll, avoiding this sword, and his appearance was already embarrassed.

In fact, if Lin Gongyu didn't roll for a while, Zhao Xihua wouldn't dare to really stab him, but he was in a hurry, except to avoid this sword, he didn't have anything else to think about, and he couldn't care if he was embarrassed or not. Lin Gongyu got up from the ground, held a long sword in his hand, raised his knee and stabbed straight, and then lunged down to split, this move was a one-man move. Zhao Xihua's body side, the long sword under Lin Gongyu's sword, made a move to look at the sword, the left palm was swung out, slapped Lin Gongyu's chest, Lin Gongyu was shocked, I don't know how to resolve it, if you roll again, the shame is still second, if Zhao Xihua makes up for a kick, or the long sword splits, he can't dodge, he is in a hurry, his right hand is loose, the long sword falls to the ground, both hands quickly grab Zhao Xihua's left hand, pull it into his arms, and the two people immediately collide together. Zhao Xihua had to throw away the long sword, pushed his right hand on Lin Gongyu's right shoulder, and raised his knee to slam on his lower abdomen, Lin Gongyu was in pain, fell to the ground, and ate a mouthful of soil. As soon as his body hit the ground, the cold poison that had not occurred for a long time suddenly became ill, and his whole body was cold and cold, plus the abdominal pain was unbearable, and he cried out. Seeing this, Chang Jinping, the sixth disciple of Lingxu, said angrily: "Xihua, how can you be so rude to your uncle?"

Zhao Xihua felt aggrieved in his heart and retorted: "Master, he grabbed my hand first, and the disciple couldn't, so he ...... Just ......" Chang Jinping was even more angry in his heart, and said: "You still talk back, if the enemy should be like this, learn from the same door, how can you be this killer, if you are stronger in martial arts, don't you want the life of your uncle this time?" Lin Gongyu lost two moves, and the little Taoist priest who had always come to see him was happy to hear it, and when he saw him so embarrassed, they all gloated on the side, and after listening to Chang Jinping's words, he immediately stopped laughing.

A disciple of Chong Yuanzi, a great disciple of Lingxu, stepped forward to help Lin Gongyu, only to see that his face was covered with dust, his mouth was muddy, his whole body trembled, his palm touched his skin and suddenly felt very cold, and he hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve and hugged him to Lingxu's side. Lingxu loved this little disciple very much, and when he saw this, he knew that it was cold poison, so he hurriedly took out a golden pill from his arms and fed it to him. Lin Gongyu took the pill, and gradually felt that the cold had subsided slightly, and he could barely stand. Lingxu took his hand and said, "Yu'er, you're fine, very good. Lin Gongyu didn't know why he was defeated, but the master said that it was very good, but when he saw Lingxu's kind face, his tears stopped. Chang Jinping felt guilty in his heart, and said to Lingxu: "Master, the disciples have no way, and I ask the master to punish him." Lingxu said: "In the competition of martial arts, it is inevitable that there will be some damage." That's all for today, Colonel. ”