Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Sound of the Snow Sky Qin
Ding Xiaoyu is a calm person, but he will not become excited because of a sudden reward, so he immediately arched his hand and said aloud: "Thank you, Elder, this is really an unexpected joy." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I will definitely work hard to practice and become the pillar of Yuntian Sword Pavilion in the future. As the saying goes, now I am proud of the Cloud Sky Sword Pavilion, and in the future, the Cloud Sky Sword Pavilion will be proud of me. ”
The bald elder immediately patted Ding Xiaoyu on the shoulder and said, "Okay, let's stop here, I can't see that a sincere disciple like you can still be so eloquent, what a talent." ”
At this time, Ding Xiaoyu immediately stretched out his hand, the meaning was obvious, that is, to ask for the reward he deserved.
"Don't worry, you kid, wait until this competition is over, and then give you the reward money. Next, we won't bet on your performance, you're sorry. ”
The bald elder patted Ding Xiaoyu on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I hope you can do what you can and don't make unnecessary sacrifices." ”
After Ding Xiaoyu expressed his gratitude, he concentrated on calming his luck to heal his injuries, which is strange to say, since refining the spirit fruit in the cave that time, Ding Xiaoyu's physical recovery ability has improved a lot. Coupled with the Dragon Refining Technique that has been practiced for a long time, Ding Xiaoyu's physique is really not comparable to ordinary martial artists.
Since the competition lasted too long, in the interval between the quarterfinals, the rule was that everyone could rest for two hours and eat something.
As far as Ding Xiaoyu knows, the duel between the quarterfinals is carried out in the form of a challenge to win the top spot.
That is, let the top eight sit on the top chair in turn according to the ranking of the previous years, and everyone has two opportunities to challenge, and when everyone's challenge times are used up, the chair they sit on after all, which is the real ranking of this competition.
The cold wind of the winter morning is so bitter, the sky is overcast, and the snow falls in a short time. is so loud that people's hearts become a little cold.
The master of Fengming Peak played the guqin at this moment, and there was an incense burner next to him emitting curling green smoke.
The elders and disciples were all solemn and solemn, quietly listening to the sound of the piano played by Feng Mingfeng.
Patches of white snowflakes filled the void of Fengming Peak, and this area became quite quiet, and the elegant and lofty sound of the piano seemed to be able to reach the deepest part of people's hearts.
Although many people present did not understand the rhythm of the guqin, listening quietly, with such a snowy scene, the inexplicable mood made people a little moved.
"It is worthy of being the peak master, in addition to the unfathomable martial arts, the artistic conception of playing the piano is also profound. Ding Xiaoyu said with sincere admiration.
"Isn't it, it is said that such a master can emit the sound of the piano and sword qi when playing the guqin. And this kind of sword qi is difficult to see compared to ordinary sword qi, but it is more powerful. Zhang Hou said.
Ding Xiaoyu closed his eyes and listened more carefully, not feeling any killing aura, but a very ethereal feeling.
In such an ethereal state, you can think about anything, or you can think about nothing.
As if, Ding Xiaoyu remembered the scene when he was once under the waterfall and had nothing else to worry about. Only when people's hearts are quiet can they recognize themselves and choose the right way forward.
After a long time, the sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the aftermath still lingered in my ears. The heavy snow has not stopped, it is getting heavier and heavier, looking at the mountains in the distance, between the greenery, covered with a layer of snow, so fresh.
"This sect competition, the quarterfinals, according to the previous rules, now we will start to select the chair and challenge!" the bald elder announced loudly.
Since Ding Xiaoyu ranked behind the 200th in last year's competition, he could only choose the eighth place this time.
Ding Xiaoyu glanced at the other seven people, there were three women and four men, all of whom were imposing. And Xu Shaoquan sat on the fourth chair this time, he nodded and smiled at Ding Xiaoyu, in fact, Ding Xiaoyu was able to come this far, which was beyond Xu Shaoquan's expectations, and he was also very pleased.
The funny thing is that Ding Xiaoyu is the last position, and it is impossible for others to challenge him and become the eighth.
If Ding Xiaoyu is satisfied with the status quo and sits like that, then he can watch the whole competition without incident. And Ding Xiaoyu planned to try what kind of strength he could play now, so he decided that after the rankings of the others were basically determined, Ding Xiaoyu would challenge the seventh placer, which was more reliable.
The next duel of swords and swords was quite shocking, Ding Xiaoyu did not deliberately look down on anyone, but learned from these brothers and sisters with a mentality of "stones from other mountains can attack jade".
Half a day later, Xu Shaoquan ranked third, and he has made great progress this year. It must be known that last year, Xu Shaoquan was only ranked tenth, and he was not qualified to enter the quarterfinals.
Ding Xiaoyu suddenly realized that practicing outside the world was much faster than practicing in retreat.
Today, the seventh-ranked person is a woman, using two sharp blades, wearing a green coat, and her body and moves are very fast. The martial arts realm of this woman in Tsing Yi is the second layer of quenching bones, and Ding Xiaoyu feels that she is worse than the previous Senior Brother Xu.
Therefore, Ding Xiaoyu chose the target of the challenge as the sixth place, this person was a handsome red-clothed swordsman holding a narrow war knife. On the back of the knife, there are many serrations, and there are still traces of blood that have not dried up.
Ding Xiaoyu had seen with his own eyes before that the red-clothed swordsman defeated the woman in Tsing Yi in five moves, and the knife technique was extremely fierce, like a flame spreading. However, when the red-clothed swordsman fought with the mustachioed man in fifth place, the first seven moves were very fierce, but he did not defeat the mustachioed man. After that, the situation was reversed, which is why the Red Knife stopped at sixth place.
"This red-clothed swordsman is named Wang Feihong, and his martial arts realm is three layers of quenching bones, if I can catch the seven moves in front of him, then I will be sure of winning. Ding Xiaoyu said in his heart.
Although Ding Xiaoyu has two opportunities to challenge, he can challenge the woman in Tsing Yi first, but Ding Xiaoyu does not have that idle time, he does not have much fighting spirit for the woman in Tsing Yi, and feels that there is no comparable meaning.
"If I can defeat Wang Feihong, I will take the sixth place. If I fail, I'm still in eighth place, so there's nothing to be sorry for. Ding Xiaoyu had already made up his mind in his heart.
"Ding Xiaoyu, you still have two more chances to challenge, and everyone else has already finished the challenge. Will you challenge or stick to eighth place?" asked the bald elder in a loud voice.
"I want to challenge Senior Brother Wang Feihong, who is in sixth place. Ding Xiaoyu said.
Many people were surprised, thinking that Ding Xiaoyu was simply extremely ignorant, according to normal thinking, he used a chance to challenge the seventh place, and if he won, he would challenge the sixth place later. That would be no match for sixth place, but still be able to reach seventh.
In fact, for Ding Xiaoyu, since entering the quarterfinals, Ding Xiaoyu has achieved the goals set in the past. And now, he only has martial arts in his heart, and he doesn't care about rankings.