Looking at the fourteen disciples sitting in the Yanwu Hall, Chu Xiuping's already frowning brows were almost crumbled.

If you talk about admiration and loyalty to yourself, these fourteen hairy boys are indeed impeccable, and in terms of moral conduct, they can all be handled, but when it comes to qualifications and abilities, they are really whimpering.

The second disciple Feng Shiyun and Fang Rulan started in the same year, and the hard work and tenacity of the cultivation can be described as Huayang, one of the best, and the foundation is not deep, but it seems that he is born with a lack of roots and tendons, and his reaction is always half a beat slower than ordinary people.

The third disciple Wu Xingfeng's brain is much more flexible, and he is also diligent, but his qualifications and understanding are not half a star, although he has also practiced for more than ten years, but compared with many disciples who have started later, it is not much better.

The fourth disciple Zhang Dongyang took the advantages of the former, his mind was flexible, and his qualifications were also good, but when it came to perseverance and tenacity, it was inevitable that Chu Xiuping would be big for a while.

The fifth disciple Liu Xiaosa is very similar to the senior brother Fang Rulan, but in a fire, in order to cover the junior brother of the same sect, he injured his left arm, and his skills were seriously damaged.

As for the ten disciples in the back, because of the late entry, except for the eighth disciple Liu Piao, almost none of them can reach the level that Huayang Zhengfeng should have, and it is a little difficult to even fly freely, and it is not possible to have any other effect except to embarrass himself.

But in order not to let any of them cut off the incense, the ancestral training stipulates that each of the thirty-two places in Huayang Zhengfeng must send a relatively average number of people, six people in one sect, and the remaining two are supplemented by the new protégés of the Changmen or the heirs of the elders, but in recent years, the Changmen has withered, and the number of elders is scarce, and there are neither heirs nor new protégés, so the extra two places are handed over to the Thunder Gate and the Fire Gate, which have the most disciples today. But at the same time that Shuimen and Tumen were lamenting injustice, Chu Xiuping breathed a sigh of relief, after all, ten years ago, with Fang Rulan, he barely managed to get enough of six people, and if he added one more, he would really not be able to get off the stage.

But what to do now?

"Feng Shiyun, Wu Xingfeng, Zhang Dongyang, Liu Xiaosa. Chu Xiuping ordered four people in a row in one breath, and the expressions of the disciples in the hall also changed from expected with a little schadenfreude to a cold sweat and trembling. Seeing such a scene, Chu Xiu was calm and calm, but he didn't know how to deal with this group of disciples who "couldn't support the wall with mud", and his mouth trembled a little when he opened his mouth to continue to click on the next person.

"Master......" But at this time, Liu Piao, who was the most advantageous among the remaining ten, suddenly spoke cautiously: "Disciple...... disciple has occasionally felt cold recently, and diarrhea is not stopped...... if you reluctantly participate in the competition in three days after this ......, I am afraid that it will ...... I am afraid that it will damage your face...... this precious opportunity....... let it be given to a few senior brothers who started before me!"

After hearing Liu Piao's words, the sixth and seventh disciples glared at him with fiery eyes, and the rest of them cast grateful glances.

And Chu Xiuping, who quietly listened to Liu Piao's stammering speech, closed his eyes with a dejected face.

"The master is unlucky, the master is unlucky!" sighed twice, the eyes that suddenly opened were shining, and the voice that disappeared in front of everyone suddenly appeared behind Liu Piao, and in the surprised and terrifying eyes of everyone, I saw that Liu Piao had flown out of the martial arts hall in a spherical attitude.

His eyes swept towards the silent disciples, and he said coldly: "That's it, plus Liu Piao, there is still one person left, you give me a good practice here, and I will announce the list later!"

Chu Xiuping's fiery voice floated into the martial arts hall, leaving only the trembling crowd huddled together.

The moonlight in early spring and February was still a little cold, but when poured on Chu Xiuping's heart, it did not have the effect of extinguishing the fire at all.

Although the wind gates of the past dynasties were scarce, there were amazing and brilliant people from generation to generation, but when it came to his generation, except for Fang Rulan, who could barely be called able to inherit the incense, almost all of them were waste firewood that could not be used. But even if Fang Rulan can be called a leader in the whole vein of Huayang, he has been cultivating for more than 20 years, and he has not been able to compare with his three successes, and even he has some doubts that he was in the study of the core exercise of the Huayang faction, which can only be taught by Nagato, the Taiqing Linggui Technique, what was done by the head Yao Tianyun, which restricted his progress. However, at this point, he was powerless, and for many reasons, he couldn't completely tear his face with Yao Tianyun. Thinking that the eternal wind gate might come to his hands, it might be declining and decaying like this, and a kind of despair and indignation that he could not meet suddenly came to his heart.

Holding the magic trick in his hand, a pair of shining Tai Chi Dharma imprints appeared in front of him, and pointed like a sword, lightly stabbed, only to see the vast pine forest under the cliff, was pushed out of a huge gap, and the dust raised by the broken branches and trees even covered most of the moonlight.

"Ahh Countless hatreds and unwillingness, like a storm and a tide, beat themselves, overwhelming the world, as if they wanted to swallow everything.

However, at this moment, a soft pipa sound quietly came from behind him.

Such as crying, complaining, resentment, admiration. Like gurgling water, like cool nectar, like a fine breeze, like drifting catkins. Gently covering Chu Xiuping's whole body, making the blood-red eyes slowly fade as usual.

"Daddy!" A light call is to integrate the thousands of charms into one, no matter how determined you are, you can't help but shake your mind: "You have been worrying about my wind door all day long, but now at night you are still frowning and worried, can you tell Meng'er, what is it that makes you like this?"

Chu Xiu turned around slowly, moved his steps lightly, and jumped in front of the girl more than ten steps away in an instant, looking at the white dress and light yarn, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, sighed slightly, scratched the nose that was much taller than himself, and said softly: "Meng'er, you are still young, there are some things, it is better if you don't know." ”

Yes, this pale pink-complexion, soft and lovely girl was as pure as a blank piece of paper, and Chu Xiuping didn't want some dark and heavy topics to tarnish her flawless life.

Even if she doesn't tell her, she will live this life that shouldn't be ordinary in a daze.

"But Daddy, Meng'er is not small anymore......" Chu Yunmeng bit his lip and shook his head, his big eyes revealed a weak but stubborn gaze: "Even my brother said that he would practice immortal arts hard to win glory for his father and mother in the Huayang competition, I am the same age as him, and I should share something for you." ”

"What?" However, listening to the little girl's sensible words of relief, Chu Xiuping not only did not show the slightest joy, but instead had a Chinese face, and became pale: "I haven't taught him any spell moves except for basic luck channeling, where does he ...... him to practice?"

Looking at his father's sharp eyes, Chu Yunmeng immediately reacted that he had said something that he shouldn't have said, which showed that the situation was serious, and he didn't dare to help his brother hide it anymore, so he gritted his teeth and said: " On weekdays, when you go to the martial arts hall to teach the immortals of the senior brothers, my brother pesters my mother to let my mother teach him the immortal arts of the water system, and my mother can't bear it, so he teaches most of the immortal arts of the water system to my brother, and when you return to the house, he runs to the library to read, or goes to the forbidden land of the back mountain to practice without telling his mother, listen to him tell me, he has almost all the immortal arts of the second system of feng shui, and even the runes in the forbidden land are ...... not his opponents!"

"What!" After listening to Chu Yunmeng's short narration, Chu Xiuping's heart seemed to be whistling through a heavy hammer and smashing it hard.

In fact, he had long known that Chu Yunyi had learned most of the two immortal arts, and he was only taught by Lin Wanrong privately, even if he swallowed it, his foundation was superficial, and he couldn't play the full effect, who would have thought that he was actually self-taught by reading the ancient books in the Fengmen Library Pavilion, and those were two concepts that were completely different from the former.

The first head of Fengmen is the most proud disciple of the founder of the Huayang faction, Yuanchen Sanren - Xuanchen Daoren, whose talent and strength are by no means inferior to his teacher, coupled with a wide range of books, and a hobby of traveling, the immortal art cheats stored in the Fengmen Library Pavilion, the cultivation tips and all kinds of books that record the legends of the local customs are simply innumerable, if you can understand three or four out of ten, without the guidance of a famous teacher, you can easily excel among today's Huayang disciples. Chu Xiuping never expected that the young man, who was very similar to him when he was young, would be able to concentrate on the vast ancient books and gain a lot. It can be seen that he will never be inferior to himself in the future.

However, this is exactly what I am most afraid of!

The lawless man who ignored the rules of the Fadu Gate and even refused to enter the forbidden land in the back mountain could be used as a place for daily cultivation, and he had the strength to wipe out the ancestor rune spirit that Fang Rulan was helpless before he left the school. It is estimated that if he lets him go to another vast world, he will definitely cause immeasurable disasters one after another. And if he knows that unspeakable secret, I'm afraid ......

No, absolutely not, he has never seriously taught him immortal arts for eighteen years, and even wasted his excellent talents, just to let him stand out from everyone else and avoid the disaster, but now why is he more afraid, the more worried, the more things are going to happen!

That Qingqi root, that lofty ambition, is it a blessing or a curse?

Suddenly thinking of the two things hidden in the forbidden land of the back mountain, a wave of dizziness surged into his heart, and Chu Xiuping, who was as strong as iron, actually took a step back and planted backwards.

Fortunately, a sudden buoyancy appeared behind him just right, and Lin Wanrong's voice also appeared beside Chu Xiuping from far and near: "Xiuping, misfortune and blessing are relied on, and fortune and misfortune are lurking." Yi'er's talent is indeed rare, and we shouldn't be selfish in deciding his life!"

"But ......" Chu Xiuping turned his head, looked at the delicate and elegant jade face, sighed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Wanrong, you know, we ...... we are powerless to fight him at all, and if we let Yi'er know about those things, I am afraid that we will ......"

"Unseal the ban on the Falling Star Sword, let Yi'er wear it, and do as Senior Brother Long said back then!" Lin Wanrong also lowered her head and said helplessly.

"However, eight years ago, I relied on the warm yang jade that Rulan desperately snatched back, I suppressed the cold poison in Yi'er's body, if I give him the Falling Star Sword again, I am afraid that Senior Brother ...... Long is no longer there, even Yao Tianyun's dog thing will not be able to save Yi'er!" The neat teeth were deeply embedded in Chu Xiuping's slightly thick lips, and a few strands of blood oozed out: "What's more, let Yi'er take the Falling Star Sword to participate in the Huayang Competition, wouldn't it be a door-to-door delivery and self-defeating!"

"Yunmeng, can you go back first, my mother and father are here to discuss some things! And all the words you heard today, don't tell your brother!" Zhi walked the little girl who was listening to the two of them intently, looking at her obedient and distant back, Lin Wanrong said softly: "Xiuping, what do you think Yi'er's talent compares to the two of me!"

"What do you mean?" Chu Xiuping looked at his wife, who usually took the most care of his son, and said in an incredulous tone: "This is not an extraordinary trivial matter, one wrong step, maybe it will be ......"

"But do you think Senior Brother Yao may not know anything about the Falling Star Sword, and that regret and guilt, do you really want to stay in our hearts for the rest of our lives?" Lin Wanrong said, suddenly raising her head slightly: " Those disciples of yours teamed up to put on a good show for you in the Yanwu Hall, isn't it just to give up that precious place to the little junior brother who is the proudest in their hearts besides you, or do you think that the fourth child will resolutely decide to participate without self-awareness, and the remaining few children with strong blood can ignore this opportunity to prove their honor?"

"But......" Chu Xiuping's eyes widened as if he suddenly realized, but that hesitation still didn't go away.

"Everyone, including himself, has achieved this, do you think, can you still refuse?" Lin Wanrong turned around, two slender arms wrapped around the back of Chu Xiuping's neck, and said softly: "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Xiuping, let him go, maybe there will be a lot of things we can't think of in the future!"

In a word, it is a prophecy!

But just when the two of them quietly embraced each other and pondered, a beam of blue light accompanied by a loud sound like a comet piercing the sun, from the back mountain of Qingluan Peak, straight into the sky.

"Not good!"