Chapter 13: The Contest (1)

The Qinglong and White Tiger are worshiped as the protector gods by Taoism, and the Dragon and Tiger Hall of Zixiao Palace is an important place for Wudang disciples to practice martial arts.

The morning sun is rising, the misty morning mist slowly dissipates, and the fairy island in the sea of clouds gradually reveals his majestic and beautiful figure. In front of the Dragon and Tiger Hall of Zixiao Palace under the peak, Yiyun and his brothers sat on the platform, and more than 1,000 disciples of Wudang were arranged in front of the hall according to their masters, and the thirteen disciples who participated in the final competition were at the front. The final competition will adopt the principle of knockout, the winner continues, the loser withdraws; thirteen disciples will be divided into six groups by drawing lots, and one person will take the time to participate in the next round of competition, so that after three rounds is the final competition, and the strongest person will be selected as the successor of the head of the family.

As Dabi presided over Shui Yun to announce the start of the lottery, the thirteen disciples drew lots in turn, with Mitu being the first, and Zhang Tong following closely behind. The two of them successively drew a lot in their hands after saluting Shui Yun, and when they opened their way, it was a "one" word, but Zhang Tong's was blank, the two looked at each other, and Zhang Tong shook his head helplessly and smiled.

When Shui Yun's second disciple Li Tongyun drew lots forward, he saw his lips moving and chanting, "Don't draw those two evil stars, don't draw those two evil stars, otherwise you won't have to play." As he spoke, he shook his body and came to Shui Yun, without opening his eyes, and reached out to draw lots.

Shui Yun put the sign away, stretched out his left hand, slapped Li Tongyun on the head, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, what are you chanting?"

Li Tongyun woke up as if in a dream, stuck out his tongue, and responded with a smile while rubbing the top of his aching head: "Tao Te Ching, master, disciple is reciting the Tao Te Ching of the ancestors." ”

Where is Shui Yun willing to believe, he is very helpless to this disciple who has always been eccentric and naughty and active, this Ziyun is very smart, but he is very stubborn, often making big mistakes and not making small mistakes, how many times he has been taught but it has never worked, but Shui Yun loves it very much, and gradually he will follow him. Now that Shui Yun saw that Li Tongyun was still not in shape, Shui Yun couldn't help but scold: "Stinky boy, if you can't get a good score today, you will be punished for facing the wall for half a year." ”

Li Tongyun was the most active, as soon as he heard that it was still half a year to face the wall, where could he stand such boredom, he immediately looked whole, straightened his chest and responded: "Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely connect the three levels." After speaking, he looked at Shui Yun with a smile.

Shui Yun was so angry with him that he couldn't help it, he stretched out his hand and handed back the lottery box, and at the same time threatened: "Boy, this is what you said, don't regret it, draw lots!"

Li Tongyun stretched out his hand and grabbed a lot, and said nonchalantly: "Master, don't worry, the disciple will do what he says." As he spoke, he unfolded the sign in his hand and looked at it, and saw that he opened his mouth, his face was full of consternation, and then changed it to a bitter gourd face, and said to Shui Yun: "Master, can you take back what you said just now?"

Shui Yun glared at him and scolded angrily: "It's useless, don't embarrass me." ”

Li Tongyun unfolded the sign to Shui Yun and begged helplessly, "Master, it's Senior Brother, the disciple's first opponent is Senior Brother Mitu, where can the disciple win." But it turned out that he had already stolen the signature number of Mitu in the rear.

Shui Yun looked at the word "one" on Li Tongyun's signature, and said helplessly: "If you want to win, it is indeed difficult for you, so let's do it, you will not be defeated within ten moves, and you will pass for the teacher." ”

Li Tongyun was originally overjoyed when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard that he wanted to make ten moves without defeat, he immediately lowered his face again and begged in a low voice: "Master, will you succeed in three moves?"

Shui Yun glared at him and scolded: "No chance, get out! You will be defeated within thirty moves, and you will be punished according to the punishment!"

Where did Li Tongyun dare to say any more, he jumped to the side as if he was fleeing, and muttered in a low voice: "Hmph, I beg the senior brother to go." ”

Zhang Tong drew the empty lot, so he had to turn around and retreat into his queue. As soon as he stood still, he heard two juniors behind him whispering.

One of them said: "Senior Brother Zhang Tong's fast sword is invincible, and he will definitely win in the end." Hearing this, the junior brother was very supportive, and he was grateful.

But I heard another person say: "Not necessarily, Senior Brother Mitu's martial arts are also very high......"

The man just now interrupted: "Hmph! I don't know what he did when he went down the mountain this time, he almost recruited Jinyiwei up the mountain, he violated the door rules, he was not qualified to participate in this competition again, didn't he rely on his master being the head?"

"It's also ......"

The more Zhang Tong listened, the more angry he became, and when he heard that the two of them were going to go on, he immediately turned around and glared at the two of them, and said angrily: "What nonsense!

The two of them were so frightened by him that they shrank their necks and quickly bowed their heads and said nothing.

Zhang Tong glared at the two of them again, calmed down the anger in his heart, and looked back at the martial arts arena, and saw that the twelve senior brothers were divided into six groups according to their opponents, and as Shui Yun loudly announced the "competition begins", the first round of the competition officially began.

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