Chapter 143 The Distraught Uncle Master
This rain lasted for two days and then stopped.
In the past two days, the most talked about topic in the Taoist sect was Chu Huaixu's double cultivation of sword and body, and he was able to make a rain of bullets with his fingers on the ring.
This scene left a very deep impression on all the onlookers at the scene.
Even in the inner sect, there are many senior brothers and sisters discussing.
That day, Liu Chengqi, the son of the deacon, actually secretly watched the competition, hiding among the crowd.
Strictly speaking, Chu Huaixu's "Jili Gulu Bagua Zhang" was taught by him.
As a result, the opponent was already a prodigy, and with just one move, he became invincible in the first few rounds of the competition!
"And me? I'm still a waste with a damaged spiritual fetus."
Liu Chengqi was devastated and felt very envious in his heart.
He had also thought that if his spiritual fetus had not been damaged, would he have been able to shine in this East Continent competition with his talent as a high-grade spiritual fetus?
It’s a pity, there is no if.
In a small courtyard in Yaoshan, Niu Yuanshan looked at the drizzle outside the window with a somewhat complicated mood.
"Chu Huaixu can actually reach this point?" He was completely unexpected.
Originally, he only hoped that this newcomer in the [organization] could perform well and become familiar with the senior leaders of the Taoist sect.
But just yesterday, even Ji Sikong, who was initially the most optimistic about the outer sect, was defeated by him.
Suddenly, he became the favorite to win the first prize and a real man of the hour!
Lao Niu was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night long yesterday.
Some ideas that seemed unrealistic, but actually somewhat possible, were constantly swirling in his mind.
"What if... Chu Huaixu can win the title?"
When he thought of this, he was so excited that he wanted to tremble!
In the Moon Kingdom, the leader of the Xizhou Competition must be the Crown Prince of Rui, if nothing else.
"His strength, I heard, is like being crushed in the same realm."
In this way, once Chu Huaixu wins, then the so-called [East-West Continent Competition] will eventually become the final meeting of our Chinese people!
"If these fools in Dongzhou knew the truth, I don't know how they would react! Hahaha!"
His face turned red just thinking about it, his heart beat faster, and his breathing became faster.
In fact, until now, Niu Yuanshan could not figure out how the pseudo-spiritual fetus in the past had transformed into the most eye-catching genius of the Taoist sect.
Since Chu Huaixu went up the mountain, Lao Niu followed the third article of the "Admonishment" and slapped himself countless times.
Now, he feels a little regretful.
He knows very little about Chu Huaixu at this stage.
Since the start of the Dongzhou Competition, he has been collecting all kinds of gossip about him every day.
The shock he brought to Niu Yuanshan can be said to be different in every round.
For some reason, he still feels proud. In Lao Niu's heart, Chu Huaixu will always be the most special one, because he is his comrade.
As Yue Guo Xizuo, who also has a mission, he really regards him as a junior in the family.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he even began to hesitate whether to call him home for dinner.
"Well, the child of Shuangsheng can also call us together."
Although the practice of "if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog" is not popular in the spiritual world, doesn't it still depend on the man's own ability?
Hand done properly, let your woman be willing to commit treason and be used by me! There have been people in [Organization] who have accomplished such brilliant achievements!
While he was thinking wildly, the servant in the courtyard knocked on his door.
"What's the matter?" Niu Yuanshan opened the door and asked.
"Sir Deacon, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this is the Erlang wine sent by Chu Huaixu." The servant said, carrying two jars of fine wine.
"Where are the others?"
"Reply to the deacon, he has already gone back and said that he still needs to concentrate on preparing for the Dongzhou Competition, so he won't bother you anymore." The busboy replied calmly, "Okay, give me the wine, you go down." Lao Niu took the wine jar.
This was not an expensive gift, but he still touched the child's heart.
Lao Niu has been working as an undercover agent in the Dao Sect alone for many years. He is dedicated and diligent, and has been nicknamed Ru Ziniu. He has worked all the way to the position of deacon.
He has no family, no Taoist companions, and no heirs.
Even when junior sister Mo Qingmei and Mo Qingmei, whom they were in love with, confessed to him, he cruelly refused.
Sheng Yuanshan knew that he was not very capable and did not want to drag her down.
During the holidays, he would actually be a little sad and lonely.
Just like today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon hangs high, but so what?
Even if there are a few months in a foreign country, there is not a lamp at home.
He is, after all, a meticulous artist who is incompatible with this place.
But these two jars of wine today made him feel relieved.
A bit reluctant to drink.
Inner gate, the view of a gentleman.
After Xu Ziqing ran through "The Art of Raising Swords" once, he slowly opened his eyes.
He has a full schedule every day now.
He has to practice the secret method passed down by his uncle, he also needs to practice sword cultivation, he also needs to practice the Ice Muscle and Jade Bone Heart method, and he also has to practice various techniques...
Every day is very fulfilling, and he can feel that his strength is gradually getting stronger.
Jiang Zhi sat aside, glanced at him and said, "You seem to be a little distracted today."
Xiao Xu was a little nervous after being seen through, but still boldly asked: "Uncle, I wonder if I can leave the inner gate for a while today."
"Oh? Why?" asked the uncle in white robe.
“Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.” Xu Ziqing replied.
"But as far as I know, you no longer have any family." Jiang Zhi spoke as directly as ever.
Unexpectedly, Xu Ziqing looked up at him at this moment, with a serious look in his eyes, and replied:
"Uncle, I have a family."
Jiang Zhi looked at him for a while, remaining silent.
After a long time, he seemed to understand something.
"That's all, go ahead, but you haven't finished today's homework. You only have one hour." He said.
"Yes! Thank you, my uncle!" The young man was happy and stood up immediately, walking briskly.
"Wait, put the sword here, don't take it with you." Jiang Zhi ordered aloud.
Xu Ziqing didn't think too much and just obeyed.
Looking at the young man who disappeared in a flash, Jiang Zhi was also a little distracted.
The sun is going down and the Mid-Autumn Festival moon is about to rise.
He looked out the window and murmured to himself:
"Senior brother, senior sister, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again."
The gentleman looked at the younger junior brother of the previous generation with a lonely tone and calm eyes.
After he finished saying this, he was silent for a long time, and then stood up.
"That's it, let's go see the lunatic first, and then go and get together with the juniors."
Jiang Zhi walked to a separate courtyard, then opened the door, and said:
"Fifth senior brother, the junior brother is here to see you."
On the other side, the outer gate, Medicine Mountain.
Chu Huaixu took the unprecedented step of cooking in person, allowing Han Shuangjiang to have a taste of his craftsmanship today.
But the lazy guy only cooked one dish, and he would not cook more.
While the two of them were busy, Xu Ziqing hurried back.
As soon as he returned home, he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother! Senior Sister Han!"
"Back." The two of them raised their heads and didn't say much, just smiled.
Obviously just a few minutes ago, they were still talking about whether Xiao Xu could go home.
Chu Huaixu naturally began to assign jobs to Xiao Xu, and the young man was as usual, extremely self-conscious and had a job in his eyes.
The sumptuous meal was quickly prepared, and the three of them sat down at the wooden table.
Chu Huaixu even opened a jar of wine and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't we all drink some?"
To his surprise, neither Han Shuangjiang nor Xu Ziqing refused, and they were both obviously good drinkers.
But it makes sense to think about it. Sister Han is regarded as a future courtesan in Hongxiu Zhao. How could she not learn to drink? This is a compulsory course.
Xu Ziqing is a young swordsman. It is normal for such a famous family to drink.
The three of them all picked up their wine glasses, clinked their glasses with a smile, and drank it all in one gulp.
They can all be said to have no father or mother, and no longer have any blood relatives.
But today there is also a sense of joy and family reunion.
Han Shuangjiang has no relatives and was sold away by his parents since he was a child. He has never experienced the warmth of home in so many years.
Chu Huaixu is a lonely time traveler. Even on earth, he has no family since his mother passed away.
Xu Ziqing's family suffered a sudden change, leaving him helpless and without roots.
Perhaps, the three of them living a good life are really better than anything else.
The three young people just ate food, drank and chatted like this.
Unconsciously, I feel a little greedy.
Jiang Zhi only gave Xu Ziqing an hour of free time, so he consciously got up early at the dinner table and washed the dishes first.
Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang were still sitting at the table, drinking together.
Da Bingkuan's face was slightly flushed, he held his chin with one hand, and his eyes were a little bit blurred after drinking.
The cold feeling dissipated instantly, and it was so beautiful.
Today is the happiest day for her in these years.
She no longer feels that the excitement of this festive season belongs to others.
"I also have my own excitement." She raised her eyes, glanced at Chu Huaixu who was sitting opposite, and said in her heart.
Xu Ziqing, after washing the dishes, wiped his wet hands, trotted over and said, "Brother, Senior Sister Han, I have to go back first. I still have some unfinished homework for today."
"Well, go ahead." Chu Huaixu waved his hand and did not try to persuade him.
Xiao Xu looked back three times with each step, still a little reluctant to leave.
Every time he turned around, he could see the sitting Chu Huaixu raising his arm and waving to him, until the young man's figure disappeared into the night.
At the dinner table, he looked at the girl sitting opposite and asked, "Are you still drinking?"
What he drank today was spiritual wine. Although the grade was not high and the price was not expensive, it was not like ordinary fine wine. A monk could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Chu Huaixu could tell that Han Shuangjiang was already weak.
The big ice cube seems to have melted now, and the sitting posture is a bit lazy.
In fact, the toes of both feet under the table will be raised from time to time, and then the two feet will be bumped lightly.
She rarely showed a bit of girlish coquettishness, raised two fingers, marked a distance, and said:
"Drink...this much again?"
But she quickly retracted her little hand.
"Isn't that a bit too much?" Chu Huaixu responded with a smile, poured her wine, and then filled it for himself.
After the two took a sip, she raised her head to admire the moon.
"The moon tonight is so beautiful." Han Shuangjiang was very excited about talking tonight and sighed.
Chu Huaixu didn't respond, just looked at her with a smile.
She actually noticed him looking at her out of the corner of her eye,
But the more this happened, the more she pretended to look at the moon.
“You’ve been looking at it for so long, haven’t you seen enough yet?” Chu Huaixu asked with a smile.
"Then have you seen enough?" Han Shuangjiang said with some embarrassment.
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