Chapter 82: Empty Sign
Both of them have lost their spiritual power and are just competing in swordsmanship.
When the long sword in Ning Fusang's hand thrust out, the tip of the sword trembled, and the cold light flickered, like reflecting the light of a star, making it difficult to see where the sword tip was attacking.
Shen Tu Lei was proud and complacent, so he did not dodge out of the way, but met the sword head on.
"My spiritual power has been exhausted, but these two people are still fighting hard to separate each other. The battle for the first prize is really exciting!"
"There have been three days of competition among the outer sects, and today is the most exciting day. Who do you think will be the leader?"
"It must be Shen Tu Lei! His sword power is as fast as thunder. Looking from a distance, you can feel the powerful energy contained in it."
"Shen Tu Lei has gained a little reputation when he was in the outer sect, and everyone is recognized as having excellent swordsmanship. In a pure competition of swordsmanship, few people can beat him."
"No matter who is first and who is second, what is certain is that both of them have very solid basic skills in swordsmanship. This is a visual feast."
"The level of kendo attainments are similar. In the end, it should come down to who has better endurance. From this point of view, I also think Shen Tu Lei will win."
The disciples watching the battle expressed their opinions. Generally speaking, there were more people supporting Shen Tu Lei.
Ning Fusang's long sword spun around, and the sword's edge changed direction, which was unparalleled. Shen Tu Lei's eyes widened slightly, and he took a few steps back. His sleeve was still scratched with a long gash by the sharp black iron sword.
Before Shen Tu Lei could catch his breath, Ning Fusang raised his long sword, held it in a sword flower, and stabbed straight at him.
Her sword move was flying and sharp, and it was in front of Shen Tu Lei in the blink of an eye. Shen Tu Lei's breath shortened, and his body reacted faster than his brain. He had already raised his sword to block. Ning Fusang's face was emotionless, and he raised the black iron sword upwards, and at the same time, his body Gently tilt it to one side and push the sword with your palm.
Shen Tu Lei felt his palms numb as the black iron sword flew out and hit the barrier around the ring.
The crowd was silent and silent.
Until the headmaster announced that the first place winner in the outer sect competition was Ning Fusang, Shen Tu Lei still couldn't recover.
The three-day outer sect competition has ended and the dust has settled. The top ten people from the inner sect, Ning Fusang, Shen Tu Lei, Xu Qiu, Yan Fuyu, Ying Xiliu, Xu Jianjia, Ke Rong, Xin Yi, Sun Ling, and Qi Shuangshuang, can all choose one in the teacher selection ceremony tomorrow. An elder became a disciple and became his direct disciple.
The bright moon is quiet and bright, and its light is like water, all over the somewhat empty and lonely Wuyuan.
Ning Fusang sacrificed the sword heart diagram, fed Yu Zangjian a hundred spiritual stones, and then put it away.
The total number of spiritual stones obtained from Xie Diating last time, plus some of the spiritual stones resold, amounted to about six thousand.
The supplies Ning Fusang received from Taiyuan Palace every month and the spiritual stones he originally had totaled about 800.
She is quite wealthy now, and it is more than enough to keep a sword.
As for the broken light sword, it was kept in the Dantian to absorb spiritual power, so she did not need to deliberately feed it with spiritual stones.
Ning Fusang noticed that the light-shattering sword's aura was stronger than before, and it was vaguely close to a third-order spiritual sword.
But spiritual weapons are different from magical weapons. Magical weapons have no definite level. According to their quality, they can be divided into upper, middle and lower grades. However, it is a very vague concept and there is no clear dividing line.
The grade of a spiritual weapon is basically fixed. If you want to advance, unless you encounter some great fortune, the probability of simply using spiritual power to nourish it is less than one in ten million.
Therefore, Ning Fusang didn't think that the light-breaking sword's aura was much stronger than before, so it would advance.
The soft snow fell silently all over the mountain.
When the first ray of sunlight shone down from the clouds, the snow had not stopped yet. A transparent barrier opened above Kaiyangfeng Square to block the wind and snow.
Amidst the solemn and majestic bells, colorful birds flew to the high platform with flower baskets in their mouths.
In front of each elder's seat, there is a flower head piled with flowers. In the center of the flower head, there is a flower stick carved from bamboo wood.
According to the practice of the Nanxing Sword Sect, elders who are willing to accept a disciple will write on the flower lot the person they want to choose as a disciple.
If the top ten disciples write this elder on their flower lots, they will become master and disciple.
If the flower lot is only one-way, the disciple will choose another flower lot among all the elders who have chosen him or her to become a disciple.
Ning Fusang is in the first place, one step behind is Shen Tu Lei on the left, and Xiao Qiu on the right. The remaining seven disciples were one step behind and lined up in a row.
Xiaoqiu looked back at Xu Jianjia with a look of sadness on her face: "Why can't one elder accept two disciples at the same time?"
She wants to be with her own lady.
Someone in the team snorted and said nothing, but what he wanted to express was clearly demonstrated.
There are only ten disciples who can choose which elder to become their disciples, but the number of elders that Nanxing Sword Sect can accept as disciples is far more than this number.
If an elder can choose multiple times, the other elders can only choose from the remaining thirty people. But who doesn’t want to choose a disciple among the top ten?
Therefore, an elder can only choose at most one disciple among the top ten disciples.
Those who do not choose a disciple will either have to wait for the next outer sect competition, or choose a disciple among the ten outsiders.
Ke Rong glanced at Xiaoqiu and Xu Jianjia, not quite understanding why they had to get together. Even though Xu Qiu was once Xu Jianjia's maid, now they are both disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect and their statuses are equal.
Xu Qiu still calls Xu Jianjia "Miss" in private.
The things brought from the world have not been erased.
Sensing Ke Rong's probing gaze and seeming to know what he was thinking, Xu Jianjia tilted her eyes, looked at him and said, "I didn't force my Xiaoqiu."
There was an unnatural look on Ke Rong's face that his thoughts had been revealed.
He sneered twice and turned his head.
The elders and disciples of the sect arrived one after another and took their seats.
Shen Yuanxi took out the flower sticks from the flower bud for his master. Yu Wanwu gently touched it with his palm, and a hazy layer of fog shrouded it, making it difficult to see the words clearly.
He flicked his fingers, and the bamboo stick fell steadily back into the flower holder, and was blocked by a snow-white pear blossom.
Gu Pingsheng is the tutor of this new generation of disciples, so his position is only slightly below the head teacher Shen Hongxue.
Yang Ruo held the bouquet and asked curiously: "Master, Junior Sister Ning, Junior Sister Xiaoqiu, Junior Sister Xu and Ke Rong are all in the top ten. Whose name will you leave on the bouquet?"
Gu Pingsheng raised his hand, and Yang Ruo quickly handed over the flower sign with both hands. He stretched his neck to peek, but saw nothing.
"It's only a few quarters of an hour away, why is Master so mysterious?" He muttered in his heart.
Below, the sect's senior sister Li Jinzhen distributes rewards to the top ten disciples of the inner sect.
"Congratulations to Junior Sister Ning for winning the first place." Li Jinzhen smiled and congratulated, and personally handed the reward that belonged to the leader to Ning Fusang.
The leader's reward is the most generous, a bottle of Rejuvenating Pill and a bottle of Rejuvenating Pill, with nine pills each. The Po Yuan Pill that helps break through the realm is even more precious, with only one pill.
In addition to the elixirs, there are also three bottles of sword-nurturing spiritual springs, a palm-sized sword-sharpening stone with a blue frost pattern produced from Baoshen Mountain, three thousand spiritual stones, three thousand sect contribution points and a token.
There are three points of aura in the token, which means that with this token, you can enter Yunling Valley to practice three times.
Ning Fusang accepted his reward and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Jinzhen."
Li Jinzhen nodded slightly, walked to the side and handed out the second place reward to Shen Tu Lei. "Thank you, senior sister."
The thirty disciples behind him had envious faces and whispered to each other.
"I didn't expect that this year, Senior Sister Chima would personally distribute rewards to everyone. If I had known, I would have worked harder!"
"I really want to hear Senior Sister Chima say congratulations to me! This is the hidden reward for being ranked among the top ten in the inner sect."
Jiang Xin stood in the crowd, raised her eyes slightly, and saw the woman dressed in white brocade without any lines, like a jade tree and qionghua piled with snow, with a noble spirit and no worldly thoughts.
Ordinary inner sect disciples will be rewarded with nothing but a thousand spirit stones and a thousand sect contribution points.
Jiang Xin picked up the storage bag on the tray and held it tightly. She had never had so many spirit stones, and she thought she would be very happy, but she found that when she held a thousand spirit stones, she felt particularly calm.
After the rewards are distributed, the highlight of the ceremony is the selection of teachers with flower lots.
Ning Fusang looked at the flower sign in his hand and quickly returned it without thinking too much.
Shen Tu Lei glanced at her in surprise, as if he didn't expect that she would make a decision so quickly. However, Shen Tu Lei also understood that generally speaking, if a new student enters the top ten, they will choose to teach under their own teacher.
So she doesn't need to think too much.
Shen Tulei guessed that Gu Pingsheng's name was left on Ning Fusang's flower sign.
He looked away and thought carefully about which elder's title he should write. In fact, he could choose the wife who took him under his wing. However, after so many years, that little affection has long been worn away, so he still has to be more cautious. Think about it.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Tu Lei finally left the title of the elder he wanted to become his disciple on the flower lot.
In fact, if he writes to this elder, he may not get what he wants, and his name may not be on the other party's flower sign.
On the contrary, when it comes to the second round of teacher selection, his choice range is clearer.
The ten flower sticks were taken back and placed in front of the real person in charge, Shen Hongxue.
Yang Ruo rubbed his hands nervously: "Master, will Junior Sister Ning choose you?"
Liang Heng looked at him with a smile: "I didn't expect that the relationship between Junior Brother Yang Ruo and Junior Sister Ning would become so good."
He remembered that Yang Ruo was reluctant to see Ning Fusang before.
Gu Pingsheng asked in return: "How do you know that her name is on my flower sign?"
Yang Ruo was slightly startled, yes, he still didn't know whose name was on the master's flower draw.
"Then Master, is Junior Sister Ning's name on your flower sign?"
Gu Pingsheng straightened his sleeves and said calmly: "No."
"Ning Fusang's flower sign will not be my name, so why should I waste this flower sign?"
If there was a one-tenth chance that Ning Fusang would choose him, Gu Pingsheng would be willing to accept her as his disciple.
She is indeed a good learner of swordsmanship.
She has both talent and hard work. If Ning Fusang is willing to worship him as his master, it will be a matter of time before he surpasses his two apprentices, Liang Heng and Yang Ruo.
But Gu Pingsheng had taken her with her for three years and knew that her temperament would not choose him. But if Gu Pingsheng really had to guess, he really couldn't guess which elder's name was on Ning Fusang's flower lot.
Yang Ruo scratched his ears in confusion: "How does Master know that Junior Sister Ning will not choose you? She is very respectful to Master."
Gu Pingsheng looked at him like a fool and shook his head helplessly.
Liang Heng said: "The results of the lottery will be announced soon, just listen, junior brother."
Yang Ruo had no choice but to put away her doubts and nodded.
Shen Hongxue picked up the first flower sign on the left, looked down at it, her expression changed slightly, then turned the flower sign over, and gradually frowned.
This strange look fell into the eyes of everyone, and everyone was a little confused.
"Which elder's name is on the flower lot? Why is Headmaster Shen so embarrassed?"
"I feel itchy like a cat scratching my head. It would be great if I could let me do it for the announcement of the flower lottery results some year."
"Go, go, elder Gu should be the one to do it for you."
"..."
Shen Hongxue listened to the quarrel among the elders, sighed, held the flower sign, and disappeared in one step.
"Huh? Why did Headmaster Shen go down?"
"I have been cultivating Taoism for many years, and my ordinary mind has died, but this curiosity cannot be extinguished. Now I am really curious about what is written on the flower bouquet."
"Elder Gu, Ning Fusang is your student. Didn't she leave your name?"
A beautiful woman in a purple brocade skirt took back her flower sign and said quietly: "The name on my flower sign is hers. It looks like it will be invalid."
Gu Pingsheng faced pressure from all directions without changing his expression: "Don't ask anymore, I really don't know which elder Ning Fusang will keep his name on."
He revealed to everyone: "The name on my flower sign is the name of another student. I will not compete with you to be the leader, don't worry."
Everyone then let Gu Pingsheng go and looked towards the square.
The man's gray-blue robes were billowing, and he wore a dark red jade crown. He was dressed solemnly and solemnly. He stood in front of Ning Fusang and asked warmly: "Why didn't you leave your name on the flower draw?"
Hearing this, Shen Tu Lei, Xu Qiu, and the several disciples behind him all looked at Ning Fusang with a flash of surprise in their eyes.
The girl's figure is tall and handsome, like a lone pine among the cliffs. She is neither humble nor arrogant and replies: "Among the thirty-three peaks, there is no swordsmanship that the disciple is pursuing."
Ning Fusang's thirty-three peaks cover all the elders, including those present and those not present. Therefore, it was not because the master she wanted to choose was not in the sect, but because she was within the sect and she did not want to accept anyone as her master.
Shen Tu Lei's eyes widened. She must be crazy. She was so wild and arrogant. She dared to speak about the swordsmanship of the Thirty-Three Peaks, but not a single one of her could catch his eye.
Shen Hongxue was surprised by her answer and was not angry. Instead, she gently advised: "The treatment of direct disciples and inner disciples is different. Have you thought about it, do you really want to give up this reward?"
Ning Fusang did not hesitate: "Disciple has thought clearly and voluntarily gave up the reward of becoming a disciple."
She was so decisive and didn't even think about it, which made Shen Hongxue feel a little bit difficult.
The leader of the outer sect's competition has not become a direct disciple. It is inappropriate to spread the word. But this is Ning Fusang's reward, and she does have the right to choose to give up.
The sect has never had this precedent, but it does not mean that it is against the rules.
After thinking about it, Shen Hongxue came up with a compromise.
(End of chapter)