Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 134 Sensible

Lin Qingyue felt that she was deceived by the appearance of this young man named Ji Fuyou!

She had initially held back a bit, seeing the young man's frail appearance. However, she hadn't expected that he was deliberately letting her see the surface; in reality, he was swift, accurate, and ruthless in the fight, nearly forcing Lin Qingyue off the stage.

The young man didn't care about any sword moves at all. As long as he could hit the person, it was fine. The main thing was to be fast, accurate and ruthless. Then he raised a wooden sword and slashed at Lin Qingyue regardless.

Lin Qingyue: ...

Too fierce! Too fierce! Too fierce!

What on earth was the reason that made her meet this reckless young man in the second competition?

Or did she not check the almanac before going out today?

Another sword came crashing down, but Lin Qingyue dodged the wooden sword. A white streak formed where the sword had passed.

Lin Qingyue had reason to suspect that if she had not dodged that sword move just now, she would have been eliminated by now.

"Jianfeng, it's rare." Zhong Jingzhi raised a smile, and the cold aura dissipated.

Ying Changhuan came over curiously, flew his sword, and spun around. He found a good spot to watch and stopped.

"Wow! I didn't expect that the second time Lin Qingyue encountered such a tough guy. I wonder if they are interested in Wurong Peak."

"Have you finished your daily sword training?"

Zhong Jingzhi's smile disappeared and he put on a cold expression again.

"Oh my! Senior Brother Zhong, your smile just now was so beautiful!"

"No interruption."

"There's no rush to practice swordplay! I'm not in the bottom 100 this month anyway, so don't worry!"

Zhong Jingzhi didn't get angry when she heard this, she just said, "But this morning when the cock crowed, I saw Xu Yang practicing sword on the top of the mountain!"

"What! He actually went to practice swordplay! Didn't we agree not to practice swordplay together? Ahhh! Senior Brother Zhong, I can't accompany you anymore. I have to go practice swordplay! Sooner or later, I will surpass that guy Xu Yang!"

Ying Changhuan turned into a sword light and disappeared into the horizon. Zhong Jingzhi suppressed the smile on his lips and focused his gaze on the ring.

The two people on the stage seemed to be exhausted, looking at each other warily.

……

Lin Qingyue was not actually seriously injured. The most seriously injured was the young man in black, whose clothes were covered in blood and dyed red.

If Lin Qingyue is good at many other moves and has a physique that is stronger than that of Qi training.

All the young man had was a lonely and courageous persistence and the initial formation of sword style.

The wind blades generated by the sword wind also forced Lin Qingyue to be cautious.

In the calm, the young man opposite still looked world-weary.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Fuyou appeared in front of Lin Qingyue and raised the wooden sword to stab Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue reacted quickly to dodge the attack, then quickly kicked the boy in the heart.

Ji Fuyou didn't dodge and moved his body backward fiercely. But just when he was about to fall off the ring, he grabbed the edge of the ring tightly.

Lin Qingyue, who was chasing after him, stabbed Ji Fuyou's hand that was holding the edge of the ring with his sword without any hesitation.

The sound of broken bones rang in Lin Qingyue's ears, and the corners of Lin Qingyue's mouth twitched.

"Brother, you can't beat me, so why bother getting yourself injured? You might as well save your strength for the next opponent!"

The young man in black lowered his eyes, as if thinking about what Lin Qingyue said, his pale lips parted.

"What you said... makes sense, I—"

Suddenly, a pressure came and Lin Qingyue was almost dragged down by Ji Fuyou.

But Ji Fuyou also returned to the ring with the power that Lin Qingyue had just burst out.

The wooden sword slashed across, carrying Lin Qingyue's anger.

Ji Fuyou dodged by turning his head, and bent down to attack Lin Qingyue's arm which had not yet fully healed.

Because he noticed that every time Lin Qingyue swung the sword, she would deliberately avoid her left hand, and her reaction would stagnate for a moment when he attacked her left side.

But this moment is enough.

When Lin Qingyue saw Ji Fuyou coming towards her left arm, she secretly said "not good" and then Ji Fuyou took advantage of the opportunity and fell onto the stage.

"Sister Qingyue!" Wen Lingyun in the audience looked anxious, and Shi Jingbai next to her had already covered her eyes and refused to look at them.

There’s no need to worry so much, Lin Qingyue thought as he fell off the ring.

The ending seemed to be doomed. Seeing Ji Fuyou's relaxed expression, Lin Qingyue hugged Ji Fuyou in an instant.

The two landed.

"Lin Qingyue wins."

Zhong Jingzhi watched Lin Qingyue climb up from Ji Fuyou's body, and then tried to pull the boy on the ground but was waved away.

Lin Qingyue knew that he was angry, so he didn't try to comfort him and walked straight towards Wen Lingyun, Shi Jingbai and the others.

"Sister Qingyue, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just apply some medicine on the wound."

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Fu Weisheng looked at the silent boy and comforted him.

"It's okay, there's still one more game."

The two men looked at each other.

Fu Weisheng didn't say anything, and she didn't know what to say.

Until a yellow-skinned boy pulled them apart and said impatiently: "Why are you blocking the road? Don't you know to go to a place where there are no people?"

Fu Weisheng subconsciously stepped back, but Ji Fuyou did not step back, but walked to her side.

Wang Bielin looked at Fu Weisheng with a wary look.

"Are you here to take part in the entrance exam as well?"

Fu Weisheng: "No."

Ji Fuyou glanced at Wang Bielin with impatience in his eyes.

"So you are it?"

Wang Bielin felt Ji Fuyou's gaze and turned to look at him.

"Wait a minute, I'll get off the court and we'll have a fight?"

Without caring whether Ji Fuyou agreed or not, he walked straight to the ring.

……

Fu Weisheng: "Do you want to fight him? I want to go back and practice."

"No." Ji Fuyou followed Fu Weisheng away, "Do you want me to fight him?"

Fu Weisheng: "I don't know."

He wasn't fighting with her, so how would she know whether he wanted to fight or not?

Ji Fuyou: "Then don't fight."

"Oh."

Fu Weisheng responded and heard the young man next to him was still talking.

"I heard the Zi Yang Sword Sect's cafeteria is delicious. I've written down the menu. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll go get it later."

Fu Weisheng was stunned for a moment, "You went to the Ziyang Sword Sect's cafeteria?"

"I haven't been there yet, but I've asked the disciples of Ziyang Sword Sect."

"I can do that. What do you want to eat?"

Ji Fuyou knew how much water Fu Weisheng said was in the food. She usually ate whatever she wanted and didn't care much about her appetite.

But if you look closely at her habits, you'll find she prefers sweet and sour dishes. She'll eat more of these dishes if they're available.

But she didn't realize it.

"Chaotian chicken and sweet beef, and a milk drink, please?"

"Row."

After the simple conversation ended, Ji Fuyou did not leave, but looked at Fu Weisheng.

Fu Weisheng suddenly realized that he didn't have much money, so he took out a bunch of medium-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to Ji Fuyou.

"Give."

Ji Fuyou didn't answer, "Master and Master both gave me spirit stones."

"Oh." Fu Weisheng took the spirit stone back.

"I don't think I really want to join the Ziyang Sword Sect."

Fu Weisheng immediately looked at him with disapproval, "You should be more sensible."