From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 423: Baiyun Competition, Two Palaces Compete

The origin of this competition between the two palaces in terms of civil and military skills is actually very magical.

After the final exams, except for a few who failed, most of the other students in the Taoist Academy were in a state of leisure and doing nothing.
Among them, the disciples who successfully drew in Qi are the leaders. These guys have basically made it certain that they can pass the first year of Baiyun examination period by drawing in Qi successfully. In addition, the tasks of the Service Hall have been updated slowly recently, so apart from meditating every day, they mostly get together to chat and gossip.

Wang Shuhuan is an exception. The name of Crazy Wang has spread in the two halls. This guy is almost crazy doing tasks, but he has never used the accumulated task points. He has not even gone to the second floor of Baiyun Restaurant.

But this guy really broke through the Qi induction in the fifth month without using any resources and became a legend in Baiyun Mountain.

Except for Wang Shuhuan, those Qi-inducing disciples gathered together. It was okay for the girls, but suddenly some busybodies started to make a list for the boys, the so-called Baiyun Beauties List.

Then something went wrong.

This list was originally only circulated among the disciples, but somehow it ended up in the hands of a Baiyun Dharma Protector in the Dharma Performance Hall.

Zhao Ziyao read the list back and forth many times, but still did not see her name. Instead, two lecturers from the Chunyang Hall next door topped the list...

Then, Zhao Ziyao became unhappy and denounced that this was an unofficial list that had no credibility. She wanted to hold accountable the initiator of this unofficial list that disrupted the academic atmosphere of Baiyun Taoist Academy!
It is said that during those days, Liu Ming from Chunyang Hall did not dare to show up in the office of Yanfa Hall for several days in a row...

Then, when the disciples of the Chunyang and Yanfa Halls got up early in the morning for their morning lessons, they found a Baiyun Taoist Temple teaching evaluation form on the table, which contained the detailed semester grading criteria for the four lecturers: Wang Xin, Yubao, Zhu Ling, and Zhao Ziyao.

It was obvious that a certain Baiyun Dharma Protector wanted to avenge his previous humiliation (bringing shame upon himself).

Clear wind and bright moon, the jade-clad nun with a pile of bun VS what are you looking at? If you keep looking at Zhao Ziyao, you’ll get points for nothing!

Even Wang Xin, who has been missing for several months, scored the same as Zhao Ziyao.

Now, the person involved was completely unhappy.

Realizing that she could not beat Yubao in a one-on-one fight, Zhao Ziyao, adhering to the principle of putting education quality first, angrily initiated the civil and martial arts competition between the two halls, and received the support of Zhu Ling of Chunyang Hall and Yubao nun.

It was just an idea at first, and after continuous improvement by four people, it became a major event in Baiyun Taoist Temple.

The civil and military competition between the two halls was drafted by Zhao Ziyao and Yubao, and was divided into a literary competition and a martial arts competition.

The literary competition is for disciples below the Qi Induction level, and is mainly a written test on Taoist classics and common knowledge of spiritual plants, with the top fifty selected.

The martial arts competition is for Qi-inducing disciples. Twenty platforms are set up in the Baiyun Square in the front mountain. Two hundred and eighty-two Qi-inducing disciples compete for the platforms. The time limit is twelve hours, and the last disciple left on the platform is the winner.

This literary and martial arts competition soon received the support of Chi Yanhong. Then Li Yang waved his hand and increased the number of reward places for the literary competition to the top 80, with a reward of 10 task points and a set of talismans; the reward for the martial arts competition was 10 task points and a spirit bead.

In addition, for those who have more advanced disciples in the Chunyang and Yanfa halls, all students in the hall will be awarded three mission points.

As soon as Chi Yanhong announced the draft competition rules, Baiyunqianshan was immediately plunged into a wave of noise.
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Morning, light mist.

The Dharma Hall is four stories high and was renovated on the original site of the Sanqing Hall of the Baiyun Temple. The first floor is where disciples recite scriptures in the morning and evening classes and is paved with bluestone floors. The second and third floors are separated into several spaces for classrooms. The fourth floor has beds and a quiet room, which is the permanent residence of Zhao Ziyao and Wang Xin.

Nine hundred disciples in the Dharma Performing Hall sat in order on neatly arranged cushions on the ground. Wang Xin had just finished leading his disciples to the morning class when he saw Zhao Ziyao, who looked extremely fierce, blocking the door with the Chengying sword on his shoulder. Then, with a snap, he inserted the Chengying sword into the bluestone floor and glared fiercely at the 900 people in front of him.

No, which decent sect is blocking the entrance of the main hall with swords? This scene almost made Wang Xin think that the leader of a cult had attacked Baiyun Mountain.

Zhao Ziyao, who was blocking the door, didn't say anything, but just glared back and forth. The scene was very awkward for a while. Because she didn't say anything, the disciples didn't dare to speak either. They just stood there staring at each other.

Suddenly, Zhao Ziyao spoke up.
"You all know about the upcoming two-hall competition, right?"

"I don't want to say anything extra. Just one word. Destroy the Chunyang Palace on the other side. If we lose to them... you all know my methods."

"Those who don't have Qi, go back and recite the text now. Those who have Qi, all stay here."

"..."

Bang, with a deafening sound of nodding the heads of a group of rookies, the disciples who had not yet drawn Qi fled out in a line, leaving behind more than 150 shivering Qi-drawing weaklings.

Yang Xinwu relied on his relationship with Wang Xin and whispered secretly: "Cousin, why did this little ancestor leave us here?"

"Don't ask him, just ask me."

Zhao Ziyao glared at him, and Yang Xinwu immediately shuddered and lowered his head.
Wang Xin had never seen Zhao Ziyao with such a serious expression before. He said "ababa" a few times and then fell silent.

"I want you to stay. Just one word: special training!"

"The content of the special training is also very simple, it's just fighting!"

At this moment, no one dared to correct Zhao Ziyao's arithmetic problem, as she looked extremely fierce. They were all stunned by the content of her words.

"fight?"

"That's right! The martial arts competition between the two halls is about fighting! You are all weaklings who can't use high-end magical skills. What we are competing for now is fighting, the kind of fist and foot kung fu, in the literal sense!"

Wang Xin walked over and whispered in his ear, "So what is the method of our special training?"

Zhao Ziyao frowned: "Didn't I say that? Fight!"

"Who are you fighting?"

"Nonsense, of course they fight first, and then they fight the two of us!"

"?!"

"What is the purpose of practicing Taoism? It is to achieve longevity. To achieve longevity, the most important thing is to be able to fight! You have already drawn in the Qi, and are considered half regular disciples of Baiyun Taoist Academy. What I am teaching you now is actual combat..." Zhao Ziyao paused and scanned the entire audience: "Yan Fu, Yang Xinwu, you two had a lot of fun when you went out some time ago? Step out!"

"Just the two of you. Now begins the first round. Fight!"

The two of them had gone out together and had been considered close friends for a while. At the moment, they were staring at each other, but due to Zhao Ziyao's power, they still got ready.

"call."

"what."

"Yah"

"Ada!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The veins on Zhao Ziyao's forehead bulged and he shouted loudly to stop the competition.

"Are you two from Nantong? Are you so reluctant to attack each other?!"

"Yang Xinwu, you pushed your palm right in front of the opponent's face, but he blocked it. Don't you know how to change your palm into your knuckles? Wouldn't you have poked Yan Fu's eyes just now?"

"And Yan Fu, if you used that straight punch and took a horse stance forward just now, Yang Xinwu would definitely be thrown flying. If not, you could grab Yang Xinwu's crotch and he would lose his ability to fight!"

This fierce instruction immediately made the surrounding disciples clamp their thighs together.

Yang Xinwu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and said in defense: "But the boxing routines that Taoist Master Yubao taught in class are not like this..."

"You still know that's a routine?" Zhao Ziyao snorted coldly: "If you use this trick to fight, let alone the people from Chunyang Palace, you can't even beat the street thugs in the village!"

"Do you think you are filming a movie? Do you need to use tricks?!" Zhao Ziyao's angry scolding made Yang Xinwu's head buzz.

As one of the first geniuses in Baiyun Taoist Academy to enter the realm of Qi induction, Yang Xinwu was not stupid. After pondering for a moment, he immediately understood the profound meaning of Zhao Ziyao's words.

"We fight to win, not to look good!"

"Have you ever seen street thugs fighting? I have. My father is the village chief. When I was a kid, I watched thugs fighting every day!"

"You noobs, don't even think about just drawing in the Qi. Even if you're fighting with your spirit, it's still close combat, and it's no different from a street fight! As for high-end spiritual energy fighting, that's something that only those above the innate level should consider, and it has nothing to do with you right now!"

"What's the most important thing in a fight? Is it strength? Is it skills? No, it's ruthlessness! You have to be more ruthless than your opponent, and make him afraid! You can do anything to achieve this, stabbing eyes, sniping throats, kicking crotches, whatever ruthlessness you can use!"

"Now is not the same as before. Cultivating the Dao is not a peaceful life. It is about fighting! Fighting! There is a Dao battle waiting for us right now. It is about ten mission points and a spirit bead, and it is also the honor of our Dharma Hall... Everyone, stand up and raise your heads!"

She suddenly raised her voice, and everyone was shocked, and they felt as if they were in the same boat and had suddenly been enlightened.

Wang Xin stood next to Zhao Ziyao, watching the more than one hundred Qi Drawers in the Performance Hall slowly light up in their eyes, then looking at Zhao Ziyao with a fierce look on his face, and suddenly felt absurd.

Even the little Zhuoma, who was only as tall as Yan Fu's waist, looked at Zhao Ziyao with admiration.
No. Are we really decent?
After Zhao Ziyao finished speaking, he raised his arm and said, "Let me ask again, what is the most important thing for us to cultivate the Tao?"

"Longevity..."

"Ok?"

Little Zhuoma, who was at the front, had tears in her eyes and raised her hands: "Little Zhuoma knows, it's a fight!"

"What should we do when we face the weaklings from the Chunyang Palace next door in the martial arts competition three days later?"

"Fuck them!"

"Fuck them!"

"Fuck them!"

Little Zhuoma was the first to shout loudly, followed by Yan Fu, Yang Xinwu, Song Ling... 158 people's voices merged into one, with their eyes glowing red, as if it was a cult scene.

"Good! It's good to be powerful, but don't forget that everything I teach you must be applied under the rules of the Baiyun Ten Commandments."

After patching herself up, Zhao Ziyao continued to stare at the two students with a fierce look on her face: "Now continue the class, you can only stop when I tell you to! Now you two, come and fight for the second round!"
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At the same time, inside Chunyang Palace.

Yubao, who was always gentle, soft and clear like jade, frowned rarely and looked around again and again.
Zhu Ling also had a serious expression on her face, with beautiful wrinkles forming between her delicate brows.

"I have been teaching you for more than half a year, and now is the time to test the results."

Yu Bao was wearing a green Taoist robe and carrying a magic sword inlaid with a sword ball. He exuded a great pressure from his body, and he was awe-inspiring. "In terms of the number of Qi-inducing disciples, our number of advanced disciples in the first year is slightly inferior to that of Chunyang Palace. They have 158 Qi-inducing disciples, and we only have 124."

"There is a gap, but it's not big. I always believe that great things come late and great achievements come later. Disciples who don't have Qi don't need to be anxious. God will reward hard work, and everything will come naturally!"

"This time the two-hall competition is divided into two parts, the literary competition and the martial arts competition. The martial arts competition points only account for one-fifth of the total. Your literary competition points actually account for the majority. I hope you can give full play to your strengths and get more places. Those mission points are very important to you disciples who have not yet drawn in qi!"

Yubao spoke solemnly, and the disciples who had not yet drawn in qi, led by Chen Li, could not help but clench their hands, their eyes showing unprecedented determination.

Such a blatant score tilt is Baiyun Mountain's last investment in their disciples who have not yet introduced Qi. After a semester of not being able to successfully introduce Qi, these students are under tremendous psychological pressure. Getting these resources is of great significance to them.

After Yubao had finished admonishing the disciples who had not yet attracted Qi, Zhu Ling looked at the disciples who had been sent out alone to attract Qi. His little face was serious, as if a harmless little yellow flower had suddenly grown thorns.

"Although we can't match the number of Qi-inducing disciples in the Dharma Performance Hall across the street, I believe that the quality of our disciples is definitely not low. I don't expect more than twenty arenas, but I also hope that you can occupy more than half of them."

After saying that, Zhu Ling looked at a handsome little boy with red lips and white teeth in the front row: "Li Ling'er, in the competition three days later, I hope you can avoid Xiao Zhuoma to prevent any accidents."

After a few months, the news that Li Linger and Xiao Zhuoma had already mastered the Qi-induction was no longer a secret. However, at Li Yang's suggestion, the other disciples did not know when the two had succeeded in drawing in the Qi.

All I know is that these two little brats are very strong, so strong that they are a bit evil. It is said that Yan Fu, who was previously known as the strongest disciple, was beaten with a feather duster by little Zhuoma because he ate yak meat in front of little Zhuoma, and the man ran away screaming in Baiyun Zhaitang.

"Ah, oh"

Although Li Ling'er felt regretful, she still nodded and agreed obediently.

Zhu Ling nodded with satisfaction. This way, Li Ling'er could at least occupy a stage.

Seeing that the other disciples were looking at each other as if they were facing a great enemy, Zhu Ling smiled softly and said, "You don't have to worry. We are cultivators, not ordinary street thugs. In this competition between the two halls, the rules actually have a lot of room for manipulation. As long as we are good at using the rules, the final result may not be that we lose to the other side of the Yanfa Hall..."

Yubao and Zhu Ling gave all the Chunyang Palace disciples some chicken soup to boost their morale. After discussing tactics, they let the disciples leave one after another to prepare.

Liu Ming mixed in with the disciples who had not yet achieved Qi Induction. After bowing nonchalantly, he slowly retreated behind the other disciples and tried to leave Chunyang Hall.
Yubao saw the timid figure with sharp eyes and frowned slightly: "Liu Ming, please stay. I have something to tell you."

"Ah... oh."

Liu Ming responded and had to stay with a bitter face.

Zhu Ling also left, so Yu Bao and Liu Ming were the only ones left in the huge Chunyang Palace.

Liu Ming saw Yu Bao walking towards him with a cold face. His heart fluttered as he looked at her lush bun, red lips and white teeth. He lowered his head and shook his head with a bitter smile:
"Master Yubao, why are you targeting me again?"

Liu Ming was somewhat helpless. Ever since he was caught that day, Yubao seemed to have been targeting him for the past few months. He would come to pick him up every time he left early or skipped class, making him, who was naturally dissolute, miserable.

This simple woman's strong sense of responsibility made Liu Ming complain bitterly.

Yubao did not answer, but frowned and carefully sensed Liu Ming's cultivation: "I will teach you the method of visualization, how is your practice?"

"Uh, the visualization method is too difficult. I am a dull disciple and it is really difficult for me to get started."

"What about the breathing techniques you practice daily?"

"It's improving slightly. I should be able to successfully draw in the Qi in another month.

"But that's what you promised me last month?"

"Ah, is there? Ahahahahaha"

Seeing Liu Ming returning to his carefree attitude in front of him, Yu Bao sighed and lowered his head in disappointment.

Liu Ming looked at Yubao who lowered his head, and his laughter slowly stopped.

"I don't know why you want to give up on yourself like this. The two palace competition in three days is very important to you, and it is also very important to me."

"This is my first time as a master, and I really want to know if I am a qualified master."

"I hope you can help me, and yourself."

She raised her head and looked straight at Liu Ming. As their eyes met, Liu Ming's teasing expression froze on his face.
Liu Ming looked at Yu Bao's clear, gentle and transparent eyes, subconsciously looked away, spread his hands, and pretended to be relaxed.

"Master Yubao, I haven't drawn in my Qi yet. You know my level of education. The written test is too intense for me..."

Yubao circled around Liu Ming, leaned over to look at Liu Ming's sideways face, and said seriously:
"You know, I'm not talking about Wenbi."

(End of this chapter)