Full level of enlightenment: I achieved Daozu by ascending to the lower realm

Chapter 27 Little Fatty

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were all very heroic and in high spirits. They looked towards the Zhenwu Sect with hostility, as if their things had been stolen and they were determined to get them back.

In this regard.

The disciples of the Zhenwu School also refused to give in.

Led by the nine true disciples, all the disciples had cold eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Taoist Longshan was helpless.

He sighed:
"I won't forget the ten-year agreement."

"So, as Brother Shenjian said, let's still follow the old rules?"

The mighty aura of the old man with the magic sword suddenly stagnated, and his expression became a little unnatural.

Ten years ago, he had sensed something when he fought with Taoist Longshan that the other party was vaguely letting him win. This time, knowing that Taoist Longshan had already stepped half a foot into the realm of heaven and man, if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose.

The thought of being abused in front of so many disciples made his teeth ache.

But the words have been spoken.

He certainly wouldn't slap himself in the face in public.

He coughed twice and hummed:

"Longshan Niubizi, is this how you treat guests?"

Taoist Longshan was stunned, then laughed:

"Brother Shenjian, please bring all the disciples of Shenjian Sect here. Our Zhenwu Sect has already prepared a welcoming banquet!"

"Wentian, take the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect over there."

"Brother Shenjian, please!"

talking.

Taoist Longshan and old man Shenjian walked towards Mingwu Pavilion, and it was obvious that they had something to discuss.

See this.

The disciples of the two sects were quite confused and looked at each other.

It felt like a fight was about to break out, and the situation was tense, but why did they suddenly start eating?

Only a few of them saw it more clearly. They knew that these two elders just seemed to be at odds with each other. They probably still regarded each other as friends in their hearts, but they were just too proud to let go.

Ning Qi couldn't help but smile slightly.

Luo Wentian also shook his head.

He knows a little more about what's going on here.

"Everyone, please."

He smiled at Dong He, the eldest senior brother of the Divine Sword Sect, and Dong He also smiled helplessly.

Qin Yun followed behind Luo Wentian, the sharpness in his eyes gradually faded, but he still looked a little indifferent.

Ning Qi walked behind with the white ape.

At this time, a thief voice sounded:
"Is this your pet?"

Ning Qi turned his head and saw the fair and tender little fat boy looking at the white ape with fiery eyes. He sniffed his nose and seemed to be envious of Ning Qi for having such a magical pet. In fact, many disciples of the Divine Sword Sect kept their eyes on the white ape.

Hear the words.

Before Ning Qi could say anything, the white ape became furious.

He now regarded himself as a human being. When he heard the little fat man say this, he immediately bared his teeth, which scared the little fat man. If Ning Qi had not been next to him, he would have teased the little fat man anyway.

Ning Qi said seriously:
"He is not my pet. He is a third-generation disciple of the Zhenwu Sect. His name is Yuan Tiansheng."

The little fat man was stunned, and then he saw the white ape snorted coldly. He reacted with an "ah":
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I couldn't help but say:
"Yuan Tiansheng, you are so smart that you can actually understand what I say."

But the white ape folded his arms, snorted coldly and ignored him.

The little fat boy wiped his nose angrily and looked at Ning Qi:

"My name is Zhuang Chen."

Ning Qi nodded and smiled:

"Ning Qi."

He could sense that Zhuang Chen had a strong vitality in his body, and had obviously already stepped into the martial arts world. Judging from his age, he was obviously a peerless genius.

Disciples from both factions took their seats.

With Luo Wentian and others accompanying him, Ning Qi naturally didn't need to do anything. He just had to take care of himself.

but.

There is an extra burden.

Perhaps because he discovered that there was another disciple of the Zhenwu School who was of similar age to him, Zhuang Chen sat directly next to Ning Qi.

Originally, Dong He, the eldest senior brother of the Divine Sword Sect, wanted to stop it, but was dissuaded by Luo Wentian with a smile, who said that it was okay for our little junior brother to take Zhuang Chen with him.

This made Dong He look at Ning Qi in surprise. However.

This is a bit hard for Ning Qi.

The fat little boy Zhuang Chen is actually a chatterbox.

"Ning Qi, have you started practicing martial arts?"

"I practiced for a while."

"Ning Qi, do you know swordsmanship?"

"know a little."

"Ning Qi, how did you and Yuan Tiansheng know each other?"

"Ning Qi, let me tell you in secret, I'm very strong."

“Ning Qi…”

Just started.

Ning Qi gave a few perfunctory answers.

But after seeing the little fat boy talking more and more, Ning Qi tactfully shut up.

His mind was wandering in the sky. After listening to the conversation between the disciples of the two sects for a while, he immersed himself in his own world, seeking enlightenment and studying the Dharma anywhere.

"Ning Qi, Ning Qi..."

Zhuang Chen looked at Ning Qi, who was unfocused and didn't answer his questions, and felt pity in his heart:

"Ning Qi doesn't seem very smart. I asked him several questions but he only answered one."

Zhuang Chen looked at the white ape again and tried to strike up a conversation.

But the white ape just made a face and ignored him. The little white ape also held a grudge.

Zhuang Chen curled his lips slightly, and then focused all his attention on the food in front of him.

Eating is his second biggest hobby.

The welcoming banquet was uneventful.

Although the disciples of the two factions were young and energetic and some disliked each other, they all knew etiquette and restrained themselves.

It was not until near the end that the figures of the old man with the magic sword and the Taoist priest Longshan appeared again.

Ning Qi woke up from his trance.

The two of them sat at the head of the table.

Taoist Longshan said with a smile:

"Brother Shenjian and I just discussed something. From now on, the ten-year agreement between the two sects needs to be revised."

Everyone stared intently.

The old man with the magic sword coughed lightly and said calmly:
"We are both old now, and it is inconvenient for us to fight. As the saying goes, when the master is busy, the disciple will do the work. The next ten years will be based on the competition between you disciples. This time, just treat it as an adaptation training, and the next time will officially begin."

"Whoever wins will have the right to use Zhenwu Mountain for ten years."

The disciples were all startled.

Fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

Originally they were just spectators and witnesses of this ten-year agreement, but from now on, they have to participate in it.

Ning Qi felt a little strange.

I'm afraid that the old man with the magic sword knew that he could not defeat his own master, so he deliberately suggested a different approach.

But looking at the smiling face of Taoist Longshan, it seems that he doesn't care.

The two men changed the form of the bet, probably with the idea of ​​putting some pressure on their disciples. Pressure is motivation, and with the ten-year agreement hanging over their heads, they can make faster progress.

Ning Qi smiled secretly.

This method was obviously effective, even the white ape and the little fat man next to them became excited.

Some young disciples even had red faces.

For the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, this was a great opportunity to fulfill the long-cherished wish of Master Divine Sword, while for the disciples of the Zhenwu School, it was a chance to defend the honor of their master.

Ning Qi always felt that there was something evil in the smiles of his master and the old man with the magic sword.

I don’t know what the two of them talked about in Mingwu Pavilion.

I see the atmosphere has been aroused.

Taoist Longshan stood up and said:

"Although this is just a training session for you to adapt, you can't be careless. You need to do your best. Brother Shenjian and I have prepared some rewards, and those who perform well will receive them."

The disciples suddenly became more excited.

But Ning Qi didn't feel anything.

He could freely browse the entire scripture library of the Zhenwu Sect, and he didn't expect that the old man with the magic sword would take out any shocking secret books.

(End of this chapter)