Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 22: Leaves Fall and Stop
Madness!

Zhao Jisheng's seemingly humble attitude cannot conceal his arrogant nature.

According to what he meant, the Quanzhen Sect could even rush forward and use all their manpower to deal with the three of them.

If they could hold out for an incense stick of time under such circumstances, the reputation of Quanzhen Sect would be completely trampled into the mud, to the point where even Wang Chongyang couldn't pull it out. This would be a real blow to the sect's reputation.

Even if one succeeds in defeating three people within the space of one incense stick, it would not be a good reputation if it were spread out.

If the details are slightly blurred, it would be easy to give people the bad impression that the Quanzhen Sect cannot afford to lose, so it chooses to attack in groups.

But if you use a relatively 'fair' method to compete with these three people, you will fall into a trap.

This limitation of one incense stick of time can create great pressure on offense and defense.

Zhao Jishen and his two companions only need to defend conservatively to ensure victory.

Ma Yu walked to Qiu Chuji, pulled his sleeve, and then shook his head gently.

There are traps on both sides, so don't act rashly.

Qiu Chuji smiled proudly.

"One stick of incense is too long, which makes it seem that the martial arts of our Quanzhen Sect are not sophisticated enough. If Master returns to the mountain, he will definitely blame us for not being able to entertain the distinguished guest well."

Turning his head to look at the big tree with only two sparse leaves barely hanging on the treetop, Qiu Chuji pointed at it and said, "Since the guest follows the host's will, I will fight the three of you alone. We will fight until the leaves fall and we will stop when they hit the ground."

"If I can't defeat you before these two leaves fall to the ground, then I will be considered inferior to you in Quanzhen Sect skills."

"But if the three of you lose to me, I will ask you to carve a stone tablet with the words 'Quanzhen Sect' written on it, and carry it from Zhongnan Mountain to Liaodong. You can't let it land on the ground for even a moment."

When Qiu Chuji said this, many Quanzhen Taoists who had gathered around him showed panic expressions. Only a few people understood Qiu Chuji's real meaning and looked at him with burning eyes.

This move seemed to shorten the competition time, which was more disadvantageous to Quanzhen Sect, but it actually suppressed Zhao Jisheng and the other two in terms of psychological game, so that they could no longer focus on delaying time and using a more passive way to win the competition.

Zhao Ji was worldly-wise and of course he understood Qiu Chuji's purpose in an instant, but he couldn't object.

Because such conditions are apparently beneficial to the three of them. If they refuse them, then everything they said before will be just nonsense, and it will be difficult to achieve the expected results by climbing the mountain to provoke today.

Now he could only hope that Qiu Chuji was not strong enough to gain an advantage before the leaves fell to the ground.

"Haha! Great! You are so heroic! You are worthy of being Master Wang's disciple."

"The person next to you is your senior brother? Let's take action together!" Zhao Jisheng said generously and heroically.

Ma Yu's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly regretted that he had never practiced martial arts for fighting because he did not like fighting.

"Big Brother is the acting leader of our Quanzhen Sect. When Master is not in the mountains, he is the pillar of our Quanzhen Sect. Let me, an insignificant nobody, compete with you!" Qiu Chuji raised the long sword in his hand and placed it flat in front of him, but his right hand did not hold the hilt.

As Qiu Chuji raised the long sword with the scabbard, a sharp aura suddenly emanated from where he stood.

Under the stimulation of internal force, a violent whirlwind broke out with Qiu Chuji as the core.

The wind blew the treetops, the branches swayed up and down, and the snowflakes on the branches fell down bit by bit. The two sparse leaves also tugged at people's heartstrings.

Zhao Jisheng and the other two knew that they had to concentrate and be ready to face Qiu Chuji's fierce attack at any time, but they still had to divert some of their attention to the treetops, staring at the leaves that were about to fall. They felt depressed for no reason and their breath was disordered.

call···!
A mountain wind blew and the branches shook violently.

Ma Daliang, who was behind Zhao Jishen, suddenly drew out his long sword, and condensed his true energy without releasing it. In an instant, his cheeks turned red.

The two leaves seemed to be teasing people on purpose. No matter how the wind blew, they always stuck to the branches and would not fall. Qiu Chuji's eyes remained calm. From his perspective, he could see Zhao Jisheng, the other two, and the branches at the same time without having to pay attention to anything else.

The wind gradually died down and was no longer as strong as before.

Everyone's tense nerves subconsciously relaxed.

However, at this moment, a clear sound that could not be heard by the ears seemed to appear in everyone's heart at the same time.

Two leaves, one in front and one behind, fell from the branch at two different moments, and then spun playfully in the wind.

bass!
Qiu Chuji's right fingertips suddenly touched the sword guard, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant, jumping into his palm as if it had a spirit.

prick!
The sword exploded, like a galaxy hanging upside down.

The first person to bear the brunt of this sword was Ma Daliang.

He had lost his momentum earlier, and was now shocked by the momentum of Qiu Chuji's sword. He was stunned for a moment and was unable to defend or counterattack in time. He did not look like a man of the world, but rather like an ordinary person who did not know any martial arts.

"Oh no!" Seeing this, Zhao Jisheng had no time to think. He could only swing the long whip in his sleeve and roll it towards Qiu Chuji's wrist holding the sword. The countermeasures he had originally thought of were thrown out of the window at this moment.

Victory or defeat only takes a moment, so there is certainly no possibility of holding back.

Therefore, life and death also happen in an instant.

Whether to win or save his nephew, Zhao Jisheng had no room to think rationally and could only leave it to his physical instincts.

As for an old fellow like Zhao Jisheng, who came here to make enemies with others and wanted to complete his mission under the banner of Quanzhen Sect, but still left a way out for himself, he did not have the kind of talent that destroyed his humanity. The judgment made by his body's instinct could not be consistent with the judgment made by rational thinking.

A smile appeared on Qiu Chuji's lips.

The sword split the light, like a sword hanging upside down in the sky, and separated into two tributaries, flowing towards Zhao Jisheng and Wang Yuanzhi respectively.

Quanzhen's unique skill, transforming into the Three Pure Ones in one breath!

Brush brush!
In a flash, three swords hit at the same time. Zhao Jishen dropped the whip in his hand, while Wang Yuanzhi and Ma Daliang covered their bleeding wrists at the same time.

The expressions of the three of them were equally ugly.

Floating in the air...two naughty leaves are slowly falling to the ground with the noisy wind.

The blood dripped down, dyeing the snow on the ground, which had not yet been completely swept away, bright red.

"We lost!" Zhao Jisheng had a dry throat and uttered four words with difficulty.

"After we get down the mountain, we will carve the stele and carry it all the way back to Liaodong."

As Zhao Jisheng spoke, his originally upright figure gradually became hunched.

It would be a loss of face, but the key point is that if the Marshal knew that they did this, how would he deal with the Lingshen Sect?
Cang Lang sheathed his sword, and Qiu Chuji said, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously!"

"Three of you! Our Quanzhen sect has only a few dishes and wine, so we won't entertain you! Please get down the mountain quickly!"

This sounded like a real way of letting the three people go, but it also sounded like a satire.

Zhao Jisheng's expression changed when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and took out a piece of animal skin paper from his arms: "Thank you Taoist Qiu for your magnanimity. It is us three who overestimated our abilities. The stone tablet... we three really can't carry it back. This is the secret of my Lingcan Sect. I will give it to you as an apology."

After saying this, he put the animal skin paper on the ground, then he supported his apprentice and nephew on his left and right and went down the mountain. He did not even pick up the fallen weapons, which showed that he had lost all face and did not want to stay any longer.

(End of this chapter)