Chapter 47

After a slightly lengthy opening speech, yuanyangzi announced that the sacrifice officially began.

After that, he took the lead in offering incense to the ancestors in the sacrificial tower.

This process will take a long time, according to different schools and generations. It will take a long time until Su Moyu comes here.

Now that he was free, he began to talk with Han Yan. After chatting for a moment, Han Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Moyu. His face was frozen and said, "I heard that you made a gambling appointment with the elder Renji of the library. I want to ask you face to face whether this thing is true?"

Su Moyu nodded lightly and said, "yes."

Han Yan looked excited, but after some thinking, he finally turned into a sigh and said, "it's not easy to enter the sect door. Why do you need it?"

Su Moyu smiled and said, "it seems that you don't think much of me."

Han Yanbai glanced at him, looked up at the gathering place of xuanjianliu disciples in the distance and said: "Although Na dexuan is young, he is very talented and savvy. He is not only high in level, but also very familiar with xuanjian Liu's advanced sword skills. Even many of his disciples in the same level dare not beat him. How long have you been in the sect and what can you compare with him?"

Su Moyu also took a look along her line of sight and whispered, "how do you know if you don't try?"

Han Yan looked at Su Moyu's side face and felt that this guy was unreasonable. She wanted to leave, but she always felt that she couldn't bear it. After thinking for a long time, she said: "Many people participated in the great martial arts test this year, and several of them were the most outstanding, including three disciples of my heart sword flow, Jiang Qingwen of Tianjian flow, another male disciple, de Xuan and Lu Rongting of xuanjian flow, and a senior brother of Han jianliu."

"These eight people are considered to be the top eight in this great martial arts test. Among them, the eldest martial sister of my heart sword flow, the two of Xuan sword flow, and Jiang Qingwen are considered to be the most powerful contenders for the leader. If you meet these people in the great martial arts test, you'd better admit defeat directly. I think after all, you are now the eldest disciple of ghost sword flow, and that martial uncle Renji may not really practice the bet."

Su Moyu heard this. Although he knew that the other party was for his own good, being despised still made him uncomfortable. He stopped for a long time and said, "thank you, but I want to say that in fact, I may not necessarily lose to these people."

Han Yan was stunned when he heard the speech. He raised his head and looked at Su Moyu like a monster. Then he gave a sneer and shook his hand and said, "then I'll wait to see how you win." then he got into the crowd without looking back.

Su Moyu looked at her leaving figure, inexplicably a burst of heart plug.

After that, no one came to talk to Su Moyu, and he was clean.

After a long time, all the other fifth rate disciples had finished incense, and finally it was the ghost sword flow's turn.

When Su Moyu ascended the altar as the only disciple of ghost sword flow, there were bursts of boos, mixed with ridicule.

For these, the elders of all schools on the stage did not seem to hear them, and let them make noise.

Su Moyu pressed his resentment and finished the incense process according to the rules. He listened to the elders barabarabara under the stage. Then he returned to the factotum with Cheng Jianxuan.

After arriving at the factotum, Su Moyu found that Cheng Jianxuan's face was very ugly. He asked several times, but Cheng Jianxuan didn't answer, so he had to leave bitterly.

The first day of Tianya meeting passed so bland, but Su Moyu knew that the current peace was just an illusion. In the dark, I don't know how many people were waiting to see themselves make a fool of themselves.

In the literary examination the next day, Su Moyu stayed in the factotum and didn't go out. He only learned from the chat of several factotresses that Jiang Qingwen won the second place in the literary examination. As for the name of the champion, he hadn't heard of it.

Another night later, the most important play of Tianya Club - the great martial arts test, is finally about to begin.

Early in the morning, Su Moyu got up early and held his sword in the courtyard for a long time. He waited for Cheng Jian to call him himself before he opened his eyes.

"Nervous?" Cheng Jianxuan's face was joking.

"A little. I'm afraid I'll disgrace Shifu." Su Moyu said.

Cheng Jianxuan smiled and scolded: "I'm afraid of farting. When I go to the field, I'll fight directly to death and let outsiders shut up!"

Su Moyu smiled and said, "master seems to have confidence in me."

Cheng Jian chose to hum: "your boy is around me every day. When I really can't see your current state?"

Su Moyu was surprised. He didn't want the other party to know about his entry into the hehe realm. For a moment, he asked awkwardly, "master, don't you want to know how I broke the realm?"

Cheng Jianxuan shook his head and said, "everyone has his own nature. If you don't tell me, there should be a reason why I can't say it. Why should I ask?"

Su Moyu blushed and said, "thank you, master."

Cheng Jian sighed and said, "although he has entered the harmony realm, he must not be careless and fight seriously."

Su Moyu said, "yes!"

While they were talking, they had reached the jianwuping. At this time, the jianwuping was crowded with people. When they saw Su Moyu coming, it was a mess.

"I really dare to come. This boy really doesn't know how to live or die."

"How many rounds can he play? I think he will be beaten down in the second round at most."

"If I say, the first round is hanging. After all, he hasn't been worshipping the Pope for less than a year."

"But I hear he has good talent?"

"It's just hearsay. If the talent is not bad, how can it be reduced to picking dung in the factotum Hall..."

“……”

All kinds of voices reached Su Moyu's ears, which somehow affected his mood.

Cheng Jianxuan patted him on the shoulder beside him and said, "come with me."

The two men strode forward, and the crowd in front automatically gave way to the road under the ruling seat.

Several elders sitting on the ruling table saw that Cheng Jian had chosen to come and got up to greet them. A long bearded old Taoist priest came to them with a list and said: "There are too many disciples participating in the big martial arts test this year, with a total of more than 500 before and after. Therefore, after discussion, we decided to divide the 500 people into eight groups and conduct knockout competitions in each group. Of course, the eight disciples who were most favored earlier were separated. The rest of the disciples were divided into which group depends on luck."

Cheng Jianxuan nodded, turned his head and said to Su Moyu, "go draw lots."

Su Moyu nodded, walked to the Taoist priest with long beard, and found a folded note from a closed box.

"Open it and have a look," said the Taoist with long beard.

Su Moyu slowly opened the note. In the process, everyone next to him put his head forward to see which group the "famous" ghost sword flow disciple was divided into.

"Group D No. 37!" Su Moyu spread the note in his hand, and there was a sigh all around.