Chapter 34： Who are you?

After Xu Xingzhi took out the name of Qu Chi, he looked up and stared at the Ying Tianchuan disciple who was holding the sign.

The child was looked at by Xu Xing's smile and laughed a little. It was a bit of a false impression: "Xu Shixiong, this does not blame me... I don't know..."

Xu Xingzhi patted his shoulders quickly: "I didn't say it was your fault. I just thought, if this time I can take the temper to win the Qu Chi, it will be more energetic. You say yes?"

The younger disciple looked at the back of Xu Xingzhi, and admired him.

However, before the start of the afternoon game, Qu Chi was still preparing for the game. He heard the voice of Xu Xingzhi: "Ruo Chi, Qu Chi....Qu brother?"

Qu Chi is indeed the oldest of the four generations, but listening to Xu Xingzhi’s call to him is still a tough guy.

He looked up and asked, "What?"

Xu Xingzhi hangs himself on the red silk on the edge of the ring. He is shamelessly saying: "Let me make three moves."

Zhou Beinan, who was on the side of Quchi’s trick, turned a blind eye: “Why don’t you call Qu Chi to let you make thirty strokes?”

Xu Xingzhi: "That is good."

Zhou Beinan: "..."

Qu Chi has a good temper: "Do not quarrel, three strokes only, let it be, it does not matter."

Xu Xingzhi smiled at Zhou Beinan: "I don't see it, learn the temperament of the family's songs. If you want to let me know, I will call you a week."

"Let you be a head." Zhou Beinan spoke. "I am older than you. You should have called me a brother."

After all, he also persuaded Qu Chi: "Ruo Chi, take care of him less, he has a face on his nose."

Qu Chi Xian Hui said: "His age is the smallest of the four of us, so it is no problem for him to make three moves."

Wen Xuechen calmly gave Qu Chi a trick: "...when the fourth move, the strip will be thrown on his face, you will win."

After the speech, Wen Xuechen looked up and did not look at it and raised his hand. Sure enough, he received Xu Fanzhi’s fan who had thrown him down.

Xu Xingzhi complained on the top: "...When you are white, you are less harmful to me."

Wen Xuechen took Xu Xingzhi's fan in his palm and played it: "You should thank me for not participating in the list."

"...That's really thank you for not killing the grace." Xu Xingzhi straightened his hand to him, "Fan back to me."

Wen Xuechen lost the fan to him.

Before the start of the game, Zhou Beinan gave Qu Chi a good start: "Hey, don't call him so crazy."

Wen Xuechen’s attitude is more concise than Zhou Beinan’s: “Hey.”

Qu Chi put down the dust, took the commonly used sword to the stage, but saw the fish sword in the hands of Xu Xingzhi with a folding fan, waiting for him on the stage.

Qu Chi laughed: "I don't need a folding fan this time?"

"You and Zhou Fatzi are not the same." Xu Xingzhi said with a smile, "... I grabbed the position of the top of the list twice, how can I get a snack."

The Zhoubei Nanqing ribs underneath: "...Is I able to throw a few hidden weapons to smash his head in a while?"

Wen Xuechen did not answer, looked up at the stage, raised his hand and stroked his lips, and there was a slight expectation in his expression.

At the beginning of the opening of the gongs and drums, Xu Xingzhi grabbed the opportunity and sneaked forward to swing the sword. Qu Chi kept his promise and opened the three swords. He only avoided the sword and did not pull the sword. He actually made three moves.

Qu Chi Shi Zun, Dan Yang Feng Ming Zhao Jun sees Qu Chi actually so play, slightly frowning. After three strokes, Qu Chi’s left hand will pull out the sword, and the snow training will be like a sword front to the middle. The sword is like a wind and thunder, and Xu Xing’s view is not good. The sword is forcibly recovered and reversed. For the defensive. However, Qu Chi Jian is overbearing, only one out of the sheath, Xu Xing's robes have added a few scratches.

Forced to retreat from Xu Xingzhi, Qu Chi took the opportunity to throw the sword out, hands and knots, and pushed out.

The sky was full of clouds and the sky was full of enthusiasm. The seven swords had a long shadow, and Xu Xingzhi’s figure was wrapped in it. Qu Chi also devoted himself to the formation, and he disappeared with him.

For a time, the people on the scene only heard the sound of the golden and iron, and the sword and the air rushed.

When Xu Xingzhi disappeared, Meng Chongguang had seen blood marks on his body. He was so nervous that his cheeks were white and he wanted to step forward: "...senior brother!"

He was dragged back by nine lights.

The latter shook his head at him, but his eyes on the ring were also full of worry.

Qu Chi is the swordsman of the four doors. The technique is one-on-one, and the sword is one-of-a-kind. Xu Xingzhi’s fight with the sword is too favorable for Qu Chi.

What's more, Qu Chi has seven good swords. Xu Xingzhi has only one ordinary fish sausage.

Xu Xingzhi's "quick pen", as a weapon of the battle, actually has quite a disadvantage.

It seems to be able to change into everything in the world, but in fact, the "quick pen" is a comprehensive refining of all kinds of weapons that Xu Xing used to collect, and the nature of various objects must not conflict.

For example, if Xu Xingzhi had the same precious fairy wood sword and got the same level of gold gun, if these two are condensed together, the "free pen" will be scrapped because of the properties of Jin Kemu.

Therefore, Xu Xingzhi must carefully calculate the five elements of each of the "free pens" in order to avoid rushing, causing all refining and chemical work to lose weight. He refines and refines the swords with mild attributes and less power.

Therefore, although the "quick pen" can change endlessly, everything is not as strong as the specialized weapons.

Jiuzhi Lan believes that if Xu Xingzhi wants to win this battle, he will inevitably drive the "free pen" and change it in order to have a chance to win.

It can be said that everyone thinks this way, even the Qu Chi who fights against Xu Xingzhi thinks so.

...hey.

In a short while, there was a clear sound of a sharp blade in the flying red smoke, which rang through the ring.

Wen Xuechen decided: "...Xu Xingzhi lost."

Zhou Beinan has already begun to gloat: "Let him swear."

The quiet monarch above the high platform leaned forward and looked forward to the smoke group. The wooden beads in his hand were cracked and still unaware. The focus of his demeanor called Guangfujun could not help but coughed, whispering : "...Senior brother, don't be so obvious."

Qing Jingjun waved his hand: "Don't talk."

Hey.

When the second sound of the blade came, the flames rolled out from the smoke group. The illusion was the morning glow. The snow-white and light-green swords staggered like a meteor. The roads collided together and caused a little closer to the platform. The hearts of the people are shaking.

Wen Xuechen's slightly positive color: "...and so on, it seems wrong."

The sounds of the third and fourth sounds of the sword were continuously sounded. After the two bangs slammed and slammed, they suddenly collapsed halfway. The order of the officials standing in the vicinity of the supervision game was unexpected, and they were shunned. Open the collapsed pieces.

The battle of the sword fights up and gathers in the air. Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi continue to fight together in one place, but what the situation is, even a few top monarchs are difficult to distinguish.

The fifth sound of the sword swayed a pure and terrible spiritual power, and many of the disciples who had been repaired to lower levels were exclaimed. Wen Xuechen raised his hand to protect the fragile heart and coughed twice. The complexion was faintly blue.

When Zhou Beinan looked at the place where the two men fought, their eyes had completely changed.

The sixth sound is extremely light, but it is swallowed up by the airflow of the two sides. The Martian splash between the green shadow and the red light, the sword tip is drawn in the air with a layer of spiral and gorgeous arc, which is dizzying.

When the seventh sound sword broke, Zhou Beinan suddenly lost his voice: "... Did he interrupt the seven swords of Qu Chi?"

Wen Xuechen gently stroked his chest and frowned. "No, his own sword is broken."

Zhou Beinan: "When?"

Wen Xuechen: "The time when Qu Chi broke the seventh sword."

The seven swords were broken, and the blade fragments fell in the rain and snow. Xu Xingzhi opened the smog and wiped out the dust.

His blood was scarred and his clothes were broken. As Wen Xuechen said, the fish in his right hand had been broken in half, but his left hand clenched the broken half of the sword, and his body was swirling in the air. Wolf, went straight to the seven swords lost.

After Qu Chi stabilized, he held a broken sword from the center and rushed to the hedge.

At the moment when the two men passed by, Xu Xingzhi's right arm sleeves slammed open, and Qu Chi's side neck had a shallow wound.

At the end of the game, the drums rang.

- The rules of the game, who can finally stay on the stage, or who can leave a fatal mark on the other side, then who wins.

After defeating Qu Chi, the identity of Xu Xingzhi’s top list has been stable, and no one can shake his position.

Qing Jingjun reacted faster than anyone present, standing up and shouting: "Good!"

Guangfu Jun blackened his face and pulled a quiet Jun's arm. Qing Jingjun was unmoved, and a pair of lazy drooping eyes were filled with real joy. He pointed to Xu Xingzhi on the field and said to others: "Look, look at that, he is my apprentice."

Guangfu Jun: "..."

Xu Xingzhi’s two-step stance stood firm and looked back. Qu Chi had come to him, revealing a broad smile: “Congratulations.”

Xu Xingzhi opened a very sleek smile, and turned the broken fish intestines into a folding fan. In the face of Qu Chi, the slamming sound was opened.

On the fan, the ancient fairy sands left the eight-character mad grass. "When today, let me be the one who is here", the payment is "the first in the list, the wind and the Xu Xingzhi".

The warm snow dust underneath: "..."

Zhou Beinan: "...I rely, is he so shameless?"

Rao is Qu Chi, and after a few moments of sighing, he laughs too straight to the waist: "You wrote it on it early? Is it so sure?"

Xu Xingzhi said with a smile: "If you lose to you, I will not need a fan for the past five years."

In the words, the two tacitly touched each other and slammed their hands and slammed their shoulders.

Xu Xingzhi just released Qu Chi’s hand and saw Meng Zhongguang wrap it up from the edge of the broken ring. He rushed to him in front of him and forced Xu Xingzhi: “Brother, I am worried about you...”

One of Xu Xing’s sly, could not help but laugh, patted his back: “Okay, brother, isn’t that okay? Come down.”

Meng Zhongguang swears: "I won't come down."

Xu Xingzhi was helpless, simply holding the child who was swaying, holding it on his shoulder, turning his head and smiling at Qu Chi, and facing the high platform where the monarchs sat, shook the right wrist on the quiet Hexagonal bells.

This bell was given to him by Qing Jingjun.

When he was tied to him, Qing Jingjun said that he hopes that you will be a better person than me.

. . . Although he does not understand why Jing Jun is so simple to him, but since it is Master's entrustment, he must do it.

Hearing the crisp bells, Qing Jingjun slightly daggers, and the lips evoke a satisfying smile.

Xu Xingzhi gave him a smile and took advantage of Meng Zhongguang.

Guangfu Junmei's heart-grain road wrinkles deeper: "Senior brother, he is too arrogant and swaying, acting too..."

The quiet monarch starts the wine glass. After the drink, the eyebrows are full of smiles. "Is this not good? I like him like this."

Guangfu Jun: "..."

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi was holding Meng Zhongguang to step down, the bottom of the discussion was up.

"...who is this?"

"You don't know? It's the beautiful waste of Fengling Mountain. Since I have been through Dan, I have lost all my benefits. I can't raise it with any heavenly treasure. But Xu brothers loved him."

"Is he? How do I look at him and Master Xu..."

"Hey, hey. I don't talk about Xu's brother.... But if Xu is really good and that waste is good, I don't know how many younger disciples are going to be sad."

Along the nine lights, I noticed it for a long time, and I couldn’t stand the sound of such a discussion.

Soon, in the evening, Meng Zhongguang’s topic of being taken down by Xu Xingzhi was replaced by another, more impactful thing.

——The rookie who had the highest voice before the game and the Chengding of Ying Tianchuan. In the afternoon game, the nine lights of Fengling Mountain were smashed down and the ribs were broken. The next game was Tens of thousands of people can't participate.

Perhaps it was close to Xu Xingzhi, the air transport was similar, and the next nine lights were on the Zhouxian.

Xu Xingzhi and the Jiuzhi lamp learned from each other, knowing that the Jiuzhi lamp has been extremely competitive in recent times, and the state is just right. He has great hopes and found a hidden position on the sidelines.

Zhou Xian did not fight with the Jiuzhi lamp before, but she would not take it lightly for those who can easily overcome the top.

She is very patient, but the Jiuzhi lamp is more patient than her. One stroke is as delicate and delicate as the water, and the more the fierce battle, the sword is like a shower, and the face comes.

Zhou Xian was beaten by his fierce and fierce rush, and his muscles on his wrists were shocked. He could only shoot down the short shot in her hand with the last blow. The side of the nine lights was inadvertently exposed. A flaw is coming out.

Zhou Xianben’s heart is as fine as a haircut. The small flaws are an opportunity for her to turn over. She successfully grasped this loophole and succeeded in picking up the nine lights.

Xu Xingzhi saw this situation, his face was a yin, and he quickly walked to the nine lights under the stage.

When climbing from the ground, the nine lights just hit the eyes of Xu Xing's review.

Jiuzhi Lan did not think that Xu Xingzhi would see his game. When he saw him, his expression would be tense: "... Brother, sorry."

"Who should you say sorry to, you know clearly." Xu Xingzhi said directly, "Why is there a flaw in the end?"

Nine lights went down and said: "I am careless."

One of Xu Xing remembered that violently knocked on his head.

In the past, Xu Xingzhi often knocked nine lights. Although he started heavy, he wouldn't hurt. However, this time the nine lights were knocked out and the skull was numb, and his face was white: "...you care? I am with you. So many fights, you deliberately sell to the small string, when I can't see it?"

Nine lights panicked and looked up: "Brother, I..."

Xu Xingzhi is full of anticipation, who would expect to see the nine lights drop, and where he is willing to listen to the explanation of the nine lights, and go to the sleeves.

He was depressed, shook his folding fan, and walked to a white sand bay.

Now it is the end of autumn, the wind is cold, but there are still a lot of **** Fang Gang's young disciples playing in the water. The four middle-level disciples are gathered here, the higher-ranking disciples swim in the water, and several lower-level disciples stay on the shore to guard the clothing.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi, several disciples on the shore stood up and greeted him. However, several Fenglingshan disciples in the water were familiar with him and enthusiastically invited him: "Xu Shixiong, come and swim together."

Xu Xingzhi wrapped his tunic and smiled and refused: "No need."

A disciple said: "The oldest brothers loved us in the past. How can they not play in these years?"

Xu Xingzhi lost a piece of stone and threw it down: "Just you have more words."

He deliberately threw it, and the disciples under him knew his identity. He knew that he was not really angry, and he was happily dispersed and played with each other.

Under the care of Xu Xingzhi, he found that the person waiting on the shore had Ye Buyi who took him to the Discipline Temple on that day, and he raised his hand and said hello to him.

Ye Buyi was excited and excited: "Xu Shixiong, do you remember me?"

Xu Xingzhi: "I am older than you are, but it is not as old as the old eyes."

Ye Buyi was blushing, and there were several lower-ranking disciples who should be joined by Tianchuan’s lower-level disciples. He tried to inquire with him: “...Xu Shixiong, is the Jiuzhi lamp really grown up? ?"

Xu Xun, one of the words, asked: "What happened to him?"

The disciple who asked the question was quite unfair: "He is a non-doer, why can he enter the ratio of the list?"

Another Confucius Tianchuan disciple added: "He has no sense of doing anything, hurting the top of the road, is it just for revenge? It’s really a non-self person..."

"Chengding is too aggressive and only eats the consequences." Xu Xingzhi interrupted the person before he heard the more ugly words. "If you have seen the game, you know that the last trick of Jiuzhi. There is no plan to hurt the top of the process. It is when Cheng Ding intends to break the hand when he is hard-attacking, and then he is seriously injured. Besides, who is the one who teaches you who is not the Tao?

The lower-level disciples face each other.

The shy little disciple, Ye Buyi, said with courage and said: "I think it is also... the non-doing person is not necessarily a wicked person."

Xu Xingzhi cleared his throat and said: "I want to say that the magic road, the ghost road and the fairy road are the same. No one is better than anyone, no one is worse than anyone.... Magic and ghost, often others For the cultivation of the media, it is natural to get a few points faster, but because things are too easy to get, they will lose their hearts. Immortality is to repair one's own heart. Slowness is slower, but it is not easy to go wrong. It is the easiest thing to live with. law."

"However, as long as you don't want to be guilty and concentrate on your own body, then the three differences are only in prejudice. Can you understand?"

All the disciples, including Ye Buyi, seem to understand.

Xu Xingzhi touched the head of the leaf-filled clothes, turned and left the bay, and sang in the back of the unmanned place: "... can you understand?"

The nine branches of light flashed from behind the tree, and the eyebrows drooped down: "Brother, I..."

Xu Xingzhi’s back was against the nine lights and sighed: “You think that if you win the Zhou string, you will be discussed. Why care about these? Win is to win, lose is to lose, what do you mean? ”

"...No." The nine-lamp lamp endured the white cheeks. "Not like this."

Xu Xingzhi turned back, and it was rare to ask grimly: "Why do you want to swindle? Do you know that if you can win, will I be more happy than my own leader?"

The nine branches of the lamp smashed into a pale line. After a long time, I whispered softly: "The brothers can use the stone to be the fourth in the list, but this is the case?"

Xu Xingzhi’s body was stagnant, and his eyes became unbelievable.

Nine lights don't dare to look at Xu Xingzhi, a word whispered: "...so I only want the fourth.... I don't want my brother to lose, I..."

When the voice did not fall, the Jiuzhi lamp was suddenly taken into a slightly cold embrace, and a well-defined hand was violently plunged into his short hair, and his hair was messed up.

"...you are a fool." Xu Xingzhi whispered. "If I want to know your thoughts, I should be the first to be the best in the world."

The Jiuzhi lamp was so tight that it was soft for a while, and then it was stiffly hung over Xuhang’s back and tightened his hands, and Xu Xingzhi’s death and death were buckled into his arms, glaring at his ear, whispering: “I just watch It’s good to be a brother..."

...he just wants to watch the brothers shine. He can do anything.

The Jiuzhi lamp was constantly dying, and Xu Xingzhi was a little breathless. He couldn’t move his right hand to his chest and said: "Okay, lighter..."

This push pushed the nine lights to an unreachable place and pushed Xu Xingzhi himself into an unknowable darkness.

He fell from a warm embrace into another equally warm embrace.

Struggling to open his eyes, he saw the wild sky and the light of the moon on the edge of the sky.

... is it back?

The sound of the joy and gentleness of Qu Chi sounded in the ear: "Well, you are finally awake."

He was innocently commanding Lu Yujiu, who was burning at the cave entrance: "Xiaolu, he woke up and took some water."

Xu Xingzhi slowly climbed up his forehead and looked at Qu Chi.

In the dream, or the original temperament of the original memory, the gentle and courteous Qu Chi overlaps with the image of the Qu Chi, who has only five-year-old children's minds.

... So what happened in the past?

Qu Chi becomes like this, what is it because?

These people become like this, what is it because?

The author has something to say: Ye Buyi (a sly face): Non-doers are not necessarily bad people.

South raccoon: um.