Until this moment, Ouyang Manxue could not believe that this inconspicuous young man in front of him could surpass his two siblings.

Xiao Ling'er took Chen Xiaojiang's hand and asked, "Brother, do you want to put this painting away?"

Chen Xiaoyan laughed angrily and said, "If you like it, just collect it!"

The two sisters put away the paintings on the table, laughed and got off the high platform, heading towards the direction of Zhufeng.

Ouyang Manxue's voice of reluctance was heard by the monks who had not yet left the square. For a moment, everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

Xindao Zhufeng's idiot-like senior brother had a lot of luck, winning two competitions for the sect so easily.

He even made the other party angry to death.

...

In the library, Nalan Ruoyu lit the small stove on the table and cooked some spiritual tea, while Meng Shentong sat aside.

Li Xiuyuan just found a thick animal blanket, wrapped himself up and fell on the recliner without saying a word.

In the eyes of others, he was lucky enough to win the second round. Only his two masters knew how much effort he had put into it.

He almost exhausted all his energy and energy in order to win the secret of being silent.

Putting the kettle on the stove, Nalan Ruoyu looked at him and asked: "I said, is that the Ruoshui sword force? Did the last one not cut out? Or was it mixed in the sudden wind and snow?"

Meng Shentong was speechless for a moment and said with a smile: "Are you still a child? If you don't hide in the wind, how can you chop your opponent's tables, chairs, and papers into pieces?!"

"From this point of view, the sudden cold wind at the end is just like the peace, it is a stroke of magic that no one can see or understand!"

Li Xiuyuan, who was lying down, looked at her pitifully and said, "Master, I have exhausted all my strength. Are there two more games in the afternoon that will be the real test?"

Nalan Ruoyu opened her mouth wide, but could not speak.

I thought to myself, there is something I can do. As a teacher, can’t I go to Yao Peak to ask for a magic elixir for you?

Although he was thinking this in his heart, looking at Li Xiuyuan lying down, he really refused to take it away, so he had to say: "Then I will shamelessly ask the Yaozun for a spiritual medicine to feed you."

Meng Shentong, who had been silent all the time, said with a serious expression: "I'm afraid these two games this afternoon won't be that easy. Are you sure?"

Li Xiuyuan said lazily: "There is no turning back arrow when the bow is fired. Is there any way for the disciple to retreat?"

At this moment, a pleasant voice sounded outside the door: "Excuse me, is Yuzun here? I am ordered by my master to send a jar of elixir to my junior brother in Zhufeng..."

While he was talking, it was the female disciple of Medicine Master who came into the living room with a vat of medicinal juice that had just been boiled.

Yuzun smiled and said: "Thank you Master for your kindness for me, and go back!"

The person who came was a woman in a yellow dress. She looked at Li Xiuyuan who was lying motionless and asked, "Junior brother, is he injured or infected with the cold? Do you want me to invite Master over?"

Nalan Ruoyu glanced at Li Xiuyuan's appearance, turned around and said with a smile: "He can't die. You have to go back to the afternoon and let him rest for a while."

The woman in the yellow dress nodded in agreement and said, "Junior brother, you are good, I will continue to work hard this afternoon." After saying this, she blessed the three of them, turned around and walked out the door.

The haggard and tired look in Li Xiuyuan's eyes became clearer, and his motionlessness made people feel pitiful.

Nalan Ruoyu looked at him tenderly and said: "Look, Bian Yaozun also knows that you have consumed too much energy and energy, so why don't people give you the elixir? Get up and drink it quickly?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at her feebly, looked at the medicine jar on the table and said sadly: "Master, I have tried my best to keep a low profile for two games. If swords are facing each other in the afternoon, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep a low profile anymore."

"Let me think about it." Nalan Ruoyu raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "In my opinion, the third game should not be difficult. The most difficult thing for you to deal with should be Ouyang Xuan behind Ouyang Chongming."

Li Xiuyuan got out of the animal blanket, held the medicine jar and smelled it. After making sure that there was no problem with the herbs in it, he poured a bowl and drank it slowly.

Quietly feeling the power of the medicine in his chest and abdomen quickly dispersing into his muscles and veins, Li Xiuyuan put down the medicine bowl in his hand and said, "Then let's give it a try."

After taking the medicine and getting into the animal blanket, Li Xiuyuan looked at the ceiling of the library and said, "Teacher, please don't involve the disciples in such things in the future. It's too tiring."

"You are not bad. In the eyes of everyone today, you are not just hiding your clumsiness. You are truly clumsy when it comes to calligraphy and painting."

Meng Shentong looked at him and smiled and said: "Fortunately, those three swords have already gone through the air, otherwise I would like to see how you explain it to the master."

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Teacher, I have never learned chess before, and I have never played chess at all... Fortunately, you changed the rules..."

In his opinion, if he were to compete in chess today, he would have no choice but to admit defeat obediently.

His husband had never taught him how to play chess before, and later neither the old Taoist priests on Luoxia Mountain nor the masters in the academy taught him.

On the contrary, the master of the academy taught him some knowledge of harp music when he lost his memory, which helped him gain a deeper understanding of harp music.

Nalan Ruoyu thought for a while, looked at Meng Shentong and asked: "They won't have a nervous breakdown and want to continue to compete in chess, right?"

After saying that, he poured the spiritual tea into the pot and filled the old man with steaming spiritual tea.

The old man shook his head, looked at her and replied calmly: "No, they are already frightened, and they will not play this elegant contest again in the afternoon."

Nalan Ruyu nodded thoughtfully and said, "The tricks failed. In their opinion, the only way to solve the problem is to fight."

The fingers of the old hand holding the tea cup froze slightly. He raised his head and looked at Li Xiuyuan aside, and said in surprise: "There should be no problem if we play two more games."

Li Xiuyuan, who was huddled in the animal blanket, replied: "What else can I do? At worst, the teacher will take his disciples back to the cave at the top of the Bamboo Peak..."

Meng Shentong was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and said leisurely: "After these four battles, I will not let the masters and others trouble you again. From now on, you can practice with peace of mind!"

"I suddenly remembered that we forgot something."

Nalan Ruo looked at the half cup of spiritual tea in his hand and said in a daze: "If I really win the title of headmaster, I will not be here for long, and my disciple will have to explore the depths of the Snowy Mountains."

...

On Tiandao Peak, in Tianshu Hall.

Wang Qiang looked at the headmaster with a tired look on his face and said, "I didn't expect that junior brother would win two games in a row so easily. Master, do you think the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land will feel despair?!"

Pingan, who was sitting aside, thought about Li Xiuyuan's appearance when he was repairing on the high platform, and nodded subconsciously.

The headmaster looked at the two of them and shook his head and said, "My teacher was thinking the same thing as you two at the time. When I came back here and thought about it carefully, I still felt that something was wrong!"

Wang Qiang looked at the headmaster's haggard face and asked: "What's wrong? Is it possible that junior brother can't beat the opponent this afternoon?"

The headmaster replied: "The situation was critical at that time. We were all worried about that kid. Only his two masters were confident and didn't seem to be worried at all..."

"Is it possible that junior brother is deliberately hiding his clumsiness?"

Wang Qiang couldn't help but said: "But Elder Ouyang is not an easy person to deal with. Whenever junior brother behaves abnormally, he should be able to tell it at a glance?!"

The headmaster smiled after hearing this, but did not say any more.

In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether Li Xiuyuan hides his clumsiness or not, as long as he wins two more games in the afternoon.

Thinking about the lack of disciples in Tianyun Mountain, the headmaster sighed, looked at him and said: "When this storm passes, the sect will arrange for disciples with their own peaks to go to the Tianhuang Mountains in batches to practice. You and Ping'an will

Going."

Wang Qiang recalled how he met Li Xiuyuan on Tianhuang Mountain, and replied seriously: "It's a place where people are trained. Junior brother almost died on Tianhuang Mountain..."

Ping An also said: "Master, when Ping An met his brother for the first time, he almost died in that cave."

The headmaster said quietly: "It is precisely because of the danger between life and death that I let you go there to experience it."

Wang Qiang nodded and said: "As soon as the disciple recovers his health, I will take everyone there!"

"There's no rush!" The headmaster shook his head and said, "Let's solve the immediate trouble first, and everything from now on will be easy to arrange."

...

On top of the bamboo peak, in the Yaoguang Palace.

Xiao Ling'er was making a fire to cook, while Chen Xiaoyan was sitting aside in a daze.

In front of her, a winter plum blooming from an old tree branch painted by Li Xiuyuan hung quietly.

Unlike Ouyang Manxue, there were no plum blossoms or old branches in her eyes. At this moment, she vaguely saw three swords slashing through the void and tearing the paper away!

The sword had already left the paper, leaving only a faint trace of ink on the paper. If she hadn't looked carefully and again, she would have almost let the cold plum blossoms on the top of the old tree deceive her eyes.

Standing up, he walked to the wall and gently touched the faint ink marks on the paper. Feeling the faint movement of the sword, he turned sideways and looked forward along the paper...

She couldn't help but gasp... She finally understood why the snow leopard descending the mountain in Ouyang Xia Yun's painting suddenly disappeared before it could pounce in front of Li Xiuyuan.

It was chopped to pieces by this second sword force in front of everyone's eyes!

However, at that moment, everyone could only see the sky full of wind and snow, and only the ferocious beast Snow Leopard rushing down the mountain. No one saw the sword movement hidden in the wind and snow.

Seeing her sister staring at the winter plums on the wall and giggling, Xiao Ling'er couldn't help but ask: "Sister, what are you doing? Brother, doesn't this winter plum look good? I think it's good, I'll give this painting to Xiao Ling'er!"

"

"Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you!"

After seeing Li Xiuyuan's intentions clearly, Chen Xiaoyan couldn't help but murmured: "So you've been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? No wonder Master is rushing to accept you as his disciple!"

When Xiao Ling'er heard it, she immediately shouted: "Xiao Ling'er likes it. From now on, this painting will be Xiao Ling'er's!"

Chen Xiaoyan looked at her and smiled: "Since you like it, then put it away... Remember, if someone buys this painting from you in the future, it will cost at least five thousand, no! Ten thousand spiritual stones."

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Xiao Ling'er was stunned, looked at her and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, my brother's paintings are actually worth so many spiritual stones?"

"Do you believe it? If you don't believe it, just keep it for me!"

Chen Xiaojiang said in a more serious tone: "Do you believe that when this storm is over, I can sell him at least 10,000 spiritual stones if I go to Sword Master."

When Xiao Ling'er heard this, she quickly said: "Mine, I brought this back from the table on the high platform!"
To be continued...