Why do you always want to be my Taoist partner?

In addition to the First Elder and the Second Elder, the Third Elder and the Fourth Elder also had a gleam in their eyes at this moment, but after a moment they could not help but shake their heads with regret. Why should such a good seedling be trapped by love to this extent?

If he was in love with an ordinary woman, then he could just marry her off to her and let her practice hard. But the woman he fell in love with was Mu Bingning, the daughter of the sect leader. Who would dare to offend her?

At this moment, everyone in the audience had their own thoughts, and the stage was also particularly quiet.

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Mugo lowered his head and stared blankly at the branch that had pierced his shoulder.

He was not afraid of pain. He had been practicing sword skills for many years and had suffered such injuries hundreds of times. However, he had never felt such pain before. He raised his head and stared at Jiang Li's face. "Are you also practicing sharp sword skills?"

Jiang Li shook his head, "I've thought about this for a while."

Actually Jiang Li still lied. In fact, he just sensed the aura of the other party, so he used it again by imitating him. When he showed Bai Sheng the sword technique of chasing light, he was not joking with her. He really used chasing light, but the speed was so fast that Bai Sheng could not see it clearly, and it flew back to his hand and was put into his storage ring.

"How long have you been practicing?"

"Two years."

The beginning of a lie requires the next lie to cover it up. Mugo's eyes gradually became dim. He lowered his head and looked at the broken spirit sword on the ground. His cheeks lost their color.

Jiang Li reached out and pulled the branch off his shoulder, then pressed a few acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and then asked, "How long have you had this sword?"

"Three years."

Mugo answered stupidly, a look of confusion appeared on his pale face at the moment, "I spent three years completing several sect tasks every month, and finally saved enough sect contributions to exchange for this sword!"

During those three years, he watched the sect's points rise little by little, and those points filled the jealousy in his heart.

He was jealous of his fellow disciples who could practice cultivation from birth, jealous of the high and mighty Qian Tingsheng, jealous of him being able to hold a yellow-grade spiritual sword as soon as he held it, and jealous of him being able to gain a high-grade earth-level sword when his cultivation broke through to the Jindan stage.

So he gritted his teeth and worked hard, saving for a long, long time, and finally exchanged for this sword. When he first exchanged it, he couldn't sleep the whole night. He hugged the scabbard in the middle of the night, stroking the sword body, as if he was stroking his beloved woman.

But at this moment the sword was chopped into pieces by Jiang Li.

They used the same sword intent, and even just a piece of branch was used.

"Why?" he muttered stupidly.

Why were his efforts always meaningless? Why, even though he practiced sword fighting for longer than Qian Tingsheng every day, and was obviously more diligent than Qian Tingsheng, risking his life in every sect mission, he still lost to Qian Tingsheng in the end. Qian Tingsheng only used six moves to put the sword across his neck, leaving him powerless to resist.

Facing Jiang Li at this moment, he lost again, and lost so miserably, but his opponent was a man who had wasted four years of practice and whose cultivation was only at the initial stage of foundation building!

So he doesn’t understand, why?

Jiang Li lowered his head and looked at the half-broken sword in Mu Ge's hand. Mu Ge's hand slowly loosened, and the half-broken sword fell to the ground, but Jiang Li quickly picked it up again.

"Brother Mugo, I didn't mean to destroy your sword on purpose."

Mu Ge finally came back to his senses, staring at Jiang Li in front of him with confused eyes. He tried hard to suppress his emotions, but still couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice, "It's not your fault."

"That's not what I meant." Jiang Li scratched his head.

"What I mean is that the essence of sharpness is to turn the virtual into the real. In fact, I didn't just hold a branch just now, it was more like I held the sharpness itself, so I was able to cut your sword."

"Brother Mugo's sword is too good. Because your sword is too good, you have overlooked the original meaning of sharpness. The ultimate sharpness in my understanding is that everything can be a sword."

Jiang Li held the half-broken sword and said, "Senior Brother Mu Ge's sharpness should have reached a bottleneck in his practice, right?"

"Because you have such a good sword, it is difficult for you to pursue the ultimate sharpness at this time. You just want to make the sword in your hand sharper. In fact, you don't need such a sword. In other words, it doesn't matter if it is a broken sword."

Mu Ge looked at the broken sword in Jiang Li's hand. He could feel that the original gap in the broken sword was now filled with a sharp aura, and that sharp aura completed the sword.

"First, cultivate your sharpness to the point where everything can be a sword. This is the end of the sword spirit. If you want to go further, Brother Mugo can try to have a sword in your heart. You yourself are the sharpness itself, and then you no longer need a sword in your hand."

Jiang Li put the broken sword back into Mu Ge's hand.

Mu Ge stared at the broken sword in his hand. The confusion in his eyes finally dissipated gradually, and his voice gradually became firm, "Thank you for your advice."

"Brother Mu Ge still has to walk the road by himself. I just said it casually." Jiang Li smiled and didn't care.

The sword fight has come to an end, and we can prepare to go back to sleep.

Well, it didn’t destroy Mugo’s sword heart, and Mugo doesn’t have to pay for the sword himself. The plan worked.

But Jiang Li was not just fooling Mu Ge, in fact, he felt that what he said made a lot of sense, although he did fail to control the momentum of his sword and ended up cutting off Mu Ge's sword... Jiang Xiaoli felt a little guilty.

The eyes of Mu Ge in front of him gradually became firm and bright. He bowed deeply to Jiang Li, then frankly admitted defeat and walked off the stage.

Jiang Li was about to leave the stage, but at this moment, another person jumped up from the stage. It was a sword cultivator in green. Jiang Li didn't even recognize him, but he asked respectfully, "Brother Jiang Li, could you...discuss sword skills with me?"

Chapter 70: Chapter : I’ll make you jealous to death!

Jiang Li's expression became a little strange.

The second one of Hidden Sword Sect lost to me. Logically speaking, it should be Qian Tingsheng's turn to appear at this time. How dare you?

But the other party's expression was too respectful and polite. Jiang Li didn't really want to debate with him. He looked towards the audience. Surprisingly, Qian Buyun was also looking at him.

Jiang Li had a strange guess in his mind.

Could it be that he sent someone to test my strength?

Jiang Li was about to refuse, but his eyes fell on Zhao Qingshan again. Zhao Qingshan was looking at him expectantly at this moment. This old man who was over two hundred years old had a stubborn personality, but he treated Jiang Li very well.

At the beginning, he treated Jiang Li as a semi-closed disciple, and thought of Jiang Li when there was something good. Jiang Li did not disappoint his expectations and helped him get rid of a lot of bad feelings from the Yang Jian Sect.

In fact, the relationship in the Hidden Sword Sect is not that bad. The four elders are also very calculating and competitive with each other on a daily basis, just like parents who must want to show off their children more on a daily basis. Zhao Qingshan is an elder of the Yangjian Sect of the Hidden Sword Peak, but the Yangjian Sect has declined over the years. The resources available to Zhao Qingshan have become fewer and fewer, and he has gradually lost a lot of his say in the Hidden Sword Peak.

At the beginning, Zhao Qingshan had placed a lot of expectations on him. He spent the rest of his life accompanied by the sword, lonely and helpless. Jiang Li had drunk and chatted with Zhao Qingshan before. He learned that Zhao Qingshan started practicing in his twenties. At that time, he was still a mortal man with his own wife. Later, he embarked on the path of practice, but his wife was ultimately defeated by the passage of time and could not resist the invasion of time. Even though Zhao Qingshan found a lot of medicinal materials for his wife, her mortal body eventually came to an end at the age of 120. Zhao Qingshan buried her with his own hands. From then on, he never looked for a Taoist partner again, and accompanied himself with the sword. Therefore, time left traces on his face, making him look like a little old man.

If a person who practices cultivation thinks that his appearance can remain on his face forever, and his heart has already gone with his wife, then he naturally won't care.

Jiang Li has always felt a little guilty towards Zhao Qingshan.

He was very afraid of other people's expectations of him because he was afraid of disappointing them. He had definitely disappointed Zhao Qingshan before. Although he thought he was always heartless, he still felt a little guilty at this moment.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Li took a deep breath and looked at the audience.

"I am Jiang Li from the Sword Cultivation Sect of Hidden Sword Peak, and I am the direct disciple of Elder Zhao. All the disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect who want to fight with me today can come to the stage. Senior Brother Jiang Li can teach you a few moves."

After saying these words, he turned his gaze to Zhao Qingshan.

Zhao Qingshan was a little dazed at first, but after a moment he burst into laughter, and Jiang Li also laughed.

On and off the stage, the old and the young were laughing wildly and absurdly.

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Jiang Li's words made the Yangjian Sect's disciples very happy, but when some people are happy, there will naturally be some people who are unhappy. The unhappy ones are naturally the disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect. Jiang Li turned around and took out a black iron sword.

There is no point in using a butcher knife to kill a chicken. If you use the sword given by Bai Sheng at this time, it would be such a waste.

The black iron sword easily scratched the opponent's right shoulder within three moves. The opponent also clearly understood the gap and admitted defeat, but soon the next disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect came up.

The atmosphere suddenly became very lively. The sun had quietly set, the moon had risen, all the fluorite stones on the sword-fighting arena were lit up, and the moonlight fell.

Yangjian Sect also has its own swordsmanship. Jiang Li is using Yangjian Sect's swordsmanship at the moment, and all the sword moves he uses are sword moves. The cultivation base of those disciples who come up is not that high, and he can easily deal with them with his physical strength.

In just one stick of incense, Jiang Li dealt with the four disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect who came up, but he did not hesitate or slack off for the slightest. Instead, he continued to look at the stage and waited quietly.

Bai Sheng stared blankly at Jiang Li on the stage. At this moment, Brother Jiang Li in her eyes had become extremely shining, like a bright and shiny little man. She had never seen Jiang Li seeking the limelight before.

In fact, Jiang Li didn't like to show off. The higher he was, the more likely he would be envied and hated. After all, people didn't want others to live better than themselves, but they all liked to show false sympathy to those who lived worse than themselves, or they would happily take advantage of their misfortunes.

There were bursts of cheers from the Yangjian Sect disciples from the audience.

Some disciples of the Sword-raising Sect had even started betting on how many Jiang Li could challenge, but as time went on, the number quickly exceeded the original highest estimate of ten, and then exceeded twenty, thirty, and forty.

Jiang Li was counting in his mind, this was already the 49th one he had challenged.

Logically speaking, Qian Tingsheng should be unable to sit still at this moment.

It wasn't just him who thought so, even the Hidden Sword Sect disciples in the audience thought so. Qian Tingsheng didn't come to watch the sword fight today, probably because he felt disdainful of it. But now so many Hidden Sword Sect disciples have already lost here, so Senior Brother Qian should have received the news, right?

But Qian Tingsheng did not show up.

Jiang Li easily defeated the opponent in front of him again, looked down at the stage, and said, "Anything else?"

But at this moment many people hesitated and never went on stage again. If they had gone on stage at the beginning, they would still have some face, but now Jiang Li had already challenged forty-nine people. If they went on stage again and still lost to Jiang Li, it would be too embarrassing.

So the disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect began to look forward to Qian Tingsheng's appearance.

As the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Sword Sect, the only one who has reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and has also comprehended the sword intent, and possesses such a good sword, if Senior Brother Qian were here, how could he allow Jiang Li to be so rampant?

"Where's Senior Brother Qian? Where's Senior Brother Qian? Save him."

"Someone has already gone to inform Senior Brother Qian. I guess he will be here soon."

"Brother Qian will surely be able to kill Jiang Li with his sword if he comes. He is really arrogant right now."

"The Sword Clan has been hiding for so long. Now that they have a rare opportunity, shouldn't they show off a bit?"

The disciples below the stage were discussing a lot, but Qian Buyun sighed at this moment. He looked at the stage and said, "Well, there is still a week before the Hidden Sword Peak Competition. Tingsheng has been concentrating on swordsmanship recently. Let Tingsheng have a good sword fight with you then. Today's sword fight should also end."

Jiang Li also looked at him, smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'm looking forward to a duel with Senior Brother Qian."

After these two sentences were said, today's farce came to an end. The disciples of Yangjian Sect cheered, while the disciples of Yinjian Sect all lowered their heads, probably feeling that it was a bit shameful, and they all stood up and left.

Qian Buyun and the remaining elders also stood up and left. Jiang Li walked down the stage and came in front of Zhao Qingshan. Zhao Qingshan's beard twitched, and he reached out and knocked on his head.

"You have talent and sword intention. If you practice well, how could you be laughed at for so many years?"

"Haven't I already vented my anger for you? And you still beat me up." Jiang Li looked aggrieved. Zhao Qingshan finally laughed. He was silent for a moment and said, "You did a great job."

"It should."

"How far have you comprehended your sword intent?" Zhao Qingshan lowered his voice, "I remember that your sword intent is not sharp."

"My sword power... Qian Ting is not good at it anyway, so I can easily crush him." Jiang Li answered bluntly.

But Zhao Qingshan in front of him was both angry and amused, and he reached out his hand and tapped his shoulder, "If you have this sword intent and practice hard, you can practice to the late stage of Jindan, and then get first place in the sect competition. Then it would be a natural thing for you to ask the sect master to marry Mu Bingning to you as a Taoist partner. The sect master might agree."

Zhao Qingshan tried to persuade him, but Jiang Li shook his head, "No, I have no interest in that woman. There are so many beautiful sisters waiting for me in Xuantian Dao Jizong Mountain."

"You deserve to be beaten!" Zhao Qingshan glared at him. Jiang Li still had that dead pig smile, Zhao Qingshan couldn't do anything to him, "Then tell me, with your skin and your frivolous mind, if you stay at Hehuan Peak for a few months, your cultivation level will be higher than this, right?"

"Isn't this enough? Master, you understand me. I don't seek fame, nor do I want to be a young swordsman. This is my pursuit."

Zhao Qingshan could only shake his head helplessly in the end, but he did not force it anymore. He just lowered his voice and continued, "The old guy Qian Buyun is very proud. When the Hidden Sword Peak Competition comes, you still have to be careful of Qian Tingsheng."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss in a fight with someone?"

"You have a lot of clever ideas." Zhao Qingshan smiled helplessly. He took out a wine jug from his body and stuffed it into Jiang Li's hand.

"For your reward."

Jiang Li opened the wine flask and knew it as soon as he smelled it. This was the monkey wine that Zhao Qingshan had stolen from the monkey group on Feijian Peak. He put the wine flask away with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

"I'm not your master. Alright, prepare well for the Hidden Sword Peak Competition. I'm counting on you to bring honor to the Yangjian Sect."

"understand!"

Zhao Qingshan shook his head helplessly again, still with a little regret, and left Jiang Li's presence. Jiang Li turned his gaze to Yue Ji who was sitting over there.

He walked to Yue Ji's side and asked curiously, "Where is Bai Sheng?"

"Bai Sheng just left with Mu Bingning."

"Oh."

"Mu Bingning left when she heard you say, 'I've lost interest in that woman a long time ago.'"

"Oh." Jiang Li nodded innocently.

Yue Ji looked at him with particularly suspicion at this moment. She always suspected that there were some unspeakable secrets between Mu Bingning and Jiang Li, but Jiang Li's expression was particularly innocent. Jiang Li came to Yue Ji.

"Sister, aren't you going to reward me?"

"You've been in the spotlight, why do you want a reward from me? Qian Tingsheng, you haven't solved it for me yet."

"How about... an advance payment of a little bit?"

Yue Ji took a step forward, suddenly stretched out her hand generously, and then gently hugged Jiang Li.

Under the gazes of many Sword Cultivation Sect disciples, she hugged him tightly, leaned close to Jiang Li's ear, and raised the corner of her lips, "Are you satisfied with this?"

"That's called being in the limelight."

Jiang Li also laughed, his eyes looking at the envious and at a loss disciples behind him.

I'm so jealous of you!