The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

"Then, in fact, this kingdom of God existed tens of thousands of years ago on our continent, and it has gradually declined?"

"How do you know?!" Yun Su shook his tail in surprise, "This is not a secret known to everyone."

"Master, if you want to read novels, read some serious novels. Something like 'Thirty Years in the East, Thirty Years in the West' is good. Don't always read novels about sex between men and women. The background of the story in those novels may not be complete."

Jing Yan sighed helplessly: "Now, can I get out of my room?"

"Don't be impatient!"

Yun Su jumped onto Jing Yan's legs, his eyes flickering.

"What I am going to talk about next is the key point!"

"I'll give you thirty seconds. I need to practice."

"Thirty seconds is not enough. You can practice for a few minutes..."

"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

Jingyan counted down indifferently and ruthlessly. It was not that he did not respect his teacher, but that he had a very clear judgment of his master's moral standards.

"Alright alright."

Yun Su sighed and asked, "Do you know what Zhongzhou City was called in the Divine Kingdom Era? Juxiandu! There are countless treasures of prehistoric powers buried here..."

"So, Master, what do you want to say?" Jing Yan tilted his head. "Are you saying that the city we are in now is actually a huge prehistoric cemetery, and every night there will be fox demons coming to tell people bedtime stories, making it impossible for them to rest?"

"pedantic!"

Yun Su patted Jing Yan's head, not noticing that Jing Yan was speaking in a sarcastic way, or even if she noticed, she would not admit it.

The fairy-like little fox put his hands on his hips and said proudly:

"Do you know? The trial conference was not originally scheduled in Zhongzhou. It was just that a prehistoric secret realm was accidentally opened up in Zhongzhou City. However, this secret realm has a very strict law, and only young monks can enter it."

Yun Su paused, glanced at Jing Yan's young and handsome face, and said:

"So, adhering to the unhuman tradition that monks are like bricks that can be moved wherever they are needed, this year's Trial Conference has updated new content, iterated on the old gameplay, and launched a brand new secret realm exploration trial."

"How is it? Are you excited?"

“Not at all.”

Jing Yan raised his eyebrows. It was really too classic. It sounded like the thing that the son of destiny in novels used to pick up opportunities and improve their strength. As a villain (in his own opinion), wouldn't he be just a food delivery boy if he went there? On the contrary, the sons of destiny like Wen Youqing and Luo Li should go in and take a look.

It must be that the opportunity is exaggerated and good fortune will come rolling in.

"How could I have a disciple as stupid as you!"

Yun Su gritted his teeth and looked at Jing Yan as if he was a fool.

"You don't want this opportunity. Have you ever heard the saying, 'If you don't take what heaven offers, you will suffer the consequences?'"

"I haven't heard of it. Anyway, I'm not interested."

Jing Yan could always sense a hint of conspiracy in Yun Su's tone. This was a passive warning resulting from the countless times he had been cheated since he was a child, so he refused vigilantly.

"Well then." Yun Su sighed and rubbed his wrist: "Then let's talk about you escaping from the sect and the fact that I, your master, was no longer able to serve you."

She paused, and her eyes looking at Jingyan gradually became deep and solemn.

"My disciple, I know you don't have any bad intentions, but do you know that you left the mountain when you had a disagreement? You fled from the sect, but I, your master, have been cut off from your support and I have lost my life."

"What you just rejected was not my plan, but a path to your future freedom. I am angry today, but you will return to the mountains tomorrow!"

"In short, pack up your things. It's time for Master to take you back to the sect to report."

When Jing Yan heard about returning to the sect, he was suddenly shocked awake. He thought calmly for a while and said from the bottom of his heart:

"Master, I'm sorry I was possessed by a ghost just now. I don't remember what I said just now... So how can I participate in such a mysterious, exciting, and rewarding secret realm?"

A victorious smile appeared on Yun Su's lips.

"If you take part in this year's trial competition and come back with the first place, Master, I can consider negotiating a price with the ancestor and let you live freely outside for a few more years."

"Really? Is it true, Master?"

"It is true. Of course it is true, disciple."

Jing Yan frowned. He now faced two choices.

One is to return to the sect, the other is to fight with the master.

But after thinking about his master's strength, Jing Yan decided to give himself a third option.

That trial sounds pretty good... I guess.

Rather than returning to the sect and accepting the inevitable fate of destruction, it is better to give it a try.

Isn’t it just a trial? As long as I follow Wen Youqing and Luo Li closely, I won’t encounter any danger, right?

......

......

Yun Su walked into Jing Yan's room.

Outside the door, Ouyang Yun was waiting impatiently.

"How's it going? Is it done?"

Ouyang Yun asked anxiously.

If we want to launch Plan 2, it is a necessary prerequisite to let Jingyan participate in the Trial Conference. If even this prerequisite cannot be met, it can basically be said that all the work is in vain and everyone can just go to bed.

"Take it!"

Yun Su smiled, showing his little tiger teeth, made a victory gesture, and said to Ouyang Yun:

"Old man, you must not forget your promise. If the ancestor stops my support, you must use your pension to give me gold coins..."

As she spoke, she looked at the bright moon in the distance.

Thinking silently——

With this money, what gifts should I give to my disciples and grandchildren?

35. Seize the opportunity

The twenty-ninth day of the winter month is the winter solstice.

A light snow fell in the Tianshan Mountains, like floating willow catkins, so hazy that it was difficult to see clearly.

The city of Zhongzhou was covered in white by a thin layer of snow. The stove in the middle room flickered with orange flames, isolating the severe cold.

Wen Youqing exhaled a puff of mist and counted the identity cards in front of him.

"Three B-level, two C-level, plus you and me, the D-level..."

Wen Youqing looked at it for a long time, as if calculating something. After a while, she said excitedly: "We have collected two Class A identity cards, so we can go to participate in the trial meeting!"

"It took you so long to figure out such a simple question."

Luo Li was peeling an orange. She concentrated on peeling the round skin of the orange, revealing the golden flesh.

Then he put it in his mouth and chewed it, revealing a satisfied expression.

"Luo Li, I heard that people who eat a lot of oranges will have smaller breasts."

Facing Luo Li's ridicule, Wen Youqing also learned her lesson and changed the topic directly, bringing the conversation back to the track she was familiar with.

"what?"

Luo Li was so scared that she quickly threw the orange on the table, puzzled: "How did you know?"

"I see the essence through the phenomenon and infer it from you."

Wen Youqing glanced at Luo Li's barrenness, and proudly puffed out his chest, with two round objects dangling in front of Luo Li.

"After all, I never eat oranges."

"Wen Youqing!" Luo Li gritted her teeth, "Are you mocking me?"

"Little Green Tea, I'm just mocking you, why are you yelling?! You want to fight?"

Just as the battle was about to begin, the closed door was pushed open. Jing Yan shook off the fallen snow on his shoulders, and the little fox on his body also shook its body, symbolically shaking its spotless fur.

In two days, the trial conference will begin.

According to conservative statistics, at least one thousand monks have got the opportunity to participate in this secret realm trial.

Among them are free cultivators, there are also the chosen ones from the big sects, and there are also cultivators from the demonic sects. In short, the quality is uneven, and the gap in their cultivation strength is huge.

The lowest level of cultivation among them is only the Jindan stage, while the highest level has broken through the Yuanying stage, reached the Huashen stage, and even surpassed the Jingyan.

Therefore, to accomplish what Yun Su said and "win the championship" is actually a very difficult task.

I guess it was a fight between dragons and tigers.

But Jingyan didn’t really care about this. He frowned and looked worried.

Including Yun Su on his shoulder, he also had a dejected look on his face and seemed a little unhappy.

Jing Yan was worried about Wen Youqing's future and his own future.

What Yun Su worries about is that he can’t hear anyone shouting lines from a cool novel in real life.

Because Hunyuan Taoism broke the contract.

Here's the thing -

Today, Jing Yan and Yun Su decided to find Hunyuan Taoism to discuss the process and details of the three-year agreement.

After all, the competition system has been changed this year. It is no longer a ring battle as in the past. Everyone has the opportunity to challenge one-on-one.

This year it was replaced with an open secret realm.

Therefore, if the three-year bet is to be fulfilled, it is crucial for the two sides to have a fight.

However, he did not expect that when he arrived at the residence of Hunyuan Taoism and just told the purpose of his visit, the disciples of Hunyuan Taoism immediately invited him into the house.

While Jingyan was still wondering whether this was a Hongmen Banquet, the other party had already served him hot tea, took out a handwritten letter from the sect leader, and respectfully handed it to Jingyan.

Where is the old master? Why didn't he come to Zhongzhou in person for such an important event as the Trial Conference?

Jing Yan opened the letter in confusion and began to read, but the more he read, the colder his heart became.

All in all, the general meaning of this letter is that we, the Hunyuan Taoist sect, admit defeat and you win the bet.

The story begins three years ago.

After making a three-year agreement with Jing Yan, Ye Fan, the genius disciple of Hunyuan Taoism, slipped down the mountain overnight and returned to secular life. There has been no news of him since then.

The old master had no choice but to rush down the mountain to look for him. He searched all the toilets in the surrounding area, but still couldn't find the genius "Ye Fan".

There was no other way. The current generation of disciples of Hunyuan Taoist Sect was really weak. Except for Ye Fan, no one could fight. Therefore, Hunyuan Taoist Sect, which could not even gather all the participants, had to give up this trial conference.

I'm not going!

Therefore, they only sent this one disciple to Zhongzhou to deliver the old master's letter to Jingyan.

We admit defeat, you win the three-year agreement!

After reading the scriptures, I felt choked up.

Damn, is this how things are going to turn out? Why do I feel like there are so many flaws everywhere?

You can't go to the toilet to look for someone!

Is there really such a solution to the three-year agreement? Just admit defeat directly, so cleanly and neatly. There is no trace of the pretentious and face-slapping plot in the cool novels at all!

What about Wen Youqing? !

Although the result is correct, the process is a bit too biased, isn't it? !

Jing Yan angrily criticized:

"This guy who sneaked out of the sect is too uncultured!"

Yun Su glanced at Jing Yan, thinking that a guy who had escaped from the sect had the nerve to say such a thing, and couldn't help but ask back: "Are you introducing yourself?"

"You can't generalize people's physiques."

"Ah."