I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Looking at the faces below that were either full of admiration or jealousy and fear, Xiao Wuyou felt for the first time that he was in a high position and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Thinking back to the past, I hid in Wuyou Peak all day long, living in fear, but now I’m considered a big shot!

"Everyone, this morning meeting is mainly for two things. The first thing is to congratulate our Juejian Sect's chief for winning the Netherworld Sword and completely annihilating the Blood Prison Sect, one of the seven evil sects! He has brought glory to our righteous path!" The great elder stood up and said passionately.

The disciples cheered with equal enthusiasm and praised the performance to the utmost.

No one doesn't like to be praised, but when Xiao Wuyou was secretly happy, the elder changed the subject: "Another thing is the righteous competition in two weeks!"

Xiao Wuyou frowned and realized the problem.

The Righteous Path Competition, as the name suggests, is a competition held by the four major sects to determine the most outstanding cultivators of the younger generation.

However, this is far from an individual competition between cultivators, but a contest between sects.

Through the righteous competition, the younger generation of the righteous sects in the world will be ranked. At the same time, it will also be a ranking for the strength of the sects in the next few decades.

Whoever wins the championship will not only gain the reputation of being the number one prodigy in the righteous path, but will also bring honor to the entire sect and secure the throne of the number one sect in the righteous path for the next few decades.

By the way, the champion of the last righteous competition was Lingshou Manor.

As for the Juejian Sect, ever since the Longyue Sword Immortal went into seclusion a thousand years ago, there has been no genius of such extraordinary talent to lead an era, so naturally, they had no chance of becoming the champion.

TNND, playing dirty again!

Xiao Wuyou has been cheated before, how could he not know what these old guys are thinking?

He must have praised me first and then begged me to participate in this righteous competition!

Only a ghost wants to participate in this broken...

Xiao Wuyou looked at the admiring gazes of his fellow junior brothers and sisters, and then caught a glimpse of the expectant eyes of the three girls. Suddenly, he became a little unsure.

The righteous competition is relatively friendly. Although the competition is fierce, it is not a life-and-death battle.

Right now, the four sons of luck still have a long way to go before they can be as proud as Tiantian.

Although there was no prophetic scene, Xiao Wuyou also understood that if he could win the championship for the Juejian Sect, the Juejian Sect would become more powerful in the future.

Before the sons of luck grow up, settling down in the most righteous path in the world is a perfect guarantee.

As for the fame, connections, and resources brought by being the most righteous person in the world, they are not a necessity, but how could Xiao Wuyou despise them?

The only thing that worries Xiao Wuyou is the issue of safety.

Without the reminder of the prophetic picture, there is a lack of insurance after all. I am afraid that I will encounter some unexpected incident during this trip.

Xiao Wuyou was thinking on the side, and the great elder's speech did not stop.

"With Wuyou here, my Juejian Sect will surely take the top spot this time and spread the reputation of swordsmanship throughout the world!" The great elder waved his hand with great enthusiasm.

However, at this moment, an extremely unhappy questioning voice came from the corner.

"Brother, is it too early to make a decision now?"

Elder Tianya looked at Xiao Wuyou with a determined look on his face: "I think that you should stay in seclusion for ten years!"

Chapter 9 Puzzles

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Ten years without any release? You must be kidding!

He didn't go out before because he didn't have the strength to protect himself, but now he has four sons of luck who need to be trained, and one of them is not even in the Juejian Sect, so Xiao Wuyou naturally couldn't agree.

Although there are no prophecy scenes now, I am still worried that some lucky child will encounter some other problems in the future!

However, before Xiao Wuyou could speak, Elder Zhan Yue shouted loudly, suppressing the voice of Elder Tian Ya.

"A sword is sharpened by grinding! How can a flower grown in a greenhouse take on the responsibility of being a leader?!"

"Having said that, do you know how many demon cultivators are eyeing Wuyou's head right now?!" Elder Tianya asked, and the other side was speechless.

"How many are there?" Tushan Momo foolishly asked the question that Xiao Wuyou wanted to ask.

At this time, the beautiful woman in a long dress, Ling Bo, said solemnly: "Thousands and tens of thousands!"

"More than half of the Demon Sect's geniuses have been killed, and the leader of the Blood Prison Sect has fallen. It is only a matter of time before the Demon Sect's revenge comes!"

"If he starts a direct battle with the evil sect, my four major sects will not be afraid of him. We are just afraid that they will attack from behind and hurt the pillars of the younger generation!" Elder Tianya felt heartbroken and shook his head repeatedly.

That’s right, there are many despicable methods among the seven sects of the evil path. In fact, in the past battles between good and evil, young people of the righteous path were often secretly wiped out by the masters of the evil path.

The Juejian Sect has been silent for so many years, and finally Xiao Wuyou emerged. Elder Tianya and others are eager to protect him, so how could they bear to let him go out and take risks?

In this generation, it was Xiao Wuyou who killed the leader of the Blood Prison Sect. This was truly rare, but it made the elders both love and anger him. They loved his extraordinary talent, but were angry at him for acting without considering the consequences and doing such a cruel thing.

"Tianya, what you said is right. But the righteous competition is simply the perfect stage prepared for Wuyou and my Juejian Sect. How can I not go?" The great elder stroked his beard and advised patiently.

There is some truth to this.

It is a rare opportunity for the four major sects and the hundreds of sects in the world to gather together. Needless to say, it is a great opportunity and a good chance to become famous all over the world.

The most important thing is that the Absolute Sword Sect needs a facade. Especially now that the Blood Prison Sect has been eliminated, the relationship between the righteous and the evil is extremely tense. If the leader of the Absolute Sword Sect does not show up, he will lose to the evil in terms of momentum.

On the contrary, if the chief of Juejian Sect becomes famous in one battle and leads the righteous side of the world at this time, the morale will surely rise.

Of course, the Great Elder also has a small selfish desire to promote the reputation of the Juejian Sect.

Both sides had their own reasons and the dispute continued, which made Xiao Wuyou feel overwhelmed.

He was already a little hesitant, and after hearing what the elders from both sides said, he became even more unsure about his decision.

I feel like if we take a wrong step, the Juejian Sect and all the righteous people in the world will be destroyed!

When you can't make a decision, you naturally need to refer to other people's suggestions.

Xiao Wuyou immediately sent a message to his useless fiancée: "Yan'er, what do you think?"

"What is there to be afraid of? I say, you go and take the top spot. If the demons dare to come, you will kill them one by one. Who is afraid of who?" Liu Feiyan's eyes were full of fighting spirit and excitement.

Xiao Wuyou nodded with satisfaction. Indeed, now that he was surrounded by good fortune and had the magic sword in his hand, ordinary demon cultivators were no match for him!

But we can't just listen to one side of the story.

So Xiao Wuyou asked Junior Sister Wenjianliu again: "Xiaoyu, what do you think?"

Su Lanyu thought for a moment, and then answered clearly: "Absolutely not. Brother Wuyou, you are now in the limelight, and the demons will definitely target you. Even if you have the protection of the elders, you will inevitably be plotted against because the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light! The best strategy is to stay put!"

This time, Xiao Wuyou can’t do anything about it.

It turns out what Junior Sister said makes sense!

The two sons of destiny, in their experiences, naturally chose the way to deal with their destinies that best suited them.

However, for Xiao Wuyou, the situation is much more complicated and difficult to copy.

Xiao Wuyou finally looked at Tushan Momo, but before he could say anything, he was asked, "Master, what are we going to have for breakfast?"

Xiao Wuyou was immediately confused about whether to eat fried dough sticks or noodles. After thinking for a while, he realized that he had been misled.

, couldn't help but give Tushan Momo a blank look.

Well, there is no hope for this guy. You still have to make the decision yourself!

Seeing that the verbal battle between the two elders was getting more and more intense and their emotions were getting more and more excited, finally, a powerful pressure came and stunned everyone.

"Enough!" The great elder shouted loudly, and the whole audience fell silent.

"Let's discuss this later!" The great elder pulled his beard unhappily and waved his hands impatiently.

In fact, he personally hoped that Xiao Wuyou would participate in the righteous competition.

Except for him and Elder Zhan Yue, all other elders agreed that Xiao Wuyou should stay out of the spotlight in the sect first, so he couldn't force it.

However, they had actually been arguing for several days without any result. With the Righteous Competition approaching, they did not have much time left to consider.

Every elder looked exhausted, even Jiang Zuimeng had a bitter face.

But just as the meeting was about to end, a shout stopped everyone in their tracks.

"Wait, elders, I have a proposal!" Xiao Wuyou raised his hand to make a suggestion.

Elder Tianya's face immediately darkened: "Wuyou, don't be impulsive about this matter. If you want to become famous, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Elder Zhan Yue said impatiently: "Wuyou, the more frustrations we sword cultivators encounter, the more we should draw our swords to fight back!"

But Xiao Wuyou shook his head: "It's too early to draw conclusions now."

All the monks in the room were dumbfounded for a moment.

No, you called everyone to stop just to repeat what the elder said just now? Is it necessary?

"Since this matter is difficult to decide and we should not be careless, why don't I go ask Master and get her opinion?"

Several elders were extremely surprised.

As everyone knows, the Sword Immortal Longyue is of a dull and independent nature. He has long stopped interfering in the affairs of the sect and will not meet with disciples casually.

But if she really wanted to speak, the entire sect would not object.

"Wuyou, just go and ask. There's no need to force it and make her unhappy." The elder advised kindly.

He knew that the cultivator in front of him was a rare sword-cultivating genius who was deeply trusted by the Sword Immortal Longyue. He was also the only cultivator in the past ten thousand years who could actively seek a meeting and receive a response.

But even so, he didn't think that Xiao Wuyou's request, which had nothing to do with kendo, would be responded to.

In fact, if the Sword Immortal of Longyue came out, they would argue about whether or not they should go into full-scale war with the evil sect.

"I understand." Xiao Wuyou agreed readily.

After the morning meeting ended and the crowd dispersed, Xiao Wuyou said goodbye to the three girls and hurried to Juejian Peak.

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Surrounded by mist and in a fairy-like world, a silver-haired girl who was sitting on the ground with her eyes closed resting suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked up at the illusory night sky and stardust, and let out a melancholy sigh.

Thousands of stardusts are floating and dancing in the illusory night sky.

Among them, the two brightest ones are like a hazy crescent moon and a deep black sun.

The other few were obviously much dimmer, and they either wandered with the hazy moon and the black sun, or stayed in other corners of the night.

Of the seven stars that revolved around the black sun, only six are left now.

But Bei Ming Long Yue just glanced at them quickly and fixed his gaze on the most bizarre light in a corner of the night sky.

The wonderful stardust, which is entangled with golden red, azure blue, bright red, and black and purple, is flowing with the night and drifting towards the center of the starry sky.

"You, who are..."

Chapter 10 Your Heart

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Xiao Wuyou followed the route he remembered, following the fog, and came to the downstairs of the small pavilion by the lake.

But this time, the young master did not stay in the house.

Under the eaves, in front of the railings, a petite silver-haired girl stared at the crescent moon in the night sky, lost in thought.

Under the cold and dim light, the misty fog stopped flowing, and the quiet lake surface was also rippled. Everything seemed to be frozen at this moment, like a painting, so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

For a moment, Xiao Wuyou really thought that time had stopped for her.

"Young Master?" Xiao Wuyou called out, but the Moon Fairy did not turn back.

With no other options, Xiao Wuyou had to honestly climb up the stairs and come to the side of the junior master.

"Little Master, what are you looking at?" Xiao Wuyou boldly moved forward and tried to appreciate the moon from her perspective.

Apart from the moon being very big and bright, what else is there to see? Xiao Wuyou was a little confused.

"I'm looking at you." At this moment, the young master replied suddenly, which scared Xiao Wuyou.

"What's so good about me...Young Master, you spoke!" Xiao Wuyou suddenly reacted.

Before this, the young master rarely made any sound from his mouth, and most of the sounds were transmitted to his ears.

"...Nothing." Unfortunately, before Xiao Wuyou could savor her voice, the young master switched back to the voice transmission mode.

"Let's get down to business. Have you brought back the Netherworld Sword?" The young master returned to the reception room and went straight to the point.

"That's right."

Just like the previous times, Xiao Wuyou took out the Netherworld Sword from his storage ring.