Cultivation of Immortals: Start with blind thinking

Chapter 13
The Sword Fair was held on an open lawn. There was a light rain this morning, but it has cleared up now, and the sun is warm and pleasant.

Outside the field, there are clusters of flowers, crystal clear raindrops remain on the leaves, and butterflies dance lightly.

The bursts of flower fragrance hit, mixed with the fresh air and rich aura, which made the participants feel very excited.

On the left side of the Sword Club sits male cultivators and on the right sits female cultivators, which are clearly divided into five areas.

The first area is Junlan Kingdom disciples, and the second to fifth areas are purple card, yellow card, blue card and green card disciples respectively.

And the first district actually accounted for [-]% of the total number of people, the most lively.

Among the male cultivators of Junlan Kingdom, a young man in white and a young man in black are the most outstanding. Both are equipped with long swords, and each is surrounded by a group of people.

Among Junlan female cultivators, the one sitting at the front is naturally Junior Sister Xu Jieying, the bright pearl in the sword festival that everyone is looking forward to.

Today she is wearing a blue long dress, her hair is flying, her bright face is full of shame, and her slender neck is set off by the blue dress, which is more delicate.

She is tall and well-proportioned, she is both soft and youthful, sitting there, she is indescribably graceful.

Almost all male cultivators would glance at her intentionally or unintentionally every once in a while, but this woman was calm and confident, and seemed to have gotten used to it.

She is completely unaffected by such sneak peeks, and sometimes even shows a slight smile, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Among the blue card female disciples, there is another female cultivator who is also very eye-catching. This female name is Pan Chunxiu.

She is not from Junlan Kingdom, she looks good, with a few light beige freckles on her fair face.

Her long black braids hang down to her waist, and she wears a pair of black leather boots, which accentuate her slim figure.

The whole person looks handsome and refreshing.

She sat there upright, very elegant, with her chin raised slightly, revealing a hint of pride.

He really has a dusty temperament, which makes many Junlan male cultivators secretly admire him.

Jin Ziming received a long sword for practice at the side of the venue, squeezed into the crowd of green card disciples, and found a seat at random.

Seeing Zeng Ze waving to him in the blue card area, Jin Ziming also smiled and waved.

According to the rules of the Lanxiang Sword Club, disciples will be given a few sword-style graphics every time, but there is no written explanation.

Everyone can interpret these sword techniques according to their own perception.

Whenever the music is played, male practitioners can invite female disciples, and if the other party agrees, they will both end and perform together.

Generally speaking, male cultivators are self-aware, and will not invite female cultivators who are more advanced than themselves, lest they make themselves feel uncomfortable.

The sword will start, and even if there are two pairs of swordsmanship next stage.

Although there is nothing to say, but everyone is a well-educated and elegant person, so they will still applaud politely.

Then the music sounded several times, and several couples performed successively.

Jin Ziming has a thick skin and is not afraid of being rejected.

I thought that I was here to mess things up anyway, and this time I must not be as useless as last time, so I must walk around and gain some sense of presence.

So, when the next invitation song was played, he got up resolutely and went straight to Pan Chunxiu with long braids.

Following the example of other hypocrites, he put his left hand on his back, bent down and stretched out his right hand, with an elegant smile on his face, and said politely:

"Junior Sister Pan, I would like to ask you to come off the stage, may I honor you?"

Pan Chunxiu felt embarrassed when he saw that it was the famous "fly".

His face was flushed, and he whispered "Sorry" before daring to look at him again.

Jin Ziming didn't seem to feel that his face was hurt, he showed a playful smile, immediately stood up straight, walked back with his head held high.

There was a burst of booing in the group of male cultivators, and someone began to curse in a low voice:
"'Fly', don't come to desecrate our Junior Sister Pan!"

Jin Ziming didn't care about them, instead he turned his head and raised his chin with a provocative look on his face, which made Zeng Ze, who is a good friend, feel deeply ashamed and couldn't bear to look directly at him.

As if to make a better face, a young man in yellow clothes walked out of Junlan Kingdom male cultivator.

He is tall and handsome, and he came to Pan Chunxiu in a personable manner, made the same invitation gesture as Jin Ziming, and said with a smile:
"Junior Sister Pan, please do me a favor and perform these sword moves with me, so that everyone can see the peerless demeanor of Junior Sister."

Pan Chunxiu hesitated for a while, but the female nun who was close to her smiled coquettishly and gave her a slight push on the back, so she stood up and agreed with a smile.

The two of them both went off the field, and it was a magnificent swordplay performance, of course it was mainly Pan Chunxiu's solo performance.

She is so outstanding, not only is her swordsmanship light and beautiful, but also during the whole rehearsal, her left hand is tied behind her waist, and she only uses her right arm to sway her sword intent.

Indescribable arrogance and nobility, long braids swaying behind the slender and toned waist, endlessly pure and refined.

The performance came to an abrupt end when everyone was still unsure.

As Pan Chunxiu said goodbye, bowed his waist, and saluted to express his gratitude, the audience burst into applause.

Everyone was amazed, many male disciples had little stars in their eyes, while some female disciples showed jealousy.

Although Jin Ziming felt that the two's swordsmanship was so-so, but from the perspective of performance, it was indeed pleasing to the eye, so he also applauded.

In the depths of his heart, he was actually still somewhat dissatisfied with the rejection just now.

I think when I was in the Longxiang Gang, no matter what the origin of the little lady, as long as she entered the castle, she would either be grabbed by those rude men, carry it on her shoulders and take her back to the room;

Either the two heroes will not give in to each other, and after a fierce battle, the winner will take away the beauty.

Unlike now, you have to bend down and beg for the approval of others.

Under the stimulation of that trace of irritation, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

A bold and crazy idea popped up irresistibly, and became stronger and stronger:

"Today, I'll just play the big ones, become the object of envy of everyone in one fell swoop, and go directly to the elimination list."

The sword club has reached this node and is gradually reaching a climax.

Everyone was guessing whether it was the young man in white or black from Junlan Kingdom who could invite Paihua Xu Jieying to perform swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, a shocking and shocking scene appeared.

"Fly" stood up again, walked straight to the beautiful and incomparable Junior Sister Xu, bowed again, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to initiate an invitation.

Everyone looked like they were watching the show, waiting for this "fly" to set the record in the outer sect. A sword would be hit twice in the face.

Xu Jieying was about to refuse, but unexpectedly that outstretched hand reached out like lightning, and wrapped around Junior Sister Xu's soft waist.

Xu Jieying had never been embraced by a young man in public before, and she couldn't help being frightened.

Surrounded by the strong arms of the other party, she was hit by a strong masculine scent, making her whole body limp and weak, and she lost the ability to resist.

At this juncture, the salty pig's hand embracing her slender waist unexpectedly attacked again shamelessly.

A soft internal force bounced her off the seat, but from outsiders' perspective, it seemed that she accepted the invitation and stood up on her own.

When the thief withdrew his right hand, he touched her scabbard inadvertently.

Inspired by the inner energy, the saber flew out, and the hilt happened to fall into her open right hand, and by some coincidence, she grabbed it.

Xu Jieying's mind was completely blank, and being carried by the energy from Jin Ziming's long sword, her body also moved accordingly, and she actually started to cooperate in "performance".

The men's sword moves are upright and powerful, while the women's movements are soft and lingering.

In the second half, Xu Jieying regained some strength in her hands and feet, and began to dance the sword subconsciously, and together they completed the song "Sweet Song through the Ages".

To be honest, this sword move performance was still very beautiful and exciting, but after the end, the whole audience was silent, so quiet that people felt suffocated.

Many male disciples opened their mouths wide, as if they were waiting to be fed a ball.

Xu Jieying also fell into confusion, completely unaware of how she got back to her seat, and only had one thought in her mind:
"How dare he, how dare he?"

Jin Ziming bowed to Junior Sister Xu to express his gratitude, then turned around gracefully, and threw the long sword behind his back with his right hand.

With a "chi", it was accurately thrown into the wooden barrel holding the sword in the distance.

Unspeakably free and easy and coquettish, he didn't stay any longer, and left the sword club with his hands behind his back.

The audience was erupting immediately, some whispered, some cursed loudly, and more people unconsciously looked at the young man in white and black.

These two have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time in order to pursue Xu Jieying, and they have already regarded her as their own taboo.

Now that my own beauty is being profaned in public, the anger in my chest must be like a torrential river, endless.

Especially the young man in white, Wang Pengxu, with a ferocious face, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:

"Thief, if I don't tear you into pieces, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

The glamorous blood of this sword meeting was quickly spread throughout the outer sect with embellishments.

Many elders also scolded this immoral person after hearing about it.

For humiliating the number one beauty of Junlan Kingdom in public, it is not enough to appease the anger of the elders and disciples unless he is fired.

Soon, rumors spread that several elders would jointly request to eliminate this person during the annual evaluation next month.

Those with quick minds began to figure out how to provoke Jin Ziming, so as to win the chance to make a move and make a name for themselves in the outer sect.

Helplessly, ever since he learned that he had entered the elimination list, he didn't bother to waste time performing in front of others, and returned to the state of self-cultivation.

Half a month later, with only a few days left before the annual assessment, Jin Ziming was meditating in his room when suddenly a ball of paper popped in through the open window.

When I picked it up, there were five crooked words written on it:

"Something happened to Zeng Ze."

Jin Ziming was startled suddenly, knowing that this was a message from Lao Huang, and a bad thought inexplicably arose in his heart:

"Did you implicate Ceng Ze?"

He hurriedly got up and went out to Zeng Ze's residence. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.

Immediately after seeing Zeng Ze lying on the bed alone, Jin Ziming hurried forward, sat down by the bed, and asked eagerly:

"Ozawa, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, Brother Jin, you're here, I...I can't continue to practice." Zeng Ze said in despair with tears in his eyes.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Three days ago, I received an urgent mission to go out.

Together with two senior brothers, Wang Pengxu and Zhang De, they went to Fengwu Town, fifty miles north of the city, to kill a flower picker who had committed dozens of murders.

The news from the door is that this person is in the mid-stage of qi refining, and the three of us will definitely go there.

Unexpectedly, the information was inaccurate, but this guy was actually in the state of Dzogchen during the Qi refining period.

He violently attacked, knocked back the two senior brothers, and even hit my lower abdomen with a palm, crushing my dantian, and then escaped while taking advantage of the chaos.

After I was sent back, Elder Tang, who has a good relationship with my family, had already visited.

It is said that the path has been broken, and unless there is a powerful body to rescue me within seven days, there is no way to restore it.

But the highest cultivation level of our Longqing Sect is Nascent Soul, where can we come to save me? "

　In this chapter, the plot is definitely fictitious, but it draws on some scenes I have seen. I like it very much. I think the plot of Jianhui is quite interesting.

　　I am quite satisfied with the descriptions of Pan Chunxiu and Xu Jieying.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)