The ex-girlfriend who has been missing for three years says she has returned from cultivating immort

Chapter 155

After lunch, Gu Changsheng went to the naughty Taoist, got the bamboo slips recording Lei Jue, and walked back to his room.

When passing by the fan pavilion, he found that many Zhengyi monks gathered at the door, and they seemed to be talking about something.

Gu Changsheng was a little curious, so he leaned closer and listened.

"Fangyuan, report me a [-]-meter sprint!"

"Alright, alright, Senior Brother Tian, ​​the [-]-meter sprint...remember it!"

"Ironman [-]! I will apply for one."

"Brother Li, Iron Man [-]... also remember it!"

"Then let me have a [-]-meter archery competition."

"Okay, I've made a note, I've made a note."

……

The little Taoist priest Fangyuan was sitting at the table, taking notes with a pen in a hurry.

The white cover that was used for fortune-telling before stood beside the table, but the words on it had been redacted.

The big words "Zhengyiguan Sports Games Registration Office" are very eye-catching.

The monk sports meeting... Gu Changsheng probably understood what he was doing.

Without making a sound, Gu Changsheng turned and left silently, instead of joining in the fun, he returned to his room to study the Dao Jue.

The setting sun shines through the window and sprinkles pieces of afterglow on the table.

Only then did Gu Changsheng, who was sitting at the table, come to his senses, put away the bamboo slips and prepared to go out for something to eat.

At this time, the voice of the little Taoist priest Fangyuan came from outside the house.

"Uncle, are you in the house?"

Gu Changsheng opened the door, let Fang Yuan in, and asked him why he came with a smile.

"Registration for the Ambulance Games has started, which one do you want to apply for, little uncle?" The little Taoist asked aloud with a book and a pen in his hand.

Frowning, Gu Changsheng answered, "Recently, there are a lot of practice affairs, so I'm not going to participate."

"It can't be done, everyone must participate in at least one. This is a rule set by the old heavenly master. Even the head teacher must participate in one."

Little Taoist Priest Fangyuan's answer was somewhat beyond Gu Changsheng's expectations.

Gu Changsheng cleared his throat, and continued to ask: "Then Master, will he participate by himself?"

Fang Yuan shook his head and replied: "Old Master Tian is the designer of the competition, and the Games were suspended for a long time during his retreat."

After a pause, the little Taoist continued: "So the old Tianshi himself will not participate in the competition, and is mainly responsible for being a referee."

For some reason, Gu Changsheng was a little worried when he heard that the designer of the competition was a stubborn Taoist.

But after all, it is a rule of Zhengyiguan, and even Ling Xiaozi has to participate, so he had to choose one competition.

Looking at the little Taoist priest Fangyuan, Gu Changsheng said softly, "I remember hearing one called the [-]-meter sprint. I'll sign up for that."

"It's no good, the individual events are already full, and there are only a few group events left." Fang Yuan shook his head again.

Gu Changsheng frowned. For group projects... he couldn't get enough people.

At this time, a very excited voice came from afar.

"Your father...ah no, Chief Gu...ah no, little uncle!"

Gu Changsheng had black lines all over his head.

After a while, Brother Wuji appeared at the door. When he saw Gu Changsheng, his eyes lit up and his tone was full of excitement.

"Little uncle, the No. 1 player in the basketball competition of this year's National Games has a very rich reward!"

From Brother Wuji's eyes, Gu Changsheng saw a light called hope.

"It's just right, there are still places in the basketball event, and you can sign up. I wrote your name on it, little uncle?"

The little Taoist priest Fangyuan looked at the notebook in his hand for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Gu Changsheng innocently.

Looking at these two boys, Gu Changsheng's eyes flashed with suspicion.

Is it such a coincidence?
Without speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Yuan.

The little Taoist immediately looked away, looking guilty.

After a while, the two boys lowered their heads and confessed honestly.

"It's impossible for you to lose the game, and the rewards for the No.1 basketball game are really generous, so we want to hug the thighs of the little uncle and grab some rewards."

Familiar with the principle of leniency when confessing, Fang Yuan explained it thoroughly.

"When you started fortune-telling, you said you could make a fortune. Then you set up a stall with you and earned two yuan in two days. Life is really hard to live on."

Hearing Brother Wuji's words, Gu Changsheng blushed.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, he changed the topic aloud: "Then honestly, it's fine to say no! And to play basketball, isn't it counting as a substitute, so there are two less people?"

Hearing Gu Changsheng's words, Brother Wuji and the little Taoist priest Fangyuan's eyes lit up, and they said again and again: "A lot, a lot, we are missing one!"

10 minute later.

Looking at Li Xuan'an with an unruly expression, Gu Changsheng touched his chin, then turned his head to look at Ah Ning who was beside him.

"Ah Ning, isn't it true that monks who are righteous can also participate in the competition?"

Ah Ning smiled, and replied crisply: "I said hello in advance! Li Xuan'an is now a nominal disciple of Zhengyiguan, and it would be good to expel him after the competition."

After a pause, she continued: "My father and the ancestor agreed quickly without any hesitation."

"Agreed quickly", "without any hesitation".

As a person with a daughter, Gu Changsheng instantly smelled something unusual.

He paused and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

It's broken, and I'm on a thief ship that can sink at any time.

Looking at the few remaining people who were unaware of the horror of the incident, Gu Changsheng thought for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Second in the competition, second in the competition, everyone, don't have too high expectations."

Brother Wuji nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the reward is the first and the second in the competition. Don't worry, little uncle, we will work hard when the time comes."

……

Three days later, the Amendment Games was officially held.

Gu Changsheng sat in the auditorium, looking around, his heart was full of emotion.

The foolish Taoist is really idle...

No wonder I haven't seen anyone else at all recently. Feelings are here to prepare the venue for the competition.

Tens of thousands of spells exploded before, and Longhu Mountain directly turned into a plain. The idiot Taoist simply built this giant sports field on the ruins.

Gu Changsheng raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes searched for a moment, and he saw the fog door...

Lowering his head slightly, he looked at the idiot Taoist who was speaking on the high platform again, feeling a little complicated.

It has been almost an hour since the old Taoist's pre-match mobilization, and it is not over yet.

Finally, after a while, the mobilization of Taoist Nian Chi was coming to an end.

He said the concluding remarks of his speech: "So, we must play out style, level, and friendship! In addition, the final interpretation of this event belongs to the event designer."

"Final right of interpretation", "event designer".

Gu Changsheng noticed these two words, and suddenly had the urge to give up the game.

The teammates sitting next to him didn't notice the clue at all, and applauded foolishly.

Gu Changsheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh, being stupid is a blessing...

After the applause subsided, Taoist Nian Chi announced the official start of the Ambulance Games.

The opening is the [-]-meter sprint.

"In this project, no evasion methods are allowed, nor are any spells or pills allowed."

On the rostrum, the stubborn Taoist was announcing the rules of the competition.

A moment later, a sword whistle sounded the order, and the match began.

On the track, all the players lowered their heads and stomped on the ground, their movements extremely vigorous.

Under the tremendous force, they pushed out the soles of their feet one by one on the runway made of special materials.

The monks sprinted with all their strength, and their speed was extremely fast.

This should have been a fantastic game.

If the stubborn Taoist is a decent person.

In the auditorium, watching the contestants chasing each other and running wildly in circles, everyone laughed together.

"Old Heavenly Master is really hurt..."

Looking at the contestants lost in the phantom formation, Gu Changchang sighed and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

In the phantom array, some players gradually discovered something was wrong.

Isn't it [-] meters?It feels like I have run ten to twenty thousand meters.

After sprinting with all their strength for so long, the players are already a little tired.

Finally, a very clever little monk wearing an anime T-shirt stopped in his tracks.

He gasped for breath, then tentatively stretched his foot outside the track.

In an instant, the illusion aimed at him was shattered, and the laughter from the audience reached Brother Wuji's ears.

"It's Senior Brother Wuji, he was the first to discover the phantom formation, amazing!" the little Taoist priest Fangyuan exclaimed in Gu Changsheng's ear.

Brother Wuji looked to his side with a stiff expression.

Seeing his opponent circling in place, he understood.

Thinking of how he looked like just now, Brother Wuji felt ashamed.

He cast his eyes on the rostrum with some resentment, wanting to condemn the designer of the track—Mr. Zhang Yundao with his eyes.

But he only saw the proud face of the stubborn Taoist.

Forget it, I can't afford it.

Brother Wuji swallowed his anger and rushed forward with big strides.

Behind him, the contestants also slowly broke through the illusion, no longer circling in circles.

Take the lead, and Wuji, who was the first to crack the magic array, ran to the 5000-meter mark first.

Then he stopped in his tracks, his face extremely ugly.

He looked at the wooden sign in front of him, his teeth itching with hatred.

"Excuse me: Does your head teacher, Ling Xiaozi, like salted tofu curd or sweet tofu curd? The options are as follows."

"A: Salted bean curd."

"B: Sweet tofu."

"C: obtuse angle."

???

WTF?

Looking at the last option, Brother Wuji was full of question marks, and he even doubted whether he was still in the illusion.

Seeing that the people behind him were about to catch up with him, Brother Wuji closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and simply guessed an answer at random.

"I choose A: sweet bean curd!"

In the next second, the shape changes, the world changes.

By the time he realized it, Brother Wuji had already returned to the starting point, falling behind everyone.

"This trick is too wicked..."

Seeing the bewildered look on Brother Wuji's face, Gu Changsheng, who was sitting in the auditorium, felt sympathetic.

The little Taoist priest Fangyuan agreed deeply, and nodded in agreement.

It's really outrageous to use the teleportation array in this kind of place...

Brother Wuji was silent for a moment, but he could only accept the fact that he had to start all over again, gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward.

On the rostrum, Ling Xiaozi looked at the old celestial master beside him with a complicated expression, and asked aloud, "Did the formation just now be written on the bamboo slips that Lin Yun brought back?"

"Yes, 49 small formations, I put them all in this time, I have to sigh with emotion for the wonderful idea of ​​Senior Zhengyi..."

The stubborn Taoist shook his head and smiled.

Ling Xiaozi sighed in a low voice, what a misfortune for the teacher to have such a master!
On the field, people were constantly being teleported back to the origin.

After a while, Brother Wuji was surprised to find that he was at the front again, and hope was ignited in his heart.

Stepping like flying, he came to the wooden sign again, and said the answer with confidence on his face.

"B: Salted bean curd!"

It was dark again, and Brother Wuji returned to the starting point.

This time, he was a little confused.

Standing in place for a long, long time.

After a while, he frowned and thought hard, and walked forward again, at a much slower speed than before.

After a long time, Zhang Linyuan came to the wooden sign again.

Looking at the three options on the sign, he opened his mouth, but closed it again.

After several times of thinking and deliberation, Brother Wuji tentatively came up with the answer.

"C... I choose obtuse angles."

"Congratulations for answering correctly! Please move on!"

Brother Wuji didn't have a smile on his face. He felt that his world view had collapsed.

His dull eyes turned to the wooden sign, muttering to himself.

"Why is the answer an obtuse angle? Isn't it a bit too abstract..."

His question seemed to trigger some mechanism.

A wooden sign slowly rose from the ground with a line of words written on it.

"All the final interpretation rights of this event belong to the designer of the event - the naughty Taoist."

There is also a line of small print below.

"Within eleven months and twelve days, I am invincible to the Daoist Lord Xia. If you are not convinced, come and challenge your ancestors!"

Turning his eyes to the rostrum again, looking at the idiot Taoist who was smiling so happily, Brother Wuji had many thoughts of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

But he still took a deep breath and continued to run forward.

Not long after, Brother Wuji reached the [-]-meter mark.

Looking at the wooden sign in front of him, he didn't even look at what the problem was.

See "obtuse angles" in the answer.

Brother Wuji's voice was decisive: "I choose obtuse angles!"

In the next second, he returned to the starting point again.

This blow may have been too big for him, so Brother Wuji squatted on the ground and slowed down for a long time before moving on.

After a long time, Brother Wuji came to the second wooden sign and read the question again.

"Q: The degree of ( ) is less than a right angle. The options are as follows."

"A: An obtuse angle."

"B: Acute angle."

"C: Concentric circles."

Brother Wuji, who had already doubted his life, was silent for a long time, and said the answer softly: "I choose sharp angles."

After finishing speaking, the words on the wooden sign suddenly changed.

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, stick to the truth!"

Really you ****! ***? ***MA**!In the first question, has the truth been eaten by you?
Countless words that could not be played emerged in Wuji's mind, and he continued to move forward with a dark face.

As the sun sets, the tired birds return to the forest.

It was already evening.

Except for Daoist Daoist, no one predicted that this sprint race would last for such a long time...

Looking at the desperate faces on the field, Gu Changsheng made up his mind.

Forfeit!

Compare with a hammer!
Tomorrow's basketball game is directly withdrawn!
With Li Xuan'an around, it's impossible for the stubborn Taoist to make life easier for their team.

In the arena, Brother Wuji has reached 5000 meters.

Looking at the familiar wooden sign, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Choose one from the following options."

"A: There is a 40.00% chance to go straight to the finish line, and a 60.00% chance to return to the starting point."

"B: Run forward honestly."

Brother Wuji narrowed his eyes.

Of course he knew that the first option was not worth it.

But the problem is, Brother Wuji is only a kid of junior high school age, he is almost spoiled...

The temptation to go straight to the finish line and end the torment was too great.

Brother Wuji gritted his teeth, and answered harshly: "I choose armor!"

Afterwards, the handwriting on the wooden sign slowly disappeared, and a line of words reappeared.

"Gambling dogs will die!"

Immediately, an earth giant appeared in front of Brother Wuji and beat him up violently.

After a while, the disheveled Wuji brother lay on the starting point, his face full of bitterness.

After spitting out the mud in his mouth, Brother Wuji couldn't hold it anymore, and howled with tears in his eyes.

"I don't play anymore! I want to retire!"

　I will code a chapter later, but it will be posted tomorrow.

　　Good night, readers~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)