One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 8 Guiding Zhang Lingyu

The semi-finals of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony began in an extremely strange and awkward atmosphere.

On one side, Zhang Lingyu is fighting against Feng Xingtong.

Because of Su Wuxian's intervention, Feng Xingtong mastered the complete version of the Spirit Binding Technique, but because he had only mastered it for a short time.

Although they ultimately lost, they forced out Zhang Lingyu's Yin Five Thunders, so they were still honorable in defeat.

Meanwhile...

Zhang Chulan VS Feng Baobao.

The entire audience held their breath, eager to see what tricks this pair could pull off.

On the field.

Zhang Chulan looked serious, even assuming the starting stance of the Golden Light Mantra, and shouted:

"Sister Bao'er! Although you are my guide, I will show no mercy on the path to becoming a Celestial Master! Take this! This is the Azure Dragon Sky-Piercing Fist, which I have practiced diligently for twenty years!"

After saying that, Zhang Chulan threw a weak punch from more than ten meters away.

It didn't even emit a golden light.

However, Feng Baobao on the other side seemed to have been hit by a speeding train.

A trace of "pain" was forced onto her expressionless face.

Then, with stiff movements, it flew backward, reciting the words in a monotone as it flew:

"Ouch... I... got... punched... flying... so... powerful...!"

"Thump."

Feng Baobao landed with her limbs outstretched, and even thoughtfully spat out a mouthful of saliva before rolling her eyes:

"I...can't...do...it...I...have...lost..."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

In the stands, thousands of spectators twitched at the corners of their mouths, and a million grass mud horses galloped through their minds.

Even the bigwigs on the ten seats had their facial muscles twitching wildly.

Whose intelligence is this insulting?!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

It was that familiar applause again.

Su Wuxian clapped his hands and laughed until tears almost came to his eyes.

Although I was very familiar with these famous scenes before I traveled through time, I had been in seclusion for eighty years, and many of the images had become blurry.

Seeing the live version now has a unique charm.

He said to Zhang Zhiwei, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot:

"Senior brother, let's stop calling it the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and start calling it Luo Tian Oscar!"

"If this girl doesn't win an Oscar someday, it'll be a real loss to the entertainment industry."

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to clean house, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Junior brother... if you laugh again, I'll make you the judge for the final round of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"No, no, no, I'd rather eat sunflower seeds."

Su Wuxian quickly waved his hand, but his gaze fell on Zhang Lingyu on the other side.

At this moment, Zhang Lingyu had just defeated Feng Xingtong, but there was no joy on his face.

Watching Zhang Chulan advance to the finals using such methods.

The disgust in Zhang Lingyu's eyes was almost overflowing.

"This child is getting too caught up in a single point."

Su Wuxian sighed softly, brushed the melon seed crumbs off his hands, and stood up:

"Senior brother, I'm going to give our Master Lingyu some pre-match psychological counseling. Otherwise, he might get completely destroyed by that little rascal Zhang Chulan in tomorrow's finals."

......

Behind the mountain, there is a quiet bamboo forest.

Zhang Lingyu was sitting alone on a stone bench, the black Yin Five Thunder flowing in his palm like viscous mercury.

His mind was in turmoil.

"What? Still debating whether your lightning bolt is black or white?"

A lazy voice broke the silence.

Zhang Lingyu suddenly looked up, quickly withdrew his lightning magic, and stood up to bow: "Uncle Su... Uncle Su."

Su Wuxian walked over with his hands behind his back, sizing up his junior disciple who was even more handsome than a celebrity, and clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Lingyu, your master is just too serious. There are some things he's embarrassed to tell you."

"But as my senior uncle, I'm thick-skinned, so I'll just say it directly."

Su Wuxian leaned closer to Zhang Lingyu, lowered his voice, and looked on with a gossipy expression:

"That girl named Xia He, isn't she got a nice figure?"

boom--!

Zhang Lingyu's usually cool and aloof face instantly turned bright red, even the roots of her ears turned bright red!

"Uncle-Master! How...how could you..."

Zhang Lingyu was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

This is the biggest stain on his life!

Why do elders always reopen old wounds right away?

"Alright, alright, we're all men, stop pretending to be innocent."

Su Wuxian patted Zhang Lingyu's stiff shoulder, his joking expression vanishing, and said seriously:

"Lingyu, do you know why your master treats that shameless brat Zhang Chulan differently?"

"Because Zhang Chulan lives a more authentic life than you."

"You despise your Yin Wu Lei filth? You consider it a disgrace for your virginity?"

Su Wuxian stretched out his hand, and a black lightning bolt appeared in his palm!

Although it wasn't the authentic Five Thunder Orthodox Method, its yin and strange aura was even purer than Zhang Lingyu's!

"Look, the Water-Dirty Thunder is bone-sucking and marrow-draining, damp and sticky. It's certainly not as upright as the Crimson Palace Thunder."

"But it can encompass everything and penetrate everything."

"Your problem isn't that you've lost your virginity, but that after losing it, you still put on that arrogant attitude."

"Accept yourself, Lingyu."

"Accept your imperfections."

Su Wuxian's voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, resounded in Zhang Lingyu's ears:

"Only when you can face Xia He with equanimity, and even smile and say 'long time no see' to her, will your lightning magic be considered truly mastered."

"Go on, don't lose too badly in tomorrow's final."

Zhang Lingyu stood there blankly, watching Su Wuxian's departing figure.

After a long while, he looked at the sticky black lightning in his hand.

The disgust in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.

He bowed deeply in the direction Su Wuxian had left.

......

Su Wuxian was in a good mood and whistled as he walked back.

As he passed by Tian Jinzhong's small courtyard, he suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a young Taoist boy was carrying a washbasin, walking by hurriedly with his head down.

The young Taoist priest was handsome and looked harmless, even a little adorable.

"Xiao Yuzi?"

Su Wuxian called out.

The young Taoist boy stiffened slightly, then immediately put on a respectful smile and turned around:

"Master Su... I am Xiaoyu, who is in charge of serving Master Tian."

"The old Celestial Master should have told you that you don't need to take care of Master Tian anymore, right?"

Su Wuxian looked at him with a smile.

This seemingly harmless young Taoist boy is none other than Gong Qing, the acting leader of the Quanxing sect, who has been lurking in Longhu Mountain for three years.

In the original novel, he was the culprit who caused Tian Jinzhong's death.

After Tian Jinzhong was cured by Su Wuxian, the old master followed Su Wuxian's advice, stopped taking care of Tian Jinzhong, and secretly transferred Tian Jinzhong to another place.

At this moment, Gong Qing was unaware that his Grand Tutor Tian had already recovered.

Su Wuxian slowly walked up to Gong Qing.

Although Gong Qing maintained a smile on his face, his hand inside his sleeve was tightly gripping a poisoned needle.

He felt an unprecedented fear emanating from this young man, a feeling even more suffocating than when facing the old master.

"Little Yu, there are a lot of people and eyes on the mountain these days."

Su Wuxian reached out his hand.

Gong Qing tensed up, thinking he had been exposed, and prepared to fight to the death.

Su Wuxian gently placed his hand on his head, patting it lovingly like an elder:

"Tell your 'kids' to behave themselves at night."

"Don't be too noisy, you're disturbing my two senior brothers' rest."

"otherwise......"

Su Wuxian leaned close to Gong Qing's ear and whispered:

"I will peel off their skin, one by one, and make them into lanterns to hang at the entrance of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

After saying that, Su Wuxian patted Gong Qing's stiff face and left with a smile.

"Keep up the good work, Xiaoyuzi, I believe in you!"

Until Su Wuxian walked away.

Clang.

Gong Qing dropped the basin in his hand, spilling water all over the ground.

He then realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"What...what does he mean? Does 'little friend' refer to...the young Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, or...the Quanxing Sect?"

Gong Qing gasped for breath, the fear in his eyes gradually turning into madness:

"Su Wuxian...this is too much of a variable!"

"The plan must be moved forward! We'll make our move as soon as the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is over!"

In the darkness, the winds of war rise and the clouds surge.

The four madmen of Quanxing are approaching Longhu Mountain.

Su Wuxian was sitting on a boulder atop the mountain, looking at Longhu Mountain shrouded in night, when he pulled the tab on the last can of cola.

Come on, everyone come on.

"This feast wouldn't be complete without you bunch of demons and monsters."