After Xiaoyao brought Di Yun back to Lingyun Peak, he called Huang Shaoliang to the front hall. After asking them to sit down, he spoke: "I'm going to let you come here, mainly to tell you some things about the sect competition.

The sect competition in this sect is a grand event. Many disciples who have been in seclusion all year round will appear at this sect. Because the sect competition only happens once every ten years, if you miss it, you have to wait for another ten years, so everyone cherishes it very much.

Not only that, only the top four in each competition can be rewarded by the sect. So they all do their best to enter the top four in the sect competition."

When Huang Shaoliang heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, what good things are there? If they are good, we'll try it too."

Xiaoyao Zhenren was interrupted by Huang Shaoliang and was very upset. When he saw Huang Shaoliang's face of wealth and confusion, he didn't even get angry and said angrily: "There are good things, but the requirement to participate in the sect competition is to reach the level of Wuzong. You may not be qualified, right?"

Huang Shaoliang shrank his head and sat back embarrassedly.

Xiaoyao Zhenren continued: "The rewards for the sect competition are very generous. Not only are there magic weapons and elixirs for practicing Taoism. Most importantly, you can get a Tian-level martial art in the first place in each competition."

Di Yun and Huang Shaoliang stood up at the same time and exclaimed: "What? Heavenly level martial arts?"

When Xiaoyao saw the passion in Di Yun's eyes, he seemed a little lonely. After a long time, he continued: "The sect competition is divided into two categories. The first category is the competition of ordinary disciples under the sect. This is mainly for the exchange of disciples under the sect and the exchange of cultivation. There are many participants, but the levels are uneven. Shaoliang, I am going to let you participate in this competition. The requirements are not high, just enter the top twenty."

Huang Shaoliang suddenly felt bitter and looked at Di Yun. Di Yun ignored him. In desperation, he had to nod and agree with Xiaoyao's statement.

Xiaoyao Zhenren looked at Di Yun and continued, "The second category is the competition between elite disciples of the sect. There is no limit to this competition, which means that anyone can participate. But Di Yun, you have to remember that there will be no more than ten people participating in this competition every time."

Di Yun wondered: "Since there is no limit on cultivation level, why aren't more people going up and try it?"

Xiaoyao Zhenren said seriously: "You must understand that every person who practices Taoism hopes that his path of cultivation will be smooth. If his cultivation is not enough, he will not only bring shame on himself after going up, but this failure will have a huge impact on his heart. Therefore, no one is willing to try it easily.

But everyone who goes up is the best under Yukun. Although there are few people, such a competition is what everyone pays most attention to. Only those who win the top four in this competition can receive rewards.

And Di Yun, your goal is not to enter the top four."

"Oh, I know...what? Master, what did you say? Don't enter the top four? Did I hear it right?" Di Yun subconsciously answered, and then realized that the master's words were very strange.

Zhenren Xiaoyao slowly stood up, walked to Di Yun, put his palm on Di Yun's shoulder, and said word by word: "Yes, Di Yun, I want you to give up entering the top four."

Di Yun looked at the solemn expression of Xiaoyao. Although he had been restraining himself in his heart, he still couldn't help but speak, "Why?"

The real person Xiaoyao looked down at Di Yun's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and sighed: "Di Yun, I can't explain anything, but for the sake of Yukun Gate and for the lives of thousands of people on this mountain, can you agree to give up the top four this time? I know this is difficult for you, but even if I beg you, can you?"

At the end, Xiaoyao Zhenren almost gritted his teeth and said the last sentence. When asked the last sentence, Xiaoyao Zhenren's tone actually had a faint sense of pleading.

Di Yun looked at the eyes of Xiaoyao Zhenren, and his eyes that were calm and calm in the past and moderate in the past had a hint of panic, which Di Yun had never seen before.

Di Yun held the palm of Xiaoyao Zhenren's hand on his shoulder, and suddenly found that beads of sweat appeared in his palm. It was almost close to the cultivation level of the Earth Immortal, and sweating was absolutely impossible for him to appear.

It is possible to imagine what height the tension in Xiaoyao Zhenren has reached now.

Di Yun closed his eyes: The Heavenly Level Practice only takes once in ten years. But he is about to go down the mountain to travel. It is definitely impossible for him to participate in the competition in ten years. If he wants to obtain this Heavenly Level Practice in other places, it is almost like a delusion.

However, many pictures appeared in Di Yun's mind...

In the woods under Yukun Mountain, the unknown old Taoist praised him...

In the Taiqing Hall, the first real person who turned from behind the statue of the god...

On Lingyun Peak, in order to protect himself, the old man who almost drew his sword to the side of Taiyi...

Next to Ruoshui River, for the sake of himself and Murong Luoxue, he whispered to propose marriage to his elders and nephew...

...

These scenes echoed in Di Yun's mind every day.

Di Yun suddenly opened his eyes and knelt down on the ground with a "thump": "Di Yun will never forget Master's great kindness. Di Yun will not refuse Master's request."

After saying that, I kowtowed to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Tears suddenly oozed from the corner of Xiaoyao's eyes. Di Yun gave up the opportunity once every ten years for his mindless words. You must know that for Di Yun, who is eager to save his mother, every day and every hour are very important. Di Yun can actually decide to give up once every ten years so quickly. How can this not move him?

What's more, Di Yun's respect and friendship for himself have exceeded the boundaries of master and apprentice. At this moment, Zhenren Xiaoyao has regarded Di Yun as his descendant in his heart.

After a long time, Xiaoyao Zhenren recovered and hurriedly helped Di Yun up. The two sat down again.

Xiaoyao Zhenren said, "Yun'er, although I can't give you a reasonable explanation now. But in the future, I will find a way to compensate you. This is also what the head brother means."

Since Di Yun had made a decision in his mind, he would naturally not worry about these things with his surname. He smiled and said, "It's okay. The practice of Taoism mainly depends on his own efforts. The so-called magic weapons and techniques are actually not worth mentioning. What's more, even if I try my best, I may not be able to win the first place."

Looking at Di Yun's pretending relaxed expression and hearing his words to comfort himself, the guilt in Xiaoyao's heart increased. He nodded and said, "You two go down. There are more than ten days left to compete. Shaoliang, you have to work hard. As for Di Yun, don't go to the back mountain again. I will arrange the matter between you and Murong."

Di Yun and Huang Shaoliang stood up, said goodbye to Xiaoyao, and turned around and walked out.

Just as they went out, a figure slowly appeared where Di Yun was sitting. As soon as the figure appeared, he spoke, "Junior brother, why are you doing this? Such a grievance may not necessarily bring about the ideal result."

Zhenren Xiaoyao smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother, I am going to dig another one to ask about good or bad luck. Please protect me."

The person who came was Taiqing Zhenren. When he heard the words of Xiaoyao, he sternly said: "No, this matter is absolutely not allowed. The divination month ago, you have been greatly damaged and have not fully recovered. I will never agree with this matter!"

Zhenren Xiaoyao shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, I have decided. What's more, I have a Shangqing Dew given by my master back then. Next month, I will definitely maintain the best condition."

Taiqing Zhenren looked at Xiaoyao Zhenren's firm face and sighed: "Decades have passed, but your temper has not changed. If only Taiwei is there."

When Master Xiaoyao heard this name, his face stagnated. He looked at the place where Di Yun left, and said slowly: "Senior Brother, please protect the Dharma for me."

Seeing Taiqing halman nodding, he turned around and entered the inner room.

After the two sat down in the inner room, Xiaoyao Zhenren waved his sleeves to the table, and dozens of chaotic hexagrams appeared.

I saw him standing in front of his chest with one palm, silently reciting the hexagram in his mouth, and a Tai Chi diagram slowly emerged in front of him and slowly rotated.

As the Tai Chi diagram became faster and faster, the face of Xiaoyao Zhenren also turned pale. Suddenly, Xiaoyao Zhenren hit his chest with a palm, and a mouthful of blood squirted on the Tai Chi diagram in front of him.

The Tai Chi diagram was instantly dyed red by the blood and rotated. All the hexagrams on the table were sucked on it by the Tai Chi diagram.

Just as the Guacao all left the table, Xiaoyao Zhenren's palms were facing the sky and shot them upwards. The air inside fluctuated violently, and scenes appeared in front of him. Although it was blurry, it was extremely real.

The eyes of Xiaoyao Zhenren suddenly opened and he looked at these pictures hard. As the pictures changed, a trace of blood actually oozed out of Xiaoyao Zhenren's eyes. The pictures changed faster and faster, and more blood flowed out of his eyes.

After a cup of tea, the picture in the air gradually dissipated. Just as the picture dissipated, a purple light appeared on the index finger of Xiaoyao Zhenren's right index finger, and he pointed it hard on the rotating Tai Chi diagram. The rotation speed of the Tai Chi diagram gradually slowed down, and the hexagrams fell on the table one after another.

When the Tai Chi diagram stopped and dissipated, the table was covered with messy hexagrams.

Master Xiaoyao didn't care about wiping away the blood from the corners of his eyes, and hurriedly looked at Guacao. Master Taiqing also hurriedly came over because the Guacao had to be divined by himself. Therefore, after Master Taiqing approached, he just asked: "What is the Guacao?"

The true man Xiaoyao did not make a sound for a long time, and he spoke for a long time: "Qian Gua, Kanglong has regrets, which means great evil; Kun Gua, fighting dragons in the wild, which means great evil; Tun Gua, since Lu Wuyu, it means great evil; Gu hexagram, Ganmu's Gu,... great evil!"

After hearing this, Taiqing Zhenren stood in amazement, without opening her mouth for a long time. A cloud of darkness was slowly rising above the inner room...
Chapter completed!