The word fate also means fate!

The distant one is the fate, and the near one is the cause. It is the invisible connection between people; it is the opportunity and possibility of certain inevitable encounters; it is caused by many kinds of coincidences, many kinds of mistakes, many kinds of suddenness, and some accidents.

, some inevitable components.

It's also like what people say, "The word "Yuan" is wonderful beyond words.

Although Yang Guo's temperament is no longer comparable to that of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy, it is undeniable that he is still full of fantasies about Xiao Longnu. Although he has never met this destined woman, he cannot conceal his feelings as a reader.

, the infinite longing for her, and the deep admiration for her as Yang Shishi.

He came to this stone monument several times, but never had the courage to step over it. He was afraid that some of his unnecessary actions would make this hard-won fate even more confusing and elusive.

Thinking of all the hardships and setbacks the two experienced in the original work, the only thing Yang Guo could do was to leave this destined encounter at the very beginning of fate. It seemed that only in this way could he seize this opportunity with peace of mind.

A hard-fought fate.

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Summer ends, autumn arrives, autumn passes and winter comes, and several months pass in a blink of an eye.

After Yang Guo's warning that day, Zhao Zhijing no longer dared to deal with him. However, he did not teach him the formula himself. Instead, he brought some martial arts techniques from the Quanzhen Sect, mixed with some Taoist scriptures, for him to recite on his own.

, and never taught Yang Guo any martial arts moves.

Yang Guo didn't care at all, he just locked himself in his room every day and read the books sent by Zhao Zhijing.

It's the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.

According to the sect rules passed down from Wang Chongyang in the Quanzhen sect, on the three days before New Year's Eve every year, the disciples compete in martial arts to test each person's progress during the year.

Seeing that the time for martial arts competition was approaching, all the disciples practiced martial arts more diligently day and night.

But Yang Guo, who usually worked hard, actually took it easy during this time.

On weekdays, when he had nothing to do, he would go to the square in front of the main hall to watch the disciples practice martial arts. He would spend the whole day watching them. Although he felt that their moves were ordinary and had no subtlety, but after comparing the mental techniques and formulas he had learned, he actually

Being able to roughly deduce the remaining exquisite moves made him secretly happy.

Sure enough, knowledge is power. I have a photographic memory. What I know and learn should not be limited to the popular theories of the world, which are erudite but not masterful in martial arts.

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Wu Xiang Gong, this is simply... Yang Guo was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

With this confirmation, he became even more willing to watch people practice swordsmanship!

On this day of the twelfth lunar month, Quanzhen disciples were having a small competition in the martial arts field.

Quanzhen Sect was first founded by Wang Chongyang, the founder of the sect. His seven Quanzhen disciples are the second generation disciples, Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, Li Zhichang and others are the third generation disciples, while Lu Qingdu, Yang Guo and others are the fourth generation disciples.

The disciples and grandsons of Quanzhen Seven Sons competed separately, which was called Xiao Jie.

Today, Zhao Zhijing will preside over the small competition. When the three generations of disciples compete, the Seven Quanzhen disciples will show up to take charge of the overall situation.

I saw four generations of disciples competing with each other in the field, performing fists and kicks, using swords and guns, using hidden weapons, or showing off their internal skills. The winners and losers were all judged by Zhao Zhijing.

Yang Guo lowered his head and meditated, but he was keenly aware that Zhao Zhijing was looking at him from time to time. He felt funny in his heart. It seemed that after waiting for so long, the other person's fox tail was finally exposed!

Sure enough, after seven or eight comparisons between the four generations of disciples, Zhao Zhijing said loudly: "Yang Guo, come out!"

Yang Guo slowly walked out from the last position and slightly bowed his hand to Zhao Zhijing. At this moment, he didn't even call him master!

Zhao Zhijing's face darkened, and he became very unhappy.

"It has been half a year since you started, and you have worked hard to teach your martial arts to your master. Today is a good time for you to show off your skills. Go up and ask for some advice from your fellow apprentices!"

Zhao Zhijing suppressed the anger in his heart and shouted loudly.

Looking at the wooden sword handed over by Lu Qingdu, Yang Guo looked around the field and saw many disciples with happy faces, eager to try and seem to want to bully him.

After all, everyone wants to show off in front of their master, but everyone’s strength is almost the same. It’s really difficult to decide the winner. But Yang Guo is different. He is also a fourth-generation disciple. He has only been a disciple for half a year. He has been practicing hard for a long time, and his martial arts has not improved.

How sophisticated he is, he is undoubtedly the best candidate to win.

How could Yang Guo not guess what they were thinking? But with his current level, how could he compete with a group of young disciples who had just started? He immediately set his sights on Lu Qingdu who was handing him the sword.

"Since Senior Brother Lu is here, please give me some advice!"

Yang Guo stood with a sword in his hand. His body of thirteen or fourteen years old could not be considered tall and straight.

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But the advantage lies in his outstanding temperament, which always gives people a sense of déjà vu.

Lu Qingdu didn't know that Yang Guo possessed martial arts skills. Thinking that in the past six months, his master had only taught him reading and memorizing formulas, but not martial arts, he felt a sense of contempt in his heart.

The boy is pretending to be decent. Let's see how your Taoist teaches you a lesson today!

Lu Qingdu said with a sneer on his fair and fat face: "Junior brother Yang is really brave. Since you have already spoken, I will teach you a few tricks!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhijing stood up from his seat and stared at Lu Qingdu for a long time without saying a word.

Cui Zhifang is also the host, but Zhao Zhijing is more than ten years older than him, and he is usually the host in the competition. Now seeing his expression, he couldn't help but ask: "Senior Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Zhijing calmed down and sat down, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter!"

Li Zhichang on the side said: "Perhaps Senior Brother Zhao saw two of his disciples fighting together and felt that Senior Nephew Lu was bullying the younger one!"

When the other three generations of disciples heard this, they all laughed in agreement.

Zhao Zhijing smiled without saying a word, but stared closely at the square between Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu.

Lu Qingdu took a wooden sword and stabbed straight at Yang Guo. When he came to the door, he shouted: "Junior brother, be careful!"

Yang Guo's expression remained unchanged, he slowly took a step back, and easily dodged Lu Qingdu's sharp sword, and then thrust out a sword at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and hit the Shenmen point on his right hand.

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The picture before Lu Qingdu's eyes was still on Yang Guo dodging his moves. Suddenly, his wrist hurt, and the wooden sword came out of his hand.

Yang Guo took advantage of the situation and raised his kick, kicking his 200-pound body away like a rubber ball.

When some young disciples in the audience saw this, they couldn't help laughing.

Even some older Quanzhen disciples couldn't help laughing.

Lu Qingdu got up from the ground in embarrassment. Hearing the laughter of everyone, his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, his eyes were full of shame and anger, and he stared at Yang Guo with a bit of hatred.

"Yang Guo, I intended to give in and remind you, but you unexpectedly attacked me. Do you still think of me as your senior brother?"

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