As Shen Yu stopped writing, the real dragon gradually disappeared.
Zhao Ji looked at Shen Yu writing in shock, and suddenly remembered the sword he had used in the Yang family mansion.
Just as domineering and unparalleled.
There are so many people in the world, regardless of their level of status or status, when they practice something that is naturally theirs, they become the most romantic people.
Clear the paper and return it to the stone table.
The tea smoke that originally rose up had disappeared without knowing when.
Everyone on the round platform recovered from the shock and confusion.
Dongfang Duan looked unwilling but helpless.
From the moment he put pen to paper, he knew that he had completely lost.
However, this strange method of crushing without any skill or reason made him a little bit intolerable.
A short silence.
"First, Shen Yu."
Dongfang Daozi, who was the judge, looked at the manual and said calmly.
According to the normal process, generally speaking, the top three need to be evaluated.
But he only announced the first place, which would normally attract objections, but not this time.
Because even an outsider can see that this almost Taoist painting skill is no longer on the same level as others.
Shen Yu walked off the round platform, suddenly frowned, and asked: "How many more times will this kind of competition be needed?"
Yang Pan'er recovered from the shock and said: "Select the first place in each competition to enter the final decisive battle."
Shen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Group fighting?"
Yang Pan'er nodded and said, "Yes."
Shen Yu glanced around and asked puzzledly: "Why are there no direct fight types?"
In the world of spiritual practice, no matter what attitude or method you take to enter the Tao, the most basic and important thing is combat power.
The weak will prey on the strong, and embarking on the path of spiritual practice will inevitably lead to bloodshed.
So I can understand that the most common fight will determine the outcome in the end, but I don’t understand why we have to do so many tricks since we always have to fight. What’s the point?
Yang Yuanhao had been silent, and now he explained: "It's mainly for the sake of quota and profit. The top five can control the distribution of the immortal jade spirit veins outside the city. As for why there was no fighting competition at the beginning..."
Yang Yuanhao smiled bitterly and said: "The Qingxu Sect has been ranked first in the Spring Examination for decades, and the resources of its disciples are the best in the entire Linshan Kingdom, so... there is no need."
There is no need, because the final winner is the Qingxu Sect anyway.
Shen Yu said oh, then walked around and walked around.
The drawing competition ended quickly, but the rest of the competition was still in full swing.
There is a romantic man who dominates the world on the chessboard.
There was an old man in his seventies who had no state of mind but was sitting quietly on a high platform meditating.
Three scholars sat around and gave advice.
Nangong Rou, the eldest daughter of Nangong, was strategizing on the array with a lazy expression.
Shen Yu didn't stop anywhere, he just swept by.
Yang Pan'er followed behind and said with some worry: "Shen Yu, will you be able to defeat them later?"
"Since I want to help you break off the engagement, it is a natural thing."
Shen Yu said.
Yang Pan'er whispered: "Then what if we can't win?"
Shen Yu thought about it seriously and said, 'Then run.'
Yang Paner scratched her little head and nodded heavily.
....
The spring test lasted from noon to the second day.
Most of the people present were practitioners and were not tired at all. What's more, there were many houses and buildings around the round platform for resting, and there were many beautiful maids, which was very comfortable.
Yang Yuanhao was a man of many years of hard work and had long since rested.
Late at night, there were still countless noises in the distance.
Shen Yu had been standing on the edge of the round platform and looked up into the distance.
Yang Paner's eyelids were fighting, but she still stubbornly sat on the small bench next to her and fell asleep leaning against Shen Yu.
Zhao Ji brought a luxurious shawl and gently covered the little girl.
Shen Yu glanced at her.
Zhao Ji looked as usual and asked: "You have been looking at the sky for so long. What are you looking at?"
Shen Yu said lightly: "People are always easily attracted by the scenery in the distance, but forget what is in front of them."
Zhao Jijing listened.
Shen Yu pointed at the starry sky, "The sky is filled with stars and seas, and the endless aura of the sky. Under such visions of heaven and earth, human power is so small and fragile, and it seems so majestic, but everyone here can't even look up.
I don’t even have any ideas, but I care about some inferior magic pills, so I don’t understand.”
Zhao Ji sneered and said: "You come from the Taoist sect and are naturally respected by thousands of people, so you can have such a domineering and unparalleled Taoist will. But everyone here is working hard for cultivation resources. Their vision is different, and what they see is different."
How can it be the same?"
Shen Yu did not explain some of the errors in the other party's words, but was silent for a while, nodded and said: "That makes sense."
Zhao Ji then looked at the starry sky and sighed: "Even if you can win this competition, it won't actually change much for the Yang family. It's just a matter of survival."
Shen Yu, the Daozong, had heard that Fang Hen had been defeated by him in Lingyun Ranking, so Zhao Ji was not worried about winning or losing in this competition.
But she was concerned about other issues.
Shen Yu said calmly: "I came here to end Yang Pan'er's engagement. The spring examination means nothing to me."
The old servant asked back: "The Qingxu Sect is intertwined in Qianliu City, how can you solve it?"
Shen Yu said calmly: "Just kill a few more people."
...
Zhao Ji stared at Shen Yu's eyes, as if she wanted to see something.
A behemoth like the Dao Sect is naturally like a scourge to a small sect like the Qingxu Sect.
But the power of a person and the power of a sect are completely different concepts.
Behind the Qingxu Sect is Duanren Mountain, which is a large sect comparable to the Guiyun Immortal Sect before the Great Rebellion, and there is also one of the world's top practitioners there.
What she cared about, or was afraid of, was that Shen Yu would act recklessly and leave in the end, leaving an even bigger trouble for the Yang family.
Shen Yu said calmly: "The solution I said is of course a complete solution. As for you, no matter what the reason is, the demon clan cannot harm the mortal world at will. I let you go last time, but there will be no next time."
The fox demon narrowed his eyes, and a faint demonic aura emitted from his body.
It is really rare for a cultivator of such a high level to speak to her like this.
Shen Yu didn't look back and asked calmly: "Looking for death?"
The old servant looked at his figure, and for some reason suddenly remembered that sword. After hesitating for a while, the aura around his body returned to calm.
The two of them were silent.
On this round platform thousands of feet high in the sky, some people are happy, some are melancholy, some are having sweet dreams, some are upset, and some are looking at the stars and the sea in the distance.
This scene is like fireworks in the world.
As the red sun shines from the distance, thousands of rays of light shine out from the boundless darkness, just like the glimmer of hope in people's hearts.