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Chapter 25: The Red Rope

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    Luo Jiujiang looked at the jade pendant hanging around his neck for a few times: the surface of the jade pendant seemed to have some kind of texture, but it seemed that it was wiped off with fingers later, leaving only a sharp corner on the edge untouched.

    He scratched along the only remaining groove with his fingernails, but he couldn't guess what was originally painted on the jade pendant: this small corner can be regarded as the tip of a bluegrass leaf, or the tip of a cat's ear.  more than this……

    Remembering where he had practiced repeatedly in the past two days, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, thinking that this might be the tip of a snake's tail.

    After thinking about it for a while, Luo Jiujiang simply put the matter aside, stuffed the emerald jade into his collar, and completely left those messy guesses behind him.

    The gate of the Garden of Sad Snow is in front of him, and his friend is behind this gate.

    The door was slowly pushed open by Luo Jiujiang, and Han Qianling, who was wiping the sword with a snow-white handkerchief, raised his eyes as if aware of it.

    At this time, the breeze is blowing, the falling flowers are flying, and the setting sun is shining at night, and the time is just right.  A young man in blue sat under the flower tree, met Luo Jiujiang's eyes, and smiled leisurely——

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    The next day was Luo Jiujiang's first match, and his opponent was the girl Han Zhouqi that Han Qianling had drawn for him.

    The Seven Islands Competition is held once every ten years, and each time there are three hundred candidates.  As the Seven Islands Association, its age ranges from ten-year-old children to five-year-olds Of course, this is the theory, but in fact, there is no ten-year-old doll in the Seven Islands' old calendar who really goes up to make gestures.

    There are a total of twenty-nine clans among the seven islands, and most of the remaining sporadic surnames are attached to these main clans, so it is not worth mentioning.  In the big competition, each family can recommend ten talents, and the family name is not limited, so 290 candidates will be submitted.

    As for the remaining ten places, those scattered sects are left to compete freely, but the Seven Islands are not allowed to get involved.

    In this way, the chances of selecting 300 outstanding talents before the big competition, until the final selection of 10, 30 to 1, are not very simple.

    ?The first match is to draw lots to catch the right match. There will be 150 matches in four days, and the next half of the people will be eliminated.  The game time limit is so tight, naturally there are several overlapping games.  Theoretically, two games should be arranged in the morning and in the afternoon, and one game will make ten groups compete at the same time.

    Luo Jiujiang's lottery happened to be the first game on the first day, and many people wanted to see something fresh early.

    Before the time came, Luo Jiujiang met Yue Qinghui and Dong Shuangyu outside the court.  The time for the competition had not yet come, and the three of them were not in a hurry, so they chatted for a while.

    Yue Qinghui approached Luo Jiujiang, with a gossip look on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know who has the most outstanding cultivation this time? Who is most sure of winning the spot?"

    Luo Jiujiang has always had a wide range of friends, and many people like to ask him for help.  It is not wrong to ask him the most common and non-private question about the level of cultivation.

    "Of course I count as one, and Qianling counts as one." Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows and said without shame.  After a while, he admitted with Yue Qinghui's urging eyes: "I really don't know this time. There were some things in the past two days. I was not with everyone. Even the lottery was drawn by Qianling for me."

    "I said why I haven't seen you two when I came to the door these two days." Yue Qinghui sighed, "Forget it, you don't know as much as I do. Let me talk to you—those exceptionally outstanding people  It's not that we are delayed in the upper realm sect, or we don't like our return from this competition. It is said that there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings. Among the candidates this time, in terms of cultivation alone, Du Chuan is the one with the highest cultivation  .”

    Luo Jiujiang said thoughtfully: "At his age, it doesn't matter if he has the highest cultivation. If the colors and patterns can be richer, it is worth mentioning."

    Yue Qinghui also grew up with him when he was a child, and he laughed out loud when he heard the meaning of what he said.  Instead, Dong Shuangyu gave him a strange look: "Mr. Luo means"

    "Hit him so that his face is full of peach blossoms!" Yue Qinghui laughed next to Dong Shuangyu's ear.

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    The opponent Luo Jiujiang drew in the preliminary round was a girl with a very gentle temperament. She had a graceful figure and a long rotten silver whip wrapped around her waist. She stood tall and graceful on the field, making people feel very demure.

    According to the rules, they communicated with each other by name, and then they fought.  The two weapons collided from time to time, sparking a few sparks.  After nearly a hundred moves in this way, there have been a series of games in the distance that have already been judged.

    Dong Shuangyu asked curiously: "I think this girl's cultivation is far inferior to Mr. Luo, I don't know why Mr. Luo has been wrestling with her for so long?

    Yue Qinghui smiled and said: "Jiujiang has always been kind to the girl's family, since he was a child. Back then weAccording to legend, Mingyin snails are good things for memorizing events and warding off evil spirits, could it be" Luo Jiujiang frowned, and looked at Mingyin snails with a sense of inquiry.

    "No." Han Qianling interrupted his guess, "The conch language sounds so miserable, and it sings a lullaby with the same tone."

    Luo Jiujiang: ""

    "Actually, I didn't go into the sea specifically to find it. I didn't expect to hear someone else's way to death."

    Han Qianling twisted the conch from the palm of Luo Jiujiang's hand, and pulled out a lot of bright red silk threads out of nowhere with the other hand.  The girly kung fu he did for patience when he was a child was not in vain. In a few words, he flipped his hands up and down, and in the blink of an eye, he wove the conch shell into a generous and elegant bracelet.

    Under Luo Jiujiang's amazed gaze, he wrapped the bracelet around Luo Jiujiang's wrist without changing his face, with a very calm expression, as if it should be natural for the red rope to be wrapped around Luo Jiujiang's wrist.

    "Didn't you all wear a piece of jade yesterday?" Han Qianling said calmly, "If you think about it carefully, I don't seem to have given you anything specially, so you can take this conch shell.  I can sing you a few little songs."

    Luo Jiujiang couldn't help laughing: "That's a good idea. I'll appreciate its masterpiece when I feel like having a night of nightmares on a whim." After a pause, he still said helplessly, "But next time you should change the color." Now  The color of this red rope is so bright that it almost burns the eyes.

    The corners of Han Qianling's eyes and lips gradually curled up, as if he heard something he liked, "Okay, change the color next time."

    At this time, the first game is almost over, and the second game in the morning will start soon.  Han Qianling bent down and brushed the corner of his clothes: "It's my turn to play."

    When Luo Jiujiang mentioned this, he became curious: "Yesterday you refused to tell me who your opponent was, and now you can finally mention it?"

    "It's Du Di." Han Qianling turned his eyes to look at the Mingyin conch on Luo Jiujiang's wrist, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

    Smiling without revealing the slightest killing intent.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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