Wudang Mountain at night was quiet and peaceful.
The moonlight shone down, and a few hazy shadows appeared on the empty training ground.
It was Ah Mu and the others.
No one spoke.
They stood apart from each other, confronting each other.
Only Song Qingshu was bored to death.
During the day, he was also at True Martial Palace. Later on, when Bai Lan started to treat Yu Daiyan's injuries, he also went over.
After circulating his internal energy for a while, the internal energy in his body was exhausted. He panicked and finally gave up.
Looking at Bai Lan's serious and calm face, he felt the gap between the two of them for the first time.
Song Qingshu had no choice but to come here first. After explaining what had happened in the True Martial Palace in detail, everyone decided to wait for Hou Bailan.
At a certain moment.
The few of them stopped what they were doing and looked in the same direction.
"Junior brothers, I've been waiting for a long time.”
Bai Lan arrived late. From afar, she could feel the tense atmosphere between her junior brothers.
"Eldest Senior Brother."
Song Qingshu was the first to come forward and ask,""How is Third Uncle?"
"I can stand up, but I still need some time to fully recover.”
Bai Lan replied with a smile.
"That's great!"
Song Qingshu jumped three feet high.
When he was young, he often talked to his third uncle. Later, as he grew up, he also experienced that kind of deep pain. There were a few times when he went down the mountain to secretly look for a few Jianghu prescriptions, but none of them worked.
When he heard that Yu Daiyan was able to stand up, the joy he felt was indescribable.
Ah Mu and the others also felt the same way and were excited about Yu Daiyan's recovery.
After a short moment of excitement, everyone's eyes focused on Bai Lan.
That meaning was self-evident.
"Alright."
Bai Lan smiled and said," Since you're all ready, we'll start now."”
"The seating arrangement this time will be the seating arrangement for a lifetime. We're all from Wudang Sect, so we can be competitive, but there's no need to target our own family.”
"Do you understand?"
A Mu and the others looked at each other and nodded.
Bai Lan looked at the few junior brothers in front of her. Other than Ah Mu and Song Qingshu, who were more familiar with each other, she couldn't recognize the rest.
It was also because of their self-introductions that Bai Lan remembered their names.
Shi Yan and Yan Chongtian were the direct disciples of Wudang Sect. They had always used their secular names and did not have Daoist names.
Yucha, Chongxu, and Ziyang had given themselves dao names when they first came up the mountain, and Wudang had accepted them with a smile.
The two of them fought against each other.
Song Qingshu knew his limits and volunteered to be the last judge, becoming the judge with Bai Lan.
In the end, A Mu, Chong Xu, and Shi Yan won and competed for the second, third, and fourth place.
The losers are Yucha, Yan Chongtian, Ziyang, competing for 567.
Song Qingshu rubbed his nose. When he thought about how he would walk the martial world many years later and call himself 'Wudang Sect's Eighth Song' whenever he saw someone, he instantly felt uneasy.
After that.
The two groups of three would fight in turns to determine the specific ranking.
The night wind blew, and the sword shadows were heavy.
The few youths did not hold back. Their clear shouts traveled far into the night sky.
Yan Chongtian defeated Yucha and Zi Yang were ranked fifth.
Yucha defeated Ziyang again and ranked sixth.
Zi Yang, who was in his teens, lost both battles. He was so angry that his liver hurt. He had no choice but to accept the fact that he was ranked seventh.
In comparison.
The competition for the second, third, and fourth places was especially intense.
Bai Lan had thought that Ah Mu would be able to defeat at least one person with the first level of perfection in Sword Principle, but he did not expect Shi Yan and Void Pierce to defeat him.
Among them, although Shi Yan's Sword Dao cultivation had not reached the first level of perfection, it was not far from it.
Most importantly, this person was not only skilled in sword arts, but he was also skilled in fist and palm techniques. During the battle, he was the first to break the sword in A Mu's hand, and the latter could only lose.
Thus, Bai Lan understood that A Mu was skilled in the sword and loved the sword. He had no interest in anything else.
Soon after.
The Void Pierce followed the same pattern. His sword technique was well-practiced and had the power of a battle formation. Bai Lan's eyes lit up. In the end, he trapped Ah Mu and won.
A Mu lost both battles, but there wasn't much resentment in his expression. He accepted it calmly and was ranked fourth.
The next two or three battles.
Under Bai Lan's surprised gaze, Shi Yan and Chong Xu both abandoned their swords and used Taiji Fist to fight their opponents.
Both sides fought hard for a hundred rounds, and in the end, Chong Xu had the last laugh.
During this process, Bai Lan could clearly sense that the Void Pierce Stage was slowly improving and learning even in the midst of battle. His Sword Dao was not the strongest among them, and his Taiji Fist had not achieved great success. His Internal Strength was also only second-rate, but he was able to walk step by step until the end.
In terms of steadiness and steadiness, breaking through the void is the first.
Shi Yan was not bad either. Be it in terms of combat techniques or inner force cultivation, he was on par with the Void Pierce Stage, but he still lost.
His eyes were blank and his face was pale, as if he was also surprised by this result.
At this point, in the three generations of Wudang.
Bai Lan was first, Void Pierce Stage second, Shi Yan third, A Mu fourth, Yan Chongtian fifth, Yu Cha sixth, Zi Yang seventh, and Song Qingshu eighth.
The eight of them greeted each other.
They exchanged their insights, especially Shi Yan, who pulled Chong Xu along and talked for a while. The two of them had been at each other's throats before, but now they had put down their grudges and there was no longer any barrier between them.
The sky brightened.
A fiery red glow rose.
Bai Lan sat on the ground. Everyone gathered around him and listened to him explain the essence of Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword.
He had already perfected these two Upper Sky martial arts, and he was even better than their master. At this moment, he was speaking from a strategic position, and while everyone was enlightened, they were also secretly impressed.
The third generation disciples who had woken up early came to the cultivation field one after another and sat around when they saw this.
Gradually, with Bai Lan as the center, the surrounding space was filled with people sitting cross-legged.
Some of them were deep in thought, some were frowning, and their expressions varied.
Some of them were excited and secretly ran to the empty space outside to fight.
When Song Yuanqiao and the others arrived, they saw such a harmonious scene.
Zhang Songxi pinched his beard and asked Song Yuanqiao,""Big brother, have you prepared a gift for Master's 100th birthday?”
"Naturally, I'm prepared." Song Yuanqiao said unhurriedly.
"Oh? What did Big Brother prepare that could be revealed in advance?”
"What I have prepared for you is…Wait, let's keep it a secret for now. Ling, what gift did you prepare this time?”Song Yuanqiao kept them in suspense.
Zhang Songxi pouted angrily at Bai Lan in the crowd and said,""It's just so-so. I just found a good grand-disciple for Master.”
Song Yuanqiao followed Zhang Songxi's gaze and looked over. He was dumbfounded and almost cursed out loud,""Don't you feel…shameless?!”
Bai Lan's current cultivation and status had nothing to do with Zhang Songxi. It was all self-taught.
"No, I picked him up.”
Zhang Songxi couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
At this moment.
There was only one day left until Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet.
Wudang was still peaceful.
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