Chapter 94

"Hiss, surnamed Jiang... and handsome too."

"This person must not be provoked."

Li Rui stroked his chin.

According to rumors, Jiang Linxian was about forty, and his appearance was truly frighteningly good; it was said that when he was young in the Huaqing Sect, he didn't know how many female disciples he had infatuated, and later he married young, his wife died in childbirth, and he never remarried.

He was practically a protagonist template.

Of course, Li Rui didn't care about any of this at all.

He just wanted to see if he could find some insights from Jiang Linxian, a person of seven shapes.

On the stage.

County Magistrate Zhang stood up first, taking three steps in two, and trotted up to meet him: "Elder Jiang, you have finally arrived. Your subordinate, Zhang Linkang, has long heard of your great name; seeing you today, you are truly high-spirited and outstanding..."

Jiang Linxian looked at County Magistrate Zhang with a half-smile.

"This person's eloquence is quite good."

County Magistrate Zhang led the way, and Jiang Linxian finally sat in the central position unhurriedly.

Seeing her father appear on time, Jiang Yan's hanging heart finally settled.

With Jiang Linxian's temperament, she was really worried that her father would suddenly stand her up.

"Elder Jiang, the journey was hard; I have prepared some autumn tea, would you like to drink a cup first?"

While speaking, he winked at his subordinates not far away, not mentioning the competition at all.

Accepting disciples for the Huaqing Sect was official business.

As long as it looked decent on the surface, that was enough.

But drinking tea was a private matter, which was the thing that truly helped his promotion.

Drink a cup of tea, chat for a while.

Isn't that how opportunities come about?

Seeing that the County Magistrate Zhang in front of him didn't mention the competition at all, Jiang Linxian had to interrupt: "No need, the time is not early, let's start early."

"Then we shall do as Elder Jiang wishes."

Having received the County Magistrate's look.

Assistant County Magistrate Li coughed lightly: "The competition begins, please bring the candidates."

'Candidates' was originally a term from the imperial examinations; every year, the Huaqing Sect's entrance competition was hosted by the government, and after calling it that for so long, it became a habit.

As soon as the words fell.

A clerk led three people onto the stage.

County Magistrate Zhang's smile grew wider.

Originally, according to past practice, the quota for Huaqing Sect disciples should be selected from Qinghe and the three surrounding counties.

This year, because Qinghe had made contributions in suppressing the Guiming Sect, the quota was set for Qinghe.

Having a Huaqing Sect disciple from the county was a major event that could be reported to the prefecture government.

Getting a political achievement for free.

He was naturally happy to see it happen.

Jiang Linxian looked at Zhong Lei, then at the two young people, and immediately knew what was going on in his heart.

They were just there to accompany the runners.

Jiang Yan had already told him about the matter.

The Huaqing Sect had its own rules, and age was a red line that could not be crossed.

Even thirty-five was still too old.

The bones and path were already set; even if there was a desire to cultivate them, it would be hard to achieve anything great.

Cultivating from Eighth Rank to Seventh Rank.

What's the use?

The Huaqing Sect wasn't lacking a Seventh Rank martial artist; what they wanted were masters with the potential to become pillars of the sect; besides that, the rest were all loyal worker ants.

No matter from which angle one looked, Zhong Lei did not meet the requirements.

Don't look at Jiang Linxian as being unrestrained; he actually viewed rules extremely seriously.

The reason he gave people such a feeling.

Was because he had reached the realm where every move and action complied with the rules, and he was already at the state of 'following his heart's desire without overstepping the rules'.

He looked toward Han Qin on the side: "Little Han, right? You go up and compete with these three people one by one."

"Yes."

Han Qin cupped his fists, gripped his sword, and walked forward.

The Huaqing Sect's disciple selection looked at actual combat, but it didn't just look at actual combat.

After all, the participants had different ages, and their martial arts realms were naturally very different; the Huaqing Sect wanted geniuses with potential, not reckless brutes who could fight.

Fighting each other was not appropriate, so usually, they let a senior brother from the Huaqing Sect take turns competing with them.

"Three, who will come first?"

Han Qin smiled gently.

Xuehu Gang disciple He Wenxuan and Liu Tong looked at each other, both hesitating; Han Qin was already Eighth Rank, while the two of them were only Ninth Rank; the gap between the two sides was too large.

"I'll come!"

While the two were hesitating, Zhong Lei took a big step out.

The double hammers at his waist were already gripped in his hands, his fighting spirit rising.

"Please."

Han Qin was still in that gentle and elegant manner, slowly drawing his long sword.

"Offense taken!"

Zhong Lei gave a low shout, lunged forward, and in an instant, the giant hammer was swung around to smash toward Han Qin's crown.

A sharp glint flashed in Han Qin's eyes.

"Weapons are dead, people are alive; what can break a hundred weapons is not the weapon, but the person!"

Li Rui's words floated in Han Qin's ears.

Draw the sword!

Han Qin changed his usual graceful and agile Luoying Sword moves and crouched down.

He actually drilled directly under Zhong Lei's crotch.

At the same time, the blade cut a large hole in Zhong Lei's trouser leg.

"What kind of move is this?"

The several Huaqing Sect disciples present were all dumbfounded; they didn't remember this Senior Brother Han having such low-class moves.

Zhong Lei frowned and looked at his trouser leg.

That sword just now looked shameless, and although it was indeed shameless, it was also extremely fierce; if that sword had stabbed into his crotch, he would have become a eunuch.

Cold sweat streamed down.

"The high disciple of the Huaqing Sect is truly formidable; Zhong admits defeat."

Zhong Lei was also carefree and decisively admitted defeat.

Han Qin was a bit embarrassed: "You let me win."

He didn't want to make a move either.

But Li Rui's words echoed in his ears like a curse; he really couldn't help it.

Jiang Linxian's mouth curled up slightly:

"This Luoying Sword stuff is just a sissy sword, but this kid actually played it with some manly style; not bad, not bad."

Hearing Jiang Linxian's commentary.

No one dared to echo it.

The Luoying Sword technique's reputation in the Huaqing Sect was not small; the only one who dared to comment like this was Jiang Linxian.

Zhong Lei was defeated.

He Wenxuan gritted his teeth and stepped forward: "Master, please give me some advice."

"Come on."

Han Qin nodded.

This time, having learned from the previous lesson, his sword strikes were much gentler.

He exchanged more than twenty moves with He Wenxuan before flicking the long sword from the opponent's hand with one strike.

He Wenxuan looked at the sword that had fallen to the ground.

He took a deep breath and cupped his fists: "Master's sword technique is exquisite; I admire it."

Only by experiencing it personally could one know the power of Han Qin's sword technique.

It wasn't that he hadn't sparred with Eighth Rank sword experts in the gang, but the feeling was very different.

"The foundation of a great sect is truly extraordinary."

He Wenxuan felt even more nervous in his heart, and the thought of joining the Huaqing Sect became even more intense.

"It's your turn."

Han Qin looked at Liu Tong with a smile.

Liu Tong took a deep breath and cupped his fists: "Master, please."

For this competition.

He had made full preparations, and even his brother-in-law Zhang Yang had specifically fed him moves for a full month, so his saber technique had improved a lot.

Like He Wenxuan before, Han Qin deliberately slowed down his sword technique a lot.

Liu Tong used his Brave and Fierce Saber with some style.

He could barely parry.

After thirty moves.

Defeated.

The competition ended.

There were many martial arts experts under the stage, all marveling at the exquisite sword technique of Han Qin, this high disciple of the Huaqing Sect.

County Magistrate Zhang coughed lightly:

"Elder Jiang, do you have any preferred candidates?"

(End of chapter)