One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 115 Let's hold a fun sports meet!

The third day after returning to the mountain, Longhu Mountain.

The sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.

Front yard plaza.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei was sitting in a grand chair, basking in the sun.

He was holding an electric mosquito swatter, but it wasn't turned on.

"Buzz!!!" A fly, oblivious to its own mortality, flew by.

"Snapped!"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Zhiwei precisely swatted the fly to the ground with the electric mosquito swatter. It wasn't dead, just stunned.

"The ninety-ninth."

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, swatted the fly awake, watched it fly away, and then...

"Snapped!"

I've knocked her unconscious again.

"The hundredth one."

Rongshan, who was standing to the side, broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if his master had mastered some kind of "Compassionate Soul-Destroying Palm".

They're so idle!

The back mountain track was originally a mountain path, but it was converted into a running track after Tian Jinzhong recovered.

"Hurry up! Everyone hurry up! Haven't you eaten?"

Tian Jinzhong, dressed in camouflage, ran wildly down the mountain path, followed by a group of panting, pale-faced young Taoist priests.

"Master... please spare us... we really can't run anymore..."

"Can't run? I think you haven't trained enough! Add another ten kilometers!"

Tian Jinzhong accelerated and disappeared at the end of the bend, leaving a group of young Taoist priests who were questioning their existence collapsed on the ground.

Nowadays, Longhu Mountain disciples see Uncle Tian as if they see the King of Hell; whoever gets caught will be forced to "strengthen their bodies."

Listening to the Wind Pavilion.

Su Wuxian lay on the rocking chair, a comic book covering his face.

Su Duo was doing her homework on the table; it was a first-grade arithmetic problem that Su Wuxian had found for her.

The Great Sage squatted down beside her to help her sharpen pencils. He broke three of them and was scratching his head in frustration.

Feng Baobao would dig holes in the yard, fill them in, dig them again, fill them in again, and so on in a cycle.

"well……"

Zhang Chulan put the comic book away and let out a long sigh:

"Life is so boring."

"I miss the mercenaries of Qinling, I miss Ma Xianhong's Gundam."

"Being invincible... is so lonely."

Just then, Wang Ye, who was sweeping the floor, came over, holding a mobile phone in his hand:

"Mr. Su, quickly check your WeChat Moments. Old Master Lu has gone mad."

"Um?"

Su Wuxian picked up the phone and took a look.

Lu Jin posted a nine-grid video with an extremely arrogant caption:

[Today, the Lu family's martial arts demonstration was full of energy and spirit! This is the vitality the world of supernatural beings should have! Unlike some prestigious sects, who are all lifeless, only knowing how to sunbathe and walk their monkeys. @Longhushan Zhang Zhiwei @Su Wuxian]

In the video, Lu Linglong, Lu Lin, and other younger members of the Lu family are fighting fiercely, while Lu Jin stands by with a face full of wrinkles from laughing.

"Hey? It's Old Lu!"

Su Wuxian sat up abruptly, raising an eyebrow:

"So you're using veiled insults to criticize me, aren't you? You're targeting me, aren't you

"Are they taking advantage of the fact that there are no events happening at Longhu Mountain?"

"Senior brother! How can you tolerate this?"

Before anyone knew it, Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong had also teleported into the courtyard.

Zhang Zhiwei pushed up his sunglasses, his beard practically bristling with anger:

"He said I was lifeless? This old fox is just conserving his energy!"

"He said I was walking a monkey?" Tian Jinzhong was even more furious, pointing at the Great Sage who was sharpening a pencil, "The Great Sage is a spirit pet! A comrade-in-arms! What does he know!"

"Squeak!!" (That's right! The old man is bad!) Da Sheng also threw down his pencil in protest.

"No!"

Su Wuxian slapped his thigh, his eyes gleaming with mischief:

"We must get our revenge!"

"Isn't Lu Jin involved in martial arts demonstrations? Let's go all out and make it even bigger!"

"Zhang Chulan! Where the hell have you been?! Get over here for the meeting!"

……

Ten minutes later, in the Tingfeng Pavilion's operations conference room.

Attendees: Su Wuxian, Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong, Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Feng Baobao, and Dasheng.

Meeting topic: How to thoroughly humiliate Lu Jin by organizing an event, and incidentally relieve everyone's boredom.

"A martial arts tournament?"

Zhang Chulan was the first to propose:

"Like the Grand Taoist Ritual, how about summoning all the masters from different regions to fight?"

"Tacky!"

Su Wuxian directly rejected it:

"How long has it been since the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony? Fighting again would be pointless. Besides, all that fighting would damage harmony."

"Then... a marathon?"

Tian Jinzhong raised his hand:

"Run 100 laps around Longhu Mountain! Whoever runs the slowest loses!"

Everyone looked at Old Tian in silence.

Wang Ye muttered under his breath, "Besides you, who would be willing to suffer that pain..."

"Then what's the point?" Feng Baobao asked.

Su Wuxian stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over everyone. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through his mind, and an extremely sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Since they are superhumans, we need to incorporate some unique characteristics of superhumans."

"We're not comparing cultivation levels, we're comparing...whose skills are more elaborate!"

"I propose we hold the first ever Extraordinary Human World Fun Games!"

"A fun sports meet?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, intrigued. "How fun will it be?"

Su Wuxian picked up a pen and quickly wrote several large characters on the whiteboard:

【Event 1: Object Obstacle Race】

"The rules are simple."

Su Wuxian explained:

"All contestants must not run on their feet; they must fly by stepping on their own magical artifacts or qi-transformed objects."

"The course is located in the jungle behind the mountain, and attacking each other, tripping each other up, and throwing banana peels are allowed throughout the course."

"Whoever reaches the finish line first wins."

"This is good!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up:

"This is practically tailor-made for Jia Zhengliang's throwing knives! Just imagine, what if someone shot them down from the sky..."

"【Project Two: Golden Light Mantra Dodgeball】"

Su Wuxian wrote the second one:

"The venue is limited to the training ground."

"The players can only dodge, not fight back."

"As for the person who threw the ball..."

Su Wuxian looked at Zhang Zhiwei and chuckled:

"Senior brother, this glorious task is entrusted to you."

"You can condense your golden light into a ball and throw it at them; whoever gets hit is eliminated."

Zhang Zhiwei pushed up his sunglasses, a smile playing on his lips.

"This is interesting. It's been a long time since I've played beanbag toss."

Wang Ye felt a chill run down his spine:

"This isn't dodgeball, it's PUBG! Are you sure you won't die if you get hit by that old master's ball??"

"【Project Three: Mahjong Triathlon】"

Su Wuxian wrote down the final item:

"Four people at a table, playing mahjong."

"But not while sitting down, but... while doing parkour."

"I use my Qi to lift the table and make it fly in front of me, while the contestants chase after it. They can only draw cards after catching up with the table, and to play a card, they must knock their opponent back ten meters."

"Whoever wins first gets the winning hand."

"Holy crap..."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at Su Wuxian as if he were a devil.

This idea... was it blessed by the sacred tree of the Qinling Mountains?

What kind of deep-seated hatred or resentment must one harbor to come up with such a torturous project?

"What? Not satisfied?"

Su Wuxian raised an eyebrow.

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"

Tian Jinzhong slammed his fist on the table and stood up:

"That's it! Especially that mahjong parkour, I want to sign up!"

"I want to play too!" Feng Baobao raised her hand. "I propose a relay race where people are buried."

"Um...we'll talk about that next time." Su Wuxian wiped his sweat.

"good!"

Su Wuxian waved his hand, setting the tone:

"Since everyone agrees, let's take action!"

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