In the evening, Mo Shuzi took An Jinchu back to his yard after dinner. An Jinchu was a little restrained. Usually, he was like Lu Qingbo, and he followed his master Lin Qiu. Lin Qiu was different from Mo Shuzi. Lin Qiu was easy-going and approachable. Mo Shuzi has lived in seclusion in the back of the country in recent years and easily ignored the mundane affairs in the sect, so the disciples resigned from him and were unfamiliar and awe.

"Master." An Jinchu poured a cup of tea for Mo Shuzi, then stepped back aside with his hands hanging down and waiting for him to speak.

Mo Shuzi took a sip, put down his expression lightly, and said to An Jinchu, "Are you sure about tomorrow's competition?"

An Jinchu bowed and said earnestly, "I am not sure when I return to Master."

To be honest, An Jinchu is still a little confused about how he reached the final. Although he allowed his disciples to Cangmo, he has never had much confidence in his martial arts. After several games, he always wanted to make a sigh of relief for his master and Junior Brother Lu. Especially after Junior Brother Lu was slandered by the Genting Palace, he even breathed a sigh of relief and could not let Genting's disciples win no matter what. But he didn't expect that in this game today, he could not draw the same group as Zhao Mingzhu, but Zhao Mingzhu was defeated by Wu Ying. If he could win the first place tomorrow, he would be considered to have won Genting.

But he also saw Wu Ying's kung fu, and probably not inferior to him, so An Jinchu was nervous and had no confidence to win.

Mo Shuzi was not angry when he heard An Jinchu say this. He exclaimed in a depressing voice and said, "Well, it's good that you don't have pride and complacency."

An Jinchu didn't expect Mo Shuzi to say such a sentence, and didn't know how to interfere for a while, so she could only remain silent and more respectful.

Mo Shuzi seemed a little tired, leaning against the back of the chair, his voice deep, "Tomorrow, you may not win."

"Ah?" An Jinchu was stunned and looked up in confusion.

Mo Shuzi said again, "Look at the whole Huizhou City, even the Ten Thousand Lantern Festival is ahead of schedule. Although it is a name for celebrating the heroes' meeting, it is actually just for His Highness to show it to His Highness King Jin, and he flattered King Jin."

"Master, I don't understand, what does this have to do with tomorrow's game?"

Mo Shuzi glanced at An Jinchu, "Where is the sect of Princess Jin?"

"Genting Palace."

"Then, if the Genting Palace loses, will the King of Jin feel very embarrassed? And look at the expression of King of Jin today, are you unhappy?"

"this……"

"And Zhao Mingzhu's martial arts skills, you have seen her take action before. What do you think of the competition between her and Guiyuan today?"

Lu Jinchu was a little confused. He felt that Mo Shuzi seemed to be talking about something important to him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Mo Shuzi frowned. This disciple has a high-quality qualification, a solid foundation, flexible moves, and is a talent that can be created, but it is just too simple, with no worries in his heart, and no long-term thinking. Even Lu Qingbo, who is younger than him, is deeper than him.

"Disciple, disciple, I didn't see any difference."

At that time, An Jinchu only found Lu Qingbo's figure in the crowd, hoping that he would see him reaching the finals, but he didn't pay attention to another match between Zhao Mingzhu and Wu Ying.

"Oh," Mo Shuzi sighed, "That Zhao Mingzhu clearly released water and did not do her best to compete."

"Ah? Master said that Yunding Palace deliberately lost to Guiyuan?"

"That's right, Genting did this, most of the time, was instructed by King Jin. And Yun Suran was injured this time for some reason. It's hard to say whether it's true or false. It just happened to find a way for Genting to be inferior to others. It was in line with King Jin's wishes, but it didn't lose face. I now extremely suspect that Yun Suran deliberately messed with Lu Zhan's daughter, forcing Jue Ming to attack her, and acted like a poisoning."

After avoiding this secret battle, Yun Suran might have a greater purpose.

"But isn't you afraid of being really poisoned if Master Yun does this? Yao... If Miss Lu doesn't ask for it, the miraculous doctor may not give her the antidote."

"Miss Lu is a female after all. How could she ignore her reputation in front of everyone? No matter whether Yun Suran slandered her, her trick of repaying her with kindness would win her a good reputation. Miss Qianjin, who is not self-righteous or smart?"

An Jinchu was stunned. The Lu Qingyao he knew seemed not like this kind of daughter.

"So..." Mo Shuzi concluded, "The current situation is already very obvious. King Jin wants to protect Guiyuan and win the championship. No matter whether you can beat Wu Ying or not, you must lose to him tomorrow, and there will be no trace of losing."

An Jinchu was a little anxious, "But Master, why should I let Wu Ying be allowed to win if my disciple can beat Wu Ying? Wouldn't he betray the teacher's daily teaching? Fairness and justice are the spirit of the competition. How can we martial arts practitioners easily defeat?"

"Bastard." Mo Shuzi suddenly got angry, slapped the table and scolded An Jinchu, "Pediagra, short-sighted, is your master teaching you this way?"

An Jinchu was startled by Mo Shuzi's sudden anger, and knelt down with a "thump". "Master, calm down, my disciple knows that he is wrong."

Mo Shuzi rubbed his eyebrows and suppressed his unhappiness weakly, "Get up."

The five major sects have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and they all want to dominate the martial arts world. However, the martial arts of these five people have reached the peak, and no one can dominate the world. There is no one in the younger generation. If you lose, you are not the focus. If you lose, you will sell your face to King Jin. The advantage is more than the disadvantages. The point is that if he Mo Shuzi can cultivate the magical skill of Pure Soul, then the Cangmo Sect will naturally become the largest sect in the world, and Mo Shuzi will also dominate the martial arts world. At that time, he will not take any heroes or guards seriously.

But now I am afraid that Bai Haotian, Qu Li and others will think so. Those old foxes will definitely not give up their ambitions. Especially Bai Haotian, who went out in the middle of the night, what do you want?

An Jinchu didn't dare to speak casually anymore. After standing up, he lowered his head and obeyed his orders. Mo Shuzi cleared his throat and his tone returned to calm. "Remember, you are a disciple of the Cangmo Sect. Your words and actions will affect the reputation of the Cangmo Sect. The first thing is not important. Taking the overall situation into consideration is the fundamental reason. You can't take the entire Cangmo Sect because of a moment of anger. You can have this level and I am very satisfied with your master. Besides, you are not sure that you can win? Even if you win, you may not be able to enter the Imperial Guard. Now the Imperial Guard's power is in the hands of the King of Jin. Do you think that if we defeat the people he has decided, he will still entrust you with important tasks? Jinchu, if you prosper and all will be destroyed, if you want to make a name for the world, it is not just the path of heroes, do you know?"

"Disciple knows."

"Well, go down and have a rest, tomorrow is like."

An Jinchu was very sad when he left the door. He probably understood what his master said. He thought that the heroes would be the biggest event in the martial arts world, at least fair, but he didn't expect that he would be involved in so many interests. If practicing martial arts cannot serve the court and cannot make achievements, then why are they practicing martial arts so hard?

If they cannot join the Imperial Guard, how can they meet frequently when Junior Brother Lu returns to Beijing in the future?

Even though An Jinchu couldn't sleep for the first night, the final was still held as scheduled. The last game was, and the most exciting moment had arrived. He was surrounded outside the court. Compared with the enthusiasm of the audience, the two people who were about to show up on the court were so calm that they were not as calm as they were. It was just that Wu Ying was calm because he got a calm pill, but An Jinchu was pessimistic and disappointed and could only calm down.

Lu Qingbo stood in an empty gaze among a group of Cangmo disciples. Looking at the unusual flattery of Wu Qing and Mo Shuzi of An Jinchu to King Jin, what else did he not understand? Yao'er mentioned this result intentionally or unintentionally when she came to visit him a few days ago. He could understand that he didn't care about winning or losing. But Senior Brother An always wanted to win the crown and win glory for Cangmo and his master. Now it seems that Mo Shuzi had talked with him last night. Senior Brother An has always been heartless and simple in mind. I am afraid that he would never think of a game, and there was such a stake in it behind it.

Lu Qingbo is in a family of important officials and has a strong ability to accept such things, but Senior Brother An, please don’t be discouraged at this point.

Lu Qingyao glanced at Lu Qingbo in the distance, and saw that his expression was as usual, and then heard Qu Li say to Mo Shuzi, "President Mo, you disciple looks so in a bad mood. Could it be that you went back to practice martial arts for one night last night?"

Mo Shuzi turned a blind eye to Qu Li's sarcasm and replied indifferently, "If you do your best, you will be satisfied with your fate. As long as he does his best, I will be very satisfied."

Qu Li sneered and stopped talking.

Shui Qianqiu smiled and said, "It's all my own people. No matter whether they win or lose, they just exchange and don't hurt harmony. No matter who wins today, I will hold a banquet in Guiyuan. I invite friends from all over the world to attend the Huizhou Wanlan Festival. Everyone is lively and lively. It's a great time to have friends coming from afar, hahaha."

"Go...", Jue Ming sneered disdainfully.

"Dong", the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the game began, everyone's attention was focused on the field.
Chapter completed!