I'm not a psychopath!

As the day of the Ladder Tournament approaches, Jiang Qing becomes more and more nervous.

The Ladder Tournament is not only a contest of strength, but also a symbol of honor. Being on the Heavenly Ranking means that he will have a place in Ziyun Sect and even the entire world of immortal cultivation.

Of course, after winning the battle of luck, he no longer needs to rely on the Ladder Tournament to prove himself.

But he always has an obsession.

In the past, he had already exhausted all his strength to challenge the Human Ranking, and the Heavenly Ranking was even more unattainable.

The top few on the Heavenly Ranking were even Divine Transformation cultivators. He wanted to see how strong he was now.

On the day of the competition, the square of Ziyun Sect was crowded with people. Disciples from various peaks gathered together. The atmosphere was warm and tense.

Jiang Qing stood in the crowd, took a deep breath, and calmed his inner fluctuations.

The bell of the competition rang, and Jiang Qing stepped into the arena. His opponent was a senior brother from the same sect. His strength should not be underestimated. He was in the late Yuanying stage and half a step beyond the tribulation.

After the two saluted each other, the competition officially began.

Jiang Qing attacked first, and the wooden sword in his hand drew a sword light, and each sword contained his deep understanding of swordsmanship.

However, the opponent was not an easy opponent, and his counterattack was equally fierce. The sword lights of the two intertwined in the air, making bursts of crisp collision sounds.

As the battle progressed, Jiang Qing gradually felt the pressure. The opponent's swordsmanship was unpredictable, and every attack forced him to go all out.

"I'm afraid it's not just the late stage of the Nascent Soul, it should be half a foot into the God of Transformation!" Jiang Qing couldn't help but sighed as he felt the power coming.

It's worthy of being one of the immortal gates.

Although he won the battle of luck, the battle of luck is ultimately a battle at the level of Jindan.

He himself only relaxed his suppression after the battle of luck ended and became a Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.

But Jiang Qing was not discouraged. He put away the wooden sword and used Longyuan instead-he wanted to win!

Although his spiritual power was not as good as that of a half-step God of Transformation, he still had the physique of a physical cultivator. He could make several mistakes, but the opponent could only make one mistake.

"Fight!"

After a fierce battle, Jiang Qing found the opponent's weakness.

He dodged the opponent's sword with a flick of his body, and then stabbed out with a sword, pointing directly at the opponent's vital point. Although the opponent reacted quickly, he was still a step slower and was hit on the shoulder by Jiang Qing's sword tip.

The referee announced that Jiang Qing won and he successfully advanced to the next round.

Jiang Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew that the next game would be more difficult.

In the next few days, Jiang Qing won one by one, and his swordsmanship and spiritual power control were greatly trained and improved.

In every battle, he went all out and constantly challenged his limits.

Finally, Jiang Qing stood in the final of the ladder competition. His opponent was a recognized genius disciple in the sect, and his strength was unfathomable.

The duel between the two attracted everyone's attention and became the focus of the entire event.

At the beginning of the game, Jiang Qing and his opponent started a fierce battle. The sword lights of the two collided in the air, and the spiritual power fluctuated, and the entire stadium was shrouded by their power.

With the experience gained during this period, Jiang Qing's swordsmanship has become more sophisticated and his spiritual power has become more comfortable.

However, the opponent's strength is indeed strong, and every attack from him makes Jiang Qing feel great pressure.

But Jiang Qing did not give up. He had an unyielding fighting spirit in his heart, and he wanted to use his strength to win.

In a fierce duel, Jiang Qing finally found an opportunity.

He mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, swung out a sword, and the sword light was like a meteor that cut through the sky and hit the opponent's vitals.

Although the opponent reacted quickly, he was ultimately unable to completely dodge and was hit by Jiang Qing's sword light and defeated.

"Brother, I admit it."

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Jiang for winning the fifth place on the Heavenly Ranking. Among the younger generation of disciples, no one can surpass him." The Taoist on the opposite side clasped his fists.

In the first round of this ladder competition, none of the top three cultivators on the Heavenly Ranking participated.

So even if Jiang Qing won all the games, he would only be ranked fifth on the Heavenly Ranking at most. Of course, this fifth place is still temporary, and he still has to defend against the challenges of others in the future.

…

The sun shines through the thin clouds, casting a warm glow, and the breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of floral fragrance and fresh air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The sky is blue and clear, with a few white clouds drifting leisurely occasionally, and birds singing happily in the forest, jumping on branches or flying in the sky.

On the eve of Jiang Qing and Qin Xiaosui's wedding, the whole mountain is immersed in a peaceful and festive atmosphere.

After all, Jiang Qing and Qin Xiaosui are the "star" monks in the sect.

The two of them are so close every day, even a fool can see the problem, so soon the news that the two are going to become Taoist couples spread.

Jiang Qing did not hide this, and many of the invitations he sent out were open and aboveboard.

In addition, the senior brothers Li Changsheng and Qingsu have already started to plan the wedding for the two early.

Now the entire Ninth Peak, from the sky to the ground, from plants to animals, is full of vitality and vigor, and every detail reveals joy.

As Jiang Qing's senior brother, Li Changsheng paid special attention to the wedding of this junior brother.

He personally selected the auspicious date and invited relatives and friends inside and outside the sect, and even famous monks from other states and counties received invitations.

Master Qingsu was responsible for the details of the wedding.

She knew the importance of the wedding to the newlyweds, so she personally took care of everything from the venue layout to the banquet menu, striving for perfection.

Master Qingsu also specially prepared a gorgeous wedding dress for Qin Xiaosui. This wedding dress is not only made of exquisite materials, but also embroidered with exquisite patterns, which means that the couple will be together for a hundred years and happy.

Preparations for the wedding are in full swing. In the square of Ziyun Sect, craftsmen were busy building a wedding tent, decorated with colored lights and bouquets.

The disciples of the sect also joined in the preparations one after another. They either helped carry the items or participated in the decoration. Everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.

The day before the wedding, Jiang Qing and Qin Xiaosui stood in the square, looking at everything in front of them, their hearts filled with gratitude and expectation.

Jiang Qing held Qin Xiaosui's hand tightly and said softly: "Xiaosui, tomorrow is our big day. I have lived up to my promise to you."

Qin Xiaosui nestled in Jiang Qing's arms, with tears of happiness shining in his eyes: "Well, it is my greatest luck to be able to walk through this life with you hand in hand.

Mr. Xianggong. "

…

the other side.

An old man with gray hair and a kind face was sitting in his simple bamboo room, with candlelight illuminating his thoughtful face.

There was deep emotion in his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to record the vicissitudes of time.

Next to the old man, an old friend who was about the same age as him. The two had gone through countless hardships together. He asked softly:

"Old guy, you seem a little absent-minded tonight, but are you thinking about your grandson's wedding?"

Jiang Qing's grandfather nodded slightly, his voice hoarse and gentle: "Yes, time flies so fast. The little baby who was still childish but had a mature soul has now grown up and is about to marry the bride."

The old friend sighed softly, with a hint of regret in his tone: "It's a pity that you, an old man, can only silently bless them behind the scenes and cannot share this joy with them in front of the stage."

Old Man Zhu smiled slightly, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes: "I am very satisfied to be able to watch him grow up step by step and start a family and start a career."

The old friend knew how he felt in his heart and asked softly: "Old Zhu, do you really have no regrets?"

Old Man Zhu was silent for a moment, and then said slowly:

“As a grandfather, I naturally hope to be able to participate in my grandson’s wedding in person, but seeing them happy makes me satisfied.

Over the years, I have watched him grow step by step, and his efforts and achievements have far exceeded my expectations. "

The old friend patted his old friend on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Then let's drink here and drink to that kid Jiang Qing. I wish them a happy wedding and a long life together."

Jiang Qing's grandfather picked up the wine glass, the two of them clinked the glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Maybe change your identity?

…

In the bustling imperial capital, the mansion of Prince Bailiye was brightly lit.

He had just withdrawn from the busy government affairs and returned to his study when he saw an exquisite invitation lying quietly on the table. He gently picked up the invitation and opened it, with a surprised smile on his face.

Bailiye's close friend, a scribe who grew up with him, walked into the study and asked curiously: "Your Highness, what makes you so happy?"

Bailiye waved the invitation in his hand, his eyes flashing with excitement: "It's Jiang Qing's wedding invitation. He is actually getting married."

Hearing this, the scribe also showed a knowing smile: "Jiang Qing has a close relationship with His Highness, and now he has won the Battle of Fate. It is rumored that he will be the next National Master.

On this special day, Your Highness, you must prepare gifts and celebrate it well. "

Bailiye nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, the experience of the training camp seems like yesterday.

How could I be absent from his wedding? Even if there was no such thing as the Battle of Luck, Wan would still go to Ziyun Sect. How could I do it without having a wedding? "

The scribe asked softly: "But Your Highness, as a prince, and now your Majesty has chosen you as your successor, you are so busy with your affairs, can you really spare the time?"

Bailiye pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Jiang Qing is not only my best friend, but also a brother in my heart. I must be present on his big day.

As for the affairs of the imperial capital, I will arrange them properly and ensure that everything is carried out in an orderly manner. "

Seeing Bailiye's determination, the scribe smiled and said, "Since His Highness has made arrangements, I won't say more."

…

Within Ziyun Sect, the ninth peak.

In a quiet courtyard, the door of Qin Xiaosui's boudoir was open, and the female disciples of the sect were walking through it, busy and orderly.

In front of the dressing mirror, Qin Xiaosui sat up straight and stared at himself in the bronze mirror, with a trace of expectation and nervousness flashing in his eyes.

The woman in the mirror has picturesque features, and after being carefully dressed, she looks even more beautiful and refined.

Her cheeks were slightly red, like the morning glow on the horizon, revealing an indescribable shyness and joy.

On her forehead, the female disciples tapped an elegant lotus flower with delicate brushstrokes, adding a bit of fresh and refined temperament.

Qin Xiaosui knew that the most beautiful moment in a woman's life is the day she puts on her wedding dress.

And she finally waited for this moment that belonged to her.

What makes her feel even more lucky is that the groom is her true love. From acquaintance to mutual understanding to being together today, everything seems to be destined.

"Junior sister has become much calmer in recent days. Do you feel a little uncomfortable?" A senior female disciple asked with a smile while combing her long hair.

Qin Xiaosui has a carefree personality on weekdays, but in the days leading up to her wedding, she strives to show her quietest side.

"Master said that after becoming a wife, you can no longer be as willful as before." Qin Xiaosui sighed softly, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes, "I will pretend first and show my true nature later."

As she was talking, Master Qingsu walked into the room with several disciples. She glanced at the phoenix crown on the table and asked lightly:

"How are the preparations?"

The female disciples around Qin Xiaosui bowed and replied respectfully: "Once we comb Sister Xiaosui's hair, everything will be ready."

Qingsu walked to the dressing table and looked at the increasingly charming Qin Xiaosui in the mirror, frowning slightly:

"Why don't you put on makeup?"

The so-called putting on makeup refers to using delicate powder and rouge to make the bride look more charming.

Qin Xiaosui looked at Qingsu in embarrassment, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice: "Master, those powders are too thick, and they look like a layer of wall dust on my face. I'm afraid it will damage my skin."

Qingsu nodded slightly, glanced at the female disciples in the room, and said in a flat tone: "Xiaosui doesn't wear powder, each of you should copy the Heart Sutra ten more times."

The female disciples looked at each other, dared not say much, and had to put makeup on Qin Xiaosui again.

After a careful dressing, Qin Xiaosui's face looked more delicate, like a bud about to bloom.

Qingsu looked at Qin Xiaosui, who was wearing delicate makeup, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the cutest and most beautiful fairy disciple in my family.

She is elegant and refined, yet dignified."

The auspicious time was approaching, and the female disciples put the phoenix crown on Qin Xiaosui. Qingsu squinted her eyes, looked at her for a moment, and sighed softly: "She is so beautiful."

"You are born to be a beauty. Even if you are naughty and play in the mud, you can't stop many disciples in the sect from admiring you and calling you Fairy Xiaosui.

You are so delicate and beautiful when you put on the wedding dress."

Qingsu knew that different women need different outfits, and Qin Xiaosui is undoubtedly the most suitable person for this wedding dress.

Qingsu continued: "Although Jiang Qing doesn't care much, after becoming a wife, she must first learn to restrain her temper."

Qin Xiaosui sat seriously and listened patiently to her master's teachings.

She knew that after getting married, she would face many new challenges and changes.

"But Jiang Qing... has no father or mother, but has a mysterious grandfather. I checked, but couldn't find out.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to you. Without a mother-in-law, naturally no one will embarrass you." Qingsu's words revealed her concern for Qin Xiaosui.

Qin Xiaosui nodded seriously, "Master seems to understand a lot, but it's a pity that I didn't attend Master's wedding."

Qingsu Dunshan widened his eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about? Master hasn't married yet!"

"Ah?" Qin Xiaosui looked at Qingsu with an incredible and contemptuous look for single dogs.

Qingsu was unhappy.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Qin Xiaosui's thigh hard, causing her tears to flow...