Wen Heng: "..."
Not only was he not sympathetic, but he felt that the level of Longjing was very high, and this poem was very appropriate.
Nie Ying was still babbling: "See you a few times in the future, Zhaoyao Villa is all about the virtues of the nostrils facing the sky, looking down on people, and it's not that we have no temper at Yanmen. , you must find a confidant who is congenial and can talk to, me and Longjing, that is, embroidered peony flowers on linen towel - it doesn't match!"
Wen Heng: "Brother Nie, why do I think you're turning a corner and humiliating me?"
Nie Yingjian frowned, and asked with a stern face, "Why, you also want to be a peony?"
Wen Heng recalled the face of Longjing, and associated this kind of pine-bamboo-like gentleman with peony flowers, he suddenly laughed and sighed, and waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare, don't dare."
While talking and laughing, some children of the Chu family came to the stage and rang the bronze bell. Three clear chimes spread out, echoes from the mountains faintly, and all the nobles in the audience were silent. A middle-aged man in an ochre-colored robe took the stage and clasped his fists to everyone. Said loudly: "Chu Songzheng, the fifth-generation patriarch of the Chu Family Sword Sect, welcomes all friends to visit Siyou Mountain."
Everyone got up and returned the salute to him, Chu Song said righteously: "Today is the period of a hundred schools of thought discussing swords once every ten years. Our faction is hosting such a grand event. Thanks to all friends to join us. If there is a place where the reception is not well, I also hope that you will be Haihan."
After the patriarch finished his polite remarks, he left the stage, and another senior Chu family came to the stage to read the rules.
The rules of the Sword Conference have not changed as in previous years. The left arena is a battle of sects. Five people are assigned to each faction, and they will be caught and tested. The winner will then fight with the winner. The heroes of Jianghu, who have no sect and no sect, are divided into groups of five by themselves. Like the sect battle, they will take turns to fight in the right arena. The final winner and each person who has won three consecutive games on both sides of the arena are eligible to participate in the second day.” The decisive battle of the world's number one swordsman".
Wen Heng was sitting next to the arena on the left. His vision was extremely poor. He was blocked by the high platform.
Wen Heng looked at martial arts and got it right, but he was not good at memorizing faces. In addition, after four years, many people didn't recognize them. Nie Ying knew a lot about various sects, and any disciple who came on stage could tell one or two things. Three come. With him explaining, just to save Wen Heng from being confused.
He had no intention of participating in the fight, and only came to stare at the Chunjun faction. Nie Ying was a swordsman, and he would never go up to fight. The two of them made up a pair of idlers, just sitting in peace and watching dramas and chatting.
Seeing that in the first round, the fourteen sects had already played five games, and the Chunjun faction, the last one to play, was very lucky.
Wen Heng looked at it intently, and saw five white-clothed disciples coming from the east, waiting under the ring, still in familiar robes and robes, the dark blue sword spikes that could only be worn by personal disciples fluttered in the wind. Only one of the five had an unfamiliar face, and the other three were familiar. He must have seen them before, but he couldn't remember who it was. There was also a live monkey on Yuquan Peak—no, fourth senior brother Wen Changqing.
Wen Heng glanced over, and his heart sank.
The five young talents looked like weeds with no wilting heads, their faces were blue, their spirits were sluggish, their steps were sluggish, and it took a lot of energy to support them to walk up. Just stand.
Sitting under the stage are all elites and masters, who can't see that these people have problems with their bodies? Just like this, let alone fighting for the number one sword sect in the world, even a second-rate sect can pick up five of them by one person.
How far did the Chunjun faction get to make such a move
Nie Ying wondered beside him: "What happened to the Chunjun faction? What are you fighting for now? Go back as soon as possible to treat the injury."
Wen Heng frowned tightly and said in a low voice, "It seems to be poisoned... Could it be the two people from last night?"
A senior master of the Chu family stepped forward and asked in a low voice for a moment, Wen Heng couldn't hear what they said, only Wen Changqing nodded, and then the elder jumped onto the ring and announced to the crowd loudly: "Chunjun sent a bye, Next, we will face Fuyu—”
"Wait!"
There was a woman's coquettish cry suddenly in the air, the voice was very charming, I don't know what exercises were used, the listeners were all distracted, and unconsciously looked up at the sound.
I saw more than a dozen figures jumping up on the edge of the high cliff, but without pausing, they flew straight towards the terrace, and landed on the field silently, as if a heaven and a man were approaching, and they came lightly, which shows the subtlety of Qinggong. The leader was a beautiful woman in a purple dress, with her arms in a veil, her hair piled up with clouds on her temples, her eyebrows and red lips, and she was bright and charming. Meet the heroes."
In her words, she secretly used her inner strength, and it rang softly in the ears of everyone. People with deeper inner strength are more sensitive to these exercises. Wen Heng's sea of qi trembled slightly, and immediately pulled Nie Ying back with his hand, and reminded him in a very low voice while he was distracted, "Don't listen, beware of ghosts."
The Chuixing Sect is famous, but who does not know it in the martial arts? As soon as Lu Hongyi said this, the crowd immediately stirred. Chu Songxiao, a senior of the Chu family who was standing on the stage presiding over the scene, immediately jumped down, stepped forward to greet him, and said with great vigilance: "I don't expect your envoy to suddenly arrive, and it will be a loss to welcome you from afar. The Chui Xing Sect has never communicated, and I don’t know if Lu Hufa is visiting today, what advice do you have?”
Lu Hongyi raised her sleeves to cover her mouth, and said with a coquettish smile, "I don't dare to have any advice. It's just that our sect master heard that Si Youshan held a sword discussion conference and yearned for it. It's a pity that the sect is busy with affairs, and we are not allowed to visit in person. , so I specially ordered us to bring the worship party, looking forward to exchanging martial arts with you heroes and gaining insights."
Without waiting for the other party to refuse, she reached back and said, "Bring it up."
The subordinates in black immediately stepped forward with the box, bent their knees and knelt at Lu Hongyi's feet, a slender hand broke the lock, lifted the lid of the box, and picked up a sword on the crimson satin.
The value of the gold and jade jewels set on the scabbard is difficult to judge. Lu Hongyi said "please look" and drew the sword out of the scabbard. Chu Songxiao stood close, only to feel a gust of cold wind swept across his face, chilling his bones, his eyes were immediately attracted by the water-like blue light on the blade, he looked at it for a while, and muttered: "This is... 'Fish and Dragon Diving'? "
"Fish and Dragon Diving" is a handed down sword that has been famous in the annals of history. Most of the people present were practicing swordsmanship. As soon as they saw the thin green blade, they knew that it was a magic weapon that cut off their hair.
Taking this kind of famous sword as a gift to meet and greet is too generous!
"Mr. Chu has a good eye," Lu Hongyi held the sword in both hands and smiled, "The sword is given to the hero, this gift, I wonder if your faction is satisfied?"
Chu Songxiao neither dared to reach out to accept it, nor did she know if she should refuse. Her gaze for help floated straight to the face of the head of the house, Chu Song, and he hesitated in her mouth: "No merit will not be rewarded, I would never dare to give this generous gift."
Lu Hongyi said: "Organizing the sword discussion conference will make the Central Plains martial arts return to the heart, and your faction will naturally deserve it."
As soon as this statement came out, the other sects looked a little bad. The Sword Discourse Conference was not a martial arts conference, and the Chu Family Sword School was not the leader of the martial arts alliance. Whether it's praise or praise, Lu Hongyi's words put the Chu Family Sword Sect on a high platform that can't come down.
Immediately, someone stood up and shouted: "Funny words confuse the crowd! The Sword Discourse Conference is an event of the right way. How can you allow demons like you to be sullied!"
"Yo, listen." Lu Hongyi said angrily, "If my concubine is not mistaken, no matter what sect or background, you can come to the stage to compete in the sword discussion conference. When we went up the mountain, we didn't see anyone saying 'Chuixingzong is not allowed to enter'. Ah? The rules are set here, and the martial arts are righteous. How can you see that the Chui Xingzong has never participated in such a grand event before, so you just bully people?"
Such a delicate woman, who said "bullying" pitifully, really taught people to feel pity when they saw it, and even forgot that she was a member of the Demon Sect. The man was choked by her, and he couldn't say anything after refuting it in his mouth. The rest of the people were also silent, to see how the Chu Family Sword Sect would deal with it.
"Hufa Lu, forgive me." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chu Songxiao exchanged a few glances with the head of the family, and said sternly, "According to the rules of the sword discussion conference, the heroes of the world, regardless of their background, can come to power to discuss swords, but now the first round of the sect The competition has been settled, you come one step later, and the Chuixing Sect has no chance."
Lu Hongyi pointed to the stage with a simple hand, and said with a half-smiling smile, "You gentlemen are used to bluffing people, but your concubine's ear is good, the young heroes of the Chunjun faction have just appeared, how can you say that the first round of competition is over. "
"Or-"
She looked forward to the flow of beautiful eyes, but the smile on her lips turned cold: "You all claim to be famous and righteous, but your mouth is fair, but you do things that are biased.
"If this 'number one in the world' is so frivolous, the Chuixing Sect will never admit it." The demonic demon girl finally showed her fangs under her skin, and said her true intention, "I want to teach you all to know, I will set foot in today. This place is to change the atmosphere of the Central Plains martial arts!"
She buckled the big hat and directly involved the Chu family sword sect and several major sects.
Although the Weeping Star Sect is always criticized as a demon sect because of its actions, it is also an indisputable fact that the righteous path is exclusive to foreigners, which can be seen from the arrangement of the Sword Discourse Conference. Lu Hongyi's words sounded harsh to other factions, but it was not far-fetched to the small sects who had long held grudges and the heroes of the arena who didn't take it too seriously, and even felt a little empathy.
Qun Hao responded immediately: "That's right! The Sword Conference should be fair and just, and even the Chui Xingzong can't beat it, how can the number one in the world convince the public!"
The Chu family's sword faction is really riding a tiger at this moment. Chu Song was frowning tightly, and after discussing with the other students for a while, he finally nodded to Chu Songxiao.
As the person who faced Lu Hongyi directly, Chu Songxiao knew best how difficult this woman was. Seeing the owner of the family let go, he also breathed a sigh of relief: "Since the Weeping Star Sect insists on participating in the competition, the faction is naturally willing to do it for your sect. It’s convenient. Then, in the eighth round of Zuo Lei, it will be the Chuixingzong against the Chunjun faction.”
He bowed to give way, stopped blocking, and made a gesture of please.
Blocked by the Cheng Terrace, Wen Heng could not see the movements of the Chunjun faction, but he could hear a commotion over there.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Hanging Star Sect had come prepared, while the Chunjun faction obviously did not have the strength to fight. The Centennial Sword Sect of the Chunjun Sect was given up by the Chu Family Sword Sect as the first stepping stone for the Weeping Star Sect.
Chunjun sent five disciples to stand on the stage, all with stern expressions, but they all held swords in their hands, and they never retreated or looked back.
The side of the Chui Xingzong was led by Lu Hongyi, but she herself did not intend to take the stage. Instead, she turned around with a waist and smiled and said to the man in black standing behind her, "Hufa Xue, it's all up to you."
The man nodded silently, selected four people from the entourage, stood out from the crowd, and walked slowly to the terrace under the gaze of thousands of gazes.
At the same time, Wen Heng's right eyelid suddenly jumped, and an unexplained palpitation suddenly grabbed him.
"Tao Fengling, a disciple of Chunjun, ask your Excellency for some great tricks."
On the high platform, the figure in black was facing him. The man was tall and thin, with slender limbs, but his complexion was paler than that of Lu Hongyi, and he pulled the cold blade away slowly. At noon the sun was shining brightly, the blade of the sword was like snow, and his voice was as cold as snow, and it slowly fell from the zenith—
"Chuixingzong, Xue Qinglan. Please."
The author has something to say: I said last week that Xiao Xue had red lips and eyeliner and heavy makeup, which meant that he was blackened (fake)