"Elder Meng, do you also understand sword formations?" the long-faced cultivator headed opposite asked.
At Mo Shi, Meng Xueli came to the west side of Yanjianping, and after waiting for a cup of tea, the other party brought many inner disciples. Originally, Meng Xueli was only participating in the sword formation exercise, but at this time, there were more than a hundred people gathered by the cold pool.
In fact, as early as yesterday, the four of them met with a sullen face from the Lunfa Hall, and the inner disciples who were friends with them had already heard the news, and they all came to watch the fun this morning.
"Did you know that Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Wu have taken over the errands. Next year, the Secret Realm of the Vast Sea will protect that Meng Xueli."
"Senior Brother Zhou is really unlucky. The day before yesterday, he passed the customs and was promoted to the barrier-breaking realm. This time the competition should have soared into the sky and made a name for himself, but he was hurt by Meng Xueli... However, at 90 tomorrow, Senior Brother Zhou plans to use it to play the role. Come on, let's get rid of the rectification of that surnamed Meng, and let's go take a look."
"Huh, how dare you? If the elders find out, they will definitely be punished severely!"
"Senior Brother Zhou's method is very good, I promise that he will not be able to tell the pain! Whoever makes him implicate others, it is not too much to treat him."
According to the plan of Zhou Wu and others, when Meng Xueli ran back and forth in the formation as instructed, exhausted and in a state of embarrassment, they would stop and say, 'The sword formation has not yet matured, and Elder Meng has been exhausted, we three Come back in days. '
Although this method is simple, it makes people choose not to go wrong. If Meng Xueli went to file a complaint, he would definitely not be able to explain the situation. Those outer sect disciples have never even seen the sword formation, let alone say it clearly. The real person in charge would only feel that Meng Xueli was squeamish and could not bear the pain at all. On my side, there are many inner disciples who testified, and they all agreed, not afraid of the deacon hall to inquire and investigate.
Everything should be foolproof, Meng Xueli attended the meeting as scheduled.
It was not yet tomorrow, and in the cold and cold wind, nearly a hundred people secretly transmitted their voices, waiting to see him laugh.
Zhou Wu smiled and said: "Elder Meng, wait a minute, you can run wherever we say, don't worry about other things, just run fast enough. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep up with the changes in the sword formation, and you will be caught by the enemy. It's dead."
Between the open and flat cliffs, the four of them held up a sword flower, showed their hands, and dispersed in different directions. Seeing that the battle was about to start, Meng Xueli said, "Wait a minute."
He actually withdrew from the formation, and took the stove back from Daotong's hand: "Isn't that right?"
More than 20 disciples outside the Dharma Hall stood blankly behind him.
The four of them looked at each other and their expressions changed slightly.
Meng Xueli explained patiently: "You two use the blazing sword, and the two use the cold sword. Judging from this position, it should be a set of 'yin and yang formation'. When the sword formation changes, the two poles of the blazing cold are like yin and yang, and they can generate and restrain each other. Overcome the enemy and win. But your blazing swords are not ready for fire, and the sword array will run for three weeks, so you should be powerless. Why don't you change it? I think the 'Four Seas and Winds' is very suitable for you."
The room was silent and silent. The disciples of Lunfa Hall couldn't understand it, and the four of them were so confused that they couldn't listen at all. I wondered if someone had betrayed them and tipped off the news to this Meng Meng
Meng Xueli explained the benefits of the 'four seas and wind formation', Zhou Wu interrupted coldly, "You won't join the formation?"
Meng Xueli said helplessly: "The sword formation has not yet been completed. It is meaningless for me to join the formation. You put a nest of money mice in it and let it run around, the effect will be the same."
The disciples of the Law Hall all laughed.
Although they didn't understand, they knew that Elder Meng always had such a lively tone when answering questions and pointing out mistakes.
The playful laughter reached the ears of the four, but it was a harsh mockery.
Seeing that there was no response from the other side, Meng Xueli asked tentatively:
"Why don't you think about it? It's really cold here, so I'll go back first..."
The cliffs are wide open, and the north wind whistles.
Pingxi is a cold pool. He stood by the pool, and the damp and cold air was drilling into the cracks of the bones, like gangrene attached to the bones, which was really unbearable. The Lunfa Hall at the foot of the mountain is much more comfortable.
The faces of the four were pale and pale, and they all knew in their hearts that if Meng Xueli really saw the clues, they could only bite to death without recognizing them, and it was best to strike first.
Zhou Wu sneered: "Elder Meng is not willing to cooperate with me, so you can say it straight, why make these excuses!"
Behind him, Wu Jinggang said, "It was a waste of me to wait for the hard training, and exhausted my efforts for the safety of the elder. Where is the elder in a hurry to go back? Also, it's too cold here, and Elder Meng's body is so precious that he can only lie on Changchun Peak to raise flowers and feed. fish."
Seeing that the situation was wrong, Liu Xiaohuai blushed: "You, you are bold!"
But he was timid and weak, and was instantly overshadowed by Zhou Wu's sharp voice:
"Did we say it wrong? You know how many spirit stones are consumed in a year for the Changchun Peak Formation? The direct disciples are still cultivating hard, what qualifications do you have to be extravagant and to enjoy shelter? Hanshan hasn't paid enough for you? Now Let us sacrifice the opportunity to keep your secret realm safe, are you worthy?"
He held back these words for a long time, and today he finally found the opportunity to say it openly and proudly.
After speaking, not only was he not afraid, but in the cheers of everyone behind him, he had an inexplicable pride:
"We are disrespectful to the elders, please Elder Meng, send me to the deacon hall to be punished."
There is a saying that 'the law does not blame the public', and now the public is angry, let's see what Meng Xueli can do to them.
Meng Xueli just froze in place.
He seemed to have finally figured out the situation at this point.
However, the arrangement of the real master is clearly well-intentioned. With the level of swordsmanship of the four in front of him, if they were to compete for the Grand Prix, they would have an 80% chance of losing their lives.
Zhou Wu is still scolding: "I only hate Jixiao Jianzun's cultivation base, but his vision is poor."
Meng Xueli took a deep breath: "Okay, you can say whatever you want about me. But if I humiliate my deceased husband, if I can bear it..."
Is that still a man
Yu Qishu hurried to him and tugged at his sleeve: "Don't be impulsive, let's go to the Deacon Hall!"
He urged Xiaohuai: "The situation is not right, go to the chief deacon, no, any elder will do."
Meng Xueli stopped Yu Qishu and said calmly, "I am the elder."
He took off his cloak and handed it to Xiao Huai along with the hand stove. Taking two steps forward, he said to Zhou Wu, "I said that your blazing sword is not ready for the fire, are you not convinced?"
Zhou Wu laughed in anger: "Of course I don't agree! What, do you want to compare swords with me?"
Meng Xueli thought for a while: "It's not impossible."
A discussion erupted among the inner disciples opposite.
"Bijian? Did I hear it right?"
"This is what he said, no one can save him this time!"
"I've seen this, and I'll admit to being punished in the future!"
It is a sacred and solemn thing to compare swords in Hanshan. The two parties have reached an agreement, that is, there is no change.
Meng Xueli didn't realize how angry he was, but felt a little troublesome and raised his voice slightly, "Who will lend me the sword first?"
There was a moment of silence, followed by another burst of laughter. There is no sword at all, and it is said that it is better than a sword.
Someone deliberately said: "No sword? Summon 'Chukong Wuya', let's open our eyes."
"Haha the magic weapon has a spirit, how can you be driven by him?"
The disciples of Lunfa Hall looked at each other in dismay. Most of these little disciples still don't understand, how did things become like this
The Taoist boy Liu Xiaohuai had a sword. It was Meng Xueli who cut down the old branches of the peach tree in Changchun Peak and cut it for him. Que Xianming could easily break it with two fingers.
Meng Xueli touched his nose: "I really don't."
Yu Qishu looked around, annoyed that he was being smart, he brought these people here, he wanted to support his friends, but now he made his friends even more embarrassing.
He gritted his teeth: "I have a sword!"
After saying that, he slapped the storage bag and brought out a light blue rapier.
Meng Xueli thanked and took it with both hands: "What kind of sword is this?"
Yu Qishu whispered: "'Linchi Liu'. Ahem, my mother's dowry. Be careful!"
The sword body is only three fingers wide, thin and flexible, with a faint blue light.
Like a weeping willow swaying in the spring breeze, the mother retains the catkins of the wandering child.
It is a soft sword for women.
Meng Xueli politely praised: "Good sword."
There was a burst of laughter on the opposite side, which was extremely lively. It seems that they have never been so happy since their practice.
- Meng Xueli really doesn't understand swords at all.
The crowd stepped back to make room for the two of them. By convention, both sides of Bijian need to introduce each other.
Zhou Wujian pointed to the ground and raised his head proudly: "My blazing sun sword was forged by a family refiner. I learned swords when I was nine years old. "
Yaping applauded endlessly.
He entered the Dao since childhood and broke through 19 obstacles. What's more, 'Tai Heng' is the Dao name of the elder Hanshan Taishang. Behind him stood a huge family of comprehension. With such a background and achievements, he is indeed called the proud son of heaven, and he is indeed proud of it.
Meng Xueli held the 'Linchi Willow' in his hand, and his expression was gentle: "I have never practiced swords, but it is not too late for a gentleman to borrow swords for ten years."
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