The Blade Appreciation Conference will last for three days.
On the first day, there were little fishes and shrimps competing, either they were fledgling young heroes, or they were veterans who had practiced martial arts for many years but hadn’t improved. Anyway, their paths were very wild, and they were not like those famous heroes. I have the burden of idols, and sometimes there is a verbal fight when comparing and comparing, and the spitting star almost doesn't fly to the stands; there are also some people who throw away their weapons when they disagree, and start a hand-to-hand fight like street hooligans, you scratch my butt Creaking nest, I'm digging your big nostrils, and I'm still swearing and swearing, the scene looks disgusting and funny.
Wen Ai laughed so hard in the stands that he couldn't breathe, he slapped the table, almost knocking the teacup down.
Zhuo Yiqing, who was sitting next to him, moved the teacup to the table, seeing Wen Ai's overjoyed expression, the corners of his mouth also raised up: "Is it that funny?"
Wen Ai grinned and nodded at him, her cheeks were rosy from a smile, and her eyes were shining. Zhuo Yiqing saw it, and suddenly felt an urge to catch him and kiss him.
On the second day, it was the turn of the backbone forces of various factions to discuss martial arts and make friends through martial arts. Everyone was serious and serious.
Wen Ai was so bored and drowsy, Zhuo Yiqing conjured up a pack of candied fruit out of nowhere, Wen Ai took it with glowing eyes, while eating, he listened to Zhuo Yiqing explaining the competition on the field, and was sometimes caught by him. The humorous description makes me amused.
The third day was the pinnacle duel of the most advanced group of people. Wen Ai observed it carefully, but in the end he could only see what color clothes the two were wearing, and he couldn't even tell the style.
Seeing that all the masters entered the field one by one, Wen Ai poked Zhuo Yiqing's arm: "It's almost time for you? Don't you want to prepare?"
"No need." Zhuo Yiqing leaned leisurely on the carved pear wood chair, cracked open the shell of a peanut, picked out the peanut and threw it into his mouth, "There is nothing to prepare."
Wen Ai: "..." Yes, this is very arrogant.
In the last few rounds of the competition, it was finally Zhuo Yiqing's turn. He stood up and pulled out his sword, handed the scabbard to Wen Ai for safekeeping, turned around and flew onto the ring with lightness kung fu. When he landed, there was a sound from the stands There was a burst of cheering and cheering.
Zhuo Yiqing's title of "No. 1 Young Master in the World" was only known in the past two years. Although it was passed on by word of mouth, he had never been ranked as seriously as he is now. If he won the first place in the blade appreciation meeting, it is tantamount to stamping him as the "No. 1 son in the world", and he is firmly seated.
But if he loses...
Wen Ai felt that even if Zhuo Yiqing lost, he could still be the number one young man in the world of appearance. His passionate eyes alone did not know how many votes he could win.
The competition started soon, Wen Ai stared at the ring with the heavy scabbard in his arms, although he couldn't understand as always, but he could see Zhuo Yiqing's white shadow with ease to force the opponent back again and again, almost several times Fall out of the ring.
With two sticks of incense, Zhuo Yiqing won three games in a row and became the champion of this year's Blade Appreciation Competition.
Everyone in the stands stood up and applauded. Wen Ai didn't want to look too different, so he could only stand up and fish in troubled waters.
On the stage, Zhuo Yiqing bowed his hands to thank his opponents and the audience in a humble and polite way, then turned to look at Wen Ai, and smiled at him from a distance, that was a smug breeze.
Wen Ai's ears were inexplicably hot, he put down the scabbard, covered his ears and went back to the other garden.
When Zhuo Yiqing walked off the ring, he was delayed by a few acquaintances who came to congratulate him. When he escaped and returned to the stands, the table where Wen Ai sat was already empty, leaving only his scabbard lying alone. on the table.
That night, when it was almost time to go to bed, Zhuo Yiqing knocked on the door of Wen Ai's room suddenly.
Reluctantly, Wen Ai withdrew her foot that had just stepped onto the bed, turned around and opened the door, looked at Zhuo Yiqing in front of her, and asked, "It's late at night, what do you want from me?"
Zhuo Yiqing lifted the saber and waved it in front of his eyes: "I entrusted you with the scabbard, but you threw it on the stand at random, give me an explanation, huh?"
"The word 'Zhuo' is so big on your scabbard, who dares to make up your mind?" Wen Ai touched the scabbard, "Besides, Sanchi Pavilion will be given to you anyway." Forge a new one, maybe it will be the kind of handed down sword that can set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes in a hundred years, you can secretly burn incense when the time comes."
"Where are you going? You're getting farther and farther..." Zhuo Yiqing shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, brother will take you to see the stars."
"Huh? I'm not going! I'm not—"
Ignoring Wen Ai's objection, Zhuo Yiqing carried him to the roof like a chicken, and forcibly looked at the stars.
Just look at the stars when you look at the stars, Wen Ai sat on the ridge with his head up, Zhuo Yiqing lay on his back gracefully, the two of them looked at the bright galaxy, neither spoke.
After a while of silence, Zhuo Yiqing suddenly asked, "Why didn't you wait for me during the day?"
Wen Ai didn't expect him to change the way of questioning again, and was stunned for a moment: "You didn't ask me to wait for you, did you?"
Zhuo Yiqing followed his words and said: "But I gave you the scabbard."
Wen Ai turned her head and gave him a sideways glance: "You are boring, why are you still holding on to the scabbard?"
Zhuo Yiqing exerted strength in her abdominal muscles, and sat up suddenly, her eyes fixed on Wen Ai: "Why do I feel that you are deliberately avoiding me during the day? What's wrong with me?"
Wen Ai was hit by his words, and quickly changed the topic: "Don't forget to put gold on your face and hide from you. If you get in my way, I can make you unable to get up for three days with a pack of medicine powder. It’s okay to step on you back and forth.”
Zhuo Yiqing shook her head and smiled straightly: "Master Gu, a dignified doctor, openly talks about poisoning, should I say you are straightforward or lack of heart?"
Wen Ai fiddled with the tiles under her body: "There is no separation between medicine and poison, those of us who deal with medicinal materials are sincere."
"Are you honest? There will be no duplicity in the world." Zhuo Yiqing lay down again, resting his head on the roof, and said lazily, "But it's cute, brother, I'll let you."
The galaxy in the sky was flowing slowly, after watching it for a while, Wen Ai couldn't help but yawned: "I'm going back to sleep, I have to hurry tomorrow."
Zhuo Yiqing looked at the sky thoughtfully: "This time you return to the valley, will you have to nest for another year or so before you are willing to come out?"
"You don't care about me." Wen Ai pushed him, "Take me down, hurry up."
Zhuo Yiqing lay still: "What will you do if you forget about me?"
Wen Ai was taken aback for a moment: "It sounds like I should remember you... Aren't you just the same person..."
Zhuo Yiqing turned her head to stare at him, and said word by word: "Have no conscience."
In fact, if Zhuo Yiqing was really a passer-by, then Wen Ai would definitely be willing to make friends with him. Although sometimes it would be annoying to tease people, but with him by his side these few days, the Blade Appreciation Conference was much more interesting. But Zhuo Yiqing happened to be the male lead, and she was going to be seriously injured tomorrow, and then picked up by herself to be a medicine man. If the relationship is too good, she won't be able to do it then.
Wen Ai went through the plot in his mind, and after deliberating for a while, he stuffed a medicine bottle into Zhuo Yiqing's lapel.
Zhuo Yiqing took it out and looked, yo, it was still a jade bottle with only three pills in it. He put his nose up and smelled it, and asked Wen Ai: "What is this for?"
"Pain relief, regardless of internal or external injuries, can calm down the pain." Wen Ai said, "You are so unpopular, you may be put on a sack and beaten up one day, you will use up everything you have prepared for this medicine Its use."
Zhuo Yiqing put away the jade bottle and put it close to her body: "Then I probably won't need it in this life, but Master Yin Dagu personally gave the medicine, I dare not neglect it."
Wen Ai smiled and said nothing, just swell, sooner or later it will explode.
This prophecy was very accurate, Zhuo Yiqing was blown up and covered in blood before the turn came sooner or later.
At noon the next day, Wen Ai, who was on his way back to the valley, picked up a male protagonist in the wilderness twenty miles away from Sanchi Pavilion.
Zhuo Yiqing fell into a pool of blood, and when she heard footsteps, she reluctantly opened her eyelids.
After seeing the person coming, Zhuo Yiqing raised the corners of his mouth that was still oozing blood, obviously weak and still teased vigorously: "Miss me? Chasing me so soon..."
"Don't talk." Wen Ai knelt down with a frown, gestured to the guard behind him, and immediately took a step forward, unfolding the needle bag swiftly, Wen Ai picked a slightly thick needle, and sealed Zhuo Yiqing ten A few acupuncture points temporarily stopped the bleeding.
Zhuo Yiqing's face was pale, but her peach blossom eyes still smiled unabated: "Little cutie has amazing acupuncture skills, uh... cough cough, cough cough... the medicine you gave me really works... it doesn't hurt at all..."
"Can you keep your mouth shut." Wen Ai put two fingers together and pressed his lips together to prevent him from being poor any longer, "If I knew it earlier, I should have made you speechless in pain!"
After simple treatment of the injury, Wen Airang moved Zhuo Yiqing to the carriage without treatment, and hurried all the way back to Yinxian Valley.