At night, there is no square hall.
Qi Lingshu knelt on the futon and lowered her eyes. A little starlight fell on the sleeves of the plain white robe, which came down from the dome. If you look up, you can see the twenty-eight constellations in black and silver, as well as a full moon around the sky. They are surrounded by a scaled-down mountain protection formation. The silver complex formation lines are vertical and horizontal, but they all surround the center of the North Pole. Turn slowly. This is the center of Wufang. The head and the twelve elders can control the entire Wufang array by manipulating the dome. They only need to inject spiritual power into Zhoutianmanyue, and they can convert the mountain protection array into a super kill in an instant. Array, any foreign enemy who invaded without a way will be strangled in an instant.
"Why not kill Fu Lan!" Someone asked angrily. Qi Lingshu lowered his eyes silently, but did not respond. The person who spoke was the precept elder Yuan Ku, an old man with white hair and beard. He was angry and stared like a lion's mane. Touch his mold. "Pick off that fellow's pig head, and sacrifice my blood to my banner. The big demons in the southern border were all killed and wounded in the first battle of Jiugai, and they killed Fulan. They were a group of demons without a leader. We invaded the southern border. Come down, from now on I will have no more troubles in this world!"
The middle-aged man under the full moon opened his eyes from meditation. It was a man with wide robes and long sleeves. He was thin and tall. He looked only in his early thirties, but his actual age must be much higher than this number. The man smiled and said: "Junior brother, why are you so anxious? The world has been in peace for a long time, and it is not necessary to start a war. Besides, if we kill all the demons in the southern border, they will have to fight to the death in the future, and what should we do if the fish die and the net is broken? It's not a good idea."
Yuan smiled bitterly, "If you're afraid, just say it straight, why bother talking so much?"
"Besides," the middle-aged man lowered his eyes and sighed, "The Daoism in the world is declining day by day. If it hadn't been for the helplessness of the withered Daoist to modify the Forbidden Forest Formation, the Forbidden Forest Formation had already collapsed, and the monsters had fled, how could we be here in peace? Sit down?"
"The head is polite, it's not worth mentioning." Ye Kuan's hoarse voice sounded in the corner.
Yuan Ku said coldly, "Then what are you going to do with Fu Lan?"
"To live, of course I won't let it live." The middle-aged man nodded and smiled, "I have my own calculations. I will be imprisoned in Tianzhuya first, and let the children feast their eyes."
Everyone retreated, leaving Qi Lingshu alone to stay with His Highness. The wind was quiet, the silk yarn fluttered like the wings of a moth, and the head Yuan Ji slowly paced down from the high platform and said, "A few days later, are you going to fight?"
"Yes." Qi Lingshu lowered her eyes and nodded.
"Who is the opponent?"
"Feng Huan Yunzhi."
"Is that the kid? Last time Luo Tian talked about it, he was the one who almost burned down the school building, right?" Yuan Ji shook his head and smiled, the slight beard on his lips moved slightly, "Qing-style disciples should not be underestimated, I I heard that this child has been with Qing style since he was a child. He has learned Qing style man, swordsmanship, and even stunts. Feng is still the head of the mountain, so it is no accident that this child is. But Lingshu, you I am the first disciple of Wufang, this time I can only win but not lose."
"Yes." Qi Lingshu replied.
The man patted Qi Lingshu's shoulder, "Your master is in the spirit of heaven and will definitely bless you."
Qi Lingshu's eyes were stagnant, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes.
He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and his voice struck like a jade, "This disciple will definitely live up to the high expectations of the master!"
On the second day, Qi Yin got up to fight just after 90 hours. Wufang is really not a place for people, and everyone got up earlier than chickens. Feng Huanshan didn't take the fight seriously at all, and still fell asleep in the room. He was the only one who was unlucky. He was the first in the line and had to get up early. Fu Lan accompanied him to get up early, and the two of them went to the sword-wiping platform together. Qi Yin was going to go up and walk through the scene, and then wait for Fu Lan to finish playing, and then go back to sleep.
As expected, there was no suspense in the matter. He was knocked out before his sword was drawn, and he ended the sword competition with a very ugly dog gnawing shit. Everyone retreated to a circular space, and he patted his butt as if nothing had happened and stood up. Someone around sneered and said, "Feng also produces a lot of waste, and he was defeated with one move."
"We'll have another one later, let's bet how many moves will he lose?"
"I bet two moves."
"I bet half way, haha!"
Qi Yin was used to losing face and losing face. Anyway, he and the sect were very thick-skinned and could not help losing face. It doesn't matter to Fu Lan, he doesn't even know what his face is. After squatting under the stage for a long time, it was finally Fu Lan's turn to play. Qi Yin urged: "It will be over after two moves, don't really fight."
Fu Lan nodded vigorously, and took the broken iron sword that Qi Yin gave him. He was playing against a little junior sister from Zhonggu Mountain, with big eyes and pink blush lips, looking very flattering. She obviously didn't expect her opponent to be so handsome, she blushed as soon as she came up, gave a bow with her sword in her hand, and murmured like a mosquito, "Xin Xiao has seen Senior Brother."
Fu Lan returned the salute and asked, "Do you have a godfather?"
Standing under the stage, Qi Yin suddenly had an ominous premonition.
The little junior sister didn't understand for a while, and asked, "What?... What godfather?"
"Dad who specializes in daughters." Fu Lan said.
As soon as these words came out, there was silence on and off the stage.
Qi Yin covered her face in pain, oh my god!
"You!" Little Junior Sister was so embarrassed that her eyes were red, "I have no grievances with you, how can you humiliate me like this!"
There was doubt written on Fu Lan's face, he obviously didn't understand when he humiliated her.
The little sister drew out her sword and shouted, "Stinky thief, look at the trick!"
In an instant, the sword light appeared, Fang Xinxiao danced the sword with one hand and choked the other hand, and the sword shadow lingered on the sword-wiping platform. Fu Lan's face was ignorant. She hadn't answered his question yet, so why did she start a fight
The sword moves suddenly changed! A sword light pierced through several illusory sword shadows and headed towards Fu Lan. However, Fu Lan stood there and didn't move, like a dumb white puppet.
"It's a waste again, this time I'm going to win again, remember to give the money." Someone laughed in the audience.
When the sword light was approaching and Fu Lan was three steps away, Fu Lan drew his sword.
The broken iron sword bought from the Changlefang blacksmith shop came out of its scabbard. The dim sword light poured out of the scabbard, Fu Lan took a step forward, Fang Xinxiao's sword could miss his face, and Fu Lan swung out a sword without blinking.
The sword shadow on the stage paused, and two people stood opposite each other in the cool breeze, like two reefs in the sea. Everyone was confused, not knowing who lost and who won. After a breath, blood dripped from the girl's waist. In front of everyone's eyes, the girl's face turned pale inch by inch, and finally her legs softened and she fell to the ground. Fu Lan turned her head and sheathed her sword. The snow-white blade had striking red on it.
Qi Yin was stunned.
In the silence, someone shouted in panic, "Killed!"
Someone roared: "As far as the sword is pointed, Feng Huanyunlan actually killed people in public!"
The sword-wiping platform immediately turned into a pot of porridge. Master Wu Fang took the medicine box and tried to push the crowd away to get treatment. Countless people climbed onto the sword-wiping platform and surrounded the unconscious girl on three floors and three floors. Fu Lan stood on the edge of the stage in a daze, figures were chaotic around him, accusations and anger rushed towards him like a tide, and he was at a loss. Suddenly someone held his hand, he turned his head and saw Qi Yin's worried face.
"Are you all right, brother?" Qi Yin asked him.
Fu Lan shook his head and asked with dry brows, "Did I get into trouble again?"
Qi Yin patted his head.
"I thought about two moves..." Fu Lan whispered, "but she lost with one move."
Qi Yin asked him to wait for a while, then got into the crowd and looked at it. After a while, she came back and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Let's go back and collect some medical bills, and come to the door to apologize another day."
Fu Lan lowered her head, looking gloomy.
Qi Yin took him back and said, "It's my fault, I didn't make it clear to you. Forget it, that's it, let's solve it properly." Turning his head, seeing that he was still frowning, Qi Yin said , "It doesn't matter, brother, don't worry, there is me."
When they went back to talk about the matter, everyone sighed that Fu Lan had nowhere to go except to break his sleeves. Everyone put the money together, and Qi Yin sent it to the small courtyard in Zhonggu Mountain, where he was beaten with a stick and came back. Later, Master Qingming smiled shyly, and Qi Yin led Fu Lan to plead guilty outside the Yuedong Gate. Standing there for an afternoon, Shengsheng stood as two snowmen and was forgiven. There was also news from Wufang Jietang, saying that Yun Lan insulted his classmates in public and did not know the seriousness of his actions. He was sentenced to be removed from the list and the punishment of cleaning up the three thousand snow steps.
Delisting from the list means that Fu Lan no longer has to compete with swords. Qi Yin didn't think he was worried, but thought he was happy. It's a bit of a headache to scan the 3,000th level. This is to scan the Wufang Mountain inside and out. Fu Lan was calm. Apart from killing, housework was his best job, so he didn't find it difficult to do.
In the evening, Fu Lan obediently took the broom and went out, and Qi Yin went to Ziji Tibetan Sutra Loubai to meet for reconciliation. Strictly speaking, the Ziji Sutra Building is a pagoda. The nine floors are open up and down. The walls are inlaid with bookshelves. Night pearls are inlaid on the wall, and there is a long line, scattered with faint fluorescent light. Qi Yin clicked his tongue, just knocking one out and selling it would be enough for him to support his brother and Cat Master for a lifetime.
The ladder can only reach the tenth shelf, and if you go up further, you will have to use the sword. Qi Yin looked at the huge bookshelf and sighed, it turned out that he couldn't cultivate swordsmanship, and he didn't even have the qualifications to read.
After walking for a long time without seeing anyone, Qi Yin casually picked out a book to read. The books here are very old, with yellowed pages and gray tops. Many books have strange characters that don't look like Chinese. There were several scrolls of ancient paintings piled up in the horns, and Qi Yin blew off the ashes, sat on the ground and turned them out to see. Looking at Zhang Zi on the corner, the painting is an elder from three generations ago of Wufang, and the paintings are all the scenery of Wufang Mountain - empty court snowfall, secret hall sky light, Ziji sunrise...
Qi Yin kept scrolling down, and the last picture was a mountain cliff. Below the cliff was a vast expanse of ice, sea and sky, and the clouds and sky were all dazed and snow-colored. There was a man in black standing on the cliff. The man was carrying a black sheathed horizontal saber, and his dark figure was like a lonely dead bamboo. This figure was very familiar, Qi Yin put the painting under the night pearl and looked carefully. The man looked down at the ice sea, with a white face and indifferent eyes. Qi Yin was startled and felt incredible, isn't this motherfucker Fu Lan