Following the provocative content, the temperature was cold, but the tone was not intense, several figures appeared outside the latticed gate of Lin Ling Pavilion. The first person, wearing a light gray shirt and wearing a high bun typical of the Chu people, has a thin face, sunken cheeks, and a pair of eyes staring directly at the main seat in the hall, the whole person seems to be gone The slanted sword is like a sword, with a bit of gloom in the sharpness.
This is Yue Xiuze, who is ranked fifth on the Langya Masters List, currently serving as the commander in front of the Great Chu Palace, and is famous for his swordsmanship against clouds.
Xie Yu stood up, with anger on his face, and said sternly: "Master Yue, this is my private house, you are trespassing, you are so rude and arrogant, why do you see me as Xie Yu? Is it in Da Chu? Can't you learn a little etiquette in the imperial court?"
"Wronged and wronged," Xie Yu said before Yu Wenxuan flashed behind Yue Xiuze, folded his hands and grinned, "Yue Xiuze resigned from the court half a month ago, and now he is a man in white clothes, and Lord Xie has something for him. Why are you dissatisfied, just settle it, but don't bring it up to the court of our Great Chu."
Xie Yu's breath was slightly stagnant, he endured it, turned his icy gaze to Yu Wenxuan, and said coldly: "Then His Royal Highness King Ling is someone from the court of Great Chu, is it against common sense for you to rush in like this?"
"I didn't rush in," Yu Wenxuan's eyes widened in surprise, his expression exaggerated, "First of all, let me make it clear that we are not going together with Yue Xiuze, I came because I heard that today is Young Master Xiao's birthday, and I was thinking about what to do. I am also an acquaintance, so I prepared a small gift to celebrate my birthday, and by the way, I also please Mr. Xie. When I walked in, I only saw the servants of your house constantly blocking Yue Xiuze, and no one came to stop us, how do I know Can't come in? If you don't believe me, you can ask your servant in person."
His nonsense, sophistication and clever arguments, actually blocked Xie Yu to the point of being speechless. If you want to share the evidence, the other party just came in and didn't do anything, not to mention the banner of wishing his son's birthday, if he just rudely drove out the envoy of the marriage mission, a big Chu royal family, it would be a shame to show himself. It was too demeaning, so he had to swallow his breath, turned his energy back to Yue Xiuze, and said, "I don't welcome guests like Brother Yue in this mansion. , otherwise... don't blame Ben Hou for not giving face."
At this time, the hall was very quiet, and his tone was not low. Yue Xiuze should have heard his words very clearly, but looking at his flat expression, it was as if he hadn't heard it. Locked on Zhuo Dingfeng's face, he said in the same indifferent voice as before: "Challenging in person is the rule of the rivers and lakes. For this reason, I deliberately resigned from the court. If Brother Zhuo wants to shirk it, he will answer it himself. Being under the wing of others like this is really not the brother Zhuo that I know, is it possible that after brother Zhuo and Lord Xie became relatives, they are no longer from Jianghu?"
Zhuo Dingfeng jumped between his brows, his long beard floated freely under his chin, he pressed his right hand on the table, and just as he stood up straight, Xie Yu pressed his shoulder.
In fact, Jianghu challenge has always been a common way of martial arts competition and communication. Fighting with hatred and resentment is two different things. Both sides are generally very cautious. Serious injury, this kind of behavior has always been shamed and resisted by people, especially for masters like Yue Xiuze and Zhuo Dingfeng, it is not necessary to hurt people to decide the winner. Therefore, except for the occasion, it is not very dangerous for Zhuo Dingfeng to accept this challenge. At most, he loses, which leads to damage to his reputation and ranking. However, if he is a Jianghu native, he refuses to accept the opponent's door. Challenge, that reputation will only be damaged more.
Therefore, most of the people present at this time did not quite understand why Xie Yu had to forcibly stop him. Could it be because the way Yue Xiuze came in was not polite
Feeling the confused gazes condensed on his body, this Ning Guohou is now at a loss for words. To be honest, Yue Xiuze's habit of being addicted to martial arts and his habit of looking for someone to challenge is well known in the world. As for his intrusion, he actually laughed it off as the most noble way to deal with the noble family, but unfortunately he doesn't have the capital to show this kind of bearing now.
Because Xia Dong and Meng Zhi are here. Because Yue Xiuze is a master.
Just now Xia Dong suddenly attacked and shot at Zhuo Dingfeng, the purpose was to observe whether his sword edge and sword qi matched the wound on the body of the prisoner who was killed on New Year's Eve. Xie Yu had anticipated this in advance, so Zhuo Dingfeng made adequate preparations. In addition, they were sure that Xia Dong was just a test, and they always had to keep a few points in the shot, so they had a relaxed attitude when taking the move, and changed it deliberately. His sword stance was not discovered by the female hanging mirror.
But Yue Xiuze was not so easy to pass up. First, he had fought against Zhuo Dingfeng before, and he was familiar with his swordsmanship. Second, he was here to challenge after all. Even if he didn't hurt anyone, he would definitely attack fiercely. There is a saying that there is a difference between masters, and this battle is different from dealing with Xia Dong's temptation. If you want to deliberately hide your strength or change the subtleties of the sword, it is not only whether you will lose ugly. the problem, but maybe not at all...
But if Zhuo Dingfeng is allowed to compete with Yue Xiuze with real martial arts, then even if Xia Dong is lucky not to see it, Meng Zhi, the first master of the beam, can't hide his eyes. And the designated investigator of the murder case of the internal prisoner was, at least on the surface, the commander of the forbidden army.
There was a thin layer of cold sweat on Xie Yu's forehead, and he began to regret that he had not sent the Zhuo family and his son out of the capital earlier. But then again, who would have guessed that a Yue Xiuze would come over from Great Chu, and by chance, he would find someone to challenge Zhuo Dingfeng when Xia Dong and Mengzhi were all present
"Brother Yue, tonight is my son's birthday, can we make another appointment at another time?" Zhuo Dingfeng asked warmly.
"No."
"Why is this?"
"I only have half a year to resign from the dynasty, and I can freely look for opponents everywhere."
"How about tomorrow? You're not in such a hurry, are you?"
"Tomorrow..." An incomprehensible sadness flashed in Yue Xiuze's eyes, "There are so many dreams in the night, who knows what will happen tonight? Who knows if there will be another tomorrow? Since we met, why not stop? It's not a murderous thing to try. , is it possible that you also rushed to your son's birthday banquet?"
"Brother Yue, do you have to stop here and now?"
"good."
"Presumptuous!" Xie Yu gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Tonight is the birthday party for children, the guests are like clouds, how can you be allowed to make trouble here! Come on, blast me out!"
Yue Xiuze's expression was the same as usual, but he still said lightly: "Brother Zhuo, whether I'm here to challenge or make a scene, you know best. Give me an answer."
At this time, dozens of armored warriors poured in and surrounded Yue Xiuze in a half-fan shape. The tip of his spear was like snow. Seeing that he was about to launch an offensive, Zhuo Dingfeng suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
Xie Yu's brows trembled, and the hand on Zhuo Dingfeng's shoulder suddenly increased, just as he was about to speak, the owner of the Tianquan Villa had put his sincere eyes on his face and whispered: "Thank you Forgive me, I... After all, I'm a Jianghu person... But don't worry, I will deal with this matter in full..."
The corners of Xie Yu's lips twitched, and he vaguely guessed something. He wanted to stop talking, but after thinking about it, he hardened his heart again. He slowly retracted his hand on Zhuo Dingfeng's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "Brother Zhuo has I have never interfered with any decision."
Zhuo Dingfeng smiled lightly, stood up calmly, stood face to face with Yue Xiuze, and said, "Please."
At this time, Gong Yu had already retreated to the corner with the piano in his arms. There was a large open space in the middle of the hall, which was like a natural martial arts field. The two masters who stared at each other, although their swords were not sheathed, the aura of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, the proud and confident eyes, was far from the previous day when their disciples were fighting against each other.
In order to show respect for this battle, except the eldest princess who was still sitting upright, everyone else stood up, and even Xie Qi stood up holding her bulging belly with the support of her husband.
Since Yu Wenxuan and others stood at the entrance of the hall, the hall door was open. A ray of night wind came cool at night, rolled up the red candle flame dance, and the indoor light and shadow shook. At the same time as the scorched candle wick crackled, the two swords slammed into the sky like lightning.
As the name suggests, Tianquan and Yiyunjian are both famous for their elegant and agile swordsmanship. Both of them have been inherited for nearly a hundred years. Maybe even one of them can be crushed, and other swordsmen are basically unmatched. Zhuo Dingfeng won the first battle with Yue Xiuze when he was twenty-seven years old, and won another battle when he was thirty-five years old. Judging from the record, he seemed to have the upper hand, but judging from his unusually dignified expression when he faced Ye Yunjian, no matter whether he won No matter how many times, this is still an opponent that he cannot take lightly.
The third battle between the two of them in the hall, swords and robes fluttered across the hall, nearly a hundred moves back and forth, but still had not reached the climax. From the perspective of the scene alone, it seemed that it was not as good-looking as the fight between Xiao Jingrui and Nian Nian that day.
But in fact, the weight of this battle is of course far from that of the previous battle. From the eyes of Xia Dong who was present in both battles, this fact can be clearly understood.
Her eyes were crystal clear, and she seemed to have been completely absorbed by this sword test, forgetting everything else that should be paid attention to. The angle, strength, and speed of each sword are all so subtle, and the technique of sword art is like the soul attached to the sword's edge, blending with every move that is swiped, and there is no sign of the young man making his move. Deliberate and jerky.
Of course, Zhuo Qingyao and Xiao Jingrui had a deeper understanding of this. They both stood in the brightest place of candlelight, staring at every light and shadow in the arena without changing their eyes. Only the collision of masters and masters can bring out the brightest sparks. Watching this battle should be more beneficial than they have been taught for a year.
However, unlike most of the people who watched the battle with all their hearts and minds, there were three other people in the hall who seemed to have no interest in this competition. Princess Liyang closed her eyes and rested against the armrest of the short couch. Her expression was in stark contrast to Xie Yu and Mrs. Zhuo, who were nervous and dignified next to her. Mei Changsu was looking at the arena, but judging from his unfocused gaze and somewhat dazed expression, it was obvious that he was just looking at the situation, thinking of something else in his mind. Gong Yu in the corner was peaceful and peaceful, holding the qin in her arms, carefully looking at the texture of the wood, her long flowing hair hanging down on both sides of her pink cheeks, and her eyelashes did not even raise a glance toward the field.
The three of them are all waiting, waiting for the moment when this fight is over, because Princess Liyang is indifferent, and the other two are because they know the real climax is yet to come...
Meng Zhi's fingers on the desk beside him suddenly tightened and clenched into a fist. Alarmed by his actions, Mei Changsu calmed down slightly and looked towards the field. The two sides of the fighting are still evenly breathing, and it seems to be the same as when they first started, but the real masters have already seen that the moment of decisive victory has come.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or a coincidence, the last move for the two of them to win was actually the same as the last move that Xiao Nian and the two of them competed against the day before.
The Tianquan Sword turned the rain clouds, the water mist spread out, and the light and shadow were as thin as a cow's hair, seemingly pervasive. Yue Xiuze held the sword in both hands and swung the sword wind, but what appeared was not the light net of his female apprentice, but a wall of light.
The fine needle penetrated the wall, but it was not impermeable, as if the velvety spring rain had penetrated into the soil, only moistening the surface. A smile flashed in Yue Xiuze's eyes, but the smile just started, and then suddenly turned to Ling Lie. The opponent's sword tip didn't rest, and it stopped strongly, and a piece of water mist instantly condensed into a water arrow, breaking through when the wall of light seemed to be hidden. Yue Xiuze turned his waist sideways to avoid the arrow of light, but the shirt on his chest had been cut with a long mouth by the sword's edge. The people of Da Chu were breathing in the air without any confusion, and the hilt of the sword had turned into a counter-grip strike between the fingers, blocking the opponent's horizontal attack.
However, he already knew in his heart that although he had resolved Zhuo Dingfeng's backhand in time, the slightest defeat was already defeated after all. The next round is just to freeze the defeat to the level of a millimeter, and not to expand it.
A smile appeared on Zhuo Dingfeng's face at this time. However, in his smile, there was more embarrassment and more determination.
The sword that was slashed in the past was stabilized by Yue Xiuze, and the battle was over as long as he jumped out of the way when he challenged the opponent's sliding sword.
All those who watched the game seriously had foreseen this result at this moment, and all relaxed their bodies. Only Xie Yu's eyes were still staring at the arena, as cold as a pool of cold water penetrating his heart.
Mei Changsu let out a long sigh. At the end of his sigh, Yue Xiuze slid his sword up, and the sword's edge cut into Zhuo Dingfeng's wrist that should have been withdrawn.
"father!"
"master!"
The exclamations of the wives and children were everywhere, Xiao Jingrui and Zhuo Qingyao both rushed forward, supported Zhuo Dingfeng's body, and at the same time cast an angry gaze at Yue Xiuze: "This is just a test, how are you... "
Yue Xiuze seemed to be no less shocked than the two of them, glaring at Zhuo Dingfeng and said, "Brother Zhuo, you, you..."
"It's none of my brother Yue's business..." Zhuo Dingfeng tried his best to control his voice, "I was a little distracted at the last time just now..."
Neither Xiao Jingrui nor Zhuo Qingyao were laymen. They were just anxious just now. In fact, they knew in their hearts that this was not Yue Xiuze's responsibility. It's just that Xiao Jingrui was very confused in his horror, but Zhuo Qingyao was a little bit clear in his heart.
"Quick, please come here!" Xie Yu hurriedly ordered, and then quickly stepped down and held Zhuo Dingfeng's wrist to check in person. Seeing that the wrist tendon had been severely injured, the possibility of recovery was slim, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.
"This is just a trauma, you don't need to call a doctor, just ask Qingyao to use Jinchuang medicine to bandage it." Zhuo Dingfeng deliberately did not look at Xie Yu's face, and said in a low voice.
Xia Dong and Meng Zhi have been staring at the chaos, and only then did they look at each other.
Although I have seen everything that should be seen, but Zhuo Dingfeng's injury, everything disappeared again, and the only real connection between Xie Yu and the murder case of the internal prisoner was completely ended.
However, Zhuo Dingfeng was unwilling to avoid the battle and damaged the strength of the rivers and lakes, and secondly, he did not want to be caught and implicated Xie Yu, so no matter whether he did it right or not, the arrogance of this brave man alone is truly amazing. It's a pity that Zhuo Qingyao's skills are still shallow, and there are probably many years left on the Langya master list, and the name of Tianquan Sword can no longer be seen.
"I lost this battle." Yue Xiuze looked at Zhuo Dingfeng's pale complexion, and said calmly, "I am one of the cloud-restraining factions, and I will wait for the challenge of Tianquan's descendants in the future." After saying that, he patted his chest.
"Thank you, Brother Yue." Zhuo Dingfeng couldn't hold his fists because his wrist was being bandaged, so he had to bow in return, and then turned to Xie Yu and said, "I did tell Brother Yue that I would teach you anytime, anywhere, so tonight he entered. Don't blame the government for offending Brother Xie."
Xie Yu smiled and said: "Where are you talking? There are rules in the rivers and lakes. I still understand this. I won't embarrass Brother Yue. Don't worry, how about taking a rest later?"
Although Zhuo Ding's wind injury was not serious, but his heart was seriously hurt, he also wanted to go back to his room and calm down. He nodded immediately, and with the support of his two sons, he was turning around and walking, when suddenly a voice said loudly, "Please wait a minute. Wait!"