As soon as Tang Zhuo heard the voice, his legs almost went numb, and he turned his head and wanted to run. But the young man made his move faster than he pulled his leg. With a playful hook on the corner of his lips, one flew to Tang Zhuo's back, pinched his neck, and said at the end: "Yo, isn't this Xiao Tang? See me running. What, are you afraid of being eaten by me?"
I saw that this young man was about fifteen years old, with a pair of slightly frivolous Danfeng eyes, very beautiful. With red lips and white teeth, his appearance was three-pointed feminine, wearing a gray light shirt, with a silver bell and a spirit sword on his waist, named "Burying Soul". Tang Zhuo grabbed his arms vigorously with both hands, twisted and twisted, and called out flatteringly, "Fu, Senior Fu, please let me go, I'm about to be strangled to death by you!!"
Although Fu Naichuan was three years older than Tang Zhuo, he was still like an eleven- or twelve-year-old child. He restrained him and refused to let it go, as if he had finally found a toy that he had thrown himself into the net, and rubbed his head twice. , said: "Young Master Tang, tell me, should you be punished for disturbing others to sleep?"
Tang Zhuo knew that he just wanted to play tricks on himself, and deliberately shouted: "Brother Chuanchuan!"
Fu Naichuan suppressed his smile, knocked on his forehead, and said, "I told you not to call me Chuan Chuan, you kid is mad at me on purpose!"
Tang Zhuo was indeed mad at him on purpose. When Tang Zhuo was younger, this Fu Naichuan always liked to tease him and tell him ghost stories, which scared Tang Zhuo to sleep for several days. For some reason, Fu Naichuan hated being called "Chuanchuan" by others, saying it was a girlishness? Or to keep other people at a distance from him
Suddenly, the group of teenagers was chased by the group of big white geese and ran by. Fu Naichuan flew down with Tang Zhuo in between, blocking the crowd of geese. The teenagers were frightened by this sudden person for a moment, and they continued to run wildly in a different way. The geese also fluttered their wings and chased after them, as if they were determined to drive the teenagers out of the gate of Huanlingxi. Fu Naichuan said from behind: "What are you running for?! It's like I've seen a ghost, and I won't eat you!" As the boys ran, they said, "Mom, the ghost is here!!!"
Fu Naichuan: "..."
Finally, the group of teenagers were chased by the geese and ran over in front of them, then rushed towards Fu Naichuan and Tang Zhuo, saying, "Help!!!"
But Fu Naichuan didn't dodge, the buried soul automatically unsheathed, and broke a scream in the air. The group of big white geese were shocked by this innocuous blow. As if they were going to move forward, Fu Naichuan stretched out his hand and blew out. With a few spiritual powers, the dust on the ground exploded, and the group of geese slowly gathered their arrogance, folded their wings and swayed around the young people as if nothing had happened, and threw their contempt at them who were shivering before leaving. glance.
Before the youths could wipe off their sweat, they heard the burial of the soul being sheathed, and Fu Naichuan put his arm around Tang Zhuo's neck, who was being "held" by him, and said to the youths leisurely, "Tell me, in broad daylight. Loud noise and disturbing my sweet dreams, what should I do?"
All the teenagers stared blankly. Everyone knows that this Fu Naichuan is notorious for playing tricks. If he throws something at you, he must not answer it without thinking, and he will fall into his trap unknowingly. The youngsters were well aware of his temperament, and no one dared to speak for a moment. Fu Naichuan raised his eyebrows, sighed, and said, "Oh, I knew that you dared to cause trouble and did not dare to deal with it. Since you don't say it, Then it's up to me. I propose! Everyone present, starting today, take turns running errands for me, because you don't like running and exercising very much? Who should start first? Let's start with Tang Zhuo! "
Tang Zhuo's face turned pale with fright, and frantically twisted: "What??!! Why is it me???!"
Fu Naichuan patted his head and said, "Because I only know you among so many people, hee hee." Fu Naichuan continued to hold Tang Zhuo with one arm, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly crossed the crowd. With a thoughtful smile, he said, "However, this is someone else's territory. I, an outsider, can't be the master. How to deal with it should be told by others."
Sure enough, a crisp sound of jade pendant and footsteps gradually sounded. Everyone turned their heads in unison, their eyes lit up, and they all shouted with joy, "Brother Lu An!"
From the corridors of the white houses behind him, a young man in white clothes of about 16 years old turned out, with a crane embroidered on his clothes, his wings spread high, flying on the edge of the clouds, and his clothes were slightly fluttering as he walked. Fly, and the quality is not low. Also see the jade pendant around the waist is shiny and lustrous, chirping with each step, crisp and tinkling like a stream, and magically transformed like the wind. Soft eyebrows, gentle temperament. I was walking down the stairs and came here.
When everyone saw him as if he was saved, people came and approached. Seeing this scene, they were slightly surprised: "Master Fu, you are..."
Fu Naichuan smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "Eldest Young Master Lin came just right, these boys knew that I was on a lunch break, but they all jumped up and down nearby like monkeys, chattering and making my head hurt, I didn't catch it, You teach me a good lesson."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Zhuo suddenly twisted and shouted aggrieved from under his arm: "I don't know we don't know!! It's wrong!! Brother Lu An, save me!!"
Lin Lu'an said to Fu Naichuan, "Mr. Fu, it's not unusual for children to be playful. If you accidentally quarrel with you, ask them to apologize to you. Don't—"
Before he could finish speaking, Tang Zhuo finally broke free and hurried away. Fu Naichuan had buried his soul in hand, smiled at Lin Luan, and said, "Eldest Young Master Lin is right, but I don't usually like to talk about reasoning—see the trick!"
Seeing that Fu Naichuan actually moved his hand first, it was obvious that he wanted to fight Lin Luan one-on-one. Tang Zhuo was caught by Shi Jin, and a group of teenagers flew in Huanlingxi, and two sword lights exploded behind them, and they were gradually pulled away. Shi Jin said to Tang Zhuo, "You are so lucky today, but you were bumped into by that Fu Naichuan! It's really gratifying that you didn't really suffer his murderous hands!"
Tang Zhuo said to him: "You still have the face to 'congratulate me'?? Why didn't you save me when he grabbed me just now?! Forget it, you are no longer my good sister from today! "
The two came to a crowded place while fighting each other. Tang Zhuo's eyes lit up and said, "Has the ring match started?!"
The ring competition, as the name suggests, is a fight between the two, the winner is the leader, and then they take turns to fight against the leader, and the winner is the leader, and so on. The ring competition is generally only regarded as a game in the Xuanmen banquet. Only the juniors of each family are allowed to come on stage to show the new style of each family. However, although the purpose of the game is to test the ability of each family to a certain extent, so , the people who came to the stage were definitely not in the mentality of laughing and playing.
When Tang Zhuo and Shi Jin arrived, the ring match had already started. After a few games, Tang Zhuo asked the people around him worriedly, knowing that the first few games were nothing to watch, and he didn't miss the wonderful place. Just let go. At this time, two new faces came on the stage, the spirit swords fought each other, and the spirit light splashed everywhere. Tang Zhuo watched, silently lowered his head and looked at his saber "light-storing", his hand clenched unconsciously.
Each spirit sword will get a name after it is forged by the swordsmith, and the spirit sword will choose the most suitable owner. Therefore, there is a saying in Xuanmen that every disciple is born with only half a soul, and the spirit sword will It is the other half of his soul. Only with the spirit sword, the human and the sword are one, and as a disciple of Xuanmen, it is complete. Everyone used a wooden sword when they started practicing swordsmanship when they were young, and later they used an ordinary iron sword. They could not have their own spirit swords until they were twelve years old. But Tang Zhuo, unlike others, was chosen by the spirit sword. His spirit sword was directly gifted to him by his father.
Tang Zhuo had always thought at this time that he would be given the spirit sword personally because he was special, but he couldn't use this spirit sword no matter what, even if he negotiated with others to borrow someone else's spirit sword for use, in His hands were like scrap metal. Tang Zhuo thought that his cultivation was not enough, and was very sad. It was not until four years later that he realized that he was rejected by Lingjian because of his fierceness.
Because of being rejected by the Spirit Sword, he had always thought that he was a waste during the four years of his youth.
And because he believes that he is a waste, he has always envied people with good swordsmanship at this time.
At this time, Shi Jin suddenly stabbed Tang Zhuo twice with his arm. Tang Zhuo came back to his senses, Shi Jin winked at him, Tang Zhuo looked over and saw Xuan Zikang's expression of anger and grief and the comforting Xuan Zilin standing opposite the ring, quite funny. At this time, Xuan Zikang looked up and saw Tang Zhuo and Shi Jin, the expression on his face changed again, and he walked away stiffly with a cold face.
Shi Jin finally couldn't hold back his laughter, patted Tang Zhuo and said, "Hahahahaha!!! Did you see the cold expression of Xuan Zikang who didn't want to care about us just now?! It's too similar to Xuan Ziyuan, right? !!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
Speaking of Xuan Ziyuan, Xuan Ziyuan really appeared immediately.
Tang Zhuo hurriedly drilled forward again, and almost slammed the whole person on the edge of the ring.
I saw that Xuan Ziyuan still walked onto the stage with a blank expression, and the cloak moved with the breeze, adding a little more elegance. Tang Zhuo read a trace of reluctance from his cold, unimaginative expression. It seemed that Xuan Ziyuan really didn't want to come to power, but he was forced to come up by his own family.
Against him is the winner of the previous match, the temporary champion of this match. I saw him dressed in black with a very serious expression. The two bowed relative to each other to show etiquette, not much nonsense, and this began.
Xuan Ziyuan's swordsmanship is superb. Although the black-clothed boy has amazing perseverance and mentality, even if he misses repeated attacks, he is not discouraged, but after a long time, he is gradually lost. Xuan Ziyuan has wanted to end this competition for a long time, and the offensive is getting more and more ruthless and accurate. Everywhere the sword has passed, it is extremely stern, and the sword is swift and incoherent. Quick decision, the black-clothed young man couldn't hold it any longer. Tang Zhuo was so excited that he couldn't help shouting under the ring, "Ziyuan!!!"
With this cry, Xuan Ziyuan seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, and the sword that attacked was condensed. The black-clothed youth seized the space, bent down gracefully, and swept out a little with his feet, and landed gently behind Xuan Ziyuan. Xuan Ziyuan turned around, and when he raised his sword again, he glanced at Tang Zhuo. Tang Zhuo felt extremely guilty at this glance, and covered his mouth to force himself to stop talking. I don't know if it was an illusion, Tang Zhuo always felt that Xuan Ziyuan seemed to be very nervous next, and finally sold a flaw on purpose and subtly "lost". The black-clothed boy also saw that Xuan Ziyuan was not interested in fighting, and just wanted to hurry up. Withdrew, and said no more.
Seeing Xuan Ziyuan leave, Tang Zhuo quickly got out.
Xuan Ziyuan was walking well alone, but Tang Zhuo suddenly jumped out from behind him and called out, "Senior!!!" Xuan Ziyuan turned around and said, "It's you again."
Tang Zhuo giggled at him, leaned over with his hands behind his back, tilted his head and said, "Have you eaten the biggest persimmon I gave you? How does it taste?"
Seeing him approaching, Xuan Ziyuan raised his hand and slapped his forehead, expressionlessly said, "Throw it away."
Tang Zhuo's eyes widened: "...Throw it away???!!!"
"..." Xuan Ziyuan nodded. Tang Zhuo said: "That is such a big delicious persimmon! I gave it to you on purpose, how can you throw it away!! It's better to eat it for me if you throw it away!!"
"..." Xuan Ziyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't like sweet food."
Tang Zhuo felt as if he had heard this sentence a long time ago. Xuan Ziyuan stopped talking and left. Tang Zhuo lowered his head in despair, and swayed back with his arms drooping like a wandering soul. At this time, Fu Naichuan had already defeated several opponents all the way, and turned his sword in the arena very leisurely.
His next opponent is Lin Luan.
Lin Lu'an has never liked to be competitive and attractive, but this time he held a banquet at his own house. As the eldest son of the clan, he was ordered to watch the battle from the sidelines, but who knew that after defeating several opponents in a row, Fu Naichuan pointed at him. called him up. Out of etiquette, Lin Luan was inconvenient to refuse.
Fu Naichuan hugged his sword and said, "I met Young Master Lin again, and I always wanted to have a formal discussion with you, but you always see the dragon but you don't see the end, you just can't find your shadow everywhere, so I finally caught you. Who knows that you are unwilling to confront it head-on, it really gives me a headache."
Lin Luan just kept smiling politely. After a gong sounded, the battle officially began.
The front of the ring has been surrounded by water. Tang Zhuo was so small that he could only stand on tiptoe on the thick tree roots from a distance. It is not without reason that everyone is so looking forward to this confrontation, because the three masters of swordsmanship have two masters at this time.
The Three Masters of Swordsmanship of Xuanmen, as the name suggests, are the three juniors with the best swordsmanship among the hundred schools of Xuanmen. In order of age, they are Lin Luan of the Lin family, Fu Naichuan of the Fu family, and Xuan Ziyuan of the Xuan family.
At this time, on the stage, Fu Naichuan was the first to use his sword. I saw that he used his sword in a strange way, without any rules, doing whatever he wanted, hitting wherever he thought of, and sometimes he was wrapped around the opponent's sword like a mangy snake, and his ghosts lingered, which really showed his rogue temperament. Lin Luan's swordsmanship is very well-behaved, but he surprises people every step of the way. When he's conservative, he can't pick out flaws. When he's attacking, he specializes in unexpected weaknesses. But the orthodoxy returns to the orthodox, and when he meets Fu Naichuan, the whole situation is like a hooligan molesting a good woman, and she is constantly resisted by the good woman. Applause from the audience. At this time, Fu Naichuan smiled slyly, and the buried soul turned beautifully in his hands, almost everyone was stunned.
I saw a flash of light from the spirit sword, and Fu Naichuan moved with a single step. The whole person was as dexterous as a snake. With a series of extremely beautiful moves, he poked out from Lin Luan's offensive!
The buried soul seems to have a soul, and it becomes one with its sword bearer. Lin Luan blocked with a backhand, and Soul Burial's contribution was so subtle that he didn't even block the Wind Sword, and was picked up by it. Someone in the audience shouted again and again: "What kind of swordsmanship is this? Why have I never seen it before!"
It was soon known that this was Fu Naichuan's own swordsmanship - "Moving Flowers and Asking Steps".
Lin Luan took a few steps back and said, "Young Master Fu is really amazing." Fu Naichuan said, "Where is it, Master Lin, don't rush to a conclusion first, after all, this game is not over yet!"
Tang Zhuo's eyes couldn't move away when the Sword of Comfort rose again.
Wei Feng is the Extreme Yang Sword. The Extreme Yang Sword is a treasure among spirit swords. It is rare to find one in 10,000. It is extremely rare, and it is naturally difficult for ordinary people to control it.
Just like people, swords have their own temperaments, and the more powerful the sword, the more obvious this characteristic is. Every sword is made by a swordsmith, who then gives each sword a name that can never be changed. Some swords have a bad temper. , One day, a guy stole it and tried to force it out. As a result, the Xuanhu Sword jumped like thunder, chasing and killing him all the way, scaring the man to shit. On the other hand, Wei Fengjian has a gentle and calm temperament, at least he didn't pursue murder like the guy in front of him. After the wind of comfort was created, it went all the way from the place where it was produced, but no one could make it unsheathed. Finally, it was transferred to Huanlingxi, where it was pulled out by Lin Luan, who was only thirteen years old at the time. As I said before, for every family in Xuanmen that uses swords, the sword is half of their own soul and their other self. The sword waits for the one he chooses, and the man also waits for the sword that chooses him. When swordmen meet, it's like looking at each other's other selves. This is also the "sword edge" that has been circulating in Xuanmen.
Today, the Lin family is the main one, and other families are the guests. At the end of the game, the two bowed to each other as a salute. Fu Naichuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lin for not slapping himself in the face. In terms of actual combat, I'm actually not as good as you."
Tang Zhuo desperately stood on tiptoe and pricked up his ears, trying his best to hear what the two were saying. At this time, someone shouted from a distance: "After a stick of incense, the dinner will begin. Please come in and take your seats!"
The crowd dispersed, and Tang Zhuo also jumped down from the roots.
Tang Zhuo was familiar with the road, bypassing the crowded crowd and taking a shortcut to the banquet hall. When he was about to run, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.
Just now when he asked Xuan Ziyuan himself, he said he threw the persimmon away. Tang Zhuo had always been unwilling in his heart, and wanted him to taste the persimmon. With a move in his heart, he turned and ran to the persimmon forest.
I just entered the forest, and I plan to find out if there are any persimmons on the ground that I missed when I left. At this time, I suddenly heard a faint chatter coming from the depths of the forest.
Tang Zhuo thought to himself, other than the group of them who came to steal persimmons, would anyone else come to this kind of place
The curiosity of the young man was aroused, Tang Zhuo immediately held his breath and tiptoed over. As the forest leaves thinned out, a tall white figure with his back turned to him appeared in front of him. Judging from the dress and figure, this person is a man, about thirty years old. There was also a person opposite him, but he was completely covered by trees and could not see anything.
The man in white spoke in a rigid and stern voice, and he was far away. Tang Zhuo couldn't hear it clearly, and only vaguely heard a few words: "run away" and "catch it back".
The conversation seemed to be over, and the man in white was about to turn around and leave. Tang Zhuo was startled, and subconsciously took two steps back, but although the voice was extremely small, the man in white had an amazing ear. He turned around suddenly, and saw him straight at a glance!
The voice was terrifying: "Who is it?!!!"
A gulp of blood rose to his throat. Tang Zhuo turned pale, turned and ran.