Su Xiu ascended the tower to comment on the world's swordsmen, and even the sword god Li Chungang taught grandfather swordsmanship here. If I, Zhang Yun, retreat today, then Jianyulou will really die! Zhang Tranquility, Zhang Zhiyuan, Zhang Danbo, Zhang Mingzhi, remember the four of you, after my death, people in Jianyu Tower can die, and plaques can be dropped, but the word Jianyu Tower is indispensable! Not to be humiliated! "
Zhang Yun pulled out the Huozhu sword and went to die generously. He said with a smile, "Before I die, I would like to thank senior for allowing me to draw the sword. For the disciple of senior, that young man named Li Huainian, I, Zhang Yun, will die soon. I also dare to say a few words from my heart. In fact, I have a good impression of Li Huainian, not because he is not outstanding, but because he has a very high-level view of swordsmanship, but because seeing this young man reminds me of my youth. I am high-spirited and willing to ignore the person I like. My original intention was to let him have a few more closed doors, just like the bleak experience I suffered when I was young, but then I don’t know why the little girl suddenly changed her mind. At that time, I still had some regrets. I didn't think about it, let alone think that Zhang Dachun would attack that young man."
Having said that, Zhang Yun turned his head, looked at the beautiful woman with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "You were not like this before."
The woman looked bewildered.
After the middle-aged man stopped holding his hands, he looked at the master of Jianyulou who was holding a sword in front of him, and said with a smile: "Go ahead, I have my own measure, and I will let you die when you exhaust your strength."
Xishu Jianyulou claims to have collected more than a thousand exquisite sword moves in the world, although in fact most of the sword moves are the moves of the masters and outstanding disciples of the sword tower in the past. Looking at the world, they are not considered outstanding, but only the foundation accumulated over hundreds of years , Some of the tricks at the bottom of the box are indeed the world's first-class swordsmanship, but it's a pity that Zhang Yun also knows that many sword moves are at the peak, but he doesn't know the true meaning. After all, there are too many masters of swordsmanship. There are even some contradictions between the two. After all, Zhang Yun has not reached the state of returning to nature. If he encounters gold ten thousand taels, he can only take away a few hundred catties with empty fists.
The middle-aged man held back with one hand and stretched out the other.
Zhang Yun's sword is magnificent, sometimes majestic like a sun rising from the east, sometimes soft and continuous like rain in the south of the Yangtze River, sometimes thick and dignified like heavy snow in midwinter, sometimes light and ethereal like a bird flying on a branch.
What's even more rare is that among all kinds of completely different sword intents, Zhang Yun's cohesion is meticulous, not abrupt and blunt.
You need to know that the first sentence of Jianyulou's family motto begins with a clear meaning: the sunrise in Kunlun, the bright moon in the sea, the water in the spring lake, the tide in Guangling, the haze in Chicheng, the snow in Liangliao, the yellow sand in the desert, all kinds of wonders, all of them contain the meaning of sword, and they are transformed into One, the end of kendo!
Just letting Zhang Yun hand out one sword after another, the middle-aged man flicked the tip of the fire candle lightly with his fingers every time, so every trembling sound meant that Zhang Yun's exquisite sword intent came to an abrupt end.
This absurd scene is like every time a romantic scholar recites a famous sentence from the ages, he is abruptly interrupted by a vulgar villager with the word fart.
In the square, the sword energy was like a rainbow.
Zhang Yun's one person and one sword were vague, but the middle-aged man stood still, understated, and flicked with two fingers.
Even the disciples of Jianyulou, who are laymen, know that the difference between the two is as different as cloud and mud.
Their master or ancestor, Xishu Jianyuloulou Zhuang Yun, is one of the top ten masters of the West Shu Road. Even Liu Yuewei, the chief worshiper of Chuntie Cottage, who is at the top of the list, would never dare to say that only by two It refers to Zhang Yun who is throwing his sword at the enemy, not to mention the premise that his body is as immobile as a mountain.
The birth of this middle-aged man not only shocked people with the legendary land fairy-like mysterious cultivation, but also opened up a lofty and magnificent martial art for many Jianyulou disciples who aspired to reach the top of the sword. picture scroll.
Everyone present was in a complicated mood. When Jian Yulou encountered such a life and death enemy, who would be able to turn the tide? It is doomed not to be able to avenge shame today, but will it really be possible in ten or twenty years
Just when Zhang Yun's sword power was weakening, and when the owner of Jianyu Tower knew that he would die, Zhang Yun didn't feel too much unwillingness, but felt that after fully displaying what he had learned all his life, it was still just a flick of this person's two fingers For the matter, he felt a little ashamed of his ancestors, and he couldn't get it after all the hard work, but he had no regrets when his sword heart reached the realm of clarity and emptiness in a trance at this moment.
"Master, don't kill people, killing people is against the law!"
Suddenly, an anxious voice sounded in the distance, and the familiar voice fell on the ears of Jianyu Building disciples, who used to only think it was ridiculous and disgusting, but now it is no different from the sound of nature.
As for the content of that speech, no one found it funny anymore.
The middle-aged man flicked Zhang Yun's sword away with two fingers, forcing him to retreat dozens of steps away. He turned his head and smiled angrily at the apprentice who rushed over, "When is it not illegal to kill someone?"
The young man ran to his side and said in a low voice: "If you break the law or not, let's not talk about it, but you killed people under the eyes of so many people. It's not good to hear it. Loss of prestige!"
The old concierge who ran all over the street looking for the young man didn't know that he had saved Jian Yulou's life.
The middle-aged man said helplessly: "When did I care about reputation?"
The young man said confidently: "As an apprentice, I care! I care a lot!"
The middle-aged man laughed it off.
The sweaty Zhang Yun put his sword back into its sheath, clasped his fists with both hands, and smiled sincerely and happily. He bowed to the end, "The younger generation already knows the identity of the senior. Jianyulou was removed from Xishu because of the senior. Zhang Yun has no regrets in this life! Jianyulou is also the same. No regrets!"
As soon as this remark came out, all the Jianyu towers below Zhang Yun that worship Keqing and the disciples in the sect were all horrified.
In Jianghu, personal reputation is extremely important to all Baidao figures, and when it comes to the reputation of the sect they belong to, it is even more important.
Zhang Yun's shocking statement, the implication is that this ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him is to the world of swordsmanship, just like the head of the Wu family holding a sword mound and speaking of flying swords, like Chai Qingshan representing Dongyue Jianchi talks about casting swords.
Otherwise, no matter how high this person is in martial arts, no matter how much this person regards all living beings as ants, Zhang Yun, who has the intention of dying for the sword, will not take the initiative to say this sentence.
The middle-aged man didn't have any strange expressions on his face, and accepted it calmly, or to be precise, he ignored it completely.
The woman who was previously pushed away by Yizhou Biejiadi was now nestled in her mother's arms, very pitiful. After seeing the foreign knight-errant who the two of them had sworn eachother in private, her timid face was full of excitement. Looking a little natural, charming and lovable, she took a few steps forward, staring affectionately at the young man who was abandoned by herself after her mother poured the ecstasy soup, and said softly: "Missing, I was wrong , can you forgive me? Actually, I have never forgotten you, but at home... "
Li Huainian turned his head to look at the girl whom he asked her to stay in the distance, she was holding the bamboo flower basket, looking forward to it.
The apricot blossoms in the basket have been sold out, and there are still three or two branches of peach blossoms.
He turned his head with a smile, suppressed his smile, glanced at the woman in Jianyulou, and did not speak.
The middle-aged man asked: "Have you finally given up?"
The young man hummed and nodded vigorously.
The young man seemed to have noticed something, and asked with surprise on his face: "Master, you didn't trick me to come here on purpose, did you?"
The middle-aged man was indifferent.
The young man walked up to him, and said in a depressed voice, "Master, I didn't think you were crooked before. If you were so old and cunning, your name in the world would have surpassed Wang Xianzhi and Cao Changqing, let alone Xu Fengnian."
The middle-aged man lazily said: "It's your business. Master himself still has some trivial matters. There is a Yizhou lieutenant general who is going to kill him, but no matter how bad he is at running, he can't compare to that guy surnamed Xie."
Then he glanced at Zhang Yun, who was respectful and respectful as if he saw the reincarnation of his ancestors, hesitated for a while, and said: "Sword practitioners, don't emphasize victory and defeat over life and death. Dead people can't lift a three-foot sword. Well, the last few words In other words, your Zhang Yun’s swordsmanship is passable, but your sword intent is not bad. Anyway, let me know one thing. After Su Xiuhuang and Zhentu, there are still swords in Xishu. So let’s continue to open the Jianyu Building, but Today's matter is within the gate of your Jianyu Building, if the grievances and grievances are involved outside the gate in the future, next time I go to the gate, it will not be so easy to talk about."
Zhang Yun seemed to be relieved, and he was even more grateful. Once again, he bent down with his fists clasped, in an unusually grand manner.
The master and apprentice turned around and left.
"Master, the last few words of yours... are really like a master. Did you learn it from whom did you go on a long trip last time?"
"..."
"Master, if you have conflicts with others in the future, follow this routine in how you speak, it's right!"
"..."
"Master, our teachers and apprentices settle accounts clearly. You can't just pat your ass and leave just because you put on the airs of a master. You can't ignore my future livelihood in Yizhou City. I'm going to live here for a long time. ... Ah Cao and his family are all poor people, and my swordsmanship is not good. You just asked me to live a stable life yesterday. I don’t want you to pay for money, dowry, but don’t leave me and Ah Cao in a mess..."
"Shut up!"
"You take care of that stubborn donkey yourself!"
"Haha, the sun is pretty good today."
Watching the pair of master and apprentice drift away after meeting the flower girl.
Zhang Yun had mixed feelings.
Wang Xuanlin, the eldest disciple of Jianyu Building, who was once praised by Xie Lingzhen of the Chuntie Cottage as "a late bloomer in twenty years", came to the master and asked cautiously: "Master, is this senior also a swordsman?"
Zhang Yun didn't answer the big disciple's question. He stared in the direction of the gate in a daze. After a long time, he smiled and asked: "You guys had a lively discussion at the end of last year. We must find a good day to hang the portrait of Peach Blossom Sword God On the top floor, if my teacher remembers correctly, at that time you insisted on hanging the portrait of this sword fairy between Lu Zu and Li Chungang, have you chosen a date?"
Wang Xuanlin asked curiously: "But doesn't our Jianyu Tower have the unshakable ancestor's rules, and the portraits are only allowed to be hung in our building after the death of those unparalleled masters of swordsmanship?"
Zhang Yun said to himself: "Because of his parting words 'There is still a sword in Xishu', even if I was scolded by my ancestors as an unworthy descendant, I still want to hang his portrait. So what if the in-law's Peach Blossom Sword God makes an exception?"
Wang Xuanlin was dumbfounded.
Suddenly, Zhang Yun said in a deep voice: "Jianyulou disciples, all draw their swords out of their sheaths! Stand up and hold the Tai'a style!"
Finally, Zhang Yun looked at the gate and said loudly: "Three hundred and twenty-four people from Jianyu Building in Xishu send off the Peach Blossom Sword God with the three-foot sword in their hands!"
Dazed, the woman murmured: "Peach Blossom Sword God, Tai Ah Deng, so you are Tai Ah Deng..."
The young woman had tears of remorse all over her face, "Why, why are you his apprentice..."
Outside the gate of Jianyu Tower, the innocent flower seller tugged at Li Huainian's sleeve, and asked strangely, "Who is the Peach Blossom Sword God they are talking about?"
Li Huainian suppressed a smile and curled his lips.
The girl looked at Uncle Deng who was walking in front of them, the middle-aged uncle who led the donkey into the yard together yesterday, and smiled happily, "Brother Li, this name... sounds amazing, I have heard some storytellers Mr. Deng's drama and the title of those heroes seem to be inferior to Uncle Deng."
Deng Tai'a turned around and picked up a peach blossom from the girl's basket, and said with a smile: "How powerful do you think a guy whose apprentice has been beaten and lying on the bed for two or three months can be? So, this peach blossom sword god just listens It’s just amazing.”
The girl glanced at the young man with a smile on her lips.
The young man became angry from embarrassment: "One penny costs one penny!"
The middle-aged uncle cheated: "I have no money, I owe it."
The girl suddenly blushed, "Uncle Deng, I..."
The middle-aged man seemed to have guessed what the girl was thinking, smiled and shook his head at her, then picked up the peach blossom in his mouth, put his hands on the back of his head, turned around and said softly: "My apprentice Deng Tai'er has married The best woman in the world."
The young girl was shy, but after Uncle Deng said this, the uneasiness in her heart, which had never dared to expect to become husband and wife with Brother Li, was much less.
She thought again, such an unassuming Peach Blossom Sword God, such an elder who is easy to talk to, shouldn't be the kind of famous Jianghu hero, right
The girl suddenly felt that she felt so sorry for Brother Li and Uncle Deng, and stuck out her tongue quietly.
In the spring of this year, as Li Huainian's master, Deng Tai'a's father and mother, Ah Cao, who can be regarded as half in-laws, worked as a helper shop assistant in their shop, greeted them, and saved less than ten taels of silver. , before leaving Yizhou in Western Shu for the Beiliang Pass, he had the audacity to borrow twenty taels of silver from his apprentice on credit, and used the money to buy an ordinary iron sword.
On the way to Liang, Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God, walked with a sword hanging from his waist for the first time in his life since he drew his first sword from the sword mound when he was young.
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At the end of the second year of Xiangfu, Guniugang, Huishan.
Daxueping heavy snow.
In the twilight, a woman in purple walked out of the Qiyue Building, which had become a holy place for martial arts, by herself. Holding an ordinary oil-paper umbrella with a bamboo handle, she walked slowly alone in the wind and snow.
Huishan is full of tourists throughout the year, and even the belated heavy snowfall did not stop them from climbing the mountain. However, after the woman in purple came out of the building, the chief guest of Huishan Huang Fangfo immediately informed his servants that today a checkpoint will be set up at the entrance of Daxueping from Guniu Dagang, no matter whether it is idlers or his own Daxueping people, they are not allowed to approach Daxueping, and they are not allowed to approach the person who suddenly had a snow appreciation If you are interested in the owner of Huishan Mountain, you will not be spared if you violate it. In today's Huishan, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, as the hostess, has long ignored common affairs. Huang Fangfo, the veteran of the two dynasties, is in control of the power, and there are faint signs of Zhixuan's martial arts cultivation. If this step is taken, then that step It's like a traveler has crossed the sky, like a scholar in the top three of high school.
In the past two years, Huishan Mountain has been flourishing in the Liyang Jianghu.
Among the four masters of martial arts evaluation, there are three from Liyang, Cao Changqing is dead, Deng Tai'a is hard to find, Xu Fengnian is far away in a corner of the northwest, and in recent years, the top ten masters of Liyang selected by good people are as famous as Xuanyuan Qingfeng There are only a few people in Chai Qingshan during the Qijia Festival, and they are far less dazzling than Huishan Ziyi. Some admirers even call this martial arts leader the "Rouge Master". In the world, only Jiang Si, the female emperor of Western Chu who was rumored to have died for her country, can match her. Now that Jiang Si is dead, the whole world seems to feel lonely because of Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
She was as lonely as the spectacular snow scene in Daxueping today, where the snow was flying and covering the sky, but she was the only one watching it.
She stopped at the edge of Daxueping Cliff and looked into the distance, and the small oil-paper umbrella was covered with white snow.
It's like a beauty with a white head.
At this time, a person sneakily appeared in Daxueping, who was standing on the second floor of the Moon Tower and staring at the figure in purple clothes. Huang Fangfo's expression was gloomy, and he was about to float out of the building and throw away the guy who boldly crossed the thunder pool. Entering the river water outside Daxueping to feed the fish only shocked the chief guest official of Huishan, who was deep in the city. He felt an imposing manner rushing towards his face, which prevented him from making a move, yes, it was the imposing manner, not just the aura.
Huang Fangfo took a step back respectfully to show that he understood. Huang Fangfo couldn't figure it out, he was no stranger to that unexpected guest, he was an inconspicuous little person, he always liked to brag to others that he walked across the rivers and lakes with Xu Fengnian, the king of Beiliang, ate and drank wine and sat on a boat together, I have been to Kuaixue Villa together, and said that the two of them are friends who are called brothers and brothers, good friends.
Of course, Huang Fangfo didn't believe this absurd statement, he only believed that the two people who were separated by clouds and mud were just passers-by who met by chance. The young feudal king wouldn't take it seriously, but the young man in Daxueping took it too seriously. As for why he was able to successfully settle down in Huishan, Huang Fangfo was also very surprised. After all, after Xuanyuan Qingfeng became the hands-off shopkeeper, Huang Fangfo had to deal with too many affairs, and it was impossible to care about the roots of an unknown person. Now Huishan is divided into three or six grades, and they are also enshrined by Keqing. The treatment of the first and the last two people is very different. The other two live together, and the monthly silver is only twenty or thirty taels, which is not enough to drink a decent flower wine in the town at the foot of Huishan Mountain.
That young Moliu Keqing looked around cautiously, feeling uneasy in his heart. He originally wanted to come to Daxueping to see the scenery today, and tried to find an opportunity to get close to the seniors who also had the same taste. I didn't even see a person, I wanted to go back home, but I walked in the snow for more than half an hour, and I was not reconciled, so I stumbled into the Guniu Mountain. In fact, the important guest priests near the top of the mountain have already got the news Well, this young man was far from qualified to be informed by the servants of Daxueping, so he slapped him sideways and showed him the fairy-like purple robe on the edge of the cliff.
This is the first time he saw her after living in Huishan. The first time he saw her was at Kuaixue Mountain Villa. That "friend from the rivers and lakes" whose alias was Xu Qi told him that he might as well go to Huishan to see her, and that there was a Women who like to wear purple clothes are still friends, and they can have someone to take care of them when they go to Huishan. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but it's hard to mix in the world, especially his kind of rootless duckweed, who can only get scorned everywhere. There is really nothing to do, so he saw the right time and brazenly risked his life to "see" this guy The Huishan Ziyi, who never thought that he was almost mortal, after the woman narrowed her eyes and looked around, probably after confirming that he had no guts to tell nonsense, she actually nodded mercifully and agreed, He only remembered that under the gaze of those cold eyes, he was sweating profusely, and he was still in a daze after she left for a long time. Later he came to Huishan. Although he didn't reach the sky in one step, he finally had a place to stay. He didn't have to wander around like a lonely ghost in that river and lake, and he didn't expect more. Sorrowful, contented.
After seeing her, he plucked up his courage and walked forward step by step. I don't know if it was because of the difficulty in the snow or because of awe, he walked with difficulty in the coir raincoat.
When he finally walked ten steps behind her, a cold voice sounded softly, "I only remember your surname is Huang, I forgot what your name is, what is Huang?"
The voice is not loud, but to his ears it is like a thunderclap on the top of his head. It turns out that this woman who is as tall as a fairy in the sky can still remember her surname
Flattered, he trotted a few steps quickly, stopped beside her and a few steps behind her, bowed his head, and said with a smile: "Reporting to the owner of the mountain, the younger one's surname is Huang, and the single name has the word "Quan..." The whole word is not a spring of spring water."
Huang Quan, who used to pretend to be an old world in front of Xu Qi, was born early, and he really didn't look like a pleasing young man. He waited quietly for the next article, but there was no movement for a long time, which made him panic involuntarily. Could it be that his appearance disturbed her interest in enjoying the snow
She flicked the wrist holding the umbrella lightly, and the snow on the oil-paper umbrella was like flying flakes.
She didn't turn her head, but asked calmly, "Have you ever heard of a man named Wen Hua?"
Huang Quan said with trepidation: "Of course, of course, in the capital, I got a nickname of Wen Hua, and I fought with Qi Jiajie, the number one swordsman in the capital. Suddenly disappeared inexplicably. Now the storytellers at the foot of the mountain say that this peerless swordsman is Xu Qi... oh no, he is a good brother of King Xinliang. For this reason, the prince still uses Wen Hua's sword to move in the Western Regions. And beat Tuoba Bodhisattva, who is also one of the four great masters of martial arts criticism, out of the city."
She asked again: "Then are you envious or not?"
Huang Quan sneered and said, "Of course I'm very envious. I used to practice sword hard, but it's a pity that it's not that kind of material. It will be useless soon. I can use my skills like a three-legged cat."
Speaking of this, Huang Quan paused for a while, and said cautiously: "The little one can eat and drink in Huishan because of the heart of the Bodhisattva of the mountain owner. The little one has not dared to forget the kindness of the mountain owner in the past two years."
She was noncommittal, the corners of her mouth curled up quietly, and she said to herself: "Although the guy surnamed Wen is very annoying, there is indeed only one Wenhua in Wenhua. It is the same for that person, and it is the same for me. In this life If you want to meet this kind of... bastard, it should be very difficult."
The wind and snow on the top of the mountain were too heavy, even if Huang Quan pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear her whispers at all.
She seemed to have lost interest in speaking, and said bluntly: "I think you also know that that person sent a lot of secrets to listening to Chaoge to my Qiyuelou. Now I will give you a choice, or let you choose a secret at random, and then Go down the mountain and go wandering, or keep yourself safe and be a low-level guest in my Huishan. Although you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, you have no future at all. You don’t need to talk, just nod to choose the first one, and shake your head to choose the latter.”
Huang Quan, who was extremely talkative, subconsciously wanted to chatter a few words, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say a word, and then he woke up suddenly, sweating, and shook his head quickly.
Huang Quan said silently in his heart, I don't know my weight, I can't bear hardships, and I don't have the fundamental talent to become a master in martial arts, so I already know how to accept my fate obediently.
She said flatly: "I see, you can go."
Huang Quan, who was granted amnesty, did not dare to stay any longer, so he turned around and left.
But after Huang Quan walked a few steps, he said softly: "I don't know if the person in the mountain master's mouth regards me as a friend, don't care how I brag with outsiders and don't make drafts, in fact, I don't dare to think that People are my friends. But anyway, I, Huang Quan, am very happy to meet that person."
After saying this, Huang Quan left Daxueping without stopping, not daring to turn his head to look at her secretly.
When he was going down the mountain, he felt that he was too worthless. But after thinking about it, he still felt that meeting "Xu Qi" in this life, meeting that young Jianghu person who was willing to be eaten and drank by him, and who would laugh and listen to his bragging and farting, was something to be happy for a lifetime things.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood alone in the same place, and the wind and snow fell to the world one after another, making the world more and more lonely.
She slowly walked back to the Qiyue Tower, which is said to be higher than Tingchao Pavilion in Beiliang, and climbed to the top floor. This floor is very transparent, except for the golden nanmu pillars, the whole building is almost empty One thing, only a red sandalwood beauty couch, she put away the oil-paper umbrella, leaned over and leaned it on a porch pillar, she lay on the couch, propped her cheeks with one hand, as far as she could see, looked at the In the west, the most special feature of this building is that there are no walls or railings on the entire west side. Once you look at it, you can see the distant scenery of Daxueping and even Huishan Mountain. Due to the heavy snow, there are very few people in the Moon Building. The young maid who was able to walk into this floor to clean the house had already cleverly erected a silk screen on the west side to keep out the wind and snow and cut off the severe cold.
She squinted and dozed off.
In terms of good adventures and wonderful opportunities, this woman is like the darling of heaven and earth. First, she accidentally obtained a treacherous technique that can swallow up his aura in the Daxueping Bookstore, and her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds. At the same time, he also made himself half-human, half-ghost, and his life was hanging by a thread. Afterwards, he went to Beiliang, and listened to the luck of several jade seals passed down from the Chaoge Arsenal, which not only stabilized the realm, but also eliminated the chaos After a battle against the river, they were defeated by Wang Xianzhi and sank at the bottom of the Guangling River. They still survived the catastrophe and had future blessings. Astronomical realm. Cao Changqing was blocked outside Tai'an City from entering the city, and the overlord of Western Chu even gave her that yellow beam dream, which made her dream for decades. How could the benefits be ordinary
No one dared to question her as the leader of the martial arts alliance as a woman, and some even thought that among the younger generation of Jianghu masters, only Xuanyuan Qingfeng was expected to compete with the Northwest feudal lord.
As her realm climbed rapidly, she became the leader in the rivers and lakes south of the great river, and Huishan became more and more powerful, overwhelming Longhushan. She said that pilgrims all over the world were not allowed to climb mountains and burn incense on the fourteenth day of every month, so no one would dare to go on that day. Go to Longhu Mountain to make a wish and pray for blessings.
She once prevented the four princes at that time and His Majesty the current emperor from going to Daxueping, and she also asked the king of Xinliang to send someone from thousands of miles away to deliver several large boxes of Tingchao Pavilion secrets, just like "Tuogu" ". She also participated in the First Battle of Tai'an City, and Li Yang, one of the four great martial arts masters in the world, complemented each other, she was like a bright moon hanging over the rivers and lakes.
Some people are afraid of her, some people hate her, some people respect her, but it's strange, it seems that no one in the world has ever liked her purely, even if her appearance is enough to be listed on the list of rouge reviews, even if countless men in the rivers and lakes know that as long as Conquering this woman is almost equivalent to conquering half of the world.
She lives reclusively on the top floor of the Daxueping Queyue Building, moody, and wonders how many masters of the rivers and lakes who have devoted their allegiance to Huishan have been severely injured by her inexplicable anger. She has no chance to practice martial arts in this life, but she is not mean. On the contrary, when she is happy, the Ye Mingzhu, a treasured tribute worth thousands of gold, can be rewarded to her servants at will, and the high-quality secret books that the world has dreamed of can also be given away at will, and they can be given in pairs. It's a pity that no one can guess when and why she will be happy.
When she opened her eyes, she seemed to feel that the screen was an eyesore. She waved her hand lightly, and the screen was instantly shattered, flying together with the heavy snow.
She left the beauty couch, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, left the Moon Tower, and walked to the edge of Daxueping Cliff with the umbrella again.
She slowly stretched out her hand, out of the oil-paper umbrella, the snowflakes kept falling, and snow gradually piled up on her palm.
She repeated two sentences gently.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm not happy to meet you."
Dressed in purple, she stood there for the next whole night, holding an umbrella in one hand and reaching out to catch the snow with the other, her body completely motionless.
No one knew the reason, and rumors spread in the rivers and lakes afterwards, and it was widely rumored that Huishan Ziyi watched the snow on the top of Huishan Mountain, and became a land god overnight.
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In the second year of Xiangfu, the solar term is light snow.
The air is cold and the snow is coming, the ground is not too cold and the snow is not too heavy.
Dongyue Jianchi, this ancient sect that has competed with the Wu family's sword mound for hundreds of years for "the world's swordsmanship, from the He family", after Song Nianqing's death, Chai Qingshan, who had a foreign surname, took over as the suzerain, and began to revive. Many years of old sword masters have begun to reopen their doors to accept apprentices, and young people with amazing qualifications continue to enter Dongyue Sword Pool, where they forge swords and practice swords.
And Li Yibai, who was born in a high-class Chinese family in the south of the Yangtze River, no longer travels far away, and stays in Jianchi to help Chai Qingshan take care of affairs. Although Li Yibai's kendo cultivation is growing slowly, this person who once competed with Jianzhong's contemporary sword champion Wu Liuding in the Jianghu , Longhushan Qi Xianxia, Jizhou Yanbao Li Huoli and others are equally famous geniuses, Junyan seems to be enjoying it and not worrying about his martial arts realm. And the yamen of the Ministry of Justice of the Liyang court also recruited a number of sword pool masters with great fanfare. Under such a good situation with a bright future, there are as many young swordsmen who go to Dongyue Jianchi to learn from their masters as crucian carp crossing the river.
During this period, the only two disciples of the suzerain Chai Qingshan, one was smiling from ear to ear all day long, and the other was frowning all day long.
Song Nianqing's eldest grandson, Song Tinglu, is the one who is happy, because he can hear many people addressing him as uncle every day, which makes the young man who can only call Li Yibai senior brother for many years feel that he has earned back his capital.
Shan Baiyi was the one who was unhappy, because she felt that those guys who were older than her called her old by calling her uncle.
Song Tinglu still only worships Wen Busheng who became famous in the first battle in Tai'an City. He likes to carry a simple homemade wooden sword on his waist every day, and likes to pretend to be old-fashioned when he hears others call him uncle, and then nods in greeting, and then waits until there is nothing left. When people saw it, they immediately cracked their mouths and snickered.
On this day, it was sunny after the snow, and Song Tinglu searched for a long time before finding the dazed junior sister in a gazebo.
Song Tinglu probably knew what it was like to be sad. After his junior sister came back from the place called Fushu Town in Beiliang, she began to like to sit alone in a certain place, dazed. Oh, but before the two men, one old and one young, asked the teacher about their crimes, the girl lightly said that I dismissed the master and the senior brother together when I was Wujian. After the move, Xiaosheng's junior sister was able to deal with the boy within 80 moves. He fought and failed repeatedly, from 80 moves to 70 moves and then to 60 moves. He lost all three battles, and the result was not as good as once Once, naturally, the young Song Tinglu was given the nickname Song Busheng by his junior sister Shan Baiyi. This nickname quickly spread in Dongyue Jianchi. There were two newly recruited girls who were slightly older than the boy Disciple, when addressing Song Tinglu, he would add the word "Song Busheng" before Shibo, which really made the young man both happy and worried.
When Song Tinglu climbed the steps and was about to enter the pavilion, Shan Yiyi suddenly said viciously: "Remember, from now on this pavilion belongs to our forbidden area of Dongyue Jianchi, no one is allowed to set foot without my permission! You can't, Senior Brother Li can't, even Master can't!"
The girl looked at the stunned boy, waved her hand, and said angrily: "Forget it for today, those who don't know are not guilty, remember not to be an example!"
Song Tinglu had no choice but to get used to his junior sister's unconstrained ideas from time to time over the years, the young man has long been used to it.
Song Tinglu whispered mysteriously: "Junior Sister, do you know that we have a distinguished guest in Jianchi today? Brother Li has used all the most precious tea sets, and Master is also with him."
The girl didn't care about being called junior sister by Song Tinglu today, but said absent-mindedly: "Then why don't you accompany me?"
The young man curled his lips, "It's not that you don't know that I never like to drink tea. It's very bland and tasteless. Master promised me that in two years, I will be allowed to drink. I must drink in a big bowl by then! "
The girl sneered and said, "Why don't you just drink from a water tank, isn't it more heroic?"
The boy was speechless.
In the past, she couldn't quarrel with her, but now she can't even fight.
The young man was a little depressed at the moment.
The ignorant boy is far from knowing about men and women, and it is still long before he realizes the melancholy in his crotch.
Just when the boy was sullen, three people came outside the pavilion, master Chai Qingshan, brother Li Yibai, and a young Taoist priest in Taoist robes.
Shan Yiyi and Song Tinglu stood up at the same time, and the three of them walked quickly into the gazebo. Chai Qingshan smiled and introduced to the two apprentices: "This is Little Heavenly Master Qi from Longhu Mountain..."
Song Tinglu's eyes were shining, and he said impatiently: "I know, I know, it's Xiao Lu Zu Qi Xianxia."
Li Yibai knocked a chestnut on the young man's head, and said with an angry smile, "Young people should not call their elders by their first names!"
Song Tinglu chuckled, senior brother Li Yibai's teachings were apparently passed into the young man's left ear and out of his right ear.
The girl raised her cheeks that hadn't fully grown, and asked straight to the point with an innocent face: "Daoist Qi, how many moves can you sustain if you fight the King of Beiliang?"
When Chai Qingshan heard this, his face was immediately annoyed, and he gave the silly girl a hard look.
This time, Qi Xianxia who visited Dongyue Sword Pool on the way smiled and said: "If it's just a sparring, ten strokes can still be passed so-so, but if it's a life-and-death fight with Xu Fengnian, it's just a one-stroke matter."
The girl smiled and said, "Daoist Qi, if you say that, you must be a master!"
Qi Xianxia was stunned, probably because he couldn't keep up with the idea of the girl's antelope hanging horns.
Both Chai Qingshan and Li Yibai couldn't laugh or cry, Song Tinglu couldn't help but turned his head and rolled his eyes.