In such a quiet and peaceful morning, I don't know who opened the window, so a shout came from the high-rise building, "Young Master Duan is here!!-"
Duan Chongxuan shook the hand of the folding fan, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.
The smoke and dust were roaring, and the girls, carrying long skirts and waving embroidered handkerchiefs, flew down from the back street, from the inn, and from the high-rise buildings.
But in the blink of an eye, people were standing on both sides of the long street. Some wear delicate plum blossom makeup and gold bead hairpins; some don't have time to dress up soon after getting up in the morning, so they have long hair and a light veil to cover their faces.
They stood on both sides of the street and looked at Duan Chongxuan with burning eyes.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan involuntarily distanced themselves from him.
Duan Hua Nao took two steps, "You two are waiting for me..."
It was the first time Yin Biyue saw such a scene, "... Your reputation has spread so widely?"
The female nuns of Lianjian Sect are not here, these are the girls in Yecheng.
Ever since Duan Chongxuan came back that day, there has been a lively scene by the Qiu Lake.
Every day, different girls happen to 'pass by' here, standing by the lake to see the scenery.
In the small courtyard where the three Yin Biyue lived, they often woke up early in the morning and opened the door to see handkerchiefs and sachets all over the courtyard.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain were very happy. Every day, they could see many beautiful girls in full costumes. Their waists and legs were no longer sore, and they were more energetic when practicing swordsmanship.
But Yin Biyue couldn't help but think, what if one day a girl turns black and throws a thunderbolt in
So he used the array flag left by Yan Xing to set up a simple protective array in the courtyard, mainly to prevent falling objects.
The situation has greatly improved.
Duan Chongxuan was a little embarrassed, "I've caused you trouble..."
Luo Mingchuan smiled helplessly, "...It's not your fault either."
Yin Biyue looked at the embroidered handkerchief hanging outside the courtyard wall, fluttering in the wind, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she turned to ask, "Are you still going today?"
In today's sixteen matches, Cangya disciples were dropped in four of them, among which Luo Mingchuan played against Baopu Zong. If it was in the past, Duan Chongxuan would definitely go.
But now, as soon as he goes out, he will be watched eagerly by the girls, and his eyes will burn a hole in his body.
Duan Chongxuan seemed to think of some bad experience, his face stiffened for a moment, but he still gritted his teeth, "Go! How can you not go!"
Today, there are many competitions in Cangya Mountain, and almost all the disciples went out to see it, so the three of them followed the mighty army and went out together.
The morning light broke, and the breakfast stalls on the street were just set up. The steam from the steamer was mixed with the white mist and was blown away by the morning wind. The window of the second floor of the teahouse was just opened, and the man put down the bench inside and hung a brightly colored wine flag. On the empty and quiet long street, occasionally a dog barking or cicada chirping could be heard.
He Yanyun patted Ruan Xiaolian on the shoulder and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't be nervous, let's fight today, we'll go to Taihelou to eat roast chicken after the fight!"
Several disciples gathered around them, talking in low voices, and making suggestions for Ruan Xiaolian.
These Cangya Mountain disciples were not at all worried about Luo Mingchuan, who was also competing today.
They wouldn't talk about the words "Senior Brother Luo will win no matter how powerful he is", but they couldn't imagine how Luo Mingchuan would lose.
This is an inexplicable trust that seems unreasonable.
But Luo Mingchuan was such a person. Thousands of Cangya Mountain disciples trusted him.
Yin Biyue looked at the people around her.
He was the same today as usual. He walked calmly, and his expression did not appear to be particularly solemn or negligent.
She is still wearing a simple and dignified Cangya Taoist robe, from the hair to the collar, every detail is as meticulous as ever.
Whether walking on the rugged mountain road in Cangya, or the Yecheng Great Street leading to a fight, he always looks the same, which makes people look at it and give birth to the illusion that it will never change.
Although Luo Mingchuan has no air, but at first glance, he looks a little solemn in his uprightness, and he is obviously a righteous gentleman who does not understand the style. Yin Biyue has white hair and cold eyes, and it is not easy to get close to him.
On the other hand, Duan Chongxuan often has a three-pointed smile on the corner of his mouth. He looks like a romantic boy, and his chattering attributes are not exposed.
So in Yecheng, almost every young girl would recite two sentences,
"Jade crown, white dress, mountain and river fan, whose son moves Yecheng."
Fortunately, two miles out of the city, there were disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect guarding the arena.
Yin Biyue heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the chatter.
There are obviously more people in the audience today, because there are two very interesting games.
Luo Mingchuan and Zhong Shan will both end today. Although both games were considered overwhelming, and the results were no suspense, many people wanted to see how they would shoot and what kind of fighting rhythm they would use.
The disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect were especially numerous, and the two were surrounded by stars like the moon.
Yin Bi looked from a distance, and found that one of them was very familiar, and it was the Sect Master Song Shao, who he had met in the suburbs north of the city.
He was talking to the young man beside him, who had a long sword hanging from his waist.
Yes, at first glance, you will not pay attention to this person's appearance, but will directly see his sword.
That sword seemed to have a strange power, and every practitioner who practiced the sword could not ignore its existence.
Duan Chongxuan whispered, "That, next to Song Tang, is Zhong Shan."
Just at this moment, the man raised his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and they shot straight at him!
Passing through the crowd and the arena, it landed on Yin Biyue exactly!
Almost out of an instinctive reaction to danger, Yin Biyue burst out with true essence, his sleeves were puffed up with energy, and every inch of his muscles and bones were tense to the extreme!
Draw your sword anytime!
Duan Chongxuan, who was closest to him, could not help but take two steps back.
At this moment, the back in the white robe blocked his sight, and also blocked Zhong Shan's sight.
Luo Mingchuan stood in front of him.
Just taking two steps forward, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and Yin Biyue was completely blocked behind him.
Luo Mingchuan looked at each other calmly.
Song Tang seemed to be aware of it, and following Zhong Shan's line of sight, he saw Luo Mingchuan and a group of Cangya Mountain disciples, and nodded in greeting.
Luo Mingchuan nodded in return.
The clock rang, the battle was about to begin, and the two factions returned to their respective positions, as if nothing had happened just now.
In fact, from Zhongshan to Luo Mingchuan to meet Song Tang, the whole process only took a moment. Hardly anyone else noticed.
Yin Biyue remembered it clearly. He could now be sure that Zhong Shan, who was at the peak of the barrier-breaking period, had already reached the threshold of Theravada by half a step. There was unabashed scrutiny in that gaze, and hostility.
Apparently they met for the first time.
Soon he had no time to think, because Luo Mingchuan had already walked towards the ring. "Luo Mingchuan of Cangya Mountain vs Wang Zhen of Bao Zong..."
Cangya disciples burst into cheers.
Bao Pu Zong's face was very bad.
He Lai said to Wang Zhen in a deep voice, "After two moves, you will step down yourself. Don't lose too ugly, it will embarrass the sect."
Wang Zhen has always been on the lookout for what to do, and after listening to it, he has no objection, "Yes, Senior Brother." In fact, he also felt that his luck was very bad, and he met the first disciple of Cangya Mountain in the first round. He wasn't going to pay the price of injury to support a few more moves. That would be too stupid. After he had already figured out two moves, he would say how to admit defeat beautifully and be magnanimous as if he didn't compete with the opponent. Although there is no face in admitting defeat, it is better than being ousted and injured. That's what he planned. So as soon as they came to power, the two greeted each other. ? He said first, "I have admired Cangya's first disciple's name for a long time, and my fellow Daoist has a high cultivation base. I really admire it and feel ashamed!"
His words imply that the other party's cultivation base is higher than his own, and it is not honorable to win.
Having said that, Luo Mingchuan would be embarrassed to make another ruthless attack.
Luo Mingchuan didn't speak, he smiled slightly, and was complimented by the other party.
Yin Biyue felt that her spirit was really more concentrated than the two on stage.
He wanted to see how Luo Mingchuan would act.
Garan pupil technique? That's a backhand, or a big move, and it won't be released so early.
Direct real yuan rolling? This play is a little rough.
How to control the vitality of vegetation? Yin Biyue looked at the tall elm tree beside the stone platform, this should be the most likely...
At the same time, many people were watching the match.
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Luo Mingchuan picked up the sword.
This is obviously too unexpected.
"What's the matter? Brother Luo still uses a sword?"
"So... that sword is not an ornament."
However, Yin Biyue noticed that his posture with the sword was wrong.
Luo Mingchuan's 'sinking boat' was not unsheathed.
He held the sinking boat with the sword in its sheath and held it up straight as if holding a long stick.
What does Luo Mingchuan want to do
Wang Zhen, who is fighting against him, will be the first to face this problem.
Wang Zhen suddenly drew his sword and stabbed! Where the sword tip passed, a circulating gossip pattern appeared.
He used the most secure and most familiar Baopu Bagua Sword!
However, before the sword was three feet in front of the opponent, the sword in Luo Mingchuan's hand moved.
Still not unsheathed, lifted high, and fell heavily.
Like a blow to the head!
Dodge Wang Zhen's sword, break through the body protection essence, and hit directly on the right shoulder!
"click..."
Everyone in the audience heard the clear sound of broken bones.
This blow was too fast and too ruthless, no one thought that it would appear to be so open and aboveboard, and there was no sign of ferocity and ferocity.
As if it should be.
Luo Mingchuan's figure flickered, and he appeared behind Wang Zhen in an instant, another blow!
Wang Zhen backhanded a sword, but it hit Luo Mingchuan's scabbard, a burst of real energy surged, and the sword actually came out of his hand.
Luo Mingchuan's sword also fell, hitting the spine!
Yin Bi was even more shocked!
Someone in the audience finally recognized it and shouted loudly, "Lanyuan Academy's coaching whip!"
Among the disciples, some were from academies, and they looked carefully, "Really! That's right! It's the coach!"
Yin Biyue was in a complicated mood, he never thought that Luo Mingchuan would choose to use this to compete.
The school coaching whip is not a set of whipping methods.
It is used by teachers who teach disobedient students.
You don't have to use a pointer. When you meet a rude student who violates the rules of the school, you can easily break off the locust branches or bamboo sticks. More often, a wooden stick can fully display the true meaning of the coach.
Yin Biyue understood that Luo Mingchuan used the sword as a stick and used the real coaching whip.
When he was in the school, the teacher who taught 'Speculative Theory' was too old and unable to do what he wanted, so he asked Luo Mingchuan, the most stable and reliable student, to hold the whip for him.
This was a very offending job, but Luo Mingchuan was just and dignified, and no one complained about him.
"The dignity of a teacher, teach you to be a man." This is the coaching whip.
Since he is a teacher teaching students, how can he not be open and aboveboard? Unreasonable
But Luo Mingchuan is not Wang Zhen's master, so this means irony.
"I'll teach you how to behave for your master."
Elder Bao Pu Zong has changed his face.