In the whole teahouse, the sound of storytellers, roaring, dropping chopsticks, and covering bowls all became miraculously quiet.
The shouting and hawking on the long street drifted in through the carved window lattice, like the sound of another world in the distance.
And here, there is no discussion, and no eyes are on them.
It was clearly standing in the middle of the stairs, the upstairs and downstairs were full of guests, but they were deliberately avoided, giving them the illusion of being no one else.
In such silence, Zhong Shan staggered and descended two steps.
He was originally condescending, and if they wanted to speak, Duan Chongxuan and Yin Biyue could only look up at him.
But he didn't.
He walked to the level with the two of them, turned sideways, and gave a half salute. The posture is upright and standard.
Yin Biyue led Duan Chongxuan to return the salute calmly.
As if the whole teahouse was relieved.
However, before Duan Chongxuan's brows could relax, Zhong Shan opened his mouth.
He was talking to Yin Biyue, his voice was a bit sluggish, like the blade of a sword slashing on a stone wall.
"I learned swordsmanship when I was four years old."
Yin Bi was stunned, this is... making a self-introduction
He didn't know what the other party meant, but since the other party was serious, he should listen carefully.
So he nodded to show that he was listening.
Zhong Shan continued,
"I learned the first set of 'Swordsmanship at the age of six', practiced qi at the age of ten, cut down the marrow at the age of fourteen, and mastered swordsmanship at the age of four.
There was an unstoppable gasp in the teahouse.
This talent is enough to make anyone proud. But Yin Biyue could feel that the person who was speaking in front of him was just stating the facts, not showing off in the slightest.
This is true confidence.
True self-confidence does not need to show off to win the approval of others, because he approves of himself.
"Before the age of sixteen, I always thought that I would worship the sword saint."
"pat-"
In the silent teahouse, someone shook off the tea bowl in shock, and the broken china and tea spilled on the ground.
Yin Biyue still didn't speak, even if the other party's words seemed to be provocative.
"Juggernaut chose you instead of me, but I don't think you are better than me."
"It makes me jealous."
"Fresh Flower Club, I would like to fight with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blazing fighting spirit surged out!
But the realm coercion was tightly controlled, and nothing leaked out.
Yin Biyue looked at each other calmly.
He thought that he already understood a little what kind of person Zhong Shan was.
He is not like someone who holds Pu Zong, who will spread rumors deliberately behind his back, or move some treacherous hands and feet in the dark.
Jealousy is jealousy, unwillingness is unwillingness.
There is nothing to hide, openly and clearly.
I don't accept you, so I'm going to fight you.
Hit me up if you can.
Yin Biyue's eyes fell on Zhong Shan's sword again.
Dare to face his heart, even in a downtown teahouse, he can say what he thinks like no one else, and he doesn't care if he will be slandered and ridiculed behind his back.
Perhaps only such a person can use this sword.
But Duan Chongxuan obviously didn't think so.
Before Yin Biyue could stop him, he had already opened his mouth.
"Fight with you? Your realm is a lot higher than my senior brother. Are you embarrassed?"
"According to what you said, the person who is the least worthy of being a disciple of the Sword Saint should be me, but I just did it. Why? No way, good luck, my father asked Mr. Zhangyuan to write a letter and send me to Xi Huafeng, I just went through the back door."
"What can I do? Draw a sword and commit suicide again, or cut off the father-son relationship with my father with a letter in blood?"
Yin Bi was more startled.
Zhong Shan was also stunned.
The atmosphere is full of guests and dare not come out.
Then, Zhong Shan thought about it seriously, "What you said also makes sense..."
"What's the point!"
A young man suddenly appeared behind Zhong Shan, wearing the ink-splashed landscape robe of the Qinglu Sword Sect, holding a sword in his hand, trembling with anger.
He has been following behind Zhong Shan and has been standing on the stairs.
It's just a few people who had talked earlier, so powerful and glorious, few people noticed him.
At this time, he suddenly spoke, and everyone recognized him, Zhongshan's junior brother Tongfeng, 'Flying Feather Sword' Cheng Tianyu.
The young man said angrily, "My senior brother has a high level of cultivation, and he cultivated himself diligently! It didn't fall from the sky! What's so embarrassing! Even if your senior brother's cultivation time is short, so it's not as high as my senior brother's cultivation level, it's still alive. Late! My senior brother was born early! No way, good luck!"
Cheng Tianyu was very angry.
Of course, he couldn't interrupt when the senior brother was speaking. Only standing in the back.
But when I heard my senior brother say that the other party was right, I was so angry that I didn't care about any etiquette.
Yin Biyue thought to herself, it was broken.
He didn't mean to tear at all, but the battle of mouths came too quickly. Before he had time to react, the two were pinched as if they had taken choking medicine.
He glanced at Zhong Shan and found that Zhong Shan also seemed a little... at a loss.
The steamed bun-faced boy Cheng Tianyu became angrier the more he talked, "You people from Xi Huafeng are really too much. Before, your three senior brothers Yan Xing insulted my senior brother Song, but now you actually..."
"shut up!"
Everyone looked at the sound and found that the door was actually the master of Song Shao, the Qinglu Sword Sect.
He didn't know whether it was because he was angry, or because he was in a hurry, his breath was slightly unstable.
What's even more surprising is that the first disciple of Cang Ya also came together.
Luo Mingchuan stood there with a solemn and dignified expression.
The moment Yin Biyue saw him, he suddenly felt relieved.
It's good to come... It won't be a fight when you come.
He really doesn't know how to deal with such a scene, and now it's all up to Luo Mingchuan.
Cheng Tianyu was reprimanded and suddenly sobered up, only to realize that he had said something shameful in a large audience, his face flushed immediately, and he murmured, "Senior Brother Song..."
Song Tang said solemnly, "Come down."
Cheng Tianyu walked down silently, and Zhong Shan followed behind him.
Luo Mingchuan said nothing.
Yin Biyue took Duan Chongxuan along with him.
Duan Chongxuan was just agitated by Zhong Shan's fighting spirit, and he said nothing. Now that I calm down, I also feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed to be watched by people like a monkey for so long.
So standing behind Luo Mingchuan and pretending to be dumb.
Song Tang gave a half salute, "Junior brother is young, so many offends."
Cheng Tianyu stood behind him, also bowing his head and pretending to be dumb.
Luo Mingchuan sideways avoided the salute, and returned a half salute, "Don't dare, it's my sect that offends you a lot."
The two of them finished the ceremony calmly, their expressions calm, as if nothing had happened.
For a time, everyone in the teahouse thought that the tit-for-tat dispute on the stairs just now was just an illusion.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan walked out of the teahouse and ran counter to the three of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
Duan Chongxuan followed silently.
This kind of feeling is like... two bear children fought each other and were led back by their respective parents.
Yin Biyue was taken aback by the thought of her passing away.
There was nothing to say along the way, and we arrived at the Qiuhu Courtyard, under the Magnolia Magnolia.
Luo Mingchuan turned around and didn't mention what happened just now. Instead, he said to Yin Biyue, "The result of the lottery has come out. Junior Brother, you have a bye."
The chatter's attention was completely diverted, "How come? Isn't it just the eighty-one group?"
Luo Mingchuan explained, "Before the lottery, one person abstained because of his serious injury. So there was an extra bye and he went directly to the next round. It just so happened that no one got a junior brother."
Yin Bi was stunned for a moment, but she actually advanced directly. This luck.
Duan Chongxuan said with a smile, "Fourth Senior Brother is indeed favored by Heaven."
No, no, wait a minute, this is only the second round. Now that you have used up your character, what will you do in the future
Luo Mingchuan said again, "Junior Brother Duan, Xu Guang, a disciple of Lianjian Sect, has drawn you. The first game in four days."
Compared with the other sects, the Lianjian Sect has more female disciples. The entire 'Luoxia Peak' is full of female disciples, but in general there are more male disciples.
Duan Chongxuan had obviously heard of this person, and smiled, "Lianjian's spiritual practice. Just in time, I also want to accumulate some fighting experience with spiritual practice."
Yin Biyue knew that he said that, but he didn't plan to use foreign objects such as talismans, so he urged, "There are still a few days, so prepare well."
"Don't worry, Fourth Senior Brother." The chatter agreed, smiled at Luo Mingchuan, and went into the room. He could see that Luo Mingchuan seemed to have something to say to his senior brother.
So there were only two people left in the courtyard.
Luo Mingchuan not only had something to say, but also something to send.
But he looked at the person in front of him and suddenly didn't know how to speak.
"Who did Senior Brother Luo meet?" It was Yin Biyue who spoke first, and he was really curious about Luo Mingchuan's next battle.
Luo Mingchuan replied, "A Buddhist practitioner from Xingshan Temple. The third session tomorrow."
There was another silence, relatively speechless.
Yin Biyue suddenly found that Luo Mingchuan's face was a little abnormal. His ears were red, and his eyes were erratic.
… This is not going to be a heatstroke again, is it
Because of the cold water sword practice, although he couldn't feel the heat at all, he could see that the sun was very bright today.
He hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Luo, go back and rest. There will be a test tomorrow."
"… good."
Luo Mingchuan turned around and took two steps, then turned around and said, "Junior brother."
The wide sleeve robe came down, covering the beads he was holding in his hand. His hands were tight and tight, and the beads hurt.
Yin Biyue was also about to go back when she heard the words and stopped, "Huh?"
"...It's fine. You'll have a good rest, too."
Luo Mingchuan returned to his room and sat down in front of the case.
On the case was an exquisitely carved round bead, shining with a dark red light.
"Junior Brother, this is Li Huozhu. You carry it with you on weekdays, and you will no longer suffer from the coldness."
Such a simple sentence, I have thought about it so many times, why can't I say it
Since returning to Qiuhu together that day, he has gone to find out about Li Huozhu. This kind of beads is produced in the crater of Donglu, which can drive away the cold, and is often worn by practitioners on the edge of the snow field. However, Yecheng has a warm and humid climate, and it has never been cold in winter, so Lihuozhu is naturally rare. Fortunately, I met Song Tang today, and I was familiar with Ye Cheng before I could buy it on the black market.
On the way back, I saw many people surrounding the Taihe Building, whispering and daring not to go in. Hearing the movement inside, he and Song Tang rushed over and saw that both of them were fine.
The bystander was clear, he could see that although Zhong Shan had the will to fight, he was not malicious. On the other hand, Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu almost got into a fight.
He had already made up his mind about Zhong Shan's matter, but it was only a solution, and he couldn't tell his younger brother for the time being.
The winner of the Flower Blossom Club can only be the junior brother.
No matter how difficult these things are, there are always clues and solutions, but...
Luo Mingchuan glanced at the beads on the case, why didn't he want to give them to his junior brother
Because he felt that as long as he was always by his side, he would be able to dispel the chill for him, so it was unnecessary
Or... something else.
Luo Mingchuan didn't dare to think about it, he always felt that if he thought about it, he would get an answer that he couldn't face.
So he got up and went to meditate. Silently recite 'Qingxinyan', and then begin to practice.
In a room separated by a courtyard, Yin Biyue was also meditating.
Today, he faced Zhong Shan's majestic fighting spirit and felt that the barrier had loosened.
He knew that his current self was not enough to defeat Zhong Shan.
He's going to break the barrier.