one
Shen Lianxue and the accompanying maid led Brother Xie Xiangcai to stop in front of a simple and generous house, and then Shen Lianxue took the lead to knock on the door and enter.
After she negotiated with the gatekeeper, the gatekeeper opened the door ajar with a wary expression, allowing Xie Xiangcai and the two of them to enter the house one by one.
The inside of the house is more simple, with only a few wooden stakes and a few wooden swords placed on shelves not far away.
Murong Mingzhu couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw such an arrangement. After all, Song Changkun was regarded as the top swordsman in Daqing. You must know that those swordsmen below him who called themselves "grand masters" had luxurious decorations in their homes that were difficult to match. , some of the retainers in the homes of "grand masters" who are not in the capital can even be compared to a considerable regular army of the imperial court.
Shen Lianxue saw Murong Mingzhu's doubts and said softly, "Sword Master Song has always kept a low profile. In his heart, only swords can occupy eight buckets, and the remaining two buckets have nowhere to put the gold and silver money."
Xie Xiangcai muttered softly, "Then what are the remaining two buckets used for?"
Shen Lianxue gave Xie Xiangcai a white look and signaled him to stop talking.
Xie Xiangcai snorted coldly. Just as he, Shen Lianxue and Murong Mingzhu were standing there, a slightly short middle-aged man slowly walked out of the house not far away, his back slightly stooped. A young man of medium height and plain appearance was holding the man's arm, looking cautious.
Shen Lianxue secretly nudged the young man with her mouth, and whispered to Xie Xiangcai, "This is the 'two fights'."
Xie Xiangcai looked at it intently, feeling the strong sword energy faintly emanating from the young man's body, and his heart was no longer relaxed.
He nodded slightly, and then turned his eyes to the middle-aged man supported by the young man.
This middle-aged man with an unsurprising appearance was probably Song Changkun, whom Shen Liancue was looking for as a swordsman during this trip.
Shen Lianxue held the Snow Lotus Sword at her waist, walked up to Song Changhuan in a few steps, bent down and cupped her hands, saying, "Junior Shen Lianxue, pay your respects to Senior Song!"
Song Changhuan asked the young man next to him to let go of his hand, smiled and nodded gently to Shen Lianxue, "Niece Shen, your father and I are old acquaintances. Just show us by our real names. There are no outsiders in the whole yard."
Shen Lianxue was stunned when she heard this, then nodded and wiped off the two beards on her face, and then said a reluctant blessing to Song Changhuan.
Xie Xiangcai stood aside and turned his head, unable to help but snicker.
Murong Mingzhu looked at her little junior brother who was snickering thoughtfully.
Song Changhuan noticed the trembling young man beside him, suppressed his smile and asked, "This young man is..."
When Xie Xiangcai heard this, his laughter suddenly stopped, he quickly turned around, bent towards Song Changhuan and cupped his hands, saying, "Junior Xie Xiangcai, I have met senior Song!"
Song Changkun's expression froze, "Xie Xiangcai... Oh, he must be the young master from Qingmeng City!"
Xie Xiangcai nodded slightly and hugged Song Changhuan again.
The young man on the side frowned and glanced at Xie Xiangcai with some caution.
Xie Xiangcai keenly noticed the young man's actions, but did not say anything or respond.
Song Changkong waved his hand, still smiling and said, "When I traveled to Daqing and arrived at Qingmeng City, my master, Senior Immortal Fu Laoxian, taught me how to use swordsmanship. If you think of it this way, we can be considered brothers. Hahaha, no need to be too polite. No need to be polite."
Then he turned his attention to Murong Mingzhu who was behind the young man, and chuckled, "Mingzhu, long time no see..."
Murong Mingzhu slightly arched his hands with a solemn expression.
Xie Xiangcai raised his eyebrows slightly, guessing a little bit in his mind.
"Come inside, it's cold now..."
two
Song Changhuan led several people into the back room. There was a charcoal fire burning in the stove in the middle of the back room, so the room was extremely warm. After they sat down and drank a few sips of hot tea, they were sweating slightly on their backs.
Song Changhuan sat at the top of the table, looking at the young people sitting on both sides with a smile, and the smile on his cheeks became softer.
"I originally thought that my fortune in swordsmanship in Daqing was about to end, but now that I see so many outstanding students, I suddenly feel that the future is bright and I feel very happy!"
Song Changhuan chuckled, then stood up and gently placed the teacup in his hand on the table.
Seeing this, Xie Xiangcai and others who were sitting on both sides stood up together.
With a move of Song Changkun's hand, the charcoal fire in the furnace was extinguished, the door opened, and the cold wind immediately poured into the inner room.
Xie Xiangcai was clever and subconsciously held down the sword at his waist.
Song Changhuan took the lead to walk out, followed closely by the young man beside him, and walked out of the house together.
Everyone in the house came outside and stood in the cold wind.
After a long time, Song Changkun said, "It's the biting cold wind. In fact, the cold wind is not biting. The reason for the biting is the speed."
The young man on the side took advantage of the situation and drew his sword. The light of the sword flashed, and the shadow of the sword immediately flew out, cutting the white air spitting out of Song Changhuan's mouth into two pieces.
The two pieces of white energy suddenly solidified in an instant, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"So fast."
Xie Xiangcai exclaimed softly. He didn't even see how the young man drew his sword.
Song Changhuan smiled with satisfaction and took a step back consciously, letting the young man next to him stand in front of him.
"This is my disciple Li Chongxiao. He is twenty years old and has a small degree of swordsmanship. If niece Shen and Junior Brother Xie want to learn swordsmanship today, they can try it with him."
Shen Lianxue took a step back and said hesitantly, "I wonder what the senior disciple's swordsmanship level is?"
The young man named Li Chongxiao slowly drew his sword and said in a calm voice, "General."
Shen Lianxue's expression became more solemn, and she pulled out the Snow Lotus Sword from her waist with a "whoosh".
In this way, isn’t the state of general and prime minister the same state as Gong Yegu?
However, Xie Xiang could feel that Li Chongxiao's cultivation had not entered the fifth realm. He should be in the same realm as Shen Lianxue, only half a step away from the fifth realm.
Murong Mingzhu clicked his tongue and sighed, brushing the dragon-slaying sword on his waist with a rather regretful tone, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this sentence about future generations is to be feared is true."
Xie Xiangcai asked doubtfully, "Senior brother, isn't he also in his twenties?"
Murong Mingzhu laughed loudly when she heard Xie Xiangcai's words, and patted Xie Xiangcai's shoulder meaningfully, "Junior brother, you will understand in the future!"
Shen Lianxue and Li Chongxiao drew their swords together, and suddenly a cold light flickered in the courtyard.
Li Chongxiao brushed the uneven sword with his fingertips and murmured softly, "The sword in my hand is called uneven. The sword body is uneven, and so is the sword's intention."
Shen Lianxue's heart was awe-inspiring. She drew the sword quickly and slowly. From the sword that cut into the air before, it was easy to see that Li Chongxiao must have learned fast swords. For the swords in his hands, the fast swords must be extremely thin and flat. In this way, the sword can follow the wind and be faster.
But she looked at Li Chongxiao's sword. Not only was the blade broad and bulky, but the lines were extremely uneven. Even so, Li Chongxiao was still able to draw the sword so fast, which showed his strength.
Shen Lianxue was only 20% sure that she could beat the opponent.
Xie Xiangcai and Murong Mingzhu were watching not far away, with different expressions on their faces.
The young man asked the senior brother beside him, "Does Shen Lianxue have a good chance of winning?"
Murong Mingzhu shook her head gently, "One percent is as high as the sky."
Xie Xiangcai nodded. Even he himself was not 50% sure that he could defeat Li Chongxiao with the sword in his hands.
Cultivation aside, in terms of swordsmanship alone, he was no match for Li Chongxiao.
After all, he still hasn't found his sword heart.
In an instant, Li Chongxiao drew his sword, and wherever the sword light touched, the cold wind became stronger.
The snow lotus sword in Shen Lianxue's hand shook out a few rays of sword energy. The sword energy turned into a lotus shape and collided with the cold light.
The two collided and disappeared together.
A ray of cold light fell on the Snow Lotus Sword, causing Shen Lianxue to step back a little.
Xie Xiangcai raised his eyebrows.
Shen Lianxue was already at a disadvantage.
The Kuai Sword was well-deserved. Before Shen Liexue handed out the second sword, Li Chongxiao had already made a sword shape and came to her.
The surrounding cold wind gathered on the long sword named "Bi Ping", ready to hit Shen Lianxue's white neck at any time.
Not far away, Song Changkong stood with his sleeves folded, his expression indifferent.
Murong Mingzhu felt Song Changhuan's lingering gaze and struck the junior brother next to her with her arm.
The young man understood in an instant, and his figure flashed forward, crossing his arms against his chest, blocking all the sword energy.
Shen Lianxue looked at the back of the young man in front of her in astonishment. She never thought that Xie Xiangcai would come to help.
Xie Xiangcai turned his head and glanced at Shen Lianxue, then pushed out a soft force from his palm, knocking the opponent back a few steps, and then looked squarely at Li Chongxiao, who was standing in front of him with his sword in hand.
"Brother Li, according to seniority, I am still your junior uncle, so you have to be merciful!"
The young man held the unsheathed Fengyun Sword at his waist and made a clear voice.
Li Chongxiao's brows tightened, and sword energy lingered on his fingertips.
"Aren't you afraid of breaking your waist if you bear this seniority?!"
With a flash of cold light, the Buping Sword suddenly shot out from Li Chongxiao's palm, aiming at the eyebrows of the young man not far away.
Xie Xiangcai snorted softly, tapped the sole of his foot on the ground, and moved backward quickly, turning into a blur. At the moment when an afterimage was left on the spot, the long sword at his waist seemed to be unsheathed, and the breeze filled the air with the chirping of insects.
The young man's body then flew up into the air and merged with the breeze. The sword energy rose up into the air and continued to rotate and rise with Fengyun Sword as the center until it condensed into a cyclone about ten feet in size.
The sword energy in the cyclone is abundant. Although it is not "arrogant and domineering", it cannot be underestimated. After all, this is the result of Xie Xiangcai taking advantage of Li Chongxiao's unpreparedness and pouring the original power into Wu Gen.
The Qi rotation came in an instant, Li Chongxiao's expression was solemn, and the Buping sword suspended in mid-air swept back into his palm.
I saw him opening and closing his arms in a majestic manner, leaving countless criss-crossing afterimages as he danced. The moment those afterimages took shape, the temperature of the sky and the earth dropped sharply, and the tiles on the eaves not far away came one after another. The ground cracked and opened.
The sword shadow condensed and formed, turning into a huge ice curtain that could envelop the light cyan cyclone in mid-air.
In an instant, the whole house began to shake, and two sword auras of different colors appeared. The water tank in the center of the courtyard was the watershed, and they were separated on both sides.
"Okay, okay..."
Song Changhuan, who was keeping himself warm by the remaining warmth next to the inner room, saw that the atmosphere between the two was getting more and more tense. He quickly took out his hand from his sleeves, walked forward with a helpless smile, and stood between the two of them. He just stamped his feet on the ground, mid-air. The two majestic sword energies in his body suddenly dissipated.
Prime Minister Xie clicked his tongue and fell to the ground, cupping his hands towards Song Changhuan and Li Chongxiao respectively.
Li Chongxiao frowned, his tone slightly dissatisfied, "Master, I could obviously do that sword just now..."
Song Changhuan patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that we will end up losing both sides, and we are not jealous enemies, so just try to cross with a sword!"
Li Chongxiao was shocked when he heard this. His master had always been quite satisfied with him. Who would have thought that this old man would actually say something that was obviously "partial to the other side".
Song Changkun just smiled without saying a word, and his smile was full of meaning.
After a while, he suppressed his smile and casually moved a wooden sword into his hand.
Song Changhuan held the wooden sword back to his waist, making a gesture of drawing the sword. After a moment, he unexpectedly swung the sword, and the sword energy was so violent that Xie Xiangcai, Shen Lianxue and even Murong Mingzhu all jumped back in shock.
The sword was executed so quickly that even with Murong Mingzhu's eyesight, it was difficult to tell when Song Changhuan handed out the sword.
As the saying goes, the only martial arts in the world is fast and unbreakable, and this is certainly true.
Xie Xiangcai couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and turned his head to confirm to the fifth senior brother aside, "Senior brother, this swordsman Song's swordsmanship level must have already entered the realm of earth, right?"
Murong Mingzhu nodded slightly, then sighed and shook his head slowly, "It's not about entering, but retreating. I remember when I was still learning swordsmanship from my master, I heard that Master Song once broke into Sitong City alone and wielded his sword in the air. All the rivers running through the city were frozen and cut into two sections, the north and the south."
Prime Minister Xie was silent for a long time, and finally murmured with lingering fear, "The Broken River is just the right place."
The young man pondered for a moment and suddenly thought, "Senior brother, you said that there are countless powerful people gathered in Daqing. What ability does this emperor have to win all these people under his command?"
Murong Mingzhu's eyes changed slightly and she signaled to Xie Xiangcai to shut up.
There are countless spies in Ouchi in the capital, and their every word and deed has long been secretly monitored.
Murong Mingzhu conveyed her words to Xie Xiangcai in her heart.
"Strictly speaking, the Emperor does not have this ability, but does my junior brother know what is above the Emperor?"
The young man was stunned, frowned and said in a deep voice, "God?"
Murong Mingzhu nodded quietly, "Yes, it's Tian."
The young man asked, "Are there really gods or immortals?"
Murong Mingzhu stopped answering. He didn't even have a definite answer to this question in his mind.
After the two exchanged words, they heard a crisp sound, and the wooden sword in Song Changhuan's hand exploded instantly, sending debris flying everywhere.
Song Changhuan chuckled, swung his sleeves, put his hands into them to keep warm, and turned his gaze to Xie Xiangcai and Shen Lianxue, "Niece Shen, Junior Brother Xie, do you understand?"
Shen Lianxue shook his head hesitantly, and Xie Xiangcai nodded affirmatively.
The two looked at each other for a moment, looking at each other playfully, the atmosphere was subtle.
Xie Xiangcai looked down slowly, curled his lips slightly, and said in a very soft voice, "Miss Shen, you have gotten bigger..."
Shen Lianxue's cheeks instantly turned red, she was so angry that she almost wanted to run away.
Xie Xiangcai burst out laughing when he saw this, and after saying goodbye to Song Changhuan, he took Murong Mingzhu's arm and walked away under Li Chongxiao's complicated eyes.
The young man and his fifth senior brother were walking out of the courtyard, and when they were about to walk out of the alley, they suddenly stopped and recalled their previous ridicule to Shen Lianxue, and couldn't help but snicker.
Murong Mingzhu knocked Xie Xiangcai's little head, "You are a young man and you are flirting with women. If your little prime minister in the school finds out, what will be the consequences?"
The young man's expression froze, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and whispered, "What are you talking about, senior brother, we are just friends now..."
Murong Mingzhu was noncommittal and looked up at the familiar eaves not far away, her eyes slightly distracted, "Cherish the people in front of you."
The young man clenched his fists and subconsciously tightened the Fengyun Sword at his waist, "Brother, my sword is not fast enough or strong enough."
Murong Mingzhu turned her head and bent her knees slightly, her eyes were level with Xie Xiangcai, "If you don't dare to draw the sword, you can't blame the sword, let alone complain."
The young man was silent.
Murong Mingzhu straightened up and smiled with some relief, "Junior brother is smart in martial arts and swordsmanship, but why is he so dull in his feelings? Why do he have to stab the paper window in front of him with a sword?"
The young man seems to understand but not understand, seems to be stupid but not stupid.
The young man was half confused and half stunned, not sure.
