"Congratulations to Brother Jiang, congratulations to Brother Jiang. With Senior Luo's title today, your character and martial arts skills have finally become famous!"
Fan Xinghan came to congratulate him cheerfully, and he was the one who smiled the most among the group. He thought that this way he could finally repay Jiang Wen for his previous help, and it would also push the Wuyi Sect's reputation to a higher level.
Jiang Wen, who suddenly had a happy event in the crowd, was unhappy. He stared at Fan Xinghan and whispered: "Brother Fan, I heard that your nickname is 'Iron Beggar'?"
Fan Xinghan was a little embarrassed and kept saying: "They are all lies made by fellow Jianghu people. They cannot be taken seriously."
But Jiang Wen, who was worried, refused to give up and continued to ask: "I just heard what you said, and it seems that I don't agree with this title. How about I return the favor?"
Then when he met Fan Xinghan's doubtful eyes, Jiang Wen suggested seriously: "How about we exchange half of our nicknames. My name is 'Iron Sword', and you call me 'Junzi Beggar' instead?"
Fan Xinghan ran away as if he had seen a ghost and disappeared into the noisy crowd.
So Jiang Wen had no choice but to look around in confusion, dealing with the martial arts people who were flocking to congratulate him, and then led Zhou Long and Yuan Ziyi to find the location of several disciples of the Wuyi Sect.
These two people had just offended the Red Flower Club severely, and Jiang Wen was worried that they would take advantage of the chaos to retaliate.
"Luo has something else to do today, and I would like to ask all my martial arts colleagues to witness it!"
1. After a sound, Gongmen, who was named "Zi" by the four fields, found Pai Lian Xiaomi's position and signaled to the musicians that they could stop. It was also because of the position of the musicians that he finally met up with San's disciples.
"Congratulations to Master for making a name for himself at the Golden Basin Washing Ceremony today."
Hong Wending said to Jiang Wen with a smile on his face. Although Jiang Wen knew that what this apprentice said was not malicious, he was suspicious of something secret. He always felt that there was another unspeakable meaning behind his mature expression.
"Wen Ding, master has been so kind to you and has never made you think about it. You can't repay kindness with enmity." Jiang Wen said worriedly.
Hong Wending replied without knowing what was going on: "Disciples don't dare."
Not only Hong Wending, but Xiao Shitou from behind also muttered congratulations along with everyone. His eyes had started to wander around. He was probably seriously thinking about where to queue for today's meal. Ever since he lived in Fuwei Escort Agency for a while, he was very interested in it. I am particularly enthusiastic about queuing up for meals.
Fu Ningdie was the only one who looked at Jiang Wen with her mouth shut, as if she was full of doubts about him being called a "gentleman".
"What are you looking at? Do you think Master I am happy to be called that?"
Jiang Wen waved his hand and drove Fu Ningdie away, and the little girl followed Yuan Ziyi quickly. Bu Bu Chao's name in Yu Men's family was self-discussed in Zhong Zi Shu Bu Bu, but Bu Party, let's not worry about raising Bu Huashan but not being able to compete with Shan Dang. There are still only two or three kittens left in the house, but at least they have worked hard for decades to establish their character, and even their martial arts have followed the path of elegance. Only then have they become modest, elegant, and elegant.
Qi Lianran, but he, Jiang, asked himself what his virtues and abilities are. He usually likes to give advice. Today, let alone the sword in the scabbard, he has not even shown the slightest bit of fist and palm skills. There are dozens or hundreds of people around him. How do you know that your martial arts skills are extraordinary and you keep asking for advice from me? If you have seen it, please ask for advice!
What's even more hateful is the old man with a white beard on the stage. He looks like Santa Claus. This mouth is much more powerful than his golden sword. After mocking Xu Tianhong's "Wu Zhuge" with the front foot, if he can't succeed in writing or martial arts, he will give it to himself. Established a "good reputation" as a "gentleman's sword"
But according to his logical analysis, isn't this also an uncivilized fool?
Pink man with spots on his temples. After I washed my hands in the golden basin today, I will no longer interfere with the affairs of the world. All the affairs of the Luo family will be handled by my only daughter, Luo Shuang'er. Fortunately, Luo Yuantong said it with certainty, but the eyes of the martial arts people in the audience couldn't help but focus on Looking at the charming girl beside him, it is difficult to imagine how this young woman with slender waist and slim body can support the powerful Luo family in the south of the world.
There are many martial arts schools in Lingnan. In the past two years, the Five Tigers School led by Feng Tiannan has been the most powerful, and there is a vague intention to strive for the top spot. This is why the Feng family is currently trying to make friends with Prince Pingnan. Once he can replace Luo Yuantong's position in Shang Kexi's eyes, the opportunity for the Five Tiger Clan to rise to prominence will be just around the corner.
People in the Jianghu thought that Lu Yuantong would take this opportunity to choose a suitable husband for Luo Shuang'er and support the Luo family's prestige in the future. This was also thought by old friends, including Zhou Zhongying,
So now everyone is shocked by Luo Yuantong's shocking decision.
To put it bluntly, it's just four words: He De He Neng.
"However, people are not like grass and trees, so how can they give up the thought of licking their calves. From now on, my daughter will also travel in the world, and there will inevitably be dangers. I need the help of all my friends in the world. Luo is very grateful."
After that, the Luo family disciples standing on both sides removed the gold basin for washing hands and replaced it with a pair of pearwood boxes that were more than four feet tall. Then they retreated to the left and right, leaving only the father and daughter on the stage.
"Look, Master Jiang, that's the treasured sword we guarded along the way. It's finally going to show its true form today!"
Zhou Long said excitedly that after the commotion in the venue, the seats had been readjusted, and the distance between them had also changed. For example, the heroes of the Red Flower Club occupied the seats near the door of the house, surrounded by several small sects, mostly Hubei comrades, while the Xinghan Clan, Tiedan Village, and Songyang Clan also sat separately.
The remaining gang forces were in the inner courtyard, relying on each other, and there was still a vague opposition. Jiang Wen also found that several Sichuan East sects that he had never seen suddenly appeared around Fan Xinghan. Brown linen short clothes remained silent.
At this time, more than a dozen Vajra Sect disciples gathered around the Wuyi Sect. When they saw that the sword was about to appear, they immediately started making noises with pride. They served as the atmosphere team very competently. They all stretched their necks and looked forward to it. His strange appearance made people around him curious, and people lamented Luo Yuantong's decision to distribute invitations to this small Shanxi sect. Their presence was truly worth the money.
Fei Wanguan built a magic weapon, I think he won't be disappointed.
Jiang Wen has seen magical weapons before. They can often last for thousands of years and still remain sharp, which is frightening. However, he has always believed that the so-called dragon roaring in a box and an angry bull fighting are just family idioms. No one in the world has ever seen a sword that can do anything. Entering water and turning into a dragon, taking people's heads on their own.
But before the sword in Luo Yuantong's hand showed its shape, there was already a clear, loud and melodious sound in the wooden box. The sound was like a bell or a chime when it was first heard, and it was like a chime when it was heard again. With a thousand twists and turns, with your eyes closed, it seems like thousands of acres of blue waves are moving, and the deep grass on the lakeside is singing in unison with insects.
After the sound reaches the end and becomes clearer, it suddenly differentiates into different meanings of high and low frequencies, as if grasshoppers, praying mantises, crickets, and moths are appearing one after another in the grass during the frightening season.
I can hear a sense of vitality and competition among all kinds of insects.
The strange sound whetted people's appetites. Luo Yuantong took out the knife and held out a four-foot-two-inch long sword with his right hand alone. The blade of this knife is three feet long, and the handle is one foot and two inches long. The blade line is like a stream of autumn water, slender.
It seemed like child's play to the tall Luo Yuantong, but it suited Luo Shuang'er's body perfectly. Jiang Wen touched his chin and looked at it from a distance, only to feel that the shape of the knife did not match the shape. It was supposed to be the Luo family, the famous golden sword in the world, no. As for making this mistake.
It is recorded in "Jixiao New Book: Long Knife Making" that a long knife should be "no longer than five feet long, and a copper blade ruler should be used at the back. The handle is one foot and five inches long, making a total of six feet and five inches, and weighs two kilograms and eight taels."
This shows that the long sword of the Ming Dynasty was imitated from the Japanese sword. The inch-to-inch ratio of the long sword was the same as that of Qi Shao. Everyone either understood or was confused. They were also wondering how a single sword could suddenly make a clear sound, but they found that Luo Yuantong did not stop after taking out the long sword. Then he took out a knife from the wooden box that was two feet eight inches long and had a slender short blade that was nine inches long. The style was still unprecedented.
At this time, he looked at the stage and finally saw that there were two swords, a long and a short, in the box. The handles were heavily wrapped with cyan silk threads, and the radiance was shining brightly, so that the cold blade of the sword was also dyed cyan, like a piece of green bamboo.
However, the collision can produce such a soul-stirring sound, which shows that the forging process is extraordinary. Under the magnificent appearance, there is still an elusive murderous intent. The name of the sword is Hanwang Qingdao. It is made by a famous craftsman in Xiaoxiang and is made of gold, silver, copper and iron. The five colors of tin and tin are combined into it. On the day it is cast, thousands of people sing in unison. There is always a sad and desolate air on the blade. The edge is like severe frost. When it enters the water, it turns blue and black. At night, it becomes black like lacquer. Luo Yuantong said in a deep voice, as a famous sword appraiser. His eyes were full of fascination, and then the look of decadence was gone, and he suddenly threw the long knife into the air.
"Take the knife!"
He moved with a sound, his body swayed and he already jumped into the air. He caught the long knife in the air with a flying movement that was like the boatman's fist. Then he easily took away the short knife thrown by Luo Yuantong. One long and one short were held in his hands like butterflies. , the lights of swords and shadows were dazzling.
What Luo Shuang'er now wields is not the Yuanyang Sword that can fit together, but a double-blade sword for foot combat. It seems to combine some styles of the Nanyue Kingdom and the Dong Sword, with one long and one short being the exterior and interior of each other.
Jiang Wen suddenly discovered that the pair of green knives echoed the ancient Minyue bronze sword on his waist, and the ancient charm of the Qin and Han Dynasties seemed to have a certain artistic conception.
Luo Shuang'er's movement skills are strange, but they are not as eye-catching as the double-sword technique she uses. She is nimble and dexterous on the stage, like a pair of swallows flying among the willows in spring, and like a mandarin duck cutting waves on bright water. I saw her moving up and down, turning around as she wished, holding a white blade in her slender fingers like a branch of flowers, her handsome eyes were wandering, her lips were smiling, she was indescribably charming and charming.
"Master, what does King Han's green sword mean?"
Bo Ningdie's question interrupted Jiang Wen's gaze. Her focus was obviously on a very strange place, but she just stopped Jiang Wen's question.
"Well, the word "King of Han" may refer to Nie Zheng's assassination of the Han puppet Bai Hong Guanri. Master, I don't know whether the green sword refers to the color or the shape."
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Wen continued.
"This sword technique can be used both offensively and defensively. It is exquisite and unique. What is even more valuable is that the length and size of these moves seem to be designed according to Luo Shuang'er's appearance, and the amount of mental energy consumed in them is countless...
Jiang Wen sighed in a low voice, giving a very fair evaluation of this sword technique. Women are slightly less powerful but more flexible. Therefore, the sword technique has strengthened the wandering part of the body and deleted the hard force of opening and closing. It is a new approach to the technique. It can be regarded as a unique skill if practiced to the highest level. However, toward the long distance
, the prototype of this kung fu should be a strong and domineering sword technique. The moves specially designed by a famous master not only made Luo Shuang'er's skill at a young age, but also hindered her from learning from others. The superior sword technique in the eyes of public opinion,
"The Hu family's swordsmanship is similar. On the surface, the swordsmanship is exquisite and strange. It does not rely on force to hit force. The moves are slow and reserved. However, there is also the yin and yang principle of the art of war in the softness, and there is also a fierceness in the restraint.
Bright moves are just to uncover the secrets of your opponent.
You, no matter what Xiang knows, such sword skills are really pleasing to the eye. Looking around Jiang Jian, there are already many people in the audience with crazy expressions and forgetting about everything. They just focus on teaching Luo Shuang'er how to dance the sword. Good family, no, then Wen Tailai, the fourth leader of the Honghua Society and the Thunderbolt Master, was looking at Luo Shuang'er without saying a word. He couldn't come back to his senses after dancing for a long time.
"Well, you are worthy of being a descendant of the Luo family! It's worth my trip to come here in the rain!"
Suddenly, there was another noise outside the gate of Luo Mansion. Through the rain curtain, a tall man in Chinese clothes was seen striding forward with his head held high. His eyes were thick, his eyebrows were straight and his nose was straight. He seemed to be like a dragon and a tiger, but his eyes were unruly. It's hard to hide his appearance, but his demeanor is a little more dandy after all.
"Uncle Luo, I'm here today to propose marriage to sister Shuang'er. The generous gifts have been delivered to the door. Don't be surprised if you're late because of all the worldly matters!"
His voice was extremely loud, and there was a hint of alcohol as he spoke, but everyone present felt as if they had seen a ghost. They always felt that they had seen the same scene before, and even the people who said similar words were still there.
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The slightly drunk man in Chinese attire was dissatisfied with the martial arts people blocking the way, so he stretched out his hand to push aside the people and try to force his way through. As he got closer and closer, he saw everyone's eyes turning to him. At this time, in the Honghua Club seat closest to the door of the mansion, a white-robed scribe slowly stood up and blocked the man in rich clothes who rushed straight into the lobby.
"Brother, today's Golden Pen Washing Ceremony has different hosts and guests. Please take a seat and wait for a while. Don't make any loud noises."
Chen Jialuo said it very euphemistically. He was slightly smaller than the other party in stature, but he had a sense of neither being humble nor arrogant, just like the green pines and green bamboos that had weathered the frost and snow.
"Get out of my way!"
The man in the attire frowned, and stretched out his hand to push Chen Jialuo, but Chen Jialuo was already prepared. He raised his shoulders to shake off the opponent's grasp, planted his feet firmly, and pushed back. The force suddenly made a sound from the ground, and the man in the attire's hand Even though the crowd behind them could not help but remain motionless, they were all confident in Chen Jialuo's score. However, after a brief exchange, they discovered that just when the man in the Chinese uniform staggered back, Chen Jialuo's footsteps also moved a few steps, and his originally fair face appeared. There was a trace of sickly blood, which was obviously Cang Shujian's movement power being disrupted.
Come on, I haven’t played yet, but I’m angry but I haven’t reached it yet. I don’t have a teacher. My other master is many. Bai Jiangwen pointed in the distance, but was snatched by Yuan Ziyi and said in vain, "Master Jiang, what are you talking about?" How many people in the world can achieve this level? Isn’t it too overwhelming?”
"This is because you don't know something. There is no hope in this kind of martial arts death training. You must use external force to break through.
Jiang Wen pointed at the group of musicians behind him with a proud look on his face, indicating that he was aware of all the magical powers.
"If he can strictly follow the rhythm of the music, just like dancing with flowing clouds and flowing water, defeating the enemy with the palm of his fist, he will be able to roam the rivers and lakes like the ancients before him, and rarely encounter an opponent who is almost invincible."
"I don't believe it, you're lying to me."
Zi Yi unceremoniously exposed Jiang Wen, but said firmly: "Don't underestimate the heroes of the world. There are people in the world who make great progress in martial arts every time a sonorous piece of music is played, and they are sure to win without defeat."
The fight between the two had come to an end. Luo Yuantong had already frowned and stared at the door of the mansion and said in a deep voice: "Today's Golden Basin Washing Ceremony, the rules of the river and lake prohibit the use of force. Do you want to make an enemy of me?" Old Hero Luo Qian said. Don’t get me wrong, we came today with no intention of using force to violate the prohibition, it’s just that this hero took action first.”
A rather oily Taoist voice came from behind the man in Chinese attire. He supported the swaying man in Chinese attire and started talking. Then a figure dressed as a warlock appeared, followed by two tall and thick Taoist boys.
"That's nonsense. It was clearly your people who used force first!"
Wu Zhuge and Xu Tianhong couldn't help but stood up and pointed at the warlock.
"This is wrong. If you have never practiced martial arts, how can you talk about using martial arts?"
But the warlock calmly dodged his fingers, proudly stroking his beard and lying with his eyes open, "My eldest son is obviously born with divine power."
This heavy rain is coming, and it seems to never stop. The cold water gradually rises, making the alleys become quieter. Even if they are caught off guard, it seems that even the bones are filled with rain, which is shaking the people in the city under the itchy skin. Most of them couldn't bear the disturbance and could only huddle under the square eaves, looking up at the gray sky with melancholy. Only the vendors and residents who had to go out for business would hold paper umbrellas and wear bamboo hats to brave the slippery rainy roads. Wen Yuqin, who was closed for rest, naturally didn't walk very fast, so he had enough time to pay attention around.
Along the way, he saw a bustling mansion, with noises like roaring mountains and tsunami coming from inside. There seemed to be musicians from a theater troupe, playing tunes with extremely weird syllables and rhythms, mingling with the bustling bustle. It seemed that there was another group of people. The warriors in the Jianghu community drew their swords and chopped off pillars, not knowing what to say.
Travelers from all over the world braved frost and rain to travel around. It is said that if they could not check all the cities in the southeast, northwest and northwest in one day, they would never let go of their goods. What's more, they were even stranded for more than a month, and ordered their whole families to tremble in the wind and rain, just to guard the cars and boats. The wealth above is not lost, and this is the case with ruthless people.
The city of Guangzhou that he recalled also had lanterns all over the streets and markets, and the sky was always shining on the mink fur. However, the joyful things he had enjoyed in his youth only gave him a sense of sadness as he grew older. This made him feel that the state's culture and atmosphere were passing by. In Wuyang City, the hometown of Panyu, people are proud of the poetry and etiquette passed down from generation to generation. Only the fourth generation hairpin is the most precious thing. Even in restaurants and restaurants, there is the sound of poetry and wine singing. Whenever a famous piece is recited, it will be copied by everyone. Paper is expensive in Luoyang.
The original Donggao was the place where Zhong Ming Ding was eating, and the hometown of the Poetry Society was also here. At that time, people in the city, regardless of gender, always liked to decorate themselves with flowers. Their hair was tied up in a bun, and it was always decorated with frangipani flowers.
Today, in Guangzhou Prefecture, gangsters are dominating the market, literary men in Huihui Lane are struggling; profit dealers are everywhere coming and going, and Henan flower households are baring their fields. However, after more than ten years of spring accumulation, the sound of the fruit city has turned into a Such cowardice and pursuit of fame and wealth disappeared, but as he grew older, he became unconscious. He neither knew how to govern the world nor could he manage a family. In his sleep, he always remembered the young man Chunshan who took the exam together. I suddenly scratched my head, but my head has already turned gray. Complaints are just complaints after all. Speaking out will only make people laugh. Moreover, these strong men can only say a few words in front of their old friends now. At least they will not be like the old wives at home who insist on taking out the big house with four doors, green curtains, carriages and horses that they brag about every day. Where else can I find this? I can't just say that I sold all my heads when they were on sale!
Thinking of it, only the ancestral house is still intact in the wind and rain, and the rich carriages and horses that have passed by for decades are all left with the rims and horse bones buried shallowly in the deserted city. Suddenly, the pedestrians in the distance were the first to panic. The uneasiness spread instantly along with the noise, and a group of people in brocade clothes were seen galloping with angry horses, coming in the city under the banner of Prince Pingnan's Palace.
Continuously, the water splashed when stepped on,
But even later, the whip will be coming, and pedestrians and traders are always unable to dodge and have to lie down in the street. The chaos has not subsided, but the group of people is already in an uproar and no one pays attention.
The people in the pavilion alley slowly poked their heads out, and became even more stunned. It seemed that the wind and rain falling all over the sky were their sighs, so there was no need to say a word all day long.
After a while, his cyan cloth robe was torn, and most of his body was splashed with water. The miserable water vapor penetrated his body along the cuffs, and his ankles were numb where they were bumped by the stone foundation. itch. The old man in green shirt climbed up from the pile and looked around in confusion.
"Hey, it's not dignified..."
He staggered up from the water, hid under the eaves and checked that the bundle in his sleeve was safe and sound. Then he sighed with relief and limped toward the east.
A few stumbles are not a problem. After all, today is the day for him and his old friends to have a poetry society meeting, so they can't be delayed.
He laughs at himself that he has been busy with his mouth all his life, and his career has become ridiculous as he gets older. As he gets older, he feels more and more that his energy is getting worse. Wen Yuqin now relies on private schools as a financial support, and spends the rest of his time on private studies. He is often too ignorant to distinguish between the poor and the poor, and makes strange rumors about Mo Ruxia Yueyue. ·
Old age makes me forgetful, but Long Toutou has never been late to get together with his old friends on this day. He must be the first person to arrive every time.
The contents of the bag were Lu'an melon slices that he had begged from his old wife before going out. Although they were just scraps sold in tea shops and not worth much, they were even cheaper at the poetry society gathering back then. But now we often wrap it in linen and brew it with hot water. It refreshes you in the cold winter and relieves the heat in the hot summer. It tastes more delicious. The tea must be sliced with Liu'an cantaloupe, and the wine must be made with green bamboo leaves in spring.
This bamboo leaf green wine is not rare at all, but it is an ancient recipe collected by Qingzhu Weng, a famous scholar in Taiyuan. He first brews yellow wine with bamboo leaves to get the skin, and then buys Linfen fine wine to make the bones. The fragrance is shaped like jasper, and it is smooth when you take a sip. Apart from the annoyance, my old friend commented that Yan had the taste of Lao Zhuang. It is no wonder that the old owner Qingzhu Weng kept it and was unwilling to reveal it to others until the wine was sweet.
But today’s wine is not easy to buy either.
The Shanxi Fenjiu is still there, but I don’t know if it was adulterated or if the seal was leaked. It always tastes of salty and astringent. At the suggestion of Wen Yuqin, the friend of Mintan, he had already switched to the home of a girl who came to drink. He was on guard against the entrance. , Do not do it, it is the taste of true love. In the eyes of others, it is enough to sigh that old friends come and go, and whoever comes to sleep together has tea in the afternoon. Tea wine is no longer what it used to be. Although my old friend has never been critical, Wen Yuqin also knows that the bitterness of tea wine is not conducive to long-lasting taste, so he braved the heavy rain and broke into a pastry shop.
According to him, using mung beans as bait can clear the mind and improve the eyesight, and the poems recited at that time will be more elegant, so you might as well prepare more.
So Wen Yuqin entered the store with a straight face, rolled up the overnight mung bean pastry, wrapped it in water-proof lotus leaves, carefully put it into his sleeve, and then walked towards the east gate, half squeezing and half pacing.
The road became narrower and narrower, and there were fewer and fewer people. After exiting the east gate, the continuous houses in Guangzhou City finally disappeared, leaving only the majestic green hills washed by the heavy rain - a mountain for pedestrians. Gaofu, which can be seen two or three miles away, has a pavilion on the mountain. It is the place where Wen Yuqin will have an annual gathering with his old friends to recite poems.
Wen Yuqin had just been knocked down by a man and horse. At this time, the more he walked, the more he felt the pain in his ankle. He had to breathe heavily step by step and continued to climb while looking at the stone pavilion in the mountain. A large amount of sweat crisscrossed along the wrinkles on his forehead. Finally, he finally Rolled to the ground and shattered.
In the south wind, he picked up the broken umbrella that could not be pushed away, cut through the tall grass, and walked towards the pavilion. Only to find that there was already a scribe in Zengyi standing in the pavilion, facing the wind and rain in the clear city alone.
"Where do you come from, Your Excellency? This pavilion is old and useful. I wonder if I can part with it?"
Wen Yuqin asked a little frustrated.
Ziyi scribe said with a Jiangnan accent:
The younger generation was passing by Jiangmen and suddenly encountered a storm and had nowhere to go. I was afraid that my father-in-law would be disappointed. '
It doesn't matter, my old friends haven't arrived yet. "
Wen Yuqin was extremely tired and could only look at the wind and rain in the sky and said in vain.
"Hey, I should have shaved my face yesterday, but I forgot about it in the heavy rain. It's really shameful."
Wen Yuqin sat down in the pavilion, still mumbling, and hurriedly tried to comb his hair through the rain. After struggling for a long time, he didn't know where to start. After all, the tasseled crown had long since disappeared, and he could only touch his bare scalp.
“Indecent.…
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