The big man who was almost like having the word "death" on his forehead continued: "Situ Zhuxiang earned his reputation by fighting with strong men. When he heard that such a peerless sword had come out, he hurriedly submitted a challenge to the Sword Palace. He planned to use his own gold ingot sword to fight against the sword that banished the immortal. After learning about this, the son of the current palace owner of the Sword Palace, the 'Liu Li Sword Marquis' Wang Pei took the initiative to ask for help, and made an appointment with Situ Zhu to be the best in this city in the center of the river. The battle on the Star Tower is scheduled for tonight..."
Qiu Jin asked, "Isn't the son of the current palace lord Wang Xian?"
The man shook his head, "That's long gone. Wang Qinghong has been locked up in life and death for several years. Now the head of the Sword Palace is Wang Chixia, Wang Pei's father, not Wang Xun's father."
After Qiu Jin understood, he nodded.
Ling Zhen recalled the role play he saw in Pinghu Town.
He knew that back then, Qiu Jin had snatched the black sword from Wang Qinghong's hand to open the door in front of Wang Pei.
The big man was very proud. He squinted his eyes and smiled: "Tonight happens to be the annual lantern festival in Jiangxin City. At that time, you can enjoy the lanterns and watch the battle at the same time. How wonderful! How wonderful!"
"When I heard that my brother was here, I spent 800 taels to watch the competition?"
Qiu Jin asked.
The big man nodded, took out four bills, waved them in front of Qiu Jin, and said proudly: "The best viewing seats downstairs for the Stars have been sold for nearly 5,000 taels, and the smaller ones cost one thousand taels." A few more taels. The brothers pooled together 800 taels and bought these four seats. Although they were a little further back, they could still see clearly. Such a shocking battle would be rare for ordinary people in their lifetime. Once you see it, if you can understand some sword moves or sword intentions from the competition between the two, you will be able to use it in your life. It is not something that can be measured by a few taels of silver. This money is worth spending, haha, it is worth it! "
Ling Zhen was overjoyed, "Now the ticket is secured."
"Then, is there any other place where I can buy this ticket?"
Qiu Jin pretended to be asking questions.
"No, no, don't look at what time it is. The competition will start in a few hours. Where are the tickets for sale?"
The big man raised his eyebrows and said.
Qiu Jin sighed, "Those four brothers, can you give up these four tickets to me?"
As soon as these words came out, the four big men were stunned, and then they all burst out laughing. One of them laughed and said: "Who are you? Why do you want me to give up the tickets that I finally bought?" for you?"
Qiu Jin chuckled and pressed his palms on the table, stimulating the cold energy in his body. In an instant, the food and wine on the table were covered with thick frost.
I will follow you well.
Not giving? Then I'll be tough.
If you don't want to drink a toast, then you'll be fine and give me a drink.
"This...this is...Frost Art!"
One of the big men shouted in a trembling voice, "You are from Leng... Leng's Sword... Sword Sect!"
Qiu Jin did not answer, with a gloomy face, and continued to use the secret technique of the Sword Sect, Frost Art. Soon, the entire table was condensed into a solid ice sculpture, and the surrounding area became cold.
Seeing such miraculous skills, all four people's bones were gone, and they all fell to their knees at Qiu Jin's feet, as if their bones had been ripped out.
Ling Zhen chuckled and said, "I had known it would be like this. I can already guess Brother Qiu's temper and behavior."
The big man holding four bills shouted: "I would like to dedicate these bills to the hero. Please spare the lives of the four of us!"
Qiu Jin took the four tickets to watch the battle from his hand, lowered his body, leaned into his ear and said: "Actually, I am that big bastard Qiu Jin. The strongest forged sword in fifty years opened the door. I stole it."
As soon as he heard this, the big man's mind went "buzzing" for an instant, and his eyes suddenly turned black. When all thoughts were lost, he even threw the thought of kowtow and begging for mercy out of his mind.
"You call me a bastard, and I don't care about that, because I am a bastard to begin with, and this is beyond reproach."
Qiu Jin said with a dark face, "But Jian Feng, the leader of the Peach Blossom Sect, is my sworn brother. If you dare to speak ill of him behind his back, I won't let you go so easily!"
The big man's face was ashen and he couldn't even cry.
"Here, stick your tongue out."
Qiu Jin said slowly and cheerfully.
Ling Zhen turned his head and didn't look.
So as not to affect appetite.
The big man hesitated for a while, and in order to survive, he had no choice but to obediently stick out a piece of his tongue.
"Stretch it all out."
Qiu Jin's unyielding way.
The big man was really helpless and finally stuck out his entire tongue.
Ye Yiran closed his eyes and refused to look at this destined bloody scene.
With a flash of green light, Qiu Jin used the Three Thousand Bones Sword in the Lingshu Sword Box again. The flying sword was extremely sharp and cut off the big man's tongue from its root. Most of it was bloody. The red tongue fell to the ground.
The big man covered his bleeding mouth with a look of pain on his face.
"Well, you said my brother wasn't romantic enough just now? Why, are you very romantic?"
Qiu Jin said coldly, "Then I will make it impossible for you to be romantic in your life!"
With a movement of his fingers, he controlled the green sword energy to fly towards the big man's crotch.
The big man suddenly let out a miserable cry and fainted from the pain on the spot.
Ling Zhen only felt a little cold down there, and took a sip of wine to calm down.
Whoever you mess with, don’t mess with my brother Qiu.
"For the rest of your life, you can only hold hands with girls."
After Qiu Jin said these words, under the horrified eyes of everyone in the restaurant, he turned back to his seat, raised the spectator ticket in his hand, and faced Leng Juan, Ye Yiran with the fox in his arms, and his good brother Ling. Zhen said: "Four tickets, just enough seats for us. Let's go to the theater!"
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Mizhou, Jiangxin City.
Tonight there is the annual "Lantern Festival" in the city. Whenever the event comes, the whole ancient city will become extremely lively.
Although ordinary people cannot afford those expensive, gorgeous and ostentatious giant lanterns, they can spend a few coins and buy a few "lanterns" with slightly rough craftsmanship and let them fly at midnight.
Lamp, also known as "praying lamp".
As the name suggests, this kind of lantern is mostly used for folk prayers. People will write their beautiful visions for the future on the lantern paper with piety and pray for blessings. The wishes on the paper will one day come true.
There is a majestic and majestic building in the center of the city, called "Reaching for the Stars". This building was first initiated by the local prefect Liu Chengshuang. Later, many wealthy businessmen jointly invested in it and hired a large number of famous craftsmen and drafting supervisors. Such a gathering of manpower and material resources also consumed a lot of money. It took three years to complete.
The building is about ten feet high and has five floors. It has cornices, carved beams and painted pillars, and the top is covered with colorful glazed tiles, making it extremely magnificent.
There are more than a thousand big lights in the building. Every night, the whole high-rise building is dazzling, like a shining golden pagoda, infinitely majestic.
It was already midnight, but Jiangxin City seemed like daylight.
The full moon is bright and clear, like a jade plate embedded in the sky, pouring down a thick silver glow.
Thousands of lamps filled with beautiful wishes, together with the bright stars, decorate the boundless sky.
Moonlight, stars.
Lined with thousands of lights.
The roof of the Star Building is in the shape of a hanging mountain. The top surface is divided into two slopes, front and rear, with a high convex ridge in the middle.
At this moment, there were two men holding swords standing on the top spine of this five-story building.
At the west end of the spine, a man who looked like a middle-aged monk stood majestically.
This man was one foot tall, with a waist ten circumferences wide. He was wrapped in an extraordinary black and red robe, with a string of round Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. His face was covered with curly beard, and his eyes were ferocious, just like a tiger, leopard or jackal.
At the east end of the spine stands a man who looks like a young handsome man.
But I saw that he was about eight feet tall, with a long body and an upright body. He was wearing a noble yellow and purple brocade robe, with a piece of crystal jade hanging around his waist. His face was like a crown jade, and his eyes were as penetrating as the water of the Peach Blossom Pond.
The two of them looked directly at their opponents. The scene was like a Yue Zhi Yuan Ting, and the atmosphere was stagnant!
