Standing on the sword platform, you can overlook the entire sword pavilion.
The scenery including the snowfields is also much wider.
Jiange Senior Brother Ge Bingguang originally wanted to give Jiang Wuji a show of strength, but in the end, his face became a little gloomy.
As for Jiang Wuji, in order to show off his skills, he used a little strange power, but it had little effect.
"Brother, you're fine."
Shen Heng was wearing a robe embroidered with gold silk and clouds, with wide sleeves that overlapped the front and back. With his long flowing cloud hair and the rolling snow-capped mountains behind him, he had an air of immortality.
Ji Xinghai was wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket. Compared with Shen Heng, he looked like a villager in the mountains, without the slightest look of a master.
When he was at the Wu family, Jiang Wuji specifically inquired about the forces in the snowfield, and asked Wan'er before coming.
Tingfeng Jiange had five grand masters in the past, and the name of Jiange was also given at that time.
However, the good times did not last long. The three elders who founded the Jiange died in a chaotic battle for the snow lotus. One of the other two masters died of illness and the other ran away.
Ji Xinghai and Shen Heng became grand masters later, but by the time Jiange was passed to their generation, they were already almost lonely.
Excluding Ji Xinghai, there is only one old grandmaster in Jiange: Shen Heng, and then there is the new grandmaster Ge Bingguang.
Perhaps it was because of being so lonely that Shen Heng tried his best to curry favor with Han Tianmen, who was in full swing.
After all, an old grandmaster is really not enough to see in this snowy field.
…
Ji Xinghai shook the snowflakes off his body and said with a smile, "Yes, long time no see, junior brother."
"Have you read the post carefully?" Shen Heng asked.
Ji Xinghai: "Junior brother's conversation is still annoying. Am I here? No need to ask."
"What post? What are you talking about?" Ji Xiaowan, who was not in a situation, asked quickly.
Just now she felt strange why her father went up the mountain so early and was alone.
Now that I hear the post, I am naturally more sensitive than others.
Shen Heng remained silent, while Ji Xinghai smiled and rubbed his girl's head: "You know how to discuss swords."
"Just discussing swords?"
"Otherwise? It's impossible for brothers to fight to the death."
"father……"
"Okay, dad has his own sense of discretion."
After comforting Wan'er, Ji Xinghai's eyes fell on Shen Heng again: "Before that, there is something that needs to be dealt with first."
Shen Heng: "Senior brother, it doesn't matter if you say it."
"Rongrong doesn't want to get married, so don't get married."
"Senior brother is joking. The engagement has been agreed and the betrothal gift has been received. Is there any reason not to marry?"
"You know the Hantianmen's activities better than I do. Rongrong is your biological daughter. Are you really that heartless?"
"Heartless? Senior brother said I was heartless?"
Shen Heng shook his head and said: "I advised you the year you realized Ting Chao Jian, Ting Feng Jian is Ting Feng Jian, don't say anything about Ting Chao Jian, but you must not listen."
"When Tingchao Sword came out, there were more rumors in the world. It is said that Tingfeng Sword is not as good as Tingchao Sword."
"I want to win you, win you openly and openly in front of the world, but what about you? You talk about fratricide, and you say that it is better to listen to the trend than to listen to the wind. Can outsiders listen to these words?"
Shen Heng's mood became a little excited, and his eyes were full of anger from Gu Jing Wubo at the beginning.
"I tried hard to persuade you to agree to fight with me, but what happened to you happened before dawn!"
"With you gone, I am the only grandmaster left in Jiange."
"You know how tragic this snowfield is. How can I stand on it as a master?"
"During the time you disappeared, do you know what Jiange went through?"
"My disciples are being bullied outside. Even I don't dare to go out at will. Even the snow lotus collection point left by Master has been taken over by others!"
"I'm dying, never having a good night's sleep, clinging to this three-acre piece of land!"
"What am I doing? Isn't it just to protect Master's inheritance! To protect Master's instructions before his death!"
"It's good for you to just ignore it, but now you still call me heartless?"
"Who harmed me for trying to please Han Tianmen? Let me ask you, who harmed me!"
The roar echoed for a long time.
Not only Jiang Wuji, but also the disciples under the sword platform were stunned for a while.
Unexpectedly, a large part of the responsibility for Jiange's defeat lies with Ji Xinghai.
Jiang Wuji sighed heartily.
Perhaps, this is the case in the world, with grievances and grievances, ups and downs, and in the end no one is right and everyone is wrong.
After a long time, Ji Xinghai said: "Yes, I was young and frivolous at the time. After I realized the Tingchao Sword, I was unwilling to stay here. I just wanted to go out and have a try."
"But...the sun and the moon alternate, dynasties rise and fall, loneliness and prosperity are the reincarnation of heaven. Even the Wu family at the foot of the mountain cannot guarantee that they will never be defeated."
"Master's instructions before his death were for us to pass on the Tingfeng Sword instead of clinging to the sword pavilion."
"Senior brother, there's no need to say more." Shen Heng didn't want to say any more.
But Ji Xinghai was beaten continuously and obviously couldn't listen.
"Junior brother, stop being stubborn. Master had the intention to disband the sword pavilion when he was still alive. He doesn't want to see his disciples die in vain on this snowy field."
"Hantian Sect used living people to test medicine, and how many innocent people were killed? With such a sect, can you really trust Rongrong to them? Junior brother..."
"Senior brother!" Shen Heng roared.
"Senior brother, did you forget the words on the post?"
"Since senior brother cares about Rongrong so much, please use the Tingchao Sword to defeat my Tingfeng Sword!"
"If you can defeat me, I will give you the position of Pavilion Master with both hands! Senior brother, you will have the final say not only about Rongrong's marriage, but also the direction of the Sword Pavilion!"
Hearing this, Jiang Wuji and others all looked shocked.
Unexpectedly, this sword debate actually involved the position of Pavilion Master.
This is probably going to be a life and death situation... Jiang Wuji realized that things were developing in an uncontrollable direction.
However, just when Ji Xinghai was about to accept the challenge, Jiang Wuji suddenly stood up and said.
"Wait a minute, you two, listen to me."
"Who are you?" Shen Heng raised his eyebrows impatiently.
Jiang Wuji smiled and patted the silver knife on his waist, then took out the token given by Fathead Fish.
"Fengtiansi Silver Sword, Jiang Wuji."
Fengtian sword bearer? This matter... Luo Wangling? Shen Heng didn't expect Jiang Wuji's background to be so big. Although Jianghu's power did not concern the court, the Fengtian Division established by the empress was still extremely fearful.
After all, big and small forces in the world can stand firm with one or two grandmasters. If they have a Jade Bone Grandmaster, they can be ranked first.
As for Fengtian Division, there are more than ten grandmasters, not to mention Feng Shanhe, the master of Huayi...
"What do you want to say?"
Jiang Wuji put away the token and said with a warm smile: "I don't know the grudge between Pavilion Master Shen and Uncle Ji, but I can tell that both of you value Master's advice."
"As the saying goes, the fire is passed down from generation to generation. Whether it is establishing a sect or traveling around the world, the traces a person can leave in the world cannot escape the final word."
"inherited."
"That being the case, I believe that which one is stronger between Tingchao Sword and Tingfeng Sword should not be decided by two people, but rather based on inheritance."
"Based on inheritance? Do you want to ask our disciples to discuss swordsmanship for their master?" Shen Heng asked.
Jiang Wuji nodded: "Exactly."
"No matter how deep your attainments are, you are now over fifty years old. Whether it is Tingchao Sword or Tingfeng Sword, if there is really a distinction between high and low in future generations, how can it be decided by the two of you? "
"There are so many secrets circulating in the market, but most of them have been reduced to hearsay, and their inheritance has been cut off. How can we talk about their level, strength, or weakness?"
Jiang Wuji's words woke up everyone present.
Throughout the past and present, we can never escape the saying "the leftover is king".
What can be left and what can be passed down is the real thing.
Shen Heng was moved, looked at Ji Xinghai, and asked, "Do you have any disciples?"
"Hey, that's unfortunate."
Without waiting for Ji Xinghai's reply, Jiang Wuji took the first step and bowed: "My uncle told me to listen to Chao Jian, and I can't repay him without any illness. Let me finish this battle for you!"
"You kid...what do you want to do?" Ji Xinghai asked in a deep voice.
Jiang Wuji looked at Ji Xinghai's cuffs and raised his eyebrows: "Three on the left, five on the right, four more in the boots, and one tied under the collar at the back of the neck. Am I right?"
Ji Xinghai: "???"
"With the sword hidden like this, how can you fight with others..."
"???"
Ji Xinghai felt uncomfortable being said, but he still didn't want Jiang Wuji to fight for him, so he asked:
"Why did you do this?"
Jiang Wuji touched the bridge of his nose and smiled.
"For Wan'er, for Miss Shen, and for you..."
For Jiang Wuji, Ji Xinghai's initial trust was the first step for him to gain the trust of Fathead Fish.
Later, after finding the robbery statue, he not only realized the strange power, but also used it to win the favor of the empress, and this is how everything happened.
Therefore, Jiang Wuji was grateful to Ji Xinghai.
In addition, Wan'er cannot ignore her own efforts.
Now Wan'er has become his, and even though she has never been married, Ji Xinghai is half his father-in-law.
How could I watch someone die when I stole the cabbage that someone worked so hard to raise?
Seeing that Ji Xinghai didn't speak again, Shen Heng sighed: "Brother, what this guy said is quite reasonable. I think it's better to follow what he said and differentiate based on our inheritance. No matter what the outcome is, the agreement will not change and everything will remain the same. !”
Regarding this matter, Ji Xiaowan couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Shen, why do you have to compete? Is this matter so important?"
"It was important before, but it's not important now, but since things have started, there must be a result, right?"
"You...you are lying!"
"Whether it is wrong or not, it actually doesn't matter..."
Ji Xiaowan didn't understand, but Jiang Wuji knew that this matter had become a knot in Shen Heng's heart.
In his opinion, Jiange's defeat began when Ji Xinghai understood Tingchao Sword, so he, who valued Jiange more than his life, would have a result no matter what.
Jiang Wuji pulled Wan'er back and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, you know what I am capable of. You don't want to watch Miss Shen marry that young sect master, do you?"
How could Ji Xiaowan not be worried.
But with her father on one side and her lover on the other, no matter what choice she made, it would be wrong...
Seeing that Jiang Wuji had made up his mind, she could only ask softly: "Then you should be more careful."
At this time, Shen Rongrong stepped forward quickly, with tears in her eyes: "Mr. Jiang, I, I..."
"Miss Shen, there's no need to say anything. I don't want to see a beautiful girl being wronged. Don't worry, I'm very powerful."
"Mr. Jiang, Shen Rongrong has nothing to offer in return. If you can really..."
Seeing that something was wrong with Shen Rongrong's lines, Ji Xiaowan quickly interrupted: "Okay, just pay more attention."
"???" Shen Rongrong looked unhappy, "Wan'er, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"If you have anything to say, wait until he finishes."
"No, I want to say it now!"
"you……"
Shen Rongrong ignored Ji Xiaowan and spoke faster: "Mr. Jiang, my father will definitely send his senior brother to fight with you. My senior brother has a hidden disease in his right foot, in his thigh. Last month, he was fighting for snow lotus and his left shoulder was chopped off. After one stab, he probably hasn’t recovered yet.”
"Junior sister?" Ge Bingguang, who was not far away, twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you want to say something, say it. Can you keep your voice down?"
Shen Rongrong stuck out her pink tongue. Compared with the tearful person before, she looked innocent, cute and playful now.
After the decision was made, the others retreated to the edge of the platform, leaving enough space for Jiang Wuji and Ge Bingguang.
Since Tingchao Sword and Tingfeng Sword both hide and draw swords, neither of them could see weapons at this moment, and Jiang Wuji didn't bring any nameless spear or saber.
The north is desolate, and the high places are extremely cold.
As a master, Ge Bingguang did not think that he would lose. It should be because Jiang Wuji used his strength when he stepped onto the sword platform just now. He already knew that Jiang Wuji's cultivation was only first-rate.
So, before taking action, Ge Bingguang cupped his fists and said, "Ge admires Brother Jiang's courage, but the sword has no eyes. If he hurts Brother Jiang later, don't blame Ge for not taking the action lightly."
Jiang Wuji chuckled and clasped his fists as well: "I also give these words to you."
"Ah……"
Ge Bingguang sneered, and then his body swayed, and the master's cultivation was brought into full play in an instant!
Those Jiange disciples who stood on the beams in the distance and watched, let out bursts of exclamations, because in their eyes, Ge Bingguang turned into afterimages, which could not be captured by the naked eye.
Whether it's Tingfeng Sword or Tingchao Sword, the main focus is on surprise.
This kind of swordsmanship coupled with excellent body skills almost increases the power several times.
"call!"
There was an explosion that broke through the air.
Before he could see the figure clearly, a dagger with a cold light was close at hand, striking directly between Jiang Wuji's eyebrows.
At this critical moment, Jiang Wuji, who had been motionless, just turned his head slightly to avoid this cruel sword.
Such a thrilling scene almost scared Wan'er to the point of screaming.
Although Jiang Wuji avoided this thunderous sword, Ge Bingguang was not an easy man.
When his sword failed, he immediately threw out a whip kick.
At the tip of the boot, a half-moon blade came against the wind.
Jiang Wuji knew these tricks, and he also knew that Ge Bingguang was full of all kinds of sharp weapons.
The so-called Tingfeng Sword does not mean that you can only use swords. As long as you can use "hide" and "exit", you can call it Tingfeng Sword.
Therefore, even if Jiang Wuji brought his nameless spear and saber, as long as he won the battle with the Tingchao Sword, they wouldn't say much.
But in Jiang Wuji's mind, since Lao Deng named this martial art Tingchao Sword, and this competition was also called sword theory, no matter what method he uses, he must win with a sword in the end!
Just when the blade hidden in the boot was about to hit Jiang Wuji, Jiang Wuji moved.
Chuanyunzong, who was not under pressure from Yu Wan'er, made Jiang Wuji disappear in front of Ge Bingguang like a ghost.
Ge Bingguang relied on his experience to hold two daggers that slipped out of his sleeves and stabbed directly back.
However, what he didn't expect was that his attack failed again!
"Fell into a trap!"
Ge Bingguang was horrified and almost immediately threw his daggers to both sides. Then he took out two flying knives from nowhere, turned around and threw them at the place where Jiang Wuji disappeared.
However, whether it was a dagger or a flying knife, all attacks failed!
Immediately afterwards, a cold dagger was pressed against his neck, Jiang Wuji was behind him...
"..."
Ten breaths? Twenty breaths?
Ge Bingguang's eyes trembled in disbelief.
His majestic grandmaster faced off against a top-notch master and lost in one encounter?
The scene fell into dead silence. Neither Ji Xinghai nor Shen Heng, nor Wan'er and the others, nor the disciples of Jiange, expected that this duel would end so quickly!
The cold wind stirred up the flowing clouds, and also stirred up the young man's black hair.
Ge Bingguang staggered a step, and Jiang Wuji's tepid voice sounded behind him.
"Tingchao Sword and Tingfeng Sword both practice hiding and releasing."
"Swords can hide, why can't people?"
"you lose."
