Sheng Zijing stepped forward with the sword, feeling more and more that although the sword in his hand was held tightly by himself, the landing point was not determined by him. Instead, he was limited by You Zhui's sword style and could only draw the sword in this way. He looked at the short fence less than five steps behind Qiong Yi and thought to himself: It seems that we can only force her out of the field.
Qiong Yi took the sword and took a step back. He was forced into a corner of the four-sided stage. "Sheng Zijing underestimates me, otherwise I won't be able to control him." Qiong Yi thought to himself, "You Zhui's sword technique consumes a lot of energy after entering the body. I won't be able to hold on for long, but he doesn't know that he will definitely feel that he can break this sword." The best way to get rid of the law is to force me to leave."
Do you think you win by knocking me out?
Coincidentally, I thought so too.
Only three steps to the fence.
The silver sword stabbed at an angle, Qiong Yi held the sword in both hands and flicked it away, sweat sliding down his face, and his eyes were a little astringent.
Two steps.
"Qiong Yi..." Looking at Sheng Zijing's sword slashing with greater force than the other, and the light-condensing sword getting closer and closer to her, Sheng Xuanyuan stared at the martial arts test platform and tightened his grip on the sword Chengying.
step.
Su Mingxiao covered her face and closed her eyes, not daring to look again, thinking silently in her heart: Brother A Xi... don't hurt Miss Lu.
critical!
Soon after, Qiong Yi, who originally held the sword with both hands, retracted his left hand, gathered his Qi into the palm of his hand, and struck the audience behind him. Sheng Zijing used his height to press down the sword and pressed it against the Xinge Sword. Qiong Yi's legs Bend, your body was tilted backwards under his pressure, and your center of gravity quickly shifted from between your legs to your waist. The strength you borrowed just now is no longer enough. If you stay in a deadlock for another half second, you will only fall down.
Qiong Yi bared her teeth and shouted loudly, then kicked on the wooden railing, all the strength in her hands was gone. Sheng Zijing felt that her strength in front of her was gone, and she almost fell down to the high platform wrapped around him. Qiong Yi punched him hard in the abdomen, trying to avoid it. Sheng Zijing received the blow and had no time to dodge. His first reaction was to kill both of them, pulling her down together.
Qiong Yi blocked his incoming hand. Seeing that he couldn't carry her away, Sheng Zijing reacted quickly and stabbed the light sword towards the ground with great energy. He Fang took advantage of the counterattack to turn around and stabilize his body. Everything happened just between the lightning and flint. When everyone looked at it, they saw only figures floating around. Qiong Yi's golden cicada escaped from its shell and staggered back to the stage. Sheng Zijing stabbed the ground with his sword, quickly stabilized his body, turned around and struck with a sword, but for It was too late, Qiong had decided the winner a moment ago, Xian Ge had already reached his neck and throat, and she had already used the wind condensation technique to gather energy to protect her, so his sword could not fall on her.
"...Sheng Zijing, I...win." Qiong Yi stood on tiptoe to let Xian Ge press on his neck. It wasn't until she finished speaking these six words that she slowly lowered her heels and retracted the sword blade.
Unexpectedly, everyone was in an uproar.
"Won?"
"The Lu family girl really won?"
Sheng Xuanyuan ignored the people around him and rushed up to the martial arts platform to help her. Qiong Yi leaned on his arms as if she had lost her strength. Even Xian Ge almost lost her hand. She turned around and smiled, her breath unsteady: " Sheng Kyung, I win..."
"Well! You won!" Sheng Xuanyuan's nose felt a little sore: "You won the fight!"
Sheng Zijing touched his neck. The sharp sword energy just now stopped at his neck. Even he couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body. "Second brother, the outcome has been decided, so you shouldn't say anything more, right?" Sheng Xuanyuan held Qiong Yi, who was slowly recovering, with a hint of resentment in his tone.
Sheng Zijing looked at Qiong Yi and said calmly: "Still trying to be clever."
Qiong also clenched his fist: "Huh?"
"However, if I lose, I lose." Sheng Zijing said, slowly sheathing Ning Guang: "Cultivation, swordsmanship, and mental skills are all excellent. In short, it's barely bad."
"Is it barely enough? I... I'm still barely there, then! Then you can find some great people..." Qiong Yi stood up and argued. Sheng Zijing glanced at her and walked towards the audience: "When my sister-in-law was twelve years old, she became a high-level monk. She mastered the art of 'fu' and transformed the five elements. She entered the country at the age of thirteen. There is no shortage of geniuses in the world. Just beat me and achieve some results and you will be complacent. It is easy to become pretentious and mediocre. The ending of closure.”
"Him! Sheng Jing!" Qiong Yi stamped his feet, full of anger: "He won't keep saying that to you, right?"
Seeing that her face was exhausted but her eyes were sparkling, and she looked like she was begging for praise, Sheng Xuanyuan whispered in her ear: "Don't listen to what my second brother said, you are the best." After that, he pulled her away. She walked off the stage.
"That's right." Qiong Yi rubbed his face: "I also think my performance today was very good. How can you not praise me when you deserve it!"
"Father." Sheng Zijing went back to the table by the stream to salute Sheng Shangpei, only to hear him reprimand him: "If you cause trouble and fight, go back to Bai Feng to blame the department and receive thirty boards. If you lose in the fight, you will be detained for one month!"
There was no dissatisfaction on Sheng Zijing's face and he responded: "Yes." He sat back down in his seat.
Sheng Xuanyuan accompanied Qiong back to the Lu family's table. Several members of the Lu family stood up to greet her. One of the outer hall masters, Yang Xiaosi's father, smiled at her and said, "Xi Yan's cultivation and swordsmanship have improved very quickly. ! As an uncle, I see it in my eyes, and I really believe that a person is better than an expert."
Lu Bin also said: "Xiaowu, I am proficient in swordsmanship, I am very pleased for my master." The words were full of unpretentious praise. Yang Suyong smiled and nodded, with a satisfied, gentle and calm expression.
Lu Yuhao did not hesitate to praise: "Xiaowu, you really impressed my senior brother. I don't think you will improve so fast. Soon, even senior brother will not be able to defeat you." He smiled and pulled Lu Lanshan by his side. Lanshan turned her head and said awkwardly: "Humph, I didn't expect that you skipped classes all the time and practiced secretly. No wonder you have made such great progress. You must compete with me when you return to Guangyang. I don't want to fall behind you." "
Qiong Yi pretended not to have heard her previous words, raised her lips and said, "Okay."
Lu Bin looked at the two people standing side by side in front of him: "I feel relieved to see that you two have such a good relationship." After he finished speaking, he looked at Sheng Xuanyuan, and his relaxed tone became much heavier: "My disciple will serve you, Young Master Sheng. Madam, you are still my disciple."
"Yes. Sect Leader Lu." Sheng Xuanyuan replied with fists in his hands. He helped Qiong Yi sit down and said, "You have fought three games in a row, so take a good rest. You have proven yourself, and no one will dare to embarrass you again."
Qiong also nodded and squeezed his hand: "That's not the case. Just go back and sit down."
"Yeah." Sheng Xuanyuan responded, but he didn't want to get up for a long time. He held her hand with both hands and gently rubbed it for a long time before reluctantly standing up and returning to Sheng's table.
Shen Wei saw that Sheng Xuanyuan took a long time to return to the table and asked, "Is Lu Xiyan in trouble?"
Sheng Xuan replied resentfully: "Mom, she's fine, she's just tired."
"It's okay, why did you stay for so long?" Qin Hanchuan said with a smile: "I understand, my little lady is taking advantage of the limelight, are you happy?"
"Sister-in-law..." Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his head and ignored her. Shen Wei cleared his throat. After hearing this, Qin Hanchuan straightened his sitting posture and became calm.
There was a burst of sighs and praises from the five tribes. As the singer of the new song came on stage to sing, everyone gradually left their thoughts behind the fierce battle. The wine glasses flowed slowly by in the stream, and someone was already composing poems. Qiong also rested for a while before regaining her composure. She felt thirsty in her mouth, but only wine was served at the spring banquet, not tea. After drinking the apricot blossom wine from the cup, she started to feel dizzy and hurriedly patted her face to wake herself up.
I can't get drunk. She told herself not to get drunk.
After drinking the wine, her thirst became even worse, and her throat felt dry and hot. The sun had already climbed three poles, and the peach branches intertwined and cast shadows, but it was not shade and cool at all. Qiong also called out to Yang Suyong: "Madam, here is the place for you." Tea? I'm a little thirsty."
Yang Suyong said: "Wine has always been used instead of water at spring banquets. Xi Yan, please stay here for a while, and I'll call the attendant to get some water to boil." After saying that, he waved to the attendant, and after giving instructions, the attendant nodded and ran away.
How long do you have to wait...
Qiong Yi leaned half-bent on the table. Why did he go to get water from a distance when the stream was right in front of him?
She waited for a long time, and her mouth became even more thirsty. She could see the bottom of the clear stream in front of her. The pebbles at the bottom of the stream were clean and shiny by the sunlight. The water vapor from the rushing stream sprinkled on her face, and she suddenly felt sleepy. A moment of coolness.
Thirsty...so thirsty.
If you don’t come... I will die of thirst...
Qiong also looked at the empty cup, and then at the clear stream in front of her, and thought to herself, I am really a fool to suffer from thirst in front of the water source...
I can't control it anymore!
She held the wine glass and quietly looked around. When she saw that everyone was paying attention to the poem, no one paid attention to her, she thought to herself, that's good. With lightning speed, he scooped up a cup of stream water, brought it to his mouth and drank it.
She didn't know if it was because she was too thirsty, but she felt that the stream water was particularly sweet and delicious. After a glass of stream water, it was difficult to suppress the thirst in her throat, so she scooped up another glass and drank it all.
A cup of...
Two cups... three cups...
When someone discovered her, she was already half-leaning on the edge of the table, her cheeks flushed, and she looked slightly tipsy. Lu Yuhao was shocked when he saw that she was still raising her hand to scoop water from the stream: "Xiao Wu, what are you doing?"
Qiong Yi shivered and was startled: "Huh? Me?" She did not put down the wine glass, but continued to scoop: "Elder brother... I'm thirsty..."
Lu Yuhao was speechless for a moment: "Do you know the stream on Jiuhua Mountain..."
"Huh?" Qiong Yi put the wine glass to his mouth, his eyes wandering, "What's wrong..."
Yang Suyong was also very surprised. She supported Qiong Yi and said, "Xi Yan, how much did you drink?"
Qiong also stretched out a hand, "Return, madam..." She nodded her fingers, but found that there were not enough numbers, so she stretched out her hand to count: "Six, seven, eight, almost, so many..."
"This kid is really awesome!" Yang Suyong took the wine glass from her hand, "It's my fault that I didn't tell her beforehand that the water from this Jiuquan creek is a fine wine."
"I'm not drunk. What I drank was... water. How could I be drunk?" Qiong Yi's body was swaying and he was waving his hands. "I'm not drunk, not drunk. In the afternoon, I still want to go to the top of the mountain..."
Yang Suyong felt angry and funny. She turned to Lu Bin and said, "Sect Master, why don't you ask someone to take Xiyan down the mountain to rest. She can't wake up like this for a while. I'll send someone to find hangover medicine and wait until she wakes up before returning to the mountain. How about that?" ?”
Lu Bin was speechless for a moment when he saw Qiong Yi like this. He didn't expect that the disciple who had surprised everyone half an hour ago was now drunk like this, and sighed: "Mrs. Yi, let's do this."
It is now the end of the spring banquet, the singing and dancing have ended, but some people who have volunteered have come on stage to show off their talents. It was Yue Changle who was dancing on the high platform. The dance style was lively and dexterous, and he moved like a rabbit. Everyone looked at it and sighed: "It is said that Madam Yue used to have clouds on her sleeves and made the clouds bloom. After the wonderful dance, the hero bent his waist. Xiao Changle's dance posture can also be seen. I got a glimpse of Mrs. Yue’s past style, she was very good at dancing, and she was very good at dancing.”
After the dance, Yue Changle saluted the audience, and the sound of applause came and went. Qiong also supported her heavy head and glanced at Sheng Xuanyuan in a daze. She saw him looking directly at the stage and stood up for some reason: " Sheng Kyung."
Sheng Xuanyuan turned his head and looked at her with a slightly stunned look on his face. He just heard her say: "It's nice to dance. I can also...dance for you."
When she said this, she was already running towards the high platform with her sword in hand. Lu Yuhao slapped his forehead: "It's broken!"
Although anyone can perform on the stage if they self-recommend, where did his little junior sister learn from this?
