Jiangnan Yizhou City Sword Climbing Conference Venue
The young man has his own ambition to live up to the eternal flow of the Yellow River. The sword climbing competition that was heard all over Nanling finally started in full swing in Yizhou. Ye Qianqiu had already built a martial arts arena and a viewing platform that could accommodate ten thousand people in a wide square in Yizhou a few months ago.
Famous families from all over the world came to register with the young men from their clans who came to participate in the conference. Of course, Yun Musheng was indispensable. The group of people lined up in a long line, waiting for signatures and deposits to complete the registration.
Compared with the last Jiangnan Poetry Festival, the number of people this time has increased countless times. After all, everyone still prefers to watch the fighting scenes.
Among them, Yun Musheng discovered many forces and faces that she had either seen or heard from others. The most recent one in front of her was the Tianxuan Sect. Among them, Yun Musheng, a young man who participated in the competition, remembered that his master had been there more than two years ago. I saw Yunzhezhi during the sacrificial ceremony. I haven't seen him for more than two years, but he has grown so tall.
Take another look at the person standing behind him. . .
Most of the Tianxuan sects are taciturn gourds. Long Jian, whom he met at Lanyue Villa before, is already relatively lively, and as expected, this one is none other than Ji Zhanyu, one of the six stars of the Tianxuan sect who is famous for being conspicuous.
The two groups of people behind Tianxuan Sect are a group of unfamiliar faces, but judging from their clothes and waistbands, they should be the two major Central Plains forces that Ye Qianqiu mentioned that his two junior brothers belong to, Wu'an Jinghong Palace, It is said that the two forces are on the same level in the Central Plains. Looking at the two teams of people glaring at each other with eagerness, I am really afraid that they will fight before the competition begins.
"Cousin! Why are you here in person?"
Hearing Miao Xian'er's cry, everyone looked towards her. Miao Chenglan, the leader of the Yaochi Sect, came in person, and everyone clasped their fists to salute him.
Miao Chenglan touched Xian'er's head and said happily: "We haven't seen you for a long time. Of course I have to come in person to see if my little cousin has grown taller. What's more, I want to see that we have always been gentle and elegant. Mo Mo’s performance in the ring.”
Momo? Is that what she said? . . Mo Yuqing? It was the first time that everyone heard that Mo Yuqing had such a lovely name, and they couldn't help but smile on their faces. Senior Brother Mo Mo who was usually spoken from Xian'er's mouth didn't make people pay much attention to it. From Miao to Lan It is quite interesting to say something like this from the mouth of such a big man.
Miao Chenglan turned to look at Yun Musheng: "Are you...Yun Zhezhi's apprentice? You look like a young hero. Your uncle Qingya has mentioned it to me many times. I hope you can participate in this conference." Get good results.”
"Junior has thanked the sect master." Yun Musheng then remembered the emotional relationship between Miao Chenglan and his uncle Yun Qingya, and couldn't help but feel a little more affectionate towards the sect master of Yaochi.
"As for you, Mo Mo, as a doctor, I have never made any demands on martial arts. But if you meet Xuanzong's little brat that day, you must not lose."
After saying that, Miao Chenglan said goodbye to everyone temporarily and turned to leave. Mo Yuqing reluctantly hit his head with a folding fan. It seemed that his task in this conference was not easy. He just hoped that he could avoid the confrontation with Tianxuan Sect during the draw.
The number of people in front gradually decreased, and they were getting closer to the registration point. After all, the group waited until they signed and made their deposits, and completed the registration. After Yun Musheng and Mo Yuqing finished drawing their deposits, they looked at Feng Wan who walked directly towards them, and were very curious why. He doesn't sign up.
Feng Wan stretched out his arms and said, "Oh, I'm not interested in a fight between novices. My mission is to protect this kid. As long as he doesn't die, I won't bother to participate in these troublesome things." When the group was about to return to Yanyu Tower, they found that Yun Musheng was still at the entrance of the venue.
Seeing this, Hua Wuming asked in confusion: "Hey, Brother Yun, why don't you leave?"
"Oh, you stupid head, why are you asking, don't ask!" Before Hua Wuming could finish speaking, Tan Weiyang grabbed his ears and continued to move forward.
Mo Yuqing faced Feng Wan and said with a smile: "Why don't you follow him? If he dies, wouldn't it be difficult for you to deal with him?"
"Although our Jie Yue has a very important mission, it's not that he doesn't understand the situation. Besides, his life is very tough. Even if I die, he won't necessarily die."
A long-lost smile appeared on Feng Wan's face, and she entered the venue without looking back. Yun Musheng stood in the crowd and looked around, and finally found the people in Tianji Tower, but even he recognized Xu Wenxiu who was at Baichen Villa that day, and he did not find her figure.
"This young master is looking for someone?"
Yun Musheng couldn't help feeling happy when she heard this gentle and familiar voice. She was about to turn around immediately, but she stopped and deliberately let it slip and said, "Young lady, what you said is wrong. Xiaosheng is not looking for someone, but Climb to the moon on the day you look for it.”
"Oh? Master, how can you come to look for the moon during the day if you don't wait until night falls?" the woman asked.
"Xiaosheng almost thought that he would not be able to find the moon when it got dark, but even if the moon is not in the sky, it is still in Xiaosheng's heart."
When the woman behind Yun Musheng heard this, she couldn't help but blush a little on her cheeks, and couldn't help but hook the corner of his clothes with her fingers.
Yun Musheng turned around, with a pretty white jade face and a touch of red sleeves to add fragrance. The autumn scenery in front of her eyes added a lot of warmth to Yun Musheng in this season when her ears are freezing.
"That scholar over there is the disciple sent by Tianji Tower to participate in the competition?" Yun Musheng pointed in the direction to the side and asked, but her eyes were still looking at Qiu Mingming.
Qiu Mingming was a little embarrassed to see him, and quickly dodged his eyes and said: "Yes, his name is Xu Changan, and he is the son of Hall Master Wenxiu. Don't look at him being thin. He has a splash-ink sword that he learned from calligraphy scrolls. But they have a certain appearance, so if you encounter them, you have to be careful."
Yun Musheng recalled a saying she once heard about the Tianji Tower, "Splashing ink against the leaning bridge, the building full of red sleeves." From this point of view, this was talking about Xu Changan.
After hearing this, Yun Musheng suddenly felt naughty in her heart, took two steps to the side, and said with a swivel in her eyes: "Then if I meet that Xu Changan, Qiuqiu, do you want me to win, or do you want him to win? ?”
Qiu Mingming was stunned and glared angrily at the boy who had given him a problem. Then he punched him in the stomach and strode into the venue, ignoring him.
Yun Musheng covered her abdomen. They hadn't seen each other for more than a month. This little girl's strength always felt much stronger. It hurt a little when she was punched. But at this moment, even though she was in pain, Yun Musheng only felt sweet. .
People from all over the Yanyu Tower had just received the registration forms, and the venue for the Sword Climbing Conference was already full of people. Although the first group competition would not start until the groups were divided into groups in the afternoon, there were people from all over Nanling and even from Beilu Kingdom. Foreign envoys and tourists like the Sita Kingdom were extremely excited and sat down in the auditorium early.
The famous forces from all sides naturally have special viewing areas, while the rest of the seats are provided for the people of Yizhou and tourists from all over. As a member of Yanyu Tower, Yun Musheng naturally had a special viewing area, so he walked over lightly while humming a little tune.
"Yo yo yo, look at this kid, he's as happy as a blooming flower."
Tan Weiyang pulled Hua Wuming and looked at Yun Musheng who was as happy as a child, and couldn't help but joke. Yun Musheng saw that there seemed to be two people missing among them, so she asked them: "Hey, why are you alone, Mo Mo and Xian'er?"
"Hey, I think you are confused after meeting your little lover. You have forgotten that they are members of the Yaochi Sect. Naturally, you have to sit with the Yaochi Sect."
Yun Musheng smiled awkwardly and looked up at the Yaochi Sect's seat. Sure enough, he spotted the two people. Mo Yuqing also spotted Yun Musheng looking over and waved to signal them.
After a long wait, the time finally came to noon. The opening ceremony of the Sword Climbing Conference was about to begin, and the players who were preparing to compete in the group stage were also called to the stage to prepare. Yun Musheng stroked the engraved sword in his hand. The sect disciple with the word Hua Yun wore a sword exclusive to him, and murmured: "Let's go get Master's sword back!"
