Jiangnan·Yizhou City·Ninghuai River
"Oh, Master, you are really duplicitous. You said you like to watch slaves drink. Why don't you pour wine for slaves?"
"But... I've already finished the wine."
In a small boat on the Ninghuai River, a woman in red was resting on the arm of a young man, grabbing his ear and asking for a drink. Yun Musheng looked helplessly at the serene girl in her arms. She looked extremely cute instead of her usual scholarly demeanor.
Suddenly, Yun Musheng vaguely felt a pair of eyes staring at her in the bushes on the shore not far away, so she quietly gathered energy in her hand, and suddenly shot an air blade there.
Then there was a noise in the bushes and a young swordsman flew out. The darkness made it impossible for Yun Musheng to see his face clearly, but his figure seemed to have been seen somewhere before.
I saw the young man taking a few steps from the river as light as a dragonfly, and then stood on the bow of the boat like a fallen leaf. When I looked closer, I realized that it was Xu Changan, the son of Xu Wenxiu's knee.
"Oh, you guys discovered it, sister. You drank again, and you're so drunk. It's time for dad to tell you something when he finds out."
Xu Changan looked helplessly at Qiu Mingming, who was drunk in Yun Musheng's arms. Yun Musheng looked at his demeanor and tone of voice, and seemed to be a young man who was still young and honest. He didn't expect to have such a light ability. On the water.
"You are not Xu Wenxiu's son. How can you call her sister?"
On the one hand, Yun Musheng was a little curious, and on the other hand, she also liked the honest young man in front of her, so she took the initiative to talk to him.
Xu Changan also smiled honestly and said: "Hey, hey, brother-in-law is laughing at me. The hall masters of our Tianji Building and the building master are all like brothers. We juniors are naturally brothers and sisters."
"Boy Xu! Don't yell nonsense!"
Xu Changan's brother-in-law call made Qiu Mingming wake up from his drinking. Although Yun Musheng said he was helping Qiu Mingming, he felt much more favorable to the young swordsman in his heart. He didn't expect such a simple and honest man. The appearance is like a happy bird's mouth.
Almost all the cruise ships on the Ninghuai River have left, and the two of them have finished drinking and are exhausted. It is time to return to the boat at night. Just like the woman who strayed into the depths of the lotus flower in the dream, if she had been there at that time. There was also Yanzi who didn't drink but only admired beautiful women. I wonder if I could still see the startled group of gulls and herons. . .
Jiangnan Yizhou City Sword Climbing Conference Venue
The sound of chimes resounded over Yizhou, and the vibration of drums shook everyone's spirits. The highly anticipated quarterfinal showdown was in full swing in the venue.
The competition venue is not like yesterday. The small arena that was cut into four pieces has been merged into one large arena.
After Ye Qianqiu read out the relevant matters for today's competition, he began to draw lots for the first round of the quarter-finals. The names of the eight players were engraved on eight wooden boards and inserted between a round turntable. , there is a pointer in the middle of the turntable, and the two players pointed to by two consecutive turns are the ones who will play in the first round.
The eight contestants also sat on the eight specially prepared seats in the front row of the venue. If anyone was drawn, they would definitely go on stage.
Yun Musheng and the rest of the people walked towards their seats one after another, but when they entered the room, they suddenly felt a long-lost cold air from the air. It was the unique aura of Hua Yun's disciples. Could it be that there are still fellow disciples today? People also came to this venue? Thinking of this, Yun Musheng was even more determined to win the game.
Ye Qianqiu grabbed one side of the turntable and turned it hard with his hands. The turntable spun rapidly. The names of the eight players on it became blurred. Everyone in the venue stared at the turntable.
The handwriting gradually became clearer. When the roulette wheel stopped, the pointer pointed at the wooden sign with the word "Tian Tian". When he pulled it out, he saw that it was Situ Zhao, the four-symbol swordsman of Tianxuan Sect.
"Junior brother, come on! Don't let me lose face! If you win, I will ask Master to allow you to copy a few less pages of scriptures!"
A sudden, laughable cheer suddenly sounded from the seating area of Tianxuan Sect. Yun Musheng didn't need to look back to know that it was Xuanzong's famous Living Treasure Ji Zhanyu that day.
Situ Zhao was already shy, but when Ji Zhanyu called him such a name, he was even more embarrassed. He had no choice but to endure the laughter from the audience and bravely walked onto the ring.
Ye Qianqiu continued to spin the roulette wheel. At this time, Mo Yuqing, who was sitting next to Yun Musheng, changed from his usual calmness and became a little nervous.
As far as he is concerned, his mission has been accomplished by qualifying from the group stage to the quarter-finals. From now on, as long as the loss is not too ugly, he can just get by.
But if she encounters the Tianxuan Sect, which has always been at odds with the Yaochi Sect, once she loses, given Miaochenglan's temper, she doesn't know how she will be treated. After all, the name of the little witch when she was young is not for nothing. of.
But there are always some dramatic moments in the competition. Who would have thought that the turntable pointer happened to stop in the narrow gap between the characters "Yao" and "Hua". You don't need to pull out the sign to know that the character "Yao" must represent Yaochi. Zong's Mo Yuqing, and the word "Hua" is Huayun's Yun Musheng.
Ye Qianqiu was also very embarrassed when he saw this scene, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't tell which way the pointer was leaning. Yun Musheng knew what Mo Yuqing was thinking, so he immediately stood up and held his hands in his hands and said: "Master Ye, I don't realize this. The pointer is a little more towards the word "hua", so let the younger generation take on Brother Situ.
Ye Qianqiu was naturally happy to see someone rescuing the siege, but Xuanzong's conspicuous bag happened to jump out at this time that day. He taunted everyone in the Yaochi Sect: "Yaochi, which is still one of the three major sects, actually needs another one." The down-and-out sect came out to support us, oh my, we are all three major sects, Ji really feels ashamed."
Although Miaochenglan is the leader of the sect, she has been known as a little witch who is not afraid of heaven and earth since she was a child. She can remain calm and mature in matters of right and wrong. But at this time, how can she bear the humiliation of Ji Zhanyu.
Mo Yuqing looked back at Miao Chenglan. It was okay not to look at her. This look made him shudder.
The last time I saw the sect leader's eyes like this was when Yun Qingya was drunk and flamboyant with other Yingying Yanyan. Later, I don't know what tricks Miao Chenglan used to make Yun Qingya feel frightened when he saw Goulan Washi.
Mo Yuqing didn't dare to offend this "witch", so she had no choice but to stand up and take the initiative to take on the battle.
Ye Qianqiu didn't have any objections, and the audience in the venue was even more booing. It was not a big deal to watch the excitement.
The two of them stood on the ring, one on the left and the other on the right. Even though one of them was usually shy and the other was calm and gentle, this time they were on the fighting stage, with their swords and swords showing, they were quite imposing.
As the third chime rang, Situ Zhao suddenly shouted: "Southern Qisu, Lingguang!"
He took out the sword in his hand and flew towards Mo Yuqing like a bird. Unlike other swords, the blade of this sword was actually red. Mo Yuqing was also unfazed, and the folding fan in her hand caught Situ Zhao's fiery sword moves like a dragonfly touching water.
After several collisions, Mo Yuqing suddenly found that the folding fan in his hand had several burn marks. It seemed that the red blade was not an appearance, but actually extremely hot.
Seeing this situation, he also started to get serious. Situ Zhao's sword in hand made it difficult for Mo Yuqing to get close, so he started to make trouble from the limbs closest to him.
Mo Yuqing held his breath and concentrated, carefully sensing and familiarizing himself with the sword strokes of the Four Elephant Sword. When a sword came at him, he pretended to use his fan to block it, and then threw his arm in an arc to avoid the sword. At the same time, he clicked on Situ Zhao's Jianjing and Taiyuan points.
Situ Zhao's body went numb for a while, revealing a flaw. Mo Yuqing found the right opportunity and immediately struck his abdomen, but was blocked by his sword blade.
Mo Yuqing was startled. He was able to recover from the paralysis caused by the Jianjing acupoint in an instant. Moreover, the blow just now gave Mo Yuqing a soft feeling like running water, unlike the burning fire just now.
I saw Situ Zhao's sword changing from blazing red to blue, and his entire body posture was as flexible as a snake when attacking, and as tough as a turtle when defending.
"Northern Qisu, Zhi Ming!" As Situ Zhao shouted, Mo Yuqing suddenly felt that his offensive was no longer as strong as before, but she couldn't even touch his body.
Just when Mo Yuqing was feeling anxious, Situ Zhao suddenly stood up, drew his sword, and shouted again: "Western Qisu, supervisor!"
Then a sudden burst of murderous aura caught Mo Yuqing off guard, and the folding fan in his hand was chopped off in an instant. Yun Musheng in the audience, like the audience present, looked very worried.
The blade of the sword turned from blue to white. It was different from the red one just now. The moves were faster and more murderous. Mo Yuqing, who had lost the folding fan in his hand, could only dodge with his bare hands, and was injured several times by the sword.
After several rounds, Mo Yuqing was forced into a blind corner, with no room to dodge. Situ Zhao used his last sword, and saw him stabbing at Mo Yuqing with the force of the white tiger. . .
