After drinking for a few rounds, their faces were red and their ears were hot. Everyone gradually relaxed and called each other brothers and sisters, chatting with each other with big tongues. When no one was paying attention, Zhang Ren asked his brother in a low voice, "I heard that Master Li is very strict in selecting his disciples, and the Luoyan Peak branch has very few people. Are those two senior brothers Hong Kunhong and junior sister Li Qixian Li?"
Zhang Lu followed his gaze and said hesitantly: "It's not necessarily true that the selection of disciples is very strict - Master Li has three disciples. Senior Brother Hong is the first to start the apprenticeship and is a bit older. Junior Sister Li is the daughter of Senior Uncle, and there is also Guo Junior brother, I haven’t been here for a long time, so I’m not qualified to enter the Lunar New Year Hall for a banquet.”
Zhang Ren discerned the words and heard some clues, and asked: "I wonder how many years has Junior Brother Guo been in the business?"
Zhang Lu drank a few more glasses of wine, his mind was a little groggy, and he said: "One or two years, at most two or three years..."
Ding Qian, who was sitting at the same table, raised her head slightly, revealing half of her white and tender face. Her hair was hanging down, and her light was discernible. It was obvious that she was extremely interested in the conversation between the two. Zhang Lu shuddered and suddenly became much more awake. His soul felt so blessed that he secretly cried out for misfortune.
Zhang Rendao: "I wonder who between Hong and Guo, Master Li, values more?"
Zhang Lu's heart sank, and there was a hint of bitterness in his mouth. He was a brother who had always been careful and determined. He asked such an explicit question, half to inquire about information, and half to hint to himself that when choosing a son-in-law, Head Ding liked Changzhi. He This last disciple doesn't stand a chance. Seeing that his brother was silent for a long time, Zhang Ren knew that he understood something, but Ding Shuanghe was waiting aside and couldn't afford to delay, so he stabbed him secretly. Zhang Lu woke up immediately after feeling the pain. In front of Ding Qian, he pretended to be thinking attentively and said, "Well... how should I put it? I practice in Hechuan Valley all year round and rarely go to Shibaliping. I don’t have much contact with the senior brothers from Changzhi…”
Zhang Ren asked again: "How are their swordsmanship and martial arts?"
Thoughts were racing in Zhang Lu's mind. He had been brooding over the fact that his master forced him to apologize to Hong Kun. He gritted his teeth and said with a forced smile, "Although Junior Brother Guo started late, his swordsmanship is far superior to that of his Senior Brother." He knew clearly that Guo Chuanlin had only been a beginner for a few years, and that even though he was extremely talented, he could not learn any superb swordsmanship, so he still told lies with his eyes open. He was willing to let Hong Kun find an advantage and become the son-in-law of the leader of the Songshan Sect. Secondly, he vented his anger on Changzhi and deliberately made Li Yizhu lose face and fall into trouble.
Although Zhang Ren felt that something was wrong, he was an outsider after all, and he was shielded from the inner workings of the Huashan Sect and could not get a true glimpse of it. Zhang Lu's eyes were red, and he was drinking from one cup to another. Zhang Ren just thought that he had lost to Chang Zhi, and he was unhappy and didn't take it to heart. He put his arm around his brother's shoulders and comforted him with a few words of comfort. He left the table and came to Ding Shuanghe's side, whispering a few words in his ear.
Ding Shuanghe made up his mind. He stood up, toasted Li Shiman with a glass of wine, and proposed that three generations of disciples from the two sects should compete in swordsmanship to entertain everyone. Li Shi knew in his heart that he wanted to see his future grandson-in-law's martial arts, but he didn't know who he was interested in, so he agreed with a smile.
Ding Shuanghe's eyes fell on Li Yizhu, and he chuckled: "Nephew Li, I heard that you have a disciple named Guo who is extremely talented and has great swordsmanship. I wonder if he is here?"
Li Yizhu was startled when he heard this. He stood up and cupped his hands and said, "The head of Laoding asked about this, and the young disciple is taking orders outside the New Year Hall."
Ding Shuanghe said: "Okay, my dear nephew, please call him over for a meeting, okay?"
There are so many talented people in the Lunar New Year Hall, why do they want to meet Guo Chuanlin? Could it be that the choice of son-in-law was his fault? He married the granddaughter of the head of the Songshan Sect, what should Qin Rong do? Thoughts were swirling in Li Yizhu's stomach, and his face remained calm. He turned around and told Hong Kun to ask Junior Brother Guo to come to the New Year Hall to meet Master Ding.
Li Shi thought for a moment and guessed Ding Shuanghe's plan. He obviously believed that Li Yizhu would be the next head of the Huashan Sect. It would be most beneficial to the Songshan Sect if his granddaughter and his apprentice formed a good relationship with Qin and Jin. However, he was very cunning, had all his traps, and sometimes made mistakes. Guo Chuanlin... Hehe... there was a hint of a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which was a bit gloomy and strange.
After being summoned by his senior brother, Guo Chuanlin strode into the Lunar New Year Hall with swaying candle shadows. Under the gaze of everyone, he was fearless. He had seen the headmaster and master, and he was full of pride.
Li Shi called him forward and said to Ding Shuanghe: "Master Ding, this is my new disciple. His surname is Guo and his given name is Chuanlin."
Guo Chuanlin met with the leader of the Songshan Sect. He was polite and considerate, neither humble nor overbearing. Ding Shuanghe looked him up and down, feeling happy at first. Hong Kun had an old look on his face. Guo Chuanlin's appearance was really good. If his sword skills were really like Zhang Ren's As he said, it is not aggrievement for his granddaughter to marry him. He smiled and exchanged some polite words with Li Shi, then waved to Wei Dinghai and asked him to ask him about the swordsmanship of the Changzhi disciple.
Wei Dinghai's swordsmanship was outstanding and he ranked first among the "Seven Killing Swords". His martial arts skills were closely matched by those of the "Four King Kong Kings of Songshan" and he became famous in the world. Disciples of the Huashan School also heard about it. Guo Chuanlin became a disciple of Li Yizhu, but only two of them In Nianjing, this embarrassment has come to an end.
Guo Chuanlin heard from his senior brother that he was most likely invited in to have a sword fight with the Songshan Sect, but looking at the looks on everyone's faces, it seemed that there was something else going on. After he hesitated for a moment, Li Yizhu patted his apprentice on the shoulder, agreed on his behalf, and said, "Okay!"
The Lunar New Year Hall suddenly became quiet. Li Yizhu personally took five giant butter candles and inserted the candlesticks in the middle of the hall, about five or six feet apart, in a messy manner. The candlelight illuminated his rough and confident appearance.
Ding Shuanghe said in astonishment: "What does Nephew Li Xian mean?"
Li Yizhu said: "Swords don't have eyesight. If you can't hold your hand, it will hurt the harmony between the two sects. I am a disciple who practices small things on weekdays. I will practice it first and ask Master Ding and the brothers of the Songshan sect for guidance. "
Wei Dinghai suddenly realized and felt a little disdainful in his heart. It turned out that Li Yizhu was not confident in his apprentice's swordsmanship and planned to use these five giant candles to make a fuss and gain an advantage. Even if his skills were not as good as others and he lost for a while, his face would be over. He thought that his swordsmanship and Qinggong skills were sufficient and he was confident. No matter what problems the opponent had, he would just take care of the rest.
Ding Shuanghe's eyes flashed and he nodded in agreement.
Li Yizhu said: "Please master, please give me the Taiyue Divine Sword."
Li Shi didn't know what kind of medicine his apprentice was selling in the gourd. He took off the sword from his waist with a smile and threw it to Li Yizhu with the scabbard. Li Yizhu silently practiced his mysterious skills, and slowly drew out his long sword. The cold light was dazzling, and a low dragon's roar lingered between the beams and pillars, lingering for a long time. Ding Shuanghe's face changed slightly when he saw the radiant magic weapon. The Taiyue Divine Sword is the treasure of the Huashan Sect. The Songshan Sect has no sharp weapon that can compete with it. What does Li Yizhu want to do by borrowing this sword?
Li Yizhu looked after his disciple and said, "Take off all the burdens on your body!"
Guo Chuanlin untied his arms and legs and placed them carefully on the stool. He vaguely guessed what the master wanted to do, and felt his scalp numb. Wasn't this putting him on the fire? Without looking back, he could detect countless jealous glances, which were like sharp swords stabbing his back, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Take off your vest too!"
Guo Chuanlin glanced at his master and had no choice but to untie his robe and take off his heavy vest. Hong Kun stepped forward to take the vest, whispered "be careful", picked up the arm and leggings and stepped aside. Li Qixian clenched his fists, his eyebrows were dancing with excitement, and he almost yelled "Senior Brother, you are mighty! Senior Brother, come on!" Guo Chuanlin was only wearing a coarse cloth shirt, revealing his strong arms and muscles, and Li Yizhu stuffed the Taiyue Divine Sword He put it into his hand, whispered a few words in his ear, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Go ahead, do your best, don't hold back, don't lose the face of the Huashan Sect!"
