Chapter 154: ? 15 years of madness

Jiangling Mansion, Luoshen Lake.
Flower boats rippling on the lake, the setting sun is like fire, reflecting the sky full of colorful clouds, which are reflected on the lake like a mirror, sparkling with the breeze.
Under the guard of many flower boats, a flower boat like a tall building stands majestically, with carved cornices and blue tiles and glazed tiles, which is full of romance.
It is like a majestic and luxurious pavilion on the flat ground, with various carvings, extremely luxurious.
The flower boat is huge, with nine stories above the deck, and in front of the flower boat’s pavilion, a sword is suspended.
The sword exuded the stern and cold light, the sword was suspended out of thin air, as if being supported by a strange force. Around the sword, there was a sword qi lingering one after another, like flying snow flocks, dazzling and blurred.
This is "Piaoxue", one of the ten famous swords in the world.
Also the protagonist of this sword-watching conference.
In the surroundings, on the flower boats, there are many Confucian scholars and scholars with their hands on their backs, Confucian shirts flying, standing on the bow, looking at the sword floating in front of the tallest flower boat, they are all amazed.
Sword appreciation, the world's famous sword, is indeed a grand event.
And under the Floating Snow Sword, there is a gentle old man with a clean face and strong clothes sitting quietly, surrounded by a well-known oiran among the flowers in Luoshen Lake on weekdays, all gathered together, playing beautifully together. Tracks.
The old man closed his eyes and listened, his palms slapped against the guard of the chair from time to time.
Behind the old man, there is also a feminine figure standing with a knife in a strong outfit. Although feminine, the eyes are full of coldness, scanning all sides.
Many literati poosers looked at this old man, all showing fear.
Wei Qiansui!
The celebrity around Xia Huang, the smashing chief executive, is unfathomable in strength, and he is a strong player in the previous generation.
It is the existence of this person that makes this sword-watching conference become orderly, even those who have already rushed here, dare not make any changes.
"Have you seen that flower boat? There is a strong man in Daxia Feiliu Jian Pavilion. Feiliu Jian Pavilion is Daxia's famous sword sect. It is said that it is a first-class sect in the court record."
"There are also the flower boats of the Meteor Sword Sect! They are all masters with swords, and a world-famous sword was born, which has attracted many people to wait and see."
"And that flower boat, I heard from the Wu family of the great Chu swordsman family."
The literati poker leaned on the railing of the flower boat, looking at the many flower boats floating on Luoshen Lake, with a touch of excitement in their expressions.
On the shore of Luoshen Lake, some people from the rivers and lakes who were not qualified to board the flower boat even blocked the water blocked by the white jade fence on the shore.
Some people watching the excitement are also on the inner and outer layers.
Bustling, all heads.
This is a grand event, but for the people of Jiangling Prefecture, it is also a romantic event.
Guixiang Building on the bank of Luoshen Lake.
This romantic sacred place in the Jiangling Mansion is now even more lively. Although it is only sunset, the lanterns have been hung, and the lanterns are already on.
The boxes on each floor, and every location where you can watch the Sword Appreciation Conference on Luoshen Lake, are even more expensive, making them a geomantic place that is difficult to buy.
Guixiang Building, top floor.
The carved wooden window was pushed open.
Chu Tiannan held the blue and white porcelain wine glass in his hand, leaning against the window, his face calmly looking at the surface of Luoshen Lake covered with crumpled gold.
Old Huang looked drunk, with the smell of rouge on his face that hadn't dissipated, and approached Chu Tiannan.
"Why doesn't Master Xiaohou go to join in the fun?"
"This time at the sword appreciation meeting, what was laid out was a pit, the pit dug for Luo Hong. It happened that Xiaohouye wouldn't be ashamed of going up?"
"Besides, Xiaohouye lost Chunjun. It would be a great pleasure if he could get the snow from Uncle Luo Hong."
Old Huang smiled, grinning, showing yellow teeth.
When Chu Tiannan heard the words, he glanced at Lao Huang blankly.
"What I lost is Chunjun, and the one I brought back must be Chunjun, besides... this floating snow sword is the saber used by Luo Hongchen. I still admire Luo Hongchen, who was outstanding at the time. I admire how many Tianjiao overpowered, and dominate the Yellow List, Mysterious List, and the Third List.
"So, I won't take action at this sword-watching conference, just treat it as a tribute to someone I admired."
Chu Tiannan said lightly.
"Besides, the prince hung up Luo Hongchen's sword purely for the purpose of smashing Luo Family in the face, and the purpose is to slay Luo Hong. Naturally someone from the Chu family will take action without me."
"Besides, before I'm not sure to win Luo Hong, I went...it doesn't make much sense."
"The most important thing is that I just lost my old love, so I'm looking for a new love... the wind will be bad."
After Chu Tiannan finished speaking, he poured all the wine in the blue and white porcelain cup into his mouth.
Hearing this, Old Huang rolled his eyes.
Afterwards, he looked at the beautiful scenery where countless flower boats competed against each other in the sunset.
"Master Xiaohou, do you say Luo Hong dare to come? To be honest, Lao Huang, I really can't think of any reason for him to come...Wei Qiansui guards the sword, even if Luo Hong can really win the sword, I am afraid it is too choking."
"It's hard to get out of Jiangling Mansion alive."
Old Huang said.
Chu Tiannan took a deep breath, holding a wine glass, leaning over the window, squinting.
"He will come because...has already come."
After speaking, Chu Tiannan slammed his mouth toward the Baiyu Arch Bridge to the south.
Lao Huang looked at it, and suddenly "Huh", his mouth smashed, whispering.
"It's really coming, I really dare to come..."
...
The carriage was long, and the wheels of the carriage ran over the smooth bluestone road.
Because of Zhang Zhifu's reminder, Yuan Xiazi drove directly to Luoshen Lake with Luo Hong.
After passing the Baiyu Arch Bridge, there is a bustling crowd.
Luo Hong opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at everything outside, couldn't help but smile.
"It's so lively."
Yuan Xiazi sat on the front of the car with a bamboo pole and nodded.
"In this world, there is never a shortage of people who watch the excitement."
"I hope they are really just watching the excitement, but they don't know how many people with ulterior motives are hidden among those watching the excitement." Luo Hong curled his lips.
The carriage continued to drove, not knowing what method Yuan Xiazi used, the crowd seemed to be divided by an invisible force, as if the sea was split apart by a knife.
The carriage moved forward and came to the white jade railing, and Fang stopped.
Yuan Xiazi leaned on the shelf of the carriage and hesitated to ask: "My son, let's watch the excitement for a while. If we go out too early, we may be targeted."
In the carriage, Luo Hong smiled, but did not respond.
Targeted by everyone?
From the moment he left Anping County, he was already targeted.
Even at this moment, a lot of eyes have gathered, falling on the carriage where Luo Hong is, as if to look through the carriage and look directly at Luo Hong in the carriage.
Many gazes were playful, many gazes contained murderous intent, and many gazes contained sneers.
However, the carriage was extremely quiet, without any movement, and did not respond to these gazes.
In the crowd, not far from the carriage.
A beautiful figure wearing a veil and a piano case on his back looked at Luo Hong's carriage slightly startled.
Under the veil, the faintly exposed brows were lightly twisted, "Hong Chen's nephew?"
"It's a loving and righteous child, but I really shouldn't have come."
"Hong Chen has been dead for fifteen years. The Luo Family has endured it for so many years, so can't you continue to bear it?"
At the moment, the woman's eyes were crying and smiling, with relief and sorrow, and more of melancholy and disappointment.
On Luoshen Lake.
With his eyes closed, Wei Qiansui opened his eyes while listening to the singing of many oirans.
The moment he opened his eyes, all the voices disappeared, and the oirans were silent, afraid to make any more noises.
Wei Qiansui raised his gaze, crossed the sparkling lake, and landed on the carriage behind the white jade fence.
The corners of the mouth could not help but raised slightly.
"Good boy, I really dare to come, even with our sword guard..."
Wei Qiansui was surprised, with a somewhat surly smile.
Looking at the Floating Snow Sword floating in front of the pavilion, he raised his hand and flicked it lightly. It bounced in the air, but it seemed to bounce on the blade.
Ding!
Piaoxuejian suddenly uttered a crisp sword chant, and the sound spread, seeming to form an undetectable wave, spreading across the entire lake.
The world became quiet at this moment.
All the whispers, all the people who talked freely closed their mouths at this moment.
Wei Qiansui got up. He didn't wear the clothes of an eunuch. Instead, he was wearing a brocade suit with his hands on his back. His complexion was white, and his ears had two strands of white hair with a little vicissitudes of life.
He stood on the bow of the tall flower boat, looking straight at Luoshen Lake.
"Our family was ordered by the prince to hold this sword appreciation meeting. Piaoxue, one of the ten most famous swords in the world, was once the saber of Luo Hongchen, the prince of the world. Unfortunately, the prince has passed away. The Sword Appreciation Conference is also a conference to find the master of the sword, to find the master of the famous sword."
"It has long been heard that Jiangling has occupied the heaven and the underworld, and the prince ordered our family to hang the sword at Louguan. Please ask all Jiangling literati to write poems and match the famous swords with masterpieces. This sword appreciation meeting can be completed."
"So, if you want to compete for the famous sword Piaoxue, you need a poem to be the place for the sword, and you can enter the arena with a poem below the second level."
Wei Qiansui stood on the bow, with a somewhat sharp voice lingering above the lake.
"Some people may not understand poetry. It doesn't matter. You can ask a literati to help you write a poem, or you can spend a lot of money to buy a masterpiece as a stepping stone to taking the sword."
Wei Qiansui said with a smile on his face.
The words fall.
All over the lake, among the many flower boats, everyone was in an uproar.
This rule...Where is the sword appreciation meeting, this is the sword humiliation meeting!
How does this make the Piaoxuejian different from the Oiran of Guixianglou?
It's all money...
You can get it if you have money.
Many people were silent. The Piaoxue Sword was originally the sword of Luo Hongchen, the arrogant of the Luo family, but at this moment, this move made it clear that he was humiliating the Luo family.
The top of Guixiang Tower.
Chu Tiannan curled his lips. If one day after he died, his Chunjun was like this, he would be so angry that he would turn over the coffin board.
In many flower boats, the literati poosers are very excited. They don't care whether it is humiliation or not, they only know that it is time for them to become famous.
In the flower boat of Da Chu Wu's house.
A middle-aged man carried a pinewood sword box on his back, but sneered and shook his head.
"The famous sword bears luck. Although Luo Hongchen is dead, his vitality may still remain. By doing this, he intends to defeat the Piaoxuejian's vitality. No matter what, the Piaoxuejian is also one of the top ten famous swords. Slowly accumulate the vitality."
The middle-aged man said lightly.
Afterwards, he beckoned to find a young man, "Go find a talented Liu, and buy him a poem."
"Hey." Xiao Si bowed and exited the flower boat.
And in the crowd.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiazi turned his face slightly and frowned.
It seems to be listening to the movement in the carriage.
In the carriage, Luo Hong was stroking the human skin book. Those who were able to stand up and grab the sword at this time naturally came to humiliate and oppose the Luo family. The smile on Luo Hong's face grew thicker.
In the distance, the veiled woman carrying the piano case had her eyebrows frowned, and murderous intent surged in her eyes.
The commotion of the crowd is like a gust of wind, and many people who watch the fun are excited. Naturally, they like to watch the fun, the more fun the better.
Of course, the most exciting thing is the literati poos on the flower boat.
Many swordsmen and monks have heard the news, and literati poems are naturally good at writing poems and so on, so many swordsmen have boarded the flower boats of many literati poosers, or bought poems from the literati on the shore.
There are even some excellent poems, which are even more expensive.
Wei Qiansui could not help but his mouth as he felt the breeze blowing by the lake with his hands on his back.
Suddenly.
On the lakeside, a swordsman with a sword slung on his waist jumped out of the flower boat, his toes point on the lake, making the lake surface ripples, and his figure was like a flying swallow floating on the lake in front of the huge flower boat.
This is a swordsman with a fifth-grade cultivation base, and his expression is a little excited at this moment. Since there is no one to start, then he will be the first to take the lead, and he will be able to make a splash in this sword appreciation meeting.
He took out a piece of paper and threw it abruptly onto the ship.
"Wei Qiansui, in the Liu Family of the Lower Beiling, Liu Yuehua is also a family of Jian Jian. This is a poem purchased at a cost of one thousand taels of silver. Can you knock on the door of this sword appreciation conference?"
The swordsman laughed heartily.
The little beside Wei Qiansui lightly took the piece of paper on which the poem was written.
"Read."
Wei Qiansui glanced at the people below, and said lightly.
The little immediately cleared his throat, with a slightly sharp, crisp voice, chanting poems, haunting Luoshen Lake.
Quiet, the whole lake is extremely quiet.
A pair of eyes were exposed from it, staring at the swordsman standing on the lake with a sword on his waist.
"What a ‘One sword goes out of the sky, the immortal does not face the dust’, the value of one thousand taels!"
The swordsman laughed, laughter haunting the lake.
Around, many swordsmen are ready to move, also planning to rush into Luoshen Lake to open up their reputation.
However, many people looked at the carriage that was standing behind the white jade stone fence by the lake with a smile.
They wanted to see how Luo Hong would react.
Luo Hongchen's relics were regarded as grandstanding...As the Luo family, how would Luo Hong react?
Of course, in the eyes of many people, what can Luo Hong do?
It is forbearance.
After all, it has just started now, is it possible for Luo Hong to jump out directly?
Even Yuan Xiazi felt so.
It is indeed not a good thing to appear too early.
Suddenly, Yuan Xiazi was startled.
He found the curtain of the carriage behind him opened.
Luo Hong, who had been in the carriage all the time, got out of it from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com.
"Master, what are you doing?!"
Yuan Xiazi was surprised.
Luo Hong glanced at Yuan Xiazi, "What else can I do? Of course it is to kill them."
Luo Hong smiled, took out the human skin book from his arms, and wrote the name "Liu Yuehua" with a personal charcoal pen.
next moment.
In white clothes, he jumped out of the carriage.
The splendid and dazzling Zhengyang Qi rises into the sky, like a blazing sun in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Luo Hong rushed out of the carriage, and Xiao Douhua got out of the carriage excitedly and stood beside Yuan Xiazi.
And Luo Hong, in white clothes floating, stepping on the white jade fence, flying straight out in the eyes of many surprises, like Feihong stepping on the snow mud and stepping on the surface of Luoshen Lake.
Squeeze the sword finger and recite the poem.
"Jieyu joined the army in a daze, and Saibei is full of grievances."
"One Xiao, one sword to pacify the business, with a mad reputation for 15 years."
"My uncle Luo Hong Hongchen sword."
"Wait, you deserve to be humiliated?"
The words fall.
Between everyone's eyes tightening.
Luo Hongjian raised his finger lightly, on top of the carriage, in an exclamation of Xiaodouhua.
The pure Jun sword went out of its sheath and skyrocketed.
Luo Hong pointed at Liu Yuehua, the fifth-grade swordsman standing on the lake.
The pure Jun sword superimposed the sword energy three hundred and six, and the sword slashed.
Liu Yuehua's expression froze before he even had time to draw his sword.
Sword Qi penetrated his body, countless blood sprayed, Liu Yuehua was split in half, and the body fell into the lake.
Everyone sucked in air-conditioning, their eyes narrowed.
No one thought that Luo Hong would appear so soon.
Even in a thunderous posture, a sword...killing.
After Luoshen Lake swallowed Liu Yuehua's body, it was later realized that Luo Hong cut out a slender white wave...
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