Vol 2 Chapter 101: he came

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"The Saintess of Tianzong and the eldest brother are friends. The two met in the Yunzhou case last year. The Saintess of Tianzong followed my eldest brother to slay the enemy courageously, cut down the rebels and suppress the mountain bandits, we shared weal and woe, and forged a deep friendship." Xu New Year While explaining, he took a sip of tea.
These words were told by the eldest brother, and the mother also said that in the past year, the saint of Heavenly Sect had formed a private army to suppress bandits in Yunzhou... The reason why the mother knew it was the saint of Heavenly Sect. The woman told her herself.
The Saintess of Tianzong and Xu Yinluo formed a deep friendship... Wang Simu was suddenly relieved, his face filled with a gentle smile, and said:
"I heard from the Ke Qing in the mansion that Li Miaozhen, the Saintess of the Heavenly Sect, has the strength of the fourth rank, and Chu Yuanzhen is not bad at fighting him. Looking at the capital, such a young man has a fourth rank. , A handful of them."
Chu Yuanzhen is not young anymore...Xu Xinnian nodded and said: "The two protagonists in the dispute between heaven and man are indeed the dragon and the phoenix in the human."
Wang Simu said: "However, in a few more years, Xu Yinluo will be able to compete with these two. After the battle, the capital is saying that Xu Yinluo's talent will not lose to Zhenbei Wang."
Xu Xinnian raised his jaw, and said in a calm tone: "Big Brother's cultivation base is still a little worse. These rumors are all flattering."
He seemed very proud...Sure enough, complimenting Xu Qi'an was able to please Xu Cijiu... Wang Simu analyzed it in his heart.
The horse-drawn carriage drove slowly, and at the gate of the inner city, it came across teams in Huaiqing and Lin'an. Two carriages made of golden nanmu stopped at the gate of the city.
"His Royal Highness, do you think that is Miss Wang's carriage?"
The maid who raised the curtains to look at the scenery, saw Wang Simu's carriage, turned her head with joy and told Lin'an.
"It's really my sister's carriage," Lin'an leaned over to take a look, smiled openly, and ordered: "Go and let her know and ask her to come over. I want to ride with her."
The maid shouted immediately.
At the other end, Wang Simu in the carriage heard the call, opened the curtain in amazement, and saw the yellow silk cover of the golden nanmu carriage opposite, embroidered with the word Lin'an.
Immediately smiled and responded: "His Royal Highness Lin'an."
Lin'an pushed aside the maid, raised the curtain with her bare hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Simu also goes to Weishui to watch the dispute between heaven and man?"
Wang Simu said sweetly.
Lin'an became happy for a moment, the peach blossom eyes bend into crescent moons, and he beckoned his little hand: "Come, come to this palace."
Wang Simu was about to speak, suddenly frowning, Xiupa covered his nose and mouth, coughing violently.
Lin'an said with concern: "What's wrong."
Wang Simu said helplessly: "I caught wind and cold a few days ago, and I have taken a few doses of medicine, and it is no major problem. However, even though it is embers, it is not good to infect His Highness."
Biao Biao looked regretful and told Miss Wang to rest well.
Wang Simu smiled. At this moment, when she saw the carriage in front, the window of the carriage suddenly lifted up, and her eyes were as clear as a pool of cold, giving her a cold look.
In an instant, Wang Simu felt that all his careful thoughts and thoughts were clearly seen.
She smiled reluctantly and lowered the curtain.
When the carriage drove out for a while, Wang Simu felt relieved, patted his chest, and looked at Xu Xinian and said, "I am most afraid of getting along with His Highness Huaiqing. She is too smart."
Xu New Year smiled.
With an open mind and firm will, he can face all situations indifferently. It doesn't matter even if you see your inner thoughts.
This is because Xu Erlang has experienced several social deaths and tempered himself out of the city.
Life is the best teacher.
Two golden nanmu carriages, waiting for a long time at the gate of the inner city, finally waited for eight silver gongs, leading a dozen silver gongs, and more than 30 bronze gongs, and the team came on horseback neatly.
The last Jin gong was on duty at the Yamen for a few days and could not leave.
Seeing the appearance of the fighters, Biaobi was stunned. She always felt that there were too few guards to ensure the safety of herself and Huaiqing in a mixed environment.
Bingzhu's trust in Huaiqing, Biaozhu did not raise this question.
"With so many golden gongs and silver gongs, Huaiqing and I will be safe even if there are thousands of troops on the opposite side." Houhou felt very at ease.
Huaiqing lifted the curtains, glanced at the watchmen, frowned and said, "Where is Xu Ningyan?"
Jiang Luzhong shook his head and said with a smile: "This kid sits in the hall for three days, fishing and two days on the net. Most of the time, he can't find anyone. Who knows why he went."
Huaiqing nodded, lowered the curtain, the team started, and passed through the outer city. After driving on the official road for more than half an hour, the carriage slowly stopped.
"His Royal Highness, you can only walk further forward."
Said the chief guard.
Huaiqing and Lin'an each got out of their wagons, both in strong outfits. The former had a full chest, bulging forward and backward, showing the plump figure of a woman.
The latter uses a moire ribbon to outline the waist of the water snake, which is twisted in a variety of ways while walking. Obviously he has never made any seductive behaviors, but he is even more charming and seductive than his sister Huaiqing.
Under the protection of the guards and the guards in the palace, Huaiqing and Lin'an left the official road and walked into the wasteland full of weeds. After walking for a quarter of an hour, Lin'an's trousers and small cotton boots were covered with dew and grass.
"A lot of people..."
Lin'an suddenly stopped and sighed.
The width of the Weishui River is 20 meters wide, and during the flood season, the width of the river will even rise to 30 meters. At this time, the two sides of the Weishui River were crowded with people standing in the dark, there were people from the rivers and lakes who carried swords and swords, and there were also people from Beijing who came out to see the bustling market.
There are also idle boys in the capital, officials who take time off to watch the dispute between heaven and man, and nobles such as honorable men.
Of course, students from the Imperial College and Yunlu Academy, as well as wealthy daughters like Wang Simu are indispensable.
These people took a dozen or so guards, arbitrarily cleared the field, and occupied a place exclusively.
"Clearance."
Huai Qing, who had picked a good spot, waved his hand and ordered the guards to work.
"Another big man is here."
"That woman is so beautiful, hiss...There are so many golden gong guards beside him?!"
The chased people seem to be used to it, and they change positions in curses and gossip about the identity of Huaiqing.
"She is the eldest princess of our Dafeng, with the title Huaiqing." A person from Beijing said.
"I remember, she was sitting in the imperial shed during the battle that day."
"Our great princess is actually such a beautiful beauty in the country, can she be married? Who is the husband?"
"None of the four princesses of the royal family were married, and they were waiting in their boudoir. The one next to her was the second highness Lin'an. I think Princess Lin'an..."
I originally wanted to comment a few words, but thinking that the golden gongs are so clever and eye-catching, they probably heard the discussion here, and immediately shut up and didn't dare to discuss the princess.
Mounting looked around in the crowd, frowning: "Where is the dog minion, Huaiqing, where is the dog minion."
Huaiqing ignored her.
"Go away and go away..."
At this time, there was a loud shout, and Huaiqian and Huaiqing turned around and looked at them. Dozens of armored soldiers wielded scabbards to drive away the crowd.
The soldiers guarded a woman wearing a drapery hat. The veil was hung down and there was a veil inside. The warrior with the highest cultivation level could not see the woman's true face through the two layers of protection.
"The princess is here, let's go say hello." Biaoshou looked at Huaiqing.
Huaiqing turned his face coldly, dismissing it.
The golden gongs turned their heads and looked at the princess who was surrounded by the guards, their eyes full of curiosity.
Princess Zhenbei is hailed as the first beauty of Dafeng, but it is rarely seen by people. It is not the first time that the Jin gong present has seen her, but every time she has done layers of protection, she missed the chance to see her.
"Even she is here, and the princess didn't disturb the princess last time." Jiang Luzhong sighed.
"The fighting method is mysterious and mysterious. What's so good about it? The Taoist contest between heaven and man is one time. It has been brewing for more than a month, and no one is not curious." Zhang Kaitai said.
At this time, when we first arrived at Mao, there were three quarters of an hour, and it was a dispute between heaven and man.
Hundreds of people gathered on the Weishui River, eagerly looking forward to the next battle. The expressions of the people were cheerful, like going to a fair.
Outside the crowd, a pergola was set up to sell tea and early food at a higher price than the stalls in the inner city.
The expressions of the people in the arena are expectant and excited. The battle between heaven and man is one time, and every time it is a prosperous era of great Feng Jianghu, second only to the martial arts convention held every 13 years.
"Hey, look, Liu Yun from the Double Sword Gate is here, is the sect master Cheng Hensheng next to her?" someone cried.
Looking at the sound, a group of people from the rivers and lakes in strong costumes came. They were characterized by dark skin and sharp eyebrows with two scimitars on their backs.
One of the little girls with double knives is particularly beautiful, with wheat-colored skin and sharp eyes, like a vigorous female leopard, very wild.
She followed behind a middle-aged man, who was restrained, as if not as sharp as the doorman behind him.
...........
"The people from Luya sword pavilion are here too, the butterfly sword blue color clothes are so beautiful, they are well-deserved."
"Pavilion Master Lan Huan's current cultivation base? I remember it was rumored last year that he broke through to become a rank 4 martial artist."
"I saw Girl Rongrong in Wanhualou, hehe, she really is a charming little fairy."
"Are those monks from Qinglong Temple?"
As the time for the decisive battle approached, more and more masters of the Jianghu sect arrived. They were different from the casual repairs, they were "big men" with territories and famous names.
The pavilion master of the Luya sword pavilion, Lan Huan picked a good position with a wide field of vision, and turned his head back, examining the Shuangdaomen sect master not far away, and said with his fist:
"It is said that the master of the Shuangdaomen Sect is unfathomable. When I saw it today, it was well-deserved."
An unremarkable opening remark.
The dark-skinned, unsmiling double-knife sect master looked over and said lightly: "Pavilion Master Lan is too acclaimed, I'm not as good as you."
He has not reached the fourth rank.
what? Is the master of the Double Sword Gate not as good as the master of the Luya Jian Pavilion?
The eyes of the people around the rivers and lakes brightened, and they were excited to eat a big melon. In the future, they can use this "secret" to win eyeballs when they brag about it with relatives and friends.
The sweet-looking, lively butterfly sword Lan Caiyi looked at the wheat-skinned two-door female hero Liu Yun, and the eyes of both sides touched, Lan Caiyi proudly stood up.
Liu Yun squinted her eyes and glanced away with disdain.
Lan Huan continued: "Sect Master, the two sects of heaven and human are fighting against each other. Which side do you think is more likely to win?"
"The two sects of heaven and man have fought for thousands of years and have won each other's victory and defeat. Let's not decide who is higher and who is lower. However, Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, I think Chu Yuanzhen has a higher chance of winning." Said.
"Why?" Lan Huan asked with a smile.
"Chu Yuanzhen was hailed as the No. 1 swordsman in Beijing six years ago by Wei Yuan. At that time, Li Miaozhen was still a young man. With this background alone, he surpassed Li Miaozhen," said the master.
Lan Huan had a different view, and said, "You don't know, Chu Yuanzhen is a well-known disciple of Renzong, who follows the martial arts system and cultivates Renzong kendo.
"There is a problem with the path, and Li Miao is really a sage of the Heavenly Sect."
There are actually these inside stories...... The people who eat melons are listening with gusto.
Suddenly, some people in the capital asked loudly, "How are these two people better than our Xu Yinluo?"
When Lan Huan heard the words, he smiled and did not answer.
The master of Shuangdaomen sneered.
"Hey, you two husbands, what does that mean."
The people in the capital were upset.
Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi looked around at everyone, and said crisply:
"Although Xu Yinluo is a talent of Tianzong, his qualifications are comparable to that of Zhenbei King, but he is only a seventh-rank martial artist. And the disciple Chu Yuanzhen of the human sect and the sage Li Miaozhen of the Tianzong, the former was able to compete with the fourth-ranked many years ago. The golden gong is inextricably difficult to solve. Although it is defeated, after so many years, the strength may not lose the fourth rank.
"Li Miao really dared to come to the capital to play the battle book, naturally he is also the fourth grade."
The people in the capital don't know how to practice, but they still understand the simple classification of ranks. It turns out that the great hero Xu Yinluo in their minds is just a seventh-rank martial artist?
The two protagonists in the dispute between heaven and man are indeed Grade 4.
"You fart, you dare to slander Xu Yinluo, everyone throws stones at her."
"The little girl has a long and handsome skin, but her mouth is very foul, hetui..."
The common people were very disappointed, and then anger surged and angered on Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi.
"Huh, the dog slave is obviously a sixth-rank." Biaozhuo said.
She felt a little unhappy. In Lin'an's understanding, her own dog minion was a great hero, who was able to stand alone against thousands of rebels in Yunzhou. Frustrated Buddhism Arhat in front of the Star Observatory.
This is something that a big man can do.
She always thinks that dog slaves are the best, but now she is compared and analyzed. Suddenly found that the rank of the dog minion was only 7th.
This huge drop makes her very uncomfortable.
"In Dafeng Capital, he is young and has a fourth-rank cultivation base, no more than the number of five fingers." A quack in a black robe said in a deep voice.
"Well, Xu Yinluo must be called a fourth-rank martial artist, but he is still too young now, and there is a big gap between Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen." Another personage added.
boom!
A stone came over and shattered on the invisible gas shield.
The gangster was furious, but he did not dare to attack. This is the boundary of the capital city, surrounded by high-ranking officials and masters of the government. If he dared to hurt civilians, he would surely attract severe punishment from the strong officials.
"Nonsense, Xu Yinluo smashed the golden body with a single blow, so majestic. How could it be possible to have only seven products."
"That's right, Chu Yuanzhen is so powerful, why doesn't he fight and break the golden body of the young monk."
"I think that among the young masters in Beijing, only Xu Yinluo is the most powerful. You guys just don't look at the scenery of Yinluo."
The curse was everywhere, and the common people responded fiercely and filled with righteous indignation.
They cursed and cursed, seeing that there were no people from the gang to speak for Xu Yinluo, even the officials and the guards did not speak, they gradually believed this fact.
A huge disappointment filled my heart.
At this moment, the sound of howling wind came from the top of the head, and a figure flew with a sword, condensing over the Weishui River.
This person is dressed in Tsing Yi, has a handsome face, is not old, but not too young, a strand of white hair hanging down his forehead tells his vicissitudes of life.
"Chu Yuanzhen!"
Below, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd.
When the voice fell, another whistling sound rang out, and in the distance, the woman stepping on the flying sword came swiftly and stopped opposite Chu Yuanzhen.
The Saintess of Tianzong wears a simple Taoist gown, her hair is tied with ebony Taoist hairpins, her melon seeds have a fair and sharp face, her eyes are like lacquer, and her lips are thin. Just as the rumors say, she is a beauty that makes people shine.
Seeing this scene, the people in Beijing who were still annoyed the moment before suddenly lost their voice.
Yujian flies ~EbookFREE.me~ standing in the air, this is a fairy character who only exists in the storytelling population. In such a comparison, Xu Yinluo, who often travels on horseback, does not have enough space.
"Today's battle, do your best." Li Miaozhen stared at the Qingshan swordsman opposite.
"Good." Chu Yuanzhen nodded.
The duel between the Taoist heads is a matter for the Taoist heads. The current dispute between heaven and man is between the two of them.
Chu Yuanzhen knew that if Luo Yuheng couldn't break through the first rank, the conflict between heaven and man would be more fierce than good. If he avoids this battle, Ren Zong will still send other disciples to fight.
Rather than losing to Li Miaozhen, it is better for him to lose face. There are at least three opportunities to win.
It also counts the grace of the human sect for granting swords.
"Everyone, withdraw ten feet." Chu Yuanzhen shouted loudly.
On both sides of the Weishui River, the onlookers retreated "crashing".
The controversy between heaven and man was on the verge of breaking out. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the two in mid-air, both nervous and excited.
Suddenly, the melodious piano sound rang with great penetrating power, echoing in the air above the Wei River, echoing in the fields in the morning light.
The sound of the piano was so uncoordinated that it disrupted the rhythm of Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, letting off the rising momentum of the two.
Chu Yuanzhen saw Li Miaozhen's face suddenly stiff, and couldn't help but look back... and then Chu Zhuangyuan's face also froze.
The crowd of onlookers followed the sound of the piano and saw a awning boat floating in the distance. A tall young man stood proudly on the bow of the boat, leaning on a knife, looking at the undulating river with a meaningful look.
He is here, slowly coming in the exclusive bgm.
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PS: Headache, chest tightness, and weakness. Heatstroke caused electrolyte imbalance. After scraping, the headache eased, but at night, there was sudden pain. If Minger doesn't get well, I have to go to the hospital.