dude is so righteous

Literati and poets leaned on the railing of the flower boat, looking at the many flower boats floating on Luoshen Lake, with a little excitement in their expressions.

On the shore of Luoshen Lake, some Jianghu tourists who are not qualified to board the flower boat even blocked the white jade fence on the shore.

Some people watching the excitement are also on the inner floor and the outer floor.

Bustling with people.

This is a grand event in Jianghu, but for the people of Jiangling Mansion, it is also a grand event of romance.

On the shore of Luoshen Lake, Guixiang Building.

This romantic sanctuary in the Jiangling Mansion is even more lively now. Although it is only sunset, the lanterns have already been hung up, 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 sold for thousands of dollars, making them hard-to-buy feng shui places.

Guixiang Building, the top floor.

Carved wooden windows were pushed open.

Chu Tiannan held the blue and white porcelain wine glass in his hand, and leaned against the window, looking calmly at the surface of Luoshen Lake, which seemed to be sprinkled with crumbled gold.

Old Huang's face smelled of alcohol, with the smell of rouge still on his face, he moved closer to Chu Tiannan's side.

"Why don't young masters join in the fun?"

"This time, the Sword Appreciation Conference is clearly a hole. The hole dug for Luo Hong is just right. Doesn't the little duke go up there to avenge his shame?"

"Besides, the little marquis has lost Chunjun, so it would be a great pleasure to get Uncle Luo Hong's Piaoxue."

Lao Huang smiled and grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

Hearing this, Chu Tiannan glanced at Lao Huang expressionlessly.

"I lost Chun Jun, and what I got back must be Chun Jun. Besides... this Piaoxue Sword is the sword used by Luo Hongchen. I still admire Luo Hongchen. He was so magnificent back then. How many talents have been overwhelmed, and I have won the first place in the yellow list, the black list, and the ground list, I admire it very much."

"So, I won't make a move in this sword appreciating meeting, just treat it as a tribute to someone I once admired."

Chu Tiannan said lightly.

"Besides, the crown prince hung up Luo Hongchen's sword just to slap the Luo family in the face. The purpose is to kill Luo Hong. Naturally, someone from the Chu family will take action, so there is no need for me to do so."

"Besides, before I'm sure I can win against Luo Hong, it doesn't make much sense to go..."

"The most important thing is that just after I lost my old love, I'm looking for a new one... the reputation will be bad."

After Chu Tiannan finished speaking, he poured all the wine in the blue and white porcelain cup into his mouth in one gulp.

When Lao Huang heard this, he rolled his eyes.

Afterwards, he looked at the beautiful scenery of countless flower boats vying for beauty under the setting sun.

"Young Lord, do you think Luo Hong dares to come? To be honest, I really can't think of any reason for him to come...Wei Qiansui protects the sword, even if Luo Hong can really win the sword, I'm afraid it will be too much."

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult to get out of Jiangling mansion alive."

Old Huang said.

Chu Tiannan took a deep breath, held his wine glass, leaned over the window, and squinted his eyes.

"He will come because...he has already come."

After finishing speaking, Chu Tiannan pouted towards the white jade arch bridge to the south.

When Lao Huang looked at it, he immediately let out a "huh", opened his mouth, and murmured.

"You really came, you really dare to come..."

……

The carriage was leisurely, its wheels running over the smooth bluestone road.

Because of Zhang Zhifu's reminder, Yuan Xiazi drove Luo Hong directly to Luoshen Lake.

After passing the white jade arch bridge, there are bustling crowds.

Luo Hong lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at everything outside, and couldn't help smiling.

"It's so lively."

Blind Yuan sat on the front of the car with his bamboo pole in his arms, and nodded.

"In this world, there is never a shortage of spectators."

"I hope they are really just watching the fun, but they don't know how many people with ulterior motives are hidden among these people watching the fun." Luo Hong curled his lips.

The carriage continued to drive, and Yuan Xiazi did not know what tricks were used. The crowd seemed to be divided by an invisible force, like a sea that could not be closed.

The carriage moved forward leisurely, and stopped in front of the white jade railing.

Blind Yuan leaned on the frame of the carriage, hesitated and asked, "My lord, let's watch the excitement first, if you go out too early, you may become a target of public criticism."

In the carriage, Luo Hong smiled, but did not respond.

Target?

From the moment he left Anping County, he was already the target of public criticism.

Even, at this moment, many eyes have gathered and landed on the carriage where Luo Hong was, as if they wanted to see through the carriage and look directly at Luo Hong in the carriage.

A lot of eyes were playful, a lot of eyes were fierce and contained murderous intent, and a lot of eyes were filled with sneering.

However, the carriage was extremely quiet, without any movement, nor did it respond to these gazes.

Among the crowd, not far from the carriage.

A beautiful figure with a veil and a piano case on her back looked at Luo Hong's carriage in a daze.

Under the cover of the veil, the faintly exposed brows were slightly raised, "Hongchen's nephew?"

"He is a loving and righteous child, but he really shouldn't come."

"Hongchen died for 15 years, the Luo family endured it for so many years, won't we continue to endure it?"

At this moment, the woman's eyes are full of tears and smiles, some are relieved, some are sad, and more of them are sad and lost.

On Luoshen Lake.

With his eyes closed, Wei Qiansui, who was leisurely listening to the playing and singing of many oirans, opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, all the voices disappeared, and the oirans fell silent, not daring to make any more noises.

Wei Qiansui raised his eyes, crossed the sparkling lake, and landed on the carriage behind the white jade railing.

The corner of the mouth can't help but pick up slightly.

"Good boy, you really dare to come, even with our sword guard..."

Wei Qiansui was surprised, but also had a sinister smile.

Looking at the Piaoxue sword floating in front of the pavilion, he raised his hand and flicked it lightly. The flick was in the air, but it seemed to be on the sword body.

Ding!

The Piaoxue Sword immediately gave out a clear and clear sound of sword chant, and the sound spread, seemingly forming an undetectable wave, spreading across the entire lake.

The world became quiet at this moment.

All the whispers, all the people who talked freely shut their mouths at this moment.

Wei Qiansui got up, he was not wearing eunuch's clothes, but was wearing brocade clothes, with his hands behind his back, his complexion was fair, and there were two strands of white hair on his ear temples, showing a little vicissitudes.

He stood on the bow of the tall flower boat, looking straight at Luoshen Lake.

"Our family was ordered by the crown prince to hold this sword appreciation meeting. Piaoxue, one of the top ten famous swords in the world, was once the sword of Luo Hongchen, the pride of the world. Unfortunately, the glory of heaven has passed away, and the famous sword cannot be without an owner. Today The Sword Appreciation Conference is also a conference to find the master of the sword, to find the master of the famous sword."

"I have heard for a long time that Jiangling occupies the world's literary circles. The crown prince specially ordered our family to hang swords at Louguan. Please invite all Jiangling literati to write poems. Famous swords should be paired with excellent works. This sword appreciation conference will be complete."

"Thus, if you want to compete for the famous sword Piaoxue, you need a poem to win the sword, and you can enter with a poem if you have a cultivation level below the second rank."

Wei Qiansui stood at the bow of the boat, with a somewhat sharp voice, lingering on the lakeside.

"Some people may not understand poetry, it doesn't matter, you can ask literati to help you write poetry, or spend a lot of money to buy a masterpiece as a stepping stone to participate in the sword."

Wei Qiansui said with a smile on his face.

The words fall.

On the entire lake, among the many flower boats, everyone was in an uproar.

This rule... This is not a sword appreciation meeting, it is a sword humiliation meeting!

In doing so, how does Piaoxuejian differ from the oiran of Guixianglou?

It's all about money...

If you have money, you can go.

Many people kept silent, the Piaoxue Sword was originally the sword of Luo Hongchen, the pride of the Luo family, but at this moment, this move was clearly to humiliate the Luo family.

The top of Guixiang Tower.

Chu Tiannan pouted, if one day after his death, his Chunjun was messed with like this, he would be so angry that he would overturn the coffin boards.

But in many flower boats, the literati and poets were very excited, they didn't care whether it was humiliation or not, they only knew that it was time for them to become famous.

In the flower boat of the Wu family in Dachu.

A middle-aged man carried a pineapple sword box on his back, but shook his head with a sneer.

"Famous swords carry luck. Although Luo Hongchen is dead, his vitality may still be left. To do this is to destroy Piaoxuejian's aura. That's all, Piaoxuejian is one of the top ten famous swords. Just slowly build up your energy."

The middle-aged man said lightly.

Afterwards, he beckoned to find a young servant, "Go to a gifted Liu, and ask him to buy a poem."

"Here." The servant bowed and exited the flower boat.

And in the crowd.

Hearing these words, blind Yuan 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 could stand up and grab the sword at this time were naturally here to humiliate the Luo family and make enemies of the Luo family. The smile on Luo Hong's face became wider and wider.

In the distance, the veiled woman carrying the piano case frowned, and there was murderous intent in her eyes.

The turmoil of the crowd was also like a gust of wind howling, and many spectators were very excited. Naturally, these spectators like the more lively the better.

Of course, the most excited ones are the literati and poets on the flower boat.

Many swordsmen and monks have already heard the news, and the literati and poets are naturally better at composing poems, so many swordsmen have boarded the flower boats of many literati and poets, or bought poems from the literati on the shore.

There are even some excellent poems, and the asking price has reached a thousand gold.

Wei Qiansui put his hands behind his back, feeling the breeze blowing by the lake, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Suddenly.

On the shore of the lake, a swordsman with a sword on his waist jumped out of the flower boat, pointing his toes on the lake surface, causing ripples on the lake surface, and his figure was like a flying swallow floating on the lake in front of the huge flower boat.

This is a fifth-rank swordsman, and his face is a little excited at the moment. Since no one has started, then he will take the lead, and he can leave a strong mark in this sword appreciation meeting.

He took out a piece of paper and threw it to the upper boat.

"Wei Qiansui, in the Liu family in Xiabeiling, Liu Yuehua is also a family of swordsmen. This is a poem that I bought for 1000 taels of silver. Can you knock on the door of this sword appreciation conference?"

The swordsman laughed heartily.

The little eunuch next to Wei Qiansui lightly took the paper on which the poem was written.

"read."

Wei Qiansui glanced at the people below, and said calmly.

The little eunuch cleared his throat immediately, and in a sharp, crisp voice, he recited poems, lingering around the shore of Luoshen Lake.

Quiet, the entire lake is extremely quiet.

Pairs of eyes were exposed from it, staring at the swordsman standing on the lake with a sword on his waist.

"It's a good 'one sword out of the sky, the immortal will not come to the dust', the value of 1000 taels of flowers!"

The swordsman laughed, and the laughter echoed across the lake.

Around, many swordsmen were ready to move, also intending to rush into Luoshen Lake and gain fame.

However, many people also looked at the carriage standing behind the white jade railing by the lake with half-smiles.