devil may cry

Chapter 63. Be Moderate

Early in the morning of the second day, there was a martial arts competition in the school field.

Bei Mingyan was worried about the three-day deadline given by Xichang, and feared that something might happen to Xue Luoqian during the martial arts competition. He stayed up all night, with dark circles under his eyes during the day, and was lectured by Xue Luoqian on the way here. with.

Next to him was still Ji Chaoxing, who arrived later than him, and seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but wonder what bad things this guy did last night, thinking about it...suddenly sat down covering his face.

Bei Mingyan yawned and said hello, Ji Chaoxing reluctantly put down his hand, blushed and hurt him a few words, and finally Bei Mingyan said with a blank face: "He is no better than you, and today he has to compete on behalf of others. Don't know temperance!"

Bei Mingyan's heart was in a mess, and he replied in a daze, "Mmmm!"

Ji Chaoxing said in his heart, what a ghost, he rolled his eyes and concentrated on looking at the school field below.

In today's second match, Xue Luoqian's opponent is from Wuye Temple, which is as famous as Jiuling Temple, and the abbot of the sect made friends with Master Linqi.

However, Master Linqi was not present at the pumice meeting this time. It is said that Jiuling Temple was ransacked overnight by thieves.

The person who came was a monk from the Wuye Temple. He issued a dharma name to search for worries, and held a Zen staff called "Yisha", which was powerful enough to shake the ground.

Xunyou is not like an ordinary monk, but rather majestic and violent, he is tall and big, and he walks up to the martial arts stage step by step, with a lot of rough air.

After he stood still, he poked the Zen stick in his hand heavily, and a hole was smashed out of the hard ground, and it sank in. Bei Mingyan was so startled that he almost jumped up.

"Not good..."

Bei Mingyan became more nervous and asked, "What?"

"I said it's not good, why is it him?"

"what for?"

Ji Chaoxing's obsession with martial arts and weapons made him temporarily put aside his resentment towards Bei Mingyan, pointing to Xunyou's Zen stick and explaining: "The Zen stick in his hand is called 'Yisha', No. 20 on the weapon list, dedicated Grab the long sword."

"Xue Luoqian competed with him four years ago and won, but the Fengshan he used before was the famous sword of Xue Luosi, the well-known 'Moyi Qingxiang' in the Central Plains. It ranked second in the weapon list, only second Before Xue Luoqian, only his father could use the No. [-] divine sword 'Devil May Cry' in the world."

He glanced at Xue Luoqian with a little disgust at this time: "Look at what he is holding in his hand now!"

Bei Mingyan asked curiously: "Weapon spectrum? How much is your jealousy?"

"43."

On that day, Bei Mingyan had seen Shen Mujing's No.17 'Time Mirror', and Xue Luoqian had also told him that the weapon manual was written by the major martial arts families in the Central Plains, and it was quite recognized, so he said, "It's really amazing."

Ji Chaoxing's eyes could not hide the pride: "Of course! Jealousy is my mother's sword."

There are so many children in the family, but she chose him.

"My mother used it to win..."

Ye Xianchen, Beiming Quelan.

He suddenly stopped, and Bei Mingyan smiled indifferently: "It's okay, don't you people in Jianghu always regard the winner as the king?"

Ji Chaoxing seemed embarrassed, turned his head away: "No matter how powerful he is, he can't compare to Xue Luoqian."

"I've always been curious about this, why does Chao Xing keep comparing herself with Luo Qian?"

"You also think I'm inferior."

"No, no, that's not what I meant," Bei Mingyan looked at Xue Luoqian with long eyes, "Luo Qian said that people are the most important thing in competitions, not weapons."

A gong was struck on the field, and Xue Luoqian was holding a plain white sword. His figure was in stark contrast to the opposite one, and he looked even more lonely in the cold wind.

At the beginning, the two didn't catch up quickly.

Xunyou stared at Xue Luoqian, and said: "The current martial arts is really a child's play, call a brat to be the leader of the martial arts!"

He wasn't necessarily provocative, he was just a straight-talking senior, and Xue Luoqian was not so stingy, and bowed his hands respectfully: "Senior."

Unexpectedly, Xun You frowned even more: "What are you doing learning those vain etiquettes!"

Xue Luoqian didn't answer.

"What is your thing?"

"sword."

"Back then when the Sajia lost to you, Fengshan contributed the most. Today, what do you want to use to take over the power of the Sajia's 'One Moment'?"

Xue Luoqian lightly raised his sword: "Try it and you will know."

Xun You laughed twice, raised his Zen staff, "You have the kindness, let me be ashamed today!"

Only now did the two exchange hands, which weighed as much as a thousand stones in an instant, but were as light as a cicada's wing in Xun You's hands. They swung nimbly, and the attack was swift and fierce, gradually gaining speed.

Xue Luoqian's martial arts prodigy is exquisite, with eighteen kinds of martial arts, and his swordsmanship is the strongest.

And swordsmanship is extremely skillful, turning the visible into the invisible, and the tension into the force. For the strongest swordsman, a single branch can sweep the world.

However, he knows that no matter how talented he is, becoming the leader of the martial arts at the age of 21 is not the strongest swordsman in the world.

The well-deserved number one in the world is his father.

It can be seen from Feng Shan that when he uses it, it is nothing more than practicing swords in normal times. If he is pushing it with all his strength like now, he must drink enough of his own blood before he can suppress it with all his strength, otherwise the sword itself will not be affected by him. fully control.

He has never seen Devil May Cry, and Feng Shan has never made a mistake in his hand, but just as his father said to him when he passed away: This sword should be sealed.

Sometimes Xue Luoqian also wondered how strong his own strength was after leaving Fengshan.

"Drink——" Xunyou jumped up, and the Zen staff slammed down on him heavily. Xue Luoqian chose to dodge instead of attack. If he had hit Mu Chenjian with a single blow just now, the sword would have been destroyed.

Xun You pulled out his Zen staff and swung it again, Xue Luoqian turned somersault and tapped on his toes, and Mu Chen stabbed Xun You's hand.

Xun You let go for a moment, the tip of the sword slammed onto the Zen staff with a "ding", Xue Luoqian swung his backhand, and the sword light flashed across Xun You's bare head.

"it is good!"

The flames were raging below, Bei Mingyan kept his eyes on him, for fear that something might go wrong when looking for worries, it can be seen that he yelled and laughed at times, describing everything as normal, but also worried that no one would do anything, and the matter of Xichang was unsolvable.

The two fought faster and faster, their moves became more and more fierce, and the worry-seeking momentum was in full swing, but at least one of the ten blows hit the ground, and the remaining blows were always resolved by Xue Luoqian's sword. It was a black bird, flying dexterously. Gradually, it became difficult to find worries.

Huo Liancheng clicked his tongue and said: "This is not a monk! Then what is a Zen stick!"

"Ugh……"

"What? Are you afraid that your precious grandson won't be able to beat him?"

Xue Yaoshan said: "I'm worried about you! Look at that bald donkey, how did you smash the table? Doesn't it cost money to repair it?"

"...!!" That's right!!

"Don't worry, Xiao Luoqian already defeated me two years ago."

The way Huo Liancheng looked at Xue Luoqian immediately changed.

Who is Xue Yaoshan?Even if it is old, it is still the banner of martial arts.

"You're lucky! You don't know what you ate to grow up, even those kids are so competitive. Does your family have good Feng Shui? It must be..."

Xue Yaoshan said depressedly: "I'm afraid the next generation will not have this blessing..."

The people in the field were playing more and more enthusiastically, Huo Liancheng seemed to see it, didn't think about the meaning of his words, and said perfunctorily: "Don't be so sad! One generation is better than one generation!"

Xue Yaoshan looked at the extremely fast-moving black figure off the court, and said to himself: "Forget it, this child should have suffered enough."

Let him alone.

Let it go.

Don't be like his father.

This competition lasted for a long time.

When Xue Luoqian pointed his sword at Monk Xunyou's throat, the sun gradually rose, and he was already sweating profusely, panting for breath.

The monk half-kneeled in front of him, convinced: "Sajia...lost!"

"...Acceptance."

He simply said these two words, and the people in the stands woke up like a dream. From the sparse applause to the thunderous applause, Bei Mingyan was instantly submerged in the sound of the crowd.

Xue Luoqian retracted his sword and looked up at him.

No matter how loud or chaotic people are, Xue Luoqian can always find him at a glance.

Bei Mingyan's side was Ji's house, it wasn't too chaotic, and it was not far from Xue Luoqian, so he waved his hand quietly, the other party nodded and turned to leave.

It wasn't until the end of the third game that people's enthusiasm for the previous battle gradually weakened.

"Is Master Xunyou okay?"

"Grandfather sent someone to watch him, and he is fine for the time being."

Xue Luoqian sat beside him, his forehead hair was wet, his breath had just calmed down not long ago, his clothes and hair were a little messy, but his face was touching for no reason.

He carefully checked Mu Chen.

If there is no action, wouldn't the clue be broken?

"I thought about it last night. Could this matter be related to the Patriarch of the Xia Family?"

"How to say?"

"He was originally invited, but he returned just before the accident, and just happened to tell you about my whereabouts in Fengshan, so he threw away the Pumice Society."

Xue Luoqian hesitated for a moment: "Xia Wuchen is indeed ill, Master can trust me."

He also asked Nangong Qingshui about this matter, and Xia Wuyu had indeed returned to Southern Border.

"I didn't have to doubt him, but I didn't have a clue, everyone got into their heads," Bei Mingyan pointed to his temple: "Uneasy."

Xue Luoqian looked at his dark circles, and wanted to raise his hand to touch his eyes, but before he touched anyone, there was a cough in front of him, followed by Ji Huo's voice: "Are you sick?"

Ji Chaoxing sat upright, "No."

……

Afterwards, Xue Luoqian competed a few more times, winning without any suspense, and the match ended at noon.

On the way back, they saw the Shen brothers, but they were not very happy.

Shen Muyu grabbed Shen Muqing's collar, and pressed the person against the wall. The location is remote and there are few people there. If it wasn't for Bei Mingyan's sharp eyes, he would have missed the passing figure.

"A fight?"

Xue Luoqian shook his head and walked over first.

As they got closer, they heard Shen Muyu's crying voice: "Brother! You were not like this before!"

Shen Muqing's voice sounded calm: "Brother has always been like this."

"Always? Always! Mu Jing has always liked you too! Why can't you go see her for the last time!"

"On behalf of the Shen family of Shenmulou, I'm here to attend the Floating Stone Meeting."

"Pumice Club Pumice Club! Is this Pokémon more important than my sister?!"

Xue Yan and Xue Yan looked at each other with a complicated look.

Shen Muqing asked back: "Sister?"

Seeing from behind, Shen Muyu let go of his elder brother, took a few steps back, and said in a tone full of disbelief, "You...not him..."