Jianling

As Shen Chongxuan said, Shi Lian's Zen school is loyal to the imperial court, and all the major disciples are trained by the court, and then inherit the Zen school, which is similar to the Buddha on the surface.Different from ordinary temples, the abbots of all dynasties have been named Shilian, but it is not known whether they have been Shilian since their disciples, or changed to Shilian after they succeeded to the throne.

The three of them wanted to observe Monk Shi Lian, but until all the sword testers had arrived, for more than two full days, Shi Lian didn't show up again.

The sword test will only list the top ten seats in the Jianghu, and the masters of the four sects are no exception.In fact, three of the masters of the four sects are in the top ten, and the patriarch of the Dufeng family is not good at martial arts, so this time it is also rumored that Feng Lin, the master of the family, was sent to suppress the formation.

The sword test meeting is held every three years, and the momentum is huge.However, since the Tongbeishan Rebellion, the heroes of the world have withered. The top ten were killed by Shouzhenjun, and those who survived were rarely able to defeat the demons of the year. Or died of illness, leaving it to today, only Wu Tiyue Song Mingting, White Sword Master Cheng Zijian, and Flower Picker Feng Henwan were left in the top ten.Therefore, most of the top ten today are rookies, such as Xiao Tongbei, Feng Lin, Yan Huansheng, etc. If they were in the past, only Xiao Tongbei and Meng Xing could be among the top ten.

But this day changed from the previous drizzle, the first day after the rain, the sky broke through the clouds, Shi Lian and Yan were still alive, chatting and laughing, Meng Xing led the old and the young, and followed behind.The audience of the sword test meeting was already crowded with people, but the ten reserved seats were still empty, as if the top ten were secretly competing, and whoever showed up first would be the loser.

Although Shen Chongxuan is young, there are many rookies in the world who are fourteen or fifteen years old, and they have great internal strength, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and then compared with an old man with a disheveled face, frost eyebrows and snow hair, who is like a crown jade with bright eyes and beautiful eyebrows. Young people, most people think that this is a family of three being brought together by a child to join in the fun.

"Little brother, did you come to see Bi Wu Wu Wu or Li Hua Yan? Why did you bring an old man with you?"

Zhong Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you looking at them?"

Feng Henwan raised his eyelids for a moment, snorted a sneer, but was dragged by Meng Xing and didn't say much.

"Hey, both Bi Wuxian and Lihua Yan were originally unknown, but they turned out to be born in the sky. Isn't that what a fledgling child like you yearns for the most?" When Xing smiled and clenched his fists, Zhong Xuan quickly held his hand in the palm of his hand, and responded with a smile: "I am not for them."

"Could it be Mr. Zhanchun? It's really powerful, but I heard that he is close to the monster of Huanxizong... This young man is born like a flower and jade, and his kung fu may not be very good, so be nervous. .”

Meng Xing, who is like a flower and jade, smirked and said: "Thank you for your concern, brother."

The beauty smiled, and this person's heart fluttered immediately, and he wanted to say more, but he heard a gust of wind, and a red silhouette flew up not far in front, and the money fell on the sword-testing platform. , so gentle and elegant, it is Yan Huansheng.

Finally one of the top ten was found, and everyone looked in amazement, but Yan Huansheng was not in a hurry to sit down, and suddenly bowed slowly to where Meng Xing was, with a clear voice: "Please."

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and people rushed to look back, but seeing Meng Xing smiled calmly, followed by his figure, and cupped his hands at Feng Henwan: "Senior Feng, please."

Feng Henwan: "?"

Mr. Ren Zhanchun asks you to be drunk and sword, what do you do with me as a flower picker?

Feng Henwan was not very old. Although he was the same as Song Mingting and Cheng Zijian, both of whom were among the top ten survivors, he was indeed the youngest of the three, and so far he was only about 50 or [-] years old.But after all, he is just a lone traveler, with no wealth, and he doesn't like disputes, and doesn't love power, so his life is poor, his temples are stained with snow early, and now he has white hair and youthful face, he looks like a bad old man in his [-]s and [-]s.

Feng Henwan was sold comfortably by him, and his teeth were itching with hatred. He also saw Shen Zhongxuan following his master's side step, bowing to him with low eyebrows, and the useless old man with a oil bottle sneered, holding The scabbard pointed at Meng Xing and the two: "It's really shameless!"

After saying that, the oil bottle flew forward and counted steps, the toes touched Meng Xing's shoe, his body was like a flying swallow, slowly spun down on the sword-testing platform, he also bowed his hands to Yan Huansheng, but turned his head to the passerby just now, a pair of The eye sockets that have long since lost their eyeballs seem to be watching others through the black cloth: "The boy is filial, I like it."

Yan Huansheng: "...Senior made a joke."

Passers-by looked tremblingly at Chong Xuan, who smiled warmly: "Brother, don't worry, Senior Feng is definitely not such a narrow-minded person."

The two people on the stage had not had time to see each other and forget their old age and worship, when there was another exclamation from the audience, two figures, one black and one white, flashed onto the sword-testing stage in the blink of an eye, and the white shadow laughed loudly and said: "Hey, Song Mou You and my nephew came late as the hosts, but I think you will not blame me——Which ones are not here?"

Naturally, Wu Tiyue Song Mingting ranked second and Hanshui Sha Song Zhubo uncle and nephew ranked sixth.

Although the Song family was born recklessly, Song Mingting's short-lived elder brother, Song Mingyun, has a refined personality, and he has a moderate advance and retreat. In the years when Xiao Shuhua and Meng Wubei didn't care about things, he ranked third in the Jianghu, vaguely dominating the Jianghu, but although he and Xiao Shuhua No injustice, no enmity, but when the Tongbeishan Rebellion first appeared, Xiao Shuhua was the first to propose to kill the evil son. Xiao Shuhua was so arrogant, and immediately rushed to attack him by night, attacking him unprepared, Yulouchun's sword was lightly swept, Song Mingyun's head fell to the ground, and hurriedly He passed away, leaving only his son Song Zhubo, who was young and innocent, and his younger brother Song Mingting, who had a violent personality.

Song Mingting also wears white clothes all the year round in memory of his deceased brother, but he has an irritable personality and a burly figure, which is really nondescript.It's just that he is indeed unqualified as the head of the family. Not only has the Song family declined significantly in recent years, but as the host, he has even been late for the sword test meeting.

And Song Zhubo is also different from his father, with a cold personality, he looks like another Bi Wuwu in the Jianghu, but after all, he is bound by his family, and he never does things too high-profile, but he just practiced swords and martial arts in a normal way, and climbed to the sixth place one by one. .

Song Zhubo obviously didn't want to go through some ostentatious cutscenes, and didn't exchange greetings with other people, so he just sat on his seat, and Song Mingting only bowed to Feng Henwan. Feng Henwan remembered that the old boy said bad things about Xiao Shuhua back then, so he went blind Turning his face away with his eyes closed, Song Mingting happily sat back in his seat, not as knowledgeable as him.

"Blessings are immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. Don't blame the poor for being late."

The voice of the voice is Lingling, clear like a mountain stream, crisp like a torn silk, before everyone could raise their eyes, they saw a light cloud rushing towards in the distance, and a blue smoke fell from the cloud, and when they saw her hand whisk lightly, caressing an inch of cloud, the cloud once again Soaring up, as light as the wind, everyone saw clearly that it was a frost-feathered white crane.

Cranes come from the mountains, and immortals come from the sky.

Everyone knows that when the frost feather comes out of the lonely mountain, the Taoist monarch enters the troubled times.Nakun Dao's green silk is tied in a bun, the Taoist crown is swaying, and the Xuanqing Taoist robe is added to the body. The crane pattern is finely embroidered, and the wings are spread on the shirt.

Although her voice was cold, she was like a high-altitude flower, Shen Shenxuan noticed that her saluting fingers trembled slightly, her lips were straight, and she seemed a little nervous.

Meng Xing kindly explained: "There are few female heads in the Pichenmen, that is to say, the two apprentices under Qingru's sect ran away, and Qing Zhengdao had to drive the ducks to the shelves. Although he has been in charge for more than ten years, it is said that except for the sword test meeting I have to show up to prove the strength of the Pichenmen, otherwise I can't wait to close the mountain directly, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

Zhong Xuan couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that the master of the sect has to be as inconspicuous as Qing Ru Daojun."

The two of them kept whispering in the audience, while Qing Zhengdaojun greeted everyone who had arrived from the top ten middle schools one by one. Song Mingting said with a rough voice, "It's not too late, it's not too late, real people, sit down quickly."

The passer-by who was so frightened by Feng Henwan that he almost pissed his pants before couldn't bear to be idle, turned his head to listen to the conversation between the master and the apprentice, and couldn't help interjecting: "In my opinion, the Pichenmen should give the Mingxing sword."

Meng Xing smiled, "Why?"

"Hey, Baopuzi is supposed to be the head of the sect, Ming Dingjian is his only apprentice, and he is also good at martial arts. How can a woman be in charge of the huge Taoist temple of the Pichen sect? Although this Taoist nun is a bit good-looking... ...But I heard that Drunken Sword's appearance is three points more touching than the number one beauty today, it is so beautiful that it is indistinguishable between male and female, even the gods will feel ashamed when they see it."

Meng Xing nodded noncommittally, and the man thought he was favored by a beauty, and was even more happy: "I'm Cen Mu, He Pang Mu, I don't know how you two brothers should be called?"

Shen Zhongxuan saw that Meng Xing was not willing to talk to him, so he took the first half step to block Meng Xing's hand rubbing the hilt of his sword: "My surname is Shen, and my name is Chongxuan. This is my teacher."

Cen Muxi smiled, but Meng Xingfa asked, "Who is the number one beauty today?"

"It is said that she is today's Princess Shun Ning. She is fifteen years old. She is so shameless. When she accompanied the emperor to Mount Tai, I saw her from a distance. She is indeed very beautiful."

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly felt something was wrong, and sure enough, he heard Meng Xing ask again: "How is it compared to being poor?"

Cen Mu had never seen a man who was more beautiful than a woman, let alone a Taoist priest in front of him, but he was a bit stupid by nature, hesitated for a moment, and said sincerely: "The princess is a bit young, she is not as good as a Taoist priest."

Only then did Meng Xing nod his head in satisfaction, and changed the topic: "People are here."

Before he finished speaking, a person suddenly jumped down from the towering tall building behind the stage. He was like a tiger pounced on him, but his body was as light as a bird, and his steps were fine. He moved to the seventh seat in a moment and sat down without saying a word. He just lowered his head and wiped his sword.

Meng Xing was about to pinch his fingers to figure out who the seventh one is, when he heard Zhong Xuan say, "Mr. Nanke, Wen Meixun."

"Wen's twins?"

Wen Xu, the suzerain of the Huanxi Sect back then, was also notorious, and had a lot of entanglements with Xiao Shuhua. In the end, Xiao Shuhua sealed his throat with a sword, and became the stepping stone to the Messy Mountain Rebellion.And the disciples of the Huanxi Sect under his command were all drunk and out of character, so after his death, everyone thought that the Huanxi Zong's energy was at the end and a catastrophe was approaching. Who would have thought that the two left and right guardians who only protect the suzerain's safety would suddenly act, Supported the crumbling Huanxizong, so that the camel was not crushed by the last straw.

And these two protectors are a pair of twins adopted by Wen Xu in the early years. They have no father and no mother. But the tongue is bright, the lotus flower is long-sleeved and good at dancing, and he has a smiling face all the year round. When it comes to negotiations, it is rumored that among the rookies, only Feng Lin can talk to him for dozens of rounds.

Nan Ke's son, Wen Mei Xun, is naturally one of the older sisters.

This Wen Mei couldn't exchange pleasantries with others, which made the other people a little bit embarrassed, but she suddenly raised her head, looked down the stage, stared at a certain place solemnly and asked: "Wait for me there, don't go far."

Everyone was silent, only to find a young man in purple standing there, smiling helplessly: "Sister, that's what I said. I just told you, what are you going to do?"

Wen Meixun thought for a while, but she didn't seem to come to her senses, so her younger brother could only remind her: "All the gentlemen on the stage are heroes of the time, sister, don't wait too long, you have to one by one..."

He deliberately didn't finish speaking, and slowed down his speech like coaxing a child. Wen Meixun suddenly realized, and nodded to the few people on the stage: "Hello."

Feng Henwan: "...OK."

Song Zhubo naturally didn't speak, but Daoist Qing Zheng didn't expect this to happen, he was taken aback, and quickly nodded at her in return.Song Mingting smiled and said, "Little girl is a bit interesting."

Yan Huansheng bowed his head to salute her, with a slight smile: "The girl has a heart."

Cen Mu wanted to take the opportunity to laugh again, but Shen Zhongxuan abruptly changed the topic: "A Xing, there are four people left, namely Senior Xiao, Senior Cheng, Feng Lin...and Ding Ding Jian."

Cen Mu hit the nail on the head: "He's not your master, why do you call him so close? There is no big or small. Besides, why do you only call Mingdingjian, and the others are so disrespectful, you dare to call him by the name of Lihuayan... ...."

Meng Xing interrupted impatiently: "This isn't coming?"

Sure enough, there was still less than half a stick of incense left before the sword test meeting, and two figures with swords came floating in, one old and one young, it was Cheng Zijian and Xiao Tongbei, both of them looked arrogant, Xiao Tongbei was more arrogant than Song Zhu Bo was even better, and took the first place with his ass. Cheng Zijian only nodded to Song Mingting and Feng Henwan, and sat down silently. Even Taoist Qing Zheng didn't catch his eyes, although Taoist not only didn't mind, but was also very happy Dodged a bullet.

"...Only Feng Lin is left." Shen Zhongxuan spoke slowly, carefully glanced at Meng Xing's face, and it was really gloomy, "A Xing, you..."

"The disaster has been around for thousands of years, so there is nothing to worry about. Feng Lin is probably at Yan Huansheng's place." Meng Xing patted his head, then pointed to the corner of the monk's robe looming in front of the crowd, "Keep an eye on this bald donkey."

Zhong Xuan hesitated for a moment: "Are you really going?"

"Except for the sword test meeting, there is no way to catch Yan and survive."

This time Meng Xing made up his mind to thoroughly investigate Feng Lang's matter, and also decided to attack Yan Huansheng, obviously he was too lazy to hide his head and show his tail, not to mention that Xiao Tongbei had already made up his mind about his identity. Yuan Jian rubbed against the side of his neck sooner or later.

"But in the sword test, the top ten have to be ranked one by one, and he is fifth..."

Meng Xing looked back at him with a calm look: "So what?"

Only then did Cen Mu feel that this pair of master and apprentice might not be easy, and cautiously asked, "The Taoist priest is about to challenge on stage? The sword trial has not started yet, is the wound medicine ready? This is the tenth place in the row." The flower-pickers are not good stubble."

Meng Xingmi said to him, "Cen Mu, right? Be solemn and shut up."

Before Cen Mu could react, Taoist Priest Shuang Yi turned around, light as a flying cloud, and swept across, holding a cluster of flowing fire on his frost sword, but seeing Taoist Chang Yu's black eyes, he smiled like a bright moon:

"Meng Ding Jian Meng Xing, came late. You have been waiting for a long time."

The author has something to say: Meng Xing: I have long admired you.

Old Feng:?

Brother Yan:?

Brother Xiao:?

Master Cheng:?

Four people: What about the ignorant Xiao Mengxin who pretends to be a fart? ?