Jianling

Yan Huansheng's qin cuts ten miles of Yangchun, and also kills thousands of living souls.

There is still a slight smile on his lips, hugging Jiuxian, and the red clothes are fierce.Even seeing Meng Xing's sword shining like a lone star in a long night and a flat boat in a flood, coming towards the wind and the sun, it still couldn't dispel the contemptuous smiles in Yan Huansheng's eyes.

The light of the sword is bright, and the spike of the sword is bright.

Yan Huansheng suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes are always gentle and kind, at this time, he seemed to pass by the audience unintentionally, and only paused for a moment on Feng Lin, then let out a chuckle, his lips parted, Meng The sense of waking up and hearing has been shut down, Zhuoshuang has already pushed close to Yan Huansheng, but seeing Yan Huansheng leaning over and looking up, he dodges the blow with a smile, then turns sideways and flicks his sleeves, a gust of cold wind hits his face.Meng Xing's heart shivered, and he was about to retreat, but it was too late when he changed his footwork a few times, he only felt a slight chill on his neck, it turned out that a string was pressed against his throat.

Meng Xing didn't change his color, but just sneered.

The strings are thin and slender, made of jade silk, which is extraordinarily flexible.

Meng Xing's eyes were clear and cold, and there was a smile on his lips, showing no hint of sarcasm:

He was originally an elegant qin player, but he also killed like a common man?

But how alert he is, the dangers of life and death in the mountains are endless, and he is powerless to win all, so he wants to die together.

Therefore, although the opportunity to fight was delayed due to the sense of hearing, Meng Xing suddenly turned his wrist back to the sword, fighting the danger of the strings, Jushuang barely stopped in front of Yan Huansheng's heart, only half an inch, just flick the tip of the sword, Pierce his red suit.

The two seem to be evenly matched and evenly matched.

One red and one white, just confronting each other is a killer move.

Yan Huansheng lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were actually beautiful, warm and moist like warm jade all the year round, no matter how many calculations he made, he only felt that this son was kind and tolerant, a rare kind person.

His throat trembled, he coughed several times, his thin body trembled slightly, he was really weak.

Yan Huansheng always had a sick look on his face. Although he was tall, he was very thin and frail.In fact, although Meng Xing didn't underestimate the enemy, he really didn't expect that this mere qin player was not afraid of melee combat at all, and his attack was as determined as an assassin to risk his life to win.

"I've heard for a long time that Drunken Sword's art is magical and unpredictable...I just saw it, and it really is extraordinary." Yan Huansheng lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't know that before his heart was the Jushuang Sword, which could break hair and cut iron like mud, still face With a light smile and a gentle tone, "Mingding Sword should be an exiled immortal in the mountains, an expert outside the world, please also ask Meng Shaoxia and this servant to stay away from this place of dispute."

Meng Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "You and I may not win or lose."

"You will lose." Yan Huansheng seemed to be sighing, Meng Xing couldn't sneer, but saw him step forward half an inch, and the Jushuang sword pierced into his clothes neatly, the strings also approached Meng Xing, and finally stuck to his skin Up, "Yan dares to die."

Meng Xing clenched his teeth tightly, and suddenly sneered and said, "Could it be that the poor are afraid?"

While talking, he took a step forward, and the tip of the sword touched Yan Huansheng's chest half an inch. The whole place was silent, and everyone seemed to be able to hear the slight sound of flesh breaking.And Yan Huansheng's strings finally sank into Meng Xing's neck, a scar of blood suddenly appeared, a few drops rolled down, fainted on his frost-colored skirt, dyed a light red.

"Fine." Yan Huansheng tilted his head slightly, looking at him with a half-smile, "Meng Shaoxia, don't you believe that Yan dared to die?"

Meng Xing remained silent, but saw Yan Huansheng turned his head and looked at Feng Lin: "Is that the young hero's letter?"

Feng Lin opened his mouth, and spread out his folding fan, covering half of his face behind the fan, revealing only a pair of phoenix eyes with upturned tails, sparkling in the waves. After a while, he tilted his head in confusion, opened his lips and said with a smile: "Feng Mou and Zhan Chunjun... don't seem to be familiar with each other?"

Meng Xing only felt that the strings on his neck were tense again. He lowered his eyes and vaguely saw the blood stains on the strings slipping from Yan Huansheng's palm, but Yan Huansheng's expression was still calm, he just looked sideways He glanced at Feng Lin, took another step closer, the Jushuang sword's edge had penetrated an inch of his flesh and blood, and Yan Huansheng raised his eyes, and smiled at Meng Xingyan: "Your apprentice must still be waiting for Meng Shaoxia to go back, and the remaining lessons of the Jianling Sword Art are still there. How about the next move?"

"..."

"I am still alive in Xiayan, without father, mother, teacher, elders, relatives, or friends." He smiled softly, but seemed to be complaining, "Therefore, dare to die."

Meng Xingjing suddenly withdrew the sword, and gently brushed the scar on his neck with his fingertips, leaving a small patch of blood, Yan Huansheng also retracted the strings, raised his hand to hold the wound that was gushing blood, and smiled.

"...Take care of Yuanyuan."

Yan Huansheng leaned slightly, his red robes became more flamboyant and coquettish, Meng Xing pulled his back collar with an unhappy expression, and the two of them got up lightly together, and flew away on the clouds.At this time, Feng Lin's fingers tapping on the chair stopped slightly, and the folding fan was retracted. Song Mingting and him looked at each other, smiling inexplicably.

"Both sides leave...then it's a tie."

Song Mingting made a note on the list with his own hands, but in fact, everyone present no longer cared about the outcome—Meng Xingzhi was always vague and unclear. Everyone knew he was strong, but few people thought about him. How strong is it? I only think that all the strong people in the world are like Feng Henwan who raised their palms to the sky and turned their palms on the ground. The strongest in the world, apart from absolute crushing, also has absolute unknowns.

You will never know where he is, how fast his sword is, unless it is like a swallow is still alive, death is dead, it is nothing to worry about, but mortals have a heart of fear of death, and they will be against Meng Xing's sword full of awe.Drunken sword is because intoxicated people have no form, no cause, and no fruit. Therefore, those who encounter this sword will be scattered like birds and beasts.

And Yan Huansheng - wandering around the Qinlou and Chu Pavilion, drinking and singing songs day and night, such a generation of people who are drunk with money and money, actually regard death as nothing.As a qin player, using life as a guide, using strings as a sword, just trying to take Meng Xing away for a moment?

Cen Mu suddenly realized and clapped his hands violently: "Oh, Mr. Zhanchun is so masculine, and Drunken Sword is the most beautiful!"

The spectators were startled immediately. At first they felt that this kid was talking nonsense, but then they thought more and more, and the more they thought about it, the more they realized the truth. Cen Mu raised his fist and shouted, "Drunken sword!" You are a role model for our generation, how can you be humiliated like this!?"

Song Mingting: "?"

A drunkard and a pervert, how do you distinguish between superior and inferior?

But seeing the crowds surging under the stage, they all shouted loudly: "Drunken Sword is a role model for my generation, how can I be humiliated like this!?"

There was a lot of voices, but Cen Mu had slipped out of the crowd and was nowhere to be found.

The next moment, Song Zhubo Wenhan slashed down with his saber, and slammed heavily on the bluestone ground, with a bang, the words were silent.

"Qin who can hold Yan Huansheng, just go." He held the knife with a gloomy expression.

Song Mingting breathed a sigh of relief, and was trying to find a solution, but Feng Lin stepped forward and smiled slightly: "If Uncle Shi can trust Feng Lin..."

Song Mingting couldn't stop laughing to himself, and without waiting for him to finish, he just pushed Feng Lin away and said with a smile: "I can trust it, I can trust it."

Yan Huansheng and Feng Lin have a very close relationship. This matter is clearly written by Feng Lin, but he, the Song family, is the host, and Song Mingting is suffering. Since Feng Lin is willing to stand out, and Feng Lin's ability to play tricks can be said As everyone knows, Song Mingting couldn't wish more, he just wanted to get rid of this matter as cleanly as possible.

Everyone held their breaths and waited for Feng Lin to give an explanation, but Song Zhubo pulled out his hand to ask Han, turned around and left.

Song Mingting called him coldly: "Zhubo, where are you going?"

"Toilet." Song Zhubo was colder than him, and when the cold blade flashed silver, Song Mingting didn't say much.

Besides, Cen Mu ran back to the inner door, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door of Shen Xuan's room, but felt that his back was cold for a while, so he subconsciously turned around to look, and sure enough, he saw Song Zhubo in black clothes, standing with a knife behind his back, wrinkled Frowning urged him: "Hurry up."

Cen Mu didn't dare to delay, he knocked on the door quickly: "Brother Shen, brother Shen?"

Although Shen Chongxuan's injury has not healed, the foundation of a young man is still there, and Meng Xing protects his shortcomings, and the wound medicine is the best one he can find, so by this time he can get out of bed and walk a few steps, but he can't stand the wind. That's all.The door opened slowly, Shen Zhongxuan's face was sickly pale, but his smile was as fresh and gentle as ever: "What's the matter?"

When he looked up and saw Song Zhubo, his smile narrowed again, he was a little more polite, and nodded slightly: "Senior Song."

Song Zhubo didn't care about his tone, just took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, and stuffed it directly into his hand.Shen Shen looked at him blankly in the fog, Song Zhubo said: "This is Lingmiao Duer Dan."

Chong Xuan: "?"

Instead, it was Cen Mu who raised his voice and asked in surprise, "Lingmiao Jue? The Lingmiao Jue that Jiang Sheng hand left behind!?"

Hearing his howl, Shen Zhongxuan also knew the origin of the pill, and subconsciously wanted to send it back, but Song Zhubo's eyes sharpened: "Keep it, this medicine may be of great use to you."

"But this should belong to Zen Master Shi Lian." Shen Zhongxuan shook his head and smiled apologetically, "Thank you Senior Song for your kindness, but this junior really..."

"Heavy Xuan!" Song Zhubo suddenly pulled out his saber, startling the two young men at the same time, but seeing his masseter muscle bulge, he endured for a long time, finally put the saber back, and said word by word, "What are you doing?" I remember, Meng Xing is not the only one who treats you well in this world!"

Zhongxuan was stunned for a long time, and Cen Mu followed him. After a long time, Song Zhubo withdrew his gaze from Shen Chongxuan, sighed, turned around and walked away, saying, "You just keep it."

Cen Mu yelled "Thank you senior" for him, then picked up the porcelain bottle and stuffed it under his clothes. Shen Zhongxuan was taken aback by his action, and hurriedly asked, "What happened? Are you in such a hurry?"

"Hurry up and hide it, Taoist priest can tell me to take good care of you for such a good medicine..." Cen Mu paused, then suddenly stopped, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Chen, that..."

Shen Zhongxuan had heard his phrase "Taoist Master's order" a long time ago, and at this moment he also guessed a little bit, and after putting the porcelain vase away, he asked: "What's the matter?"

"Uh..." Cen Mu lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It's sort of missing, right?"

"Don't worry, gentlemen, if Yan Huansheng dares to do any unrighteous things, we will definitely punish him with all our strength."

At the same time, Feng Lin has calmed down everyone's panic. He is the actual person in charge of the Feng family's patriarch, and he can be said to be a promise.He said that if he could find Meng Xing, it would be regarded as a promise, and even if everyone had doubts, they would not say more.Seeing Feng Lin turning around with a light smile, she saw Song Zhubo walking back with a calm expression:

"Since Ameng asked me to take care of Shen Shaoxia, as a close friend, Feng must do his best."

Song Zhubo met his eyes, gave a sneer, and then walked behind Song Mingting without saying anything.

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