Jianling

After thinking about it, Qing Zheng hesitated again and again, but in the end he didn't tell Qing Ru that Meng Wubei and Xiao Shuhua had also come to Jiandu. Qing Ru was also used to her hesitant appearance, and only thought that she was too inferior and worried that she would not be able to take over the heavy responsibility, so Patting her on the shoulder, he persuaded her earnestly: "In the future, you have to learn to face the chores in the door. Many times when you think you are not competent, you have to give him a try, so that you can live up to your extraordinary talent. , come to this world for a while, maybe you will be the one with the destiny?"

Qing Zheng obediently responded, but she didn't take it seriously in her heart—she was always reticent, and Meng Wupei's reticence was because he was strong enough, so he didn't need those hypocritical politeness, but she was not, she was very clear about her own Very, I really don't dare to be arrogant, I just think that if you say more, you are wrong, if you don't say it is good, it is best to leave everything to the senior brother, let her remain unknown for the rest of her life, and just be an unknown person, but in fact it is harmless.

Until this moment, she never thought that one day, thousands of people in this world would bow their heads in admiration because of the word "Qing Zheng".

There was an undercurrent in the Pichenmen in this room, but Xiao Shuhua in that room still dragged Meng Wubei to the lantern market to watch the excitement.

There are thousands of lights, the toad palace is bright, and the cold light from the sky falls on their clothes room, and then the melting lights leap onto Xiao Shuhua's blue and white mask, reflecting the warm light on the face.Meng Wubei was forced to walk all the way by him, because of the huge crowd, he still felt a bit stumbling.However, Xiao Shuhua didn't wait for him, and forcibly dragged him on a rampage. The two of them mixed into the crowd aimlessly, as if they were crowded with people.

"Is there any place you want to go?" Xiao Shuhua asked.

Meng Wupei thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "I am poor in Jiandu, and I only want to go to the Academy."

The academy he mentioned is one of the landmark buildings in Jiandu where Confucianism is prevalent - the Confucian master Wenzi once organized a study here. At that time, Xiao Shuhua accompanied Meng Wubei to this place. Sadly, he and Wenzi confronted each other when they were learning, and eventually they disagreed and broke up unhappy, but they were also convinced by each other's knowledge.

Since I've been there before, I don't need to go again this time.

Xiao Shuhua smiled and said, "I have."

Meng Wu looked at him sadly.

Xiao Shuhua said again: "I have somewhere I want to go, will you accompany me?"

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, he is now past the age of the crown, and he vaguely recognized Xiao Shuhua's teasing, but he was only silent for a long while, and continued: "You are kind to the poor. There are mountains of swords and seas of fire, and you will never hesitate to die."

A few children suddenly ran by beside them, laughing and laughing again and again. Meng Wubei clearly saw Xiao Shuhua's lips opening and closing. He had learned lip language, and only saw Xiao Shuhua saying: "I want to go to a hundred years later, and you will always be with me." me?"

But when the children ran past and the conversation fell silent, Meng Wubei asked, "Say it again?"

Xiao Shuhua smiled quietly, without changing his eyebrows, he put the mask on Meng Wubei's face.Meng Wubei felt that it was dark in front of his eyes, Xiao Shuhua should have stood on tiptoe, with one hand still covering his eyes, Meng Wubei's forehead was hit by something not too hard.

Xiao Shuhua kissed him on the forehead, but Meng Wubei's eyes were only pitch black.

"I want revenge." Xiao Shuhua said with a smile, "Meng Lang, I want to kill someone."

Meng Wubei didn't know why he changed his mind, and he didn't know the meaning of that hit on his forehead just now. He could only use a mask to hide the turbulent waves in his eyes, and finally returned to his usual calm, suppressing the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and slowly Said: "Okay."

The sword test meeting came as promised. On that day, the spring was beautiful, the sky was bright and clear, and it was as clear as sitting on the jade platform condescendingly. The first eleventh day of the rivers and lakes came, and the audience was full of people. Meng Wubei and Xiao Shuhua were among them. Listening to the noisy noise around, until Qingru's voice with inner strength rippled, the surroundings were finally silent.

"—Everyone came here to join us today, and I am very grateful to Pindao."

As he said this, his eyes swept across the crowd.Meng Wubei's stature is tall and tall, coupled with his good temperament, he really stands out from the crowd, Qingru saw this former proud disciple at a glance, saw that he had taken off his Taoist crown and put on his regular clothes, he couldn't help feeling disappointed, but on his face Still steady and dignified, he continued,

"Gentlemen, please sign."

Ordinary knights were still queuing up to wait for the semicolon, Meng Wubei was still standing there, his eyes followed Qing Ru's back who turned and sat down without knowing why, Xiao Shuhua knew that he was absent-minded, so he simply reached out for a move, his martial arts surpassed everyone Many, they were actually taken from a distance, took two wooden sticks, compared them casually and stuffed one into Meng Wubei's hand, seeing the bewildered eyes of the Pichenmen disciple who was in charge of registration, he smiled and said: "The Taoist priest can just remember 37 Meng Lang and [-] Xiao Qing."

Only then did Meng Wubei come back to his senses: "Xiao Qing?"

Xiao Shuhua blinked at him: "Meng Lang can call me Qingqing if he wants."

Meng Wubei silently turned his head away and stopped talking to him.

Noticing the difference between the two of them, except Qingru, and Wen Xu.It's just that compared to Qingru's astonishment, Wen Xu's appearance of them can be said to be expected.

He has educated Xiao Shuhua for 12 years. Since Xiao Shuhua became an orphan at the age of five, he has grown up under his knees. He can be said to be one of his most satisfying disciples. Except for his inexplicable arrogance, Xiao Shuhua behaves in every way Make him very satisfied.

But it was also because of Xiao Shuhua's arrogance that he was able to grasp the child more accurately, and it also made Xiao Shuhua more energetic than other disciples who were submissive.

Wen Xu licked the corner of his lips with his tongue, and said with a soft smile: "It's really unexpected, has this child learned martial arts?"

Qingru noticed Wen Xu's movements, and immediately turned cold, and said coldly: "Sect Master Wen's parents are short-tempered, so don't interfere with the progress of the sword test meeting."

"Don't worry, Daoist, I will naturally not take this little Taoist priest Wu Bei." Wen Xu smiled softly, "It's a pity that he has such a good background, he was born in the Pichen sect, if he grew up in the Huanxi sect, Who knows what kind of stunner he will grow into—I'm afraid he won't be any worse than Hua'er."

Qing Ru sneered and said, "That depends on whether he is willing or not."

"Why are you willing to do this? You can always learn well since you were a child." Wen Xu fiddled with his nails slowly, and Wen Zhumi leaned over to fill a cup of tea for him before Wen Xu took a sip, bent over Eyebrows said, "Zhu Mi is the most sensible, the tea is always brewed just right, Dao Jun should also raise such an obedient child."

Qingru glanced at Wen Zhumi impatiently, and saw that the child looked eleven or twelve years old, but he was born with delicate features, and his smile was as gentle as a jade, and he could faintly glimpse the magnificent future. It is also difficult to become a master in martial arts.

Seeing him looking carefully, Wen Xu also smiled and said: "Although Zhumi is sensible, he is really ashamed of his martial arts talent. In the past, Shuhua did all these things, and Shuhua's talent is good—but naturally, I can't do it." The Taoist Lord must be considerate of keeping a child who knows martial arts by his side."

Only then did Qingru remember Xiao Shuhua's movement as light as a cloud at that time, he could indeed see that his bones were extraordinary and his talent was extraordinary, he was probably even better than Meng Wubei, but it fell into Wen Xu's hands, thinking about it It's just a waste of nothing.

Meng Wubei was numbered first, so he finished the first round early a few days ago and ranked No.12.

Such a ranking is just as he expected, he has learned the No. 13 sword of Pichen Nineteen Swords, and even Qingru has only practiced the No. 15 sword.But it was the last match. When the leader happened to be Daoist Qingru, he put his sword back into its sheath. Looking back, he saw Qingru's eyes were cold, and said coldly: "The sword style is too floating."

Meng Wubei was taken aback for a moment, but saw that Qingru pursed her lips, as if she had consciously slipped her tongue, but she didn't say much, instead she lowered her head and wrote a few words on the record, saying forcefully: "What are you doing staring at the poor? Can Meng Shaoxia's mistakes still be blamed?"

This is really naive, Meng Wubei couldn't help laughing for a while, but he is not good at expressing kindness, so he could only hold back, and when Qingru finished writing, he gave him an annoyed look, and Meng Wubei said: "Master... How is Daojun's health recently?"

The Pichen Nineteen Swords that he has used in these few battles, the Pichenmen's swordsmanship is self-contained, and those who know some swordsmanship can tell his origin at a glance. This is the first time that the Pichenmen has appeared other than the head The disciple uses the Pichen sword in public, but he has never worn a Taoist robe or crown, so his identity is even more inexplicable, but Qingru's conversation with him this time confirms his identity—it is indeed from the Pichen sect Disciple without a doubt.

Qing Ru glanced at him: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, he hasn't been pissed off yet."

Meng Wupei shut up obediently.

Qingru thought for a while, then flicked Yulouchun in his hand, and said with a sneer: "It's Xiao Shuhua's idea, right?"

"Yes."

"Hmph, I guess you don't like this kind of ostentatious sword either."

Meng Wubei said honestly: "It's actually not bad."

Clear as: "..."

It was only then that Meng Wubei realized that he should follow Mao's words, and was about to change his words, but Xiao Shuhua hooked his shoulder from behind, and the latter pressed his back with a smile, and said hello to Qingru briskly: "Hello, Daojun!"

Qing Ruben wanted to say a few more words, but when she saw Xiao Shuhua, she lost interest, nodded lazily, and waved: "Go down."

"Master." Meng Wubei said, not waiting for Qingru to scold him for being too thick-skinned, he continued, "This is the last time this disciple calls you that."

Qing Ru was taken aback.

Meng Wubei looked at him with bright eyes: "After this sword trial, this disciple will not use the Pichen Nineteen Sword again."

Qing Ru panicked inexplicably, and said stiffly: "Then what else can you use? Xiaohe sword?"

Meng Wubei shook his head.

He spoke again, with a calm and serious expression, which is his most common expression, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter:

"You once said that the disciple doesn't understand the living beings, so the disciple wants to create a sword technique by himself."

"The disciple will name it, Jianling."

He said, I hope that the disciple will finally live up to your wish and learn the spirit of the mountains and rivers for thousands of years.

Qing Ru looked at him, and nodded slightly after a long time.He saw Xiao Shuhua's head leaning on Meng Wubei's shoulder, wearing a mask with black patterns on a white background, with a graceful figure, like a beautiful ghost hovering on Meng Wubei's body, but it has become the shackles that Meng Wubei voluntarily put on, A prison drawn on the ground.

Qing Ru finally said: "I wish you the best of luck as a teacher, don't lose your original intention."

The author has something to say: I am currently busy with school entrance and military training, so the update frequency cannot be guaranteed. Because it is a new environment, it will take a little time to get used to it three times. I will adjust it as soon as possible. I hope everyone can understand!

I will try my best to collect manuscripts before the military training, and I will not deliberately change the publication date to entertain everyone. The manuscript box will be postponed to the daily update, and it will stop on the day when the manuscripts are used up, until the military training is over on the 20th. If the course If it is not too busy, it will resume daily updates, thank you for your support!

"Jian Ling" is a story that I like very, very much, so no matter whether I can sign it or not, and how terrible the bottleneck is, I will try my best to finish it.Probably the most difficult bottleneck in creation is the lack of love for the stories in the pen!

Please try your best to comment on 5555 because you don’t sign a contract and don’t understand many rules. But at present, I will be very happy if you give negative points and criticize opinions. I will be happy if there are comments. My mouth is stupid, but my heart is actually full of tears.

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