Jianling

Song Mingting himself is not very well-known, Xiao Shuhua wandered around restaurants and teahouses for several days and didn't find out anything, only people said that he has a violent personality and was often blamed by his glamorous elder brother Wu Tiyue, but it was Meng who was not good at words. Wu Bei unexpectedly caught a broken arrow that was firmly nailed in front of their house with half a scrap of paper on it the next night.

The pen on the paper was like a snake, penetrating through the back of the paper, and scrawled a few words. Xiao Shuhua and Meng Wubei spent most of the night thinking about it before they recognized the three characters "Xuan Yuan Dao".

The two looked at each other, and Xiao Shuhua couldn't stop laughing: "The Xuanyuan Saber has been lost for many years, isn't it because it will be full of flaws when it is trained to the No.18 style?"

"...But the one who used the Xuanyuan Saber at first," Meng Wubei slightly closed his eyelids, and folded the paper with his lowered eyes, "is the Song family."

Xiao Shuhua never thought of this. Logically speaking, in the eyes of a famous family like the Pichenmen, the inheritance that the Feng family and the Song family are proud of should be just a joke. , and most of the Pichenmen are unwilling to enter the world, and the swordsmanship and saber techniques of the Feng family and the Song family are far from enough to be sought after today-but Meng Wubei, who is born to be superior to others, has actually studied it. It's really funny to talk about third-rate things like Xuanyuan Dao.

"So someone secretly helped us?"

Meng Wubei glanced at him and said flatly, "Help you."

Xiao Shuhua smiled and stretched out his hand to grab the piece of paper. The paper was still slightly moist, and he could feel that someone had held it in his hand for a long time - anyway, it couldn't be Meng Wubei.

"Thank you for me." Xiao Shuhua winked at him, and added, "As long as Meng Lang is careful, Hua'er won't be jealous easily."

Meng Wubei took back the piece of paper expressionlessly, dipped it in the flickering candle and burned it clean, then picked up Yulouchun and Guidianqiu from the side, stretched out her hand to hold Xiao Shuhua's lapel, and walked out.Xiao Shuhua was caught off guard by him, and immediately groaned and said with a shameless laugh: "If you want to go, go to the room, go outside, Meng Lang is too..."

Meng Wubei solemnly interrupted his nonsense: "Go practice sword."

Xiao Shuhua: "..."

He was a little speechless for a while, but how could Xiao Shuhua's face be gagged so easily, and he spoke again after a while: "...How can you let me down when the time is good? Meng Lang..."

Meng Wubei didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, but he still said sternly and selflessly: "Practice the sword."

"..." Xiao Shuhua glanced at the two extremely similar swords in Meng Wubei's hands, the dissatisfaction in his heart finally eased a little in the form of self-comfort, and reluctantly pretended to struggle, "I don't really want to..."

Meng Wubei had reason and evidence: "Pindao had read a book about Xuanyuan Dao on the mountain, and he fought against the Song family once last year, so he should be able to remember some of it."

He spoke so calmly that Xiao Shuhua thought for a while, but only felt the other party's good intentions for his own good, and could not find any reason to refute.

"...It's up to you, everything is up to you." Xiao Shuhua gritted his teeth and brushed his hand away, grabbed Gui Dianqiu, and said with a sneer, "Don't even think about begging me in the future."

Meng Wubei: "?"

—— Regardless of whether Meng Wubei understood Xiao Shuhua's threat or not, Xiao Shuhua's resentment actually disappeared without a trace after half a cup of tea.

Meng Wubei's sword posture is the same as his own style.

Open and close, clean and upright.

Like the sun and the moon, without any evidence, it naturally reflects all living beings in the world, and it is like a torrent, rushing endlessly. Before it, all the vegetation and creatures can be generalized.

In short, his sword has no personal feelings, and there is little malice. He just uses the sword in an ordinary way, and every move can't find a mistake. It seems pedantic and rigid, but it seems natural.

——Xiao Shuhua loves him so much.

He still remembered the scolding words of the Confucian scholar in Jiandu, holding his long beard and shaking his feather fan: "The so-called treat everything as a straw dog - it is simply absurd. Do you treat everything as a humble dog? The world is not benevolent—what is it that is not benevolent?"

At that time, there were voices from all over the place, and they responded one after another, but Meng Wubei frowned slightly, turned around and wanted to leave.

Xiao Shuhua caught up with him, and asked him with his hands behind his back: "Why don't you listen?"

Meng Wubei shook his head: "The ways are different, so don't conspire with each other."

"Why, do you think there is anyone in this world who can treat everything as a dog?"

Meng Wupei glanced at him, and replied softly: "Poverty thinks that everyone is born to treat everything as a straw dog."

Xiao Shuhua was slightly stunned.

As he said, people are not born with gratitude and respect for teachers, but gradually learn to cherish and treat them well in their long lives.

Xiao Shuhua tilted his head to look at Meng Wubei's sword dance, and suddenly thought of Meng Lang, who in his eyes is the most unsullied and most detached from the world -- Meng Lang with the heart of a child, does he still regard everything as a straw dog?

Meng Wubei's sword stopped three inches in front of his nose, and his voice was soft and indifferent: "Don't be distracted."

"Huh?" Xiao Shuhua came back to his senses, and subconsciously met his eyes.

Meng Wubei was still dressed in white. He didn't know how to wear a Taoist crown when he was in Jiandu, so at this time his hair was still flowing and his blue belt was hanging down. He should be more like a man of the world than he who was wearing a Taoist robe, but Xiao Shuhua But he clearly saw the distant moon in the sky from his eyes, it was deserted and clear, and the heights were even colder.

A chill rolled up from his back, Xiao Shuhua suddenly shuddered, but Meng Wubei said again: "This is the No. 18 style of the Xuanyuan Saber, here is the first obvious flaw."

"Yeah." Xiao Shuhua responded softly, and when he saw his cold moonlight again, he steadied his mind, "If I cut open the sword with a sword at this time..."

Meng Wubei frowned: "At this moment, Poverty's face is wide open. When you strike with a sword, you can directly knock on the door of life."

Xiao Shuhua nodded with embarrassment, and then Meng Wubei added: "You try."

"...Hit you?" Xiao Shuhua frowned even more this time, "Why should I hit you when I have nothing to do..."

However, Meng Wubei pushed the sword edge closer, and his voice was as cold as a bone-piercing wind: "Try."

Xiao Shuhua sighed, and finally pulled out Gui Dianqiu reluctantly, lifted it lightly, swept towards Meng Wubei, and closed his eyes and said: "Okay, it's up to you."

The sword moves in the wind, and the shadow moves and the sound rises.

Xiao Shuhua's sword seemed to be born with a murderous intent that was as swift as rain and as dangerous as a mountain. The Xiaohe Sword seemed gentle from the name, but it had evolved into thousands of killing moves under the generations of the Huanxi School. At this time Entrusted by Xiao Shuhua's envoy, it was even more overwhelming.

In the dark of the lonely moon in the night, Meng Wubei used his sword as a saber, tried his best to bear the killing intent on his head and retreated a few steps, until he was forced a few feet, Xiao Shuhua finally withdrew his sword and took a breath of relief.

Meng Wubei thought for a while, then said softly, "You won't lose."

Xiao Shuhua smiled at Yanyan, and stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

——It turned out that he got into trouble because he cared about it.

The news of Song Mingting's defeat was like thunder, and it shocked the audience all over the world in an instant. Even though Xiao Shuhua had been in the limelight in the previous few games, such an unknown person is really not worth looking at.

Therefore, the knife in Song Mingting's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, Xiao Shuhua smiled while holding the sword, and looked down at him with a tall body.

Xiao Shuhua turned around suddenly, leaped down the stage, and caught him. The young man in white was equally handsome, with a smile on his face.

From that moment on, people suddenly woke up.

These two youths who were born out of nowhere were clearly a catastrophe in this peaceful world.

But the crowd had no way to avoid it, they could only kneel down and greet him.