Jianling

Yundu is known for its openness, and Huanxizong hosted this sword trial meeting, and the most generous gift to this group of knights is unprecedented solemnity and grandeur.

The lamps of Yundu, the wine of Yundu, together with the beauties of Yundu, are like a fairy music from heaven and earth. Since the beginning of countless knights holding swords, they have swayed into their ears. , often only go to the sword test meeting, and break into this famous place for selling gold.

In the long night of Yundu, there are not only the high moon and sparse stars, but under the layer upon layer of night clouds, there will also be an endless stretch of lights, thousands of families are shining brightly, people are full of voices, and the noise is as loud as the day.

Meng Wubei has a quiet personality, and it was too noisy outside, so he refused to go out for several days in a row. Xiao Shuhua has long been used to it, and he is happy to get used to him. Seeing him gesturing alone in the court all day long, he knows that he has encountered a bottleneck.

All martial arts scholars in the world are masters of the world and masters of martial arts. If they hadn't practiced the original sword tactics to the point where it was difficult to make progress, few people would think of giving up everything they had before, choosing another way, and using the rest of their lives as a bargaining chip in the game. Create an unprecedented martial art.

Meng Wubei thought about it.

"Why, Jianling can't make it up anymore?" Xiao Shuhua spat the melon seeds at Meng Wubei's feet with a bah, his words were full of jokes, but Meng Wubei was not angry, but just gently lifted his eyelids, glanced at him, He whispered: "No matter what, there is always the shadow of Bichenjian."

Xiao Shuhua smiled and said: "Of course, you have practiced the Pichen Sword for more than 20 years, and before the spirit of appreciation is formed, you only know about the Pichen Sword, so how can you come up with something new?"

Meng Wubei looked down at the pieces of melon seed skins, Xiao Shuhua's smile froze slightly, and finally met his gaze, he reluctantly picked up the melon seed skins and threw them back into the spittoon in an orderly manner, only then did Meng Wubei agree Reason him: "What do you think?"

"You beg me?"

Meng Wubei parted Yulouchun to his waist, got up and said, "Poverty, go practice your sword."

Xiao Shuhua hurriedly dragged him back to his original position, his teeth itching with anger, but he still smiled all over his face: "You're just kidding."

Not long after, the bamboo shadows whirled and shook in the court, and the pool of tenderness poured down by the moonlight was all coated on a sword. The sword light was cold and bright, reflecting Xiao Shuhua's cold and white face. He doesn't like to laugh from time to time, but only laughs when he kills someone——when he doesn't smile, his eyebrows and eyes are very light, as clear and clear as Meng Wubei, like the moon hanging on an empty mountain, and like frost and snow on plum branches, with a hazy coldness of his own. Of course.

Meng Wubei stood tall and tall, looked at his sword like a white snake attacking the moon, his pale wrist trembled slightly, a series of sword flowers came one after another, and in his last pose condensed into a swaying lotus flower, graceful and graceful, Coming with a murderous intent.

Meng Wubei's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly remembered that day, Xiao Shuhua was drenched in blood, dying, so fragile that he seemed to die at any moment.

Meng Wubei suddenly felt panicked for a while.

Xiao Shuhua turned his eyes back, smiled at him, his brows and eyes were curved, and Meng Wubei stretched out his hand to catch him, and Xiao Shuhua asked: "Do you understand?"

Meng Wubei's expression was not quite right, and he said frankly: "It's very beautiful."

Xiao Shuhua's ears turned red when he said it, and he couldn't help but laugh: "I want you to see the sword's posture of Xiao Hejian, who wants you to look good at me?"

Meng Wubei didn't answer, Yulouchun drew a white mark on the ground, sparks splashed, he said: "If you can beat the poor, then you are allowed to challenge Wen Sect Master."

Xiao Shuhua's expression turned serious, and he said displeasedly: "I beat Wen Xu, but I didn't beat Qing Ru, what's the point of fighting against you?"

Meng Wubei put the scabbard on the table, Ting Hua quietly brushed against his sword, and it shattered silently on the ground.

The sword light was cold, but his eyes were burning like the sun.

"I'm worried."

Meng Wubei paused for a moment, then explained: "I'm afraid that I'm poor, so I can't help but stop you."

A few years ago, Xiao Shuhua was lucky enough to survive under Wen Xu's sword. Both of them knew that even though Xiao Shuhua hadn't exhausted all his tricks, he could still be said to be going all out. Wen Xu was always there, and he was able to do a job with ease. There is enough energy——When Meng Wubei caught Xiao Shuhua, he suddenly remembered that when Wu Huan was pestering him for a spring trip, Qing Zheng put the flowers that fell on the ground into a handkerchief, thinking that he would bury them carefully after returning home. At that time, Wu Huan With bright eyes, he said as it should: "Beautiful things are often very fragile, and fragile things should let them die early, isn't it good?"

Meng Wupei thought, not good.

But he also didn't want Xiao Shuhua to be shackled by this hatred, and even made himself a cocoon because of it, making the ground a prison.

"Okay," Xiao Shuhua said helplessly, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if shaking off the moonlight all over the ground, his eyes were full of distant stars, and the stars flew to the Taoist priest in white one by one in front of him, "As you wish."

The two of them are at the same level, they both know the basics, and they have long been well versed in each other's strengths and weaknesses.Xiao Shuhua originally thought that Meng Wubei was just addicted to swords, and he was tossing and playing with him, but he didn't think that when Yu Louchun came out, it would be the most dangerous move among Pichen's nineteen swords - Xiao Shuhua had never seen this move before, in Qingru's It has never been seen in the hands of Meng Wubei, and it has never been seen in the hands of Meng Wubei.

The bone-piercing chill hit as the sword's edge broke through the wind, Xiao Shuhua hurriedly raised his eyes and saw Meng Wubei's eyelashes drooping, holding back the half pool scenery in his eyes, Xiao Shuhua gritted his teeth slightly, and saw that he was not joking , but really wanted to persuade him, Meng Wubei also seemed to feel that he seemed to be losing his composure, opened his eyelids a little, and said softly: "Bichen No.16, Xiaotian Shuangyue."

Xiao Shuhua gritted his teeth to support his forceful sword posture, and said with difficulty: "That's right, I actually practiced the No.16 style, which is even stronger than Daojun——but didn't you say that you won't use the Dust Sword anymore!?"

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm not willing to see you die."

"Then you still come to Yundu with me!?" Xiao Shuhua angrily reprimanded, "Liar!"

Meng Wubei remained silent, but his heart was greatly moved.

He didn't want to see Xiao Shuhua die, so why did he bear it all the way and accompany him to Yundu?

Xiao Shuhua never knew that Meng Wubei was able to use Pichen No.16, and he never thought of going all out from the beginning. Now that he was caught off guard by Meng Wubei, he became even more annoyed, and said without choice: "Meng Wubei Sadness, you know what killing Wenxu means to me - don't make me hate you!"

Meng Wubei's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, Xiao Shuhua took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, teasingly said: "Meng Lang, look, you never dared to strike me with a sword in your life."

Meng Wubei's expression was calm, but his hands kept trembling. Xiao Shuhua opened and closed this move, and the vitals of his body were all within his reach, but it was impossible for Yulouchun to attack those places——Meng Wubei would never dare Unleash the sword on Xiao Shuhua.

Until now, Meng Wupei thought, he was really right.

"Are you better than me? I heard that Bichen No.16 and Bichen No.15 are not the same concept at all. Daojun has been practicing hard for many years, but he only touched the bottleneck of No.16. If you want to use No.16 There is still a long way to go to integrate.”

Meng Wubei lowered his head and wiped his sword: "The poor are not proficient."

"You're still using it to bully me if you're not skilled?" Xiao Shuhua sneered, "Are you using me as a sacrificial sword?"

Meng Wubei frowned: "Nonsense."

Xiao Shuhua sneered, and went back to the room shaking his head, leaving Meng Wubei sitting alone in the courtyard, slowly but firmly wiping the sword. They are all polished brightly, with a cold glow, showing their murderous intent.

Meng Wubei's ear tips moved suddenly, he turned to look at the courtyard wall, then glanced back at the bright and dim candles and the faint sound of water in the room, guessing that Xiao Shuhua was taking a bath and would not come out for a while, Only then did he lightly put down the sword, stood up and said, "Little friend, come out."

His words fell for a long time, and no one answered, but Meng Wubei's inner strength was so deep, after the wind passed by the rustling of grass and trees, he could still distinguish the light and shallow breathing outside the wall.

"Little friend, did you come here for Wu... Yanhan?"

They also noticed Meng Yanhan and Chicken Feather Cub when they were in the inn, but they pretended to go back to the inn room calmly because they were afraid of alarming Meng Yanhan, but in fact Xiao Shuhua yelled that he couldn't sleep well that night, always suspecting that Meng Yanhan was going to run late at night, Taking his head, the pampered Young Master Xiao must live in a private courtyard, even without a wall.

However, even so, the young man still found him.

Chicken Feather Cub came in from behind the wall, carrying a knife about the same length as others, his cold light was just like his cold eyes.

"I'll fight with you," Ji Maozai said, "If you lose, leave Yundu immediately with that person in the room, and don't let Meng Yanhan see you again."

Meng Wubei only looked at the long knife behind him, and heard his tone, so he vaguely guessed where he came from, but he didn't like to talk too much, and he was too lazy to probe, so he asked straight to the point: "Who is the old man of the Song family?"

Ji Maozai frowned. He didn't expect Meng Wupei to react so quickly to something that Meng Yanhan didn't realize when he got along day and night, but he dared to show his knife, so he naturally had confidence: "What Song family?"

"Severing Flow Knife." Meng Wubei thought for a while, he was the first disciple of the Pichen Sect, and he remembered clearly the gifted juniors in several major forces, and after thinking about it, he said, "You are the seventh child."

Ji Maozai was taken aback, before he could answer, Meng Wubei said sincerely: "You are not the opponent of the poor."

Feather Cub asked: "Who can be your opponent?"

Meng Wubei answered patiently: "The top ten in Jianghu, plus Feng Shenqing and Song Mingting, maybe they can."

When Ji Maozai heard the word "Song Mingting", his eyebrows turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "At least there is one more person."

Meng Wubei shook his head, and glanced at the young man's hand that was holding the knife handle tightly. The posture of holding the knife was very skillful, and it could be seen that the family used the knife.

"That person can't be Meng Yanhan."

Meng Wubei drew out the sword with a shake of the sheath, his sword was so fast, sometimes even Xiao Shuhua couldn't parry it, just for a split second, but hearing a sonorous scream, Meng Wubei opened his eyelids, saw the young man lift the long knife, Holding Yulouchun firmly, his face was flushed with qi and blood.

"..." Meng Wubei thought for a while and added, "But maybe it will be Song Qi."

Song Qidao turned his face upside down, tried his best to beat him with a move, gritted his teeth and looked at him: "Song Zhubo."

At this moment, he thought, it turned out that not all the Pichenmen were idiots like Meng Yanhan.

Meng Wubei lifted the sword and brought out Pichen's third sword, and pressed it firmly on the long knife, calmly: "Ten years later, maybe it will be Song Zhubo."

The two were still confronting each other, when Xiao Shuhua suddenly called out from inside the room: "Meng Lang, I can't find the saponins!"

Song Zhubo pursed his lips, and slowly withdrew his knife in response to Meng Wubei's vaguely impatient gaze. Meng Wubei turned to leave, but Song Zhubo reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said word by word: "Five years!" .”

Meng Wubei tilted his head, he thought he should encourage the younger generation, but he really didn't like such an arrogant child, and he was never a kind senior, so Meng Wubei said very sincerely: "Five years is only enough Catch up with today's poverty."

"You are far behind, Song Qi."