Hibiscus Moon

The sixth day of June.

The martial arts conference was held as scheduled.

The sun was shining brightly and pleasantly that day.

The martial arts arena was more than one foot high, and there were large and small temporary sheds under the stage for each sect to rest. Yu Lianhuan led the women in all-blue dresses, and wherever they went, everyone's eyes followed.

In fact, the incident of the previous two days was well known to all.

All the female disciples in Sanssouci Palace are covered with white veils, Ouyang Yue once objected, it is shameful to cover up like this, I am afraid it will arouse men's animal desires even more.

Her objection was despised by everyone, so she couldn't continue to wear the blinding ugly bra, and was forcibly covered with a veil, but her curly and shiny black hair was also conspicuous among a group of straight-haired women, I don't know if this will be discovered by Xia Yunfeng.

"Ah Yue, what are you looking at?"

Yu Lianhuan tugged at her sleeves, smiling as gently as jade.

Ouyang Yue pointed to the empty wooden shed in front: "Qingcheng faction violated the rules and automatically withdrew from the meeting, but there is also an empty wooden shed over there, why is there no one there?"

Yu Lianhuan's tone was slightly weird: "That's the wooden shed of Linjiang Villa. It is said that something happened temporarily, so he also withdrew from the martial arts conference."

"Oh."

Yu Lianhuan looked at her, her star-like eyes were full of tenderness, as deep as the sea.

"Ah Yue."

Ouyang Yue looked at him suspiciously.

"After the martial arts conference is over, how about I marry you?"

Ouyang Yue shuddered, and quickly said: "Didn't you say that you will marry me after you kill that devil Bu Yue?"

"But I always feel that I can't catch you. Your heart is too wild and wild, and you are so smart and kind. I'm afraid that if I don't marry you again, you will leave with someone else."

Ouyang Yue's heart was churning constantly, and the sea was turbulent. You were right in the front, but what the hell is the "kindness" in the back?

Yu Lianhuan held her hand: "Yesterday, I asked Master Zhizhang from Shaolin Temple to ask for a good day. On the seventh day of the next month, I sent a letter to my aunt. We will get married as soon as we return to Sansou Palace, okay? "

Ouyang Yue looked at him silently: "Is there anything good, haven't you arranged everything?" What is the way out for me now?

"Ah Yue, don't you blame me?"

Buyue smiled affectionately: "No wonder." I really want to kill you, what should I do?

While they were talking, the arena was beating gongs and drums, and everyone was quiet. Master Zhizhang, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said the same things on the arena, nothing more than pointing out that there should be no grudges, and then there are martial arts rules. There are three chances to play, the winner can be the champion, until the last person is defeated, he can win the first prize of this martial arts conference - Zhanyue Dao.

When Ouyang Yue first heard the name, she had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the abbot said again: "This sword was given by the leader of the martial arts alliance. I hope that the holder of the sword can maintain the justice of the world, kill the demon leader Buyue, and let me be a hero of righteousness!"

There was applause under the arena.

Ouyang Yue saw that the whole body of the knife was pitch black, the blade was like a thin line, the cold light shone, it was definitely not a vulgar thing, she couldn't help asking: "What is the original name of this Moon Zhan Saber?"

Yu Lianhuan said: "Mo Ying."

Ouyang Yue said: "Oh." It was just a casual expression.

However, the heart is already surging. The Mo Ying Knife ranks fourth in the weapon list. It is said that the whole body of this knife is pitch black, and the blade is as light as the wind but cuts iron like mud. How could there be no blood, Ouyang Yue had never seen it either.

At this time, Qin Shu had come back from drawing lots, and the number "three" was written on the bamboo stick, so Sanssouci Palace was the third sect to compete on stage.

The gong sounded again, and the first person to jump onto the stage was a big man wearing a blindfold. This sect was only established in Jianghu in recent years, and it was called the One-Eyed Gate. Blind people, all wear a blindfold.

Competing with the One-eyed Sect is the quite famous Yu Zhen family, a family of swordsmen with a history of more than a hundred years, and Linjiang Villa, Kongyuan Academy, Butianmen and other famous masters and become the four major families of martial arts, especially the relationship with Linjiang Villa They are close, Linjiang Villa forges swords, Yu Zhen's family uses their swords, and most of the two families are intermarried.

It's just that the children of the aristocratic family are a little bit arrogant, such as the one in front of him, who is dressed in white clothes, standing tall, with Qingfeng in his hand, quite handsome and coquettish, but with his nostrils facing the one eye in front of him.

The two fought each other after a few words of politeness, one with a sword and the other with a whip, you come and go, the strength is still to be seen.

After a stick of incense, the disciple Yu Zhen who looked at people with his nostrils was dismissed from the stage.

Yu Zhen's family changed again, and after a while, Cyclops was dismissed.

Another one-eyed, one-eyed or off stage.

In this way, three changes were made, and Yu Zhen's family won.

When the gong sounded, an energetic monk shouted: "Second game, Yu Zhen's family vs. Sanssouci Palace."

Ouyang Yue said: "Elder Sister, who in our palace will go first?"

Qin Shu smiled at her, Ouyang Yue's heart "thumped", a chill came from her heart, and then she was kicked into the ring with an "ow".

Ouyang Yue touched her sore buttocks, turned her head and wailed: "Elder Sister, you can't treat me like this..."

Qin Shudao: "The first one is to send the weakest person to the stage. If you are afraid, you can admit defeat and get out immediately!"

Yu Lianhuan said: "Ah Yue, don't be afraid, just do your best, no matter how badly you lose, I will marry you."

Qingluan exhaled thick smoke, and said with eyes hanging from the corners of his eyes: "Little coquettish vixen, if you lose in the first round, give me all your shredded tobacco; if you win, I will give you myself."

Ouyang Yue: "..."

Who are these people!

"I'm at Yu Zhen's family, Zhen Qiong, please give me some advice." The man across from him bowed his hands and saluted, looking at the texture of the clothes, he was fake poor rather than real poor.

"The Palace of Sanssouci, Ouyang Yue."

After the words fell, there was a burst of whispering under the ring, Ouyang Yue, the number one beauty in Sanssouci Palace!The incident the day before yesterday had already made Ouyang Yuefang famous, but she was wearing a veil, which disappointed many people.

Both sides drew their swords, one in a black robe and the other in a green skirt, the light of the sword flowed, and the strong wind filled the sleeves, making everyone in the audience feel refreshed.

After [-] or [-] rounds, Ouyang Yue has figured out the "True Poor" sword way, full of strong energy but not soft enough, this kind of sword technique, as long as he is tempted to attack fiercely, he can take advantage of his flaws.

Sure enough, after another ten rounds, Ouyang Yue sold a loophole to let "Zhen Qiong" pour his true energy into the sword and go straight down. When he was about to get close, Ouyang Yue leaned back to avoid the situation and gave him a palm.

"Really Poor" immediately fell to the ground and sprayed a mouthful of blood, unconscious.

Qin Shu was a little surprised, Yu Lianhuan was a little surprised, and even Qingluan forgot to smoke.

Ouyang Yue looked at her palm in disbelief, as if she hadn't used her full strength yet, is it that "really poor" is too weak?

Next, Zhen Ai came up from Yu Zhen's family, although he was also a young man in his early twenties, but he was much calmer than the previous two, each of them said some polite words and started fighting again.

Ouyang Yue has figured out Yu Zhen's sword style, and it's not too difficult to deal with it. The two of you can't tell the difference between you and me.

Unfortunately.

A gust of wind blew up in Shaolin Temple.

The strong wind blew away Ouyang Yue's veil.

She used the graceful and incomparable "Furong Chushui" just like that, and the "true love" stared blankly at her sudden beauty, the strong wind lifted her skirt and long hair, and her face really looked like a lotus coming out of water.

Zhen Ai has long forgotten how to fight.

In the second game, Ouyang Yue won.

When she stood in the middle of the ring, everyone really saw her face clearly, and the ancient temple was silent for a moment, and everything turned pale.

It turns out that in the world, there is such a stunning beauty, who overwhelms the country and the city, and overwhelms the entire world of mortals.

"when!"

The gong rang again, and everyone came back to their senses. The monk shouted again: "The third game, Sansou Palace vs. Butianmen."

In the third game, Ouyang Yue won easily.

In the fourth game, Sanssouci Palace vs. Kong Yuan Academy, a student named Yuchi Bei smiled lewdly at her, and said he had borrowed many books from her but never returned them, and was beaten up again by Ouyang Yue.

Until the ninth round, when Ouyang Yue still easily won, Qin Shu's glacier face, which had never changed for thousands of years, couldn't hold back, and the eyes looking at Ouyang Yue became more and more bright and strange.

Qingluan's cigarette rod fell to the ground without noticing it for a long time.

"How did Ah Yue become so powerful? Could it be that they all released water?"

Yu Lianhuan's face was also very ugly, but he focused his eyes on the crowd watching the battle, as if there was someone who worried him hidden there, after hearing Qingluan's words, he said: "Not everyone will be fooled by skins. "

The gong over there rang again: "Inning tenth, Sansou Palace faces Linjiang Villa."

Yu Lianhuan raised his head suddenly, and the teacup in his hand rolled down into the dust unconsciously. For the first time, Qingluan felt that he was afraid.

On the ring, Ouyang Yue looked at the familiar face walking slowly, and all kinds of feelings in her heart turned into a strange expression.