small rivers and lakes

It was late at night, the cool breeze was blowing, the Phoenix Terrace was as bright as day, two rows of dazzling glazed lamps were quietly burning candles, making beeping popping sounds, and the air was filled with the aroma mixed with fine wine and ambergris.

The guests were all slightly drunk, but everyone kept their eyes wide open, trying to see clearly the two people fighting in the arena.

I saw that the one in the white tunic was chasing after him with a flashing star in his hand, and his swordsmanship was magnificent with every move.

"This is tomorrow's swordsmanship," commented a person from Jianghu, "open and close, the sword is powerful."

Another person said: "But there is a little more agility and sharpness, which must be due to the combination of the Ningguang swordsmanship. It seems that Le Qishu really gave it to him back then."

"It seems that this is true."

Everyone nodded, and turned to look at the one in the blue brocade robe: "But who is the other one?"

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when you look at it, you immediately feel that your eyes are hurt.

——For so many years in the rivers and lakes, I have never seen anyone ruining martial arts like this!

This person was unarmed, and under Chang Zixuan's fierce offensive, he managed to survive thirty moves without losing the wind. His martial arts are not bad, but his body is as weak as a loach. Facing a sword that is approaching the door, he has a slender waist. Folding back, if there is no bone, the body is almost folded into two layers, squirming and sliding down the sword, and there is no more and no less, the tip of the nose is just touching the tip of the sword, and there is no injury.

He also took a bowl of wine from the table next to him, poured it on his back, and threw it casually, and the flying wine cup hit the chasing long sword.

After smashing the wine cup, the sword stopped suddenly, and when Chang Zixuan turned the tip of the sword and stabbed again persistently, this move was already old.

The man dodged a trick, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly: "You are so unreasonable, it's fine to come here to disturb the white-clothed night banquet, but you still pretend to be me!"

"How dare you beat me up!" Chang Zixuan burst into anger, "It's obvious that you disguised yourself as me!"

"Hey! Isn't this talking nonsense?" The man stretched out his hand and took a bowl of wine from someone else's table, and said while drinking, "What evidence do you have that I disguised myself as you, and dared to slander with a single movement of my mouth?" People, do you dare to let all the heroes present comment on it?"

As soon as the words fell, the guests all showed embarrassing expressions, and everyone shouted in their hearts: It is obvious that you have disguised yourself as someone else!He knows both tomorrow's swordsmanship and condensed light swordsmanship, and his posture is as dignified as a Zhilan Yushu, and a stop there is a beautiful scenery, and you...

Although they look exactly the same, but this loach-like martial arts... will be expelled from the house in Mingri Pavilion!

"Wonderful! Wonderful! There is no difference in body and appearance between the two, and their kung fu skills are evenly matched. How to judge this is really a headache." A leisurely voice sounded.

People couldn't help squinting at him, thinking what's wrong with this liking?Which eye of yours sees them evenly matched?

Chang Zixuan looked back at Zhong Yi unhappily, and said coldly, "Don't mind your own business."

"Yes!" The fake one also said loudly, "Master Zhong, you'd better sit quietly, meddling in other people's business will shorten your life!"

Zhong Yi was boycotted by the two parties, but he didn't care. He waved his fan with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, a scholar dies for his confidant. Moreover, they are about the same age and have a very close personal relationship, so how could they not come forward?"

The man in blue shouted: "Fuck your mother! Who in the whole world doesn't know that you are jealous of my background and beauty, and make things difficult for me everywhere? If you are surnamed Zhong, get out of here quickly. Although I, Chang Zixuan, have mediocre martial arts, But Tomorrow Pavilion behind me is not easy to mess with!"

As soon as the words fell, the real Chang Zixuan suddenly straightened his back, stepped forward with his sword, and said angrily: "How dare you talk nonsense! See if I don't kill you!"

"Who dares to be presumptuous with me!" With Jin Haixue's loud shout, a golden whip shadow flashed across the air, and hit the ground between the two Chang Zixuan heavily, making a crisp sound like a thunderbolt.

Chang Zixuan's steps were blocked by the golden whip, so he had to retreat, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, staring at the face that was exactly the same as his own.

Jin Luxue said coldly: "Who will explain to me what is going on?"

Chang Zixuan raised his finger to the face of the man in blue, and said angrily: "This man set up an ambush on my way to the banquet, knocked me out with insidious tricks, snatched my clothes and invitations, disguised himself as me, and pretended to be me." It is really lawless to participate in the night banquet in white clothes instead!"

"Hey, you're just talking nonsense when you open your mouth with red mouth and white teeth," the man in blue lazily said, "My young master always needs to grab your invitation card? Do you know that in our tomorrow pavilion, there are so many invitation cards that the windows are covered..."

"Hmph!" Jin Haixue snorted unhappily.

The man in blue instantly changed the subject: "However, the invitation to the banquet in white is still the most precious."

Golden Hair Snow came over, raised her hand to pinch his chin, forced him to raise his head, squinted his eyes and stared at his face for a moment, and said slowly: "How do you prove that you are not disguised?"

"That's a good judgment!" Zhong Yi raised his hand and said solemnly: "No matter how clever the disguise technique is, it's just a combination of a mask and medicine, and it often leaves flaws where the chest and the leather are in contact. You can tell it by touching it with your hands. , ask the two Chang young masters to untie their clothes, and this hall master condescends to touch you on behalf of the gentlemen..."

"How dare you!" Chang Zixuan shouted angrily.

The man in blue squinted at him: "I knew you didn't dare, because you are a fake." After finishing speaking, he took a step to Zhong Yi, and slammed his clothes open, "The one surnamed Zhong , Come! Touch!"

The snow-white chest suddenly appeared, Zhong Yi suddenly turned his head away, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and muttered loudly: "Don't look at evil, don't look at evil... Young Master Chang's white flesh is really the best in the world..."

"Damn it! It's too much of a bully!" Chang Zixuan was furious, and rushed over with his sword.

An impassioned sword cry pierced the night sky, and the streamer of stars burst into radiance in an instant, quickly covering the six-edged frost flowers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chang Zixuan slashed down with his sword, thousands of brilliance and stars all over the sky complemented each other, as if holding the Nine Heavens Milky Way in the palm of his hand.

"Xue Zhao Yun Guang Jue!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

The man in blue was caught off guard, and there was no way to avoid it. Xuezhao Yunguangjue is Le Qishu's lifelong mastery, and he has the essence of fierceness and fierceness. Feng Jun, who won the title of the top five for Feng Manlou, at that time he swung his sword, the wind was blowing backwards, and the snow beat the wind, which made people feel terrified.

Although Chang Zixuan's martial arts are mediocre, the power of this sword should not be underestimated.

Seeing the cold air blowing towards the man in blue with the power of wind and thunder, Zhong Yi's face changed, and his body straightened, and he stood up and rushed between the two.

However, in the blink of an eye, a blue figure galloped up like lightning, and with the momentum of the same death, it crashed head-on into the fierce sword curtain of Xuezhaoyunguangjue.

There was an exclamation from the people.

The coldness in the air suddenly disappeared.

Everyone looked intently and saw that Chang Zixuan was holding a famous sword, which was unstoppable, but an ordinary bamboo chopstick was already pressed against his throat.

Chang Zixuan straightened his body stiffly, with shame and embarrassment on his face, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you? Why do you know the flaws in Xuezhaoyunguang Jue?"

"Isn't it easy to find your flaws?" The man in blue poked his throat with bamboo chopsticks, and snorted, "It's flashy, your foundation is unstable, and you pretend to be earth-shattering, but in fact it's full of flaws. The bug will kill you sooner or later!"

Chang Zixuan's eyes tightened when he heard the words, and he stared at his face: "You..."

The bamboo chopsticks moved up his neck, slipped frivolously across the corners of his lips, and patted his face as if flirting. The man in blue laughed and mocked: "Do you know what's wrong? Do you want to improve? Call me out." Good brother, let me give you some pointers..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The blood on Chang Zixuan's face faded, he grabbed his wrist, his pale lips trembled, and after a long time, he asked word by word: "You, who are you?"

The man in blue waved him away, turned his sleeves and walked down the stage, yelling: "Okay, okay, I admit that you are Chang Zixuan, and I am the counterfeit, okay, alas, alas, I just want to come Take a sip of wine and watch what's going on...Young Master Chang is too stingy, I won't play with you anymore!"

People were in an uproar.

"Stop!" With a deep shout, Ding Gange stood in front of the blue-clothed man, "Disrupting the white-clothed night banquet, do you still want to get out of your body?"

The man in blue had his way blocked, so he had to stop depressingly, twirling the chopsticks quickly between his fingers, and lazily said: "Old man, good dogs don't block the way."

"Bold madman!" Ding Gange's old face changed color, and he swung his palm away. He has practiced foreign martial arts for many years, and his palm is strong and steady like a heavy mountain. With such a palm, it is like a mountain pressing down on the top, and his clothes are bulging in the evening wind. Hunting sound.

A folding fan stabbed obliquely from the side unhurriedly, just blocking Ding Gange's attack.

The old man put away his palm, raised his head and said, "Master Zhong, what do you mean?"

"It's just a drunken rat," Zhong Yi said indifferently, "Where is the need for Master Ding to do it himself? Why don't you let me teach him a lesson."

Ding Gange looked at him suspiciously, and said worriedly: "This madman's martial arts are very treacherous, Master Zhong should be careful."

Zhong Yi nodded, waving her fan and slowly walked across to the man in blue.

The man in blue looked at him unhappily: "Your surname Zhong, are you busy with so much business when you're full?"

"I'm not full, I'm hungry." Zhong Yi smiled slightly, took a step back, twirled the folding fan and stuffed it into his sleeve, and clasped his fists in front of his chest, "Please enlighten me."

"Heh." A soft sneer suddenly came from the night wind, the voice was extremely low, but it seemed to be in everyone's ears.

All of you here are martial arts practitioners, and suddenly feel that it is not easy, such a miraculous internal force is definitely not something that ordinary people can match.Everyone glanced around vigilantly, only to see bright lights and cigarette smoke on the high platform, and there was no sign of other people at all.

Jin Luxue slowly stroked the golden whip with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Where is this expert coming here? Please show up and give me some advice."

"I don't have time to teach you miscellaneous fishes yet."

Arrogant laughter rang in everyone's ears, and some people who couldn't hold their breath suddenly turned around, only to find that there was no one around them, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy in their hearts.

Hearing the laughter, he continued: "I heard that there is good wine tonight, so I came to have a drink as a favor, but when I came, I saw several people bullying one, it was really interesting."

Chang Zixuan said loudly: "Where is the evil heretic, do you dare to come out and have a test with me!"

"Huangkou children dare to be the voice of tigers and leopards? I am too lazy to talk to you."

"It's extremely arrogant!" Chang Zixuan stepped forward with his sword straightened, looking around, "Come out! What kind of a hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail!"

"A hero? Hahaha..." The man laughed as if he had heard some funny joke, "Who wants to be a hero, I just want to be a drunkard..."

Before they could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly struck, everyone was startled, and saw a figure swooping down like misty smoke, and picked up the huge wine jar on the main seat.

Anji yelled "Ah": "The devil! It's you!"

The man was dressed in a very thin natural color cloth, flitted to the high platform, without saying a word, picked up the wine jar and poured seven or eight mouthfuls, and then let out an extremely comfortable cry, turned around with the wine jar in his hands Glancing at Anji, he raised his eyebrows: "...the devil? I really hate this title."

Zhong Yi looked at the evil smile in the corner of his eyes from a distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

——This person acts recklessly, and he doesn't look like the same person as the gentle Su Yuhen at noon.