After Junior Brother A Zhai goes down the mountain

Not to mention how those people planned to find someone, this Lin Yingshi who was dragged to the Sun family's land by Dingwu Ling looked confused.Holding chopsticks in his right hand and a jade bowl full of food in the other, he looked at the many Sun family members under the competition stage.

Lin Yingshi: ...?

The young man looked at the warriors holding red hydrangeas and weapons in a daze. These people had joyful and wary faces.They first saluted the seniors of the Sun family, and then retreated to the waiting area of ​​the competition stage.

Lin Ying was a beat slower, and her whole body exuded an air of confusion and ignorance.

On the stage, the Patriarch of the Sun family frowned when he saw this young man standing alone on the competition stage, and even more so, the jade chopsticks and jade bowl in his hands.

He beckoned to the youngest son beside him: "...Why did your sister choose such a person?"

Hearing the words, the youngest son of the Sun family sized up the young man's appearance. He was shocked at first by his somewhat un-mortal appearance, and just about to say, "It's no wonder my sister is tempted by this appearance", when he was caught by Lin Yingshi. The bowl and chopsticks stifled his words abruptly.

He paused, and whispered in a strange voice: "Father, what that man is holding... are the bowls and chopsticks from our Qixingfang."

Patriarch of the Sun family: "...It's true."

Although Lin Yingshi was out of the situation for a while, she also found that she was in the wrong place.He walked a few steps quickly and came to the warriors who came with him.

The rest of the people were holding bright red hydrangeas, and everyone seemed to be fighting secretly off the court.

Lin Yingshi felt the imposing manner of swords being tense in the arena, silently lowered her head, picked up a piece of crystal clear meat and continued to eat.

Mmm...still warm.Lin Yingshi excitedly flicked the bottom of the bowl.There is a red stone inlaid at the bottom of the pure white bowl, which is continuously emitting heat visible to the naked eye.

...Oh, it turned out to be firestone.The boy suddenly realized.The bosses of Qixingfang are really smart to use this to keep warm.

A young martial artist beside the boy sized him up for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Little brother, where is your hydrangea?"

Lin Yingshi swallowed the food slowly, raised her clear eyes and looked at him in confusion: "Hydrangea?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then immediately said: "Yes, hydrangea. Everyone's hydrangea has a mark on it, and we will draw lots later."

He looked Lin Ying up and down and said: "If you don't have a hydrangea, you don't have a number, so you can't participate in the competition."

Lin Yingshi's eyes lit up: "Really?"

The young man was taken aback.Originally, he was looking at the young man's good looks, and wanted to deceive people out of the game and reduce his competitors. Now it seems that this young man doesn't care about this contest at all?

In a flash of his mind, he denied the answer again.Who wouldn't want to marry the Sun family?Even if it is recruiting a son-in-law, compared with the Sun family's century-old heritage, this is a trivial matter.

What's more... the eldest lady of the Sun family is a well-known beauty.

Just as he was about to continue telling Lin Yingshi to give up the martial arts competition, another martial artist laughed and said, "Little brother, don't listen to his nonsense. The hydrangea ball is just a dispensable token. It's on the word 'Wu' on your wrist."

Lin Yingshi was a little disappointed and said, "Can't you give up?"

The warrior was stunned, and shook his head: "Yes, but it will damage your reputation..."

Lin Yingshi's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a loud gong on the field.

The martial artist said with difficulty: "...Now that the competition has begun, I'm afraid you can't give up."

The boy's hand holding the bowl trembled, and hiccupped in horror.

The Patriarch of the Sun family stood up and cupped his fists and said, "Everyone, I won't say much, the competition will start immediately!"

He nodded slightly towards the youngest son on the side, and the youngest son of the Sun family stepped forward and said: "Please step forward and draw lots!"

Lin Yingshi squatted down silently, put the bowls and chopsticks on the desk beside her, followed the others helplessly, and randomly took one from the lottery in front of her, without checking the number with the others, turned around and Walk.

At some point, a maid appeared in the place where he put the bowls and chopsticks.The maid was holding a packed food box, and was about to take away the bowls and chopsticks that Lin Yingshi had put on the table.The boy and the maid looked at each other for a while, and the little maid said in embarrassment: "This young man...does he still need to eat?"

Lin Yingshi glanced at the bowl full of dishes in her hand, and nodded sincerely: "I haven't eaten yet."

The little maid hesitated: "...Then, then I will take it to the back kitchen for you first, and after the competition is over, the servant will bring it back to you?"

Lin Yingshi nodded: "Then you leave the chopsticks to me."

The little maid asked in surprise, "What are you doing with chopsticks?"

The young man said frankly: "I didn't bring my sword, I took chopsticks instead."

The little maid looked Lin Yingshi up and down suspiciously for a long time, then handed another pair of clean long wooden chopsticks to the young man from the food box: "You can use these. The jade chopsticks you brought are easy to break .”

After thanking him, the young man watched the little maid who got the permission run away in small steps, and sighed a little sadly.

Obviously, he wanted to ask his senior brother why he wanted to participate in the martial arts competition at Xiaoxiangfang to recruit relatives, but this is a good thing, and he was forced to come here too.

This Linying was still holding chopsticks to mourn the spring and autumn, but when the gongs and drums beat on the other, the martial arts competition officially began.

Outside the Seven Stars Square.

Xin Lan leaned on the streamer weakly, flicked every step, and slowly followed behind the three of them.

Cui Zhu's heart was soft, although she had offended her before, but now she also understood that the other party did it unintentionally, so she slowed down and said softly: "My lord, should we call the carriage? This Mr. Xin seems to be... ...somewhat strenuous."

Yang Wenzhi frowned and nodded. Just as he was about to call Zhong Nianying to stop, Xin Lan said weakly, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, there is no need."

The voice was so breathless that even Yang Wenzhi, who was in a hurry at the moment, couldn't help but say: "Young Master Xin, are you really all right?"

Zhong Nianying, who was walking in front, said, "He's fine."

Xin Lan's face was covered with a black cloth, and her whole body was pressed against the bamboo pole of the banner, with a gentle smile on her somewhat pale face.

Yang Wenzhi slandered: ...It doesn't look like there is any problem at all.

Fortunately, Zhong Nianying said at this moment: "It's here."

In front is a small quiet courtyard, the gate is mottled, it looks like an old courtyard.

"Your foothold is still here?" Zhong Nianying pushed open the door, frowning at the waves of flying ash, "What's wrong with you? Since you can't see it, you won't hire someone to clean it."

Xin Lan paused for a moment, her originally pale face became even more pervasive at this moment, and her whole body was on the verge of collapse.

Zhong Nianying passed the sword in his hand forward, and the scabbard held the man firmly.

"Thank you." Xin Lan said softly, "Because I didn't want to attract people's attention, so I just let nature take its course."

Cuizhu has served her eldest son for many years, so naturally she can't see the dust in the room.She frowned, went to the well in the small courtyard to fetch water, and quickly cleaned the tables and chairs.

Xin Lan said softly, "Thank you, girl."

Cui Zhu shook her head: "Don't, Mr. Xin, just rest well."

Yang Wenzhi gave her some instructions, Cuizhu understood, and after obtaining Xin Lan's consent, he went to find a kettle and went outside to boil water.

Xin Lan supported the bamboo pole with both hands, nodded slightly towards the man and said: "Mr. Zhong, please give me the personal things of the person you are looking for."

Yang Wenzhi was stunned, then frowned: Is it really a magic stick?

Zhong Nianying shook her head towards him, and handed Xin Lan the Liuhuo Sword that Lin Yingshi had left behind before she could take it away.

With trembling hands, the young man stretched out weakly towards the man, his pale palms stagnated in mid-air.The man touched the crimson scabbard preciously, and handed the seemingly slender long sword to the other party.

What's weird is that the seemingly weak hands can firmly hold this extremely heavy sword for ordinary people.

Xin Lan caressed the scarlet long sword carefully, the extremely fine carvings on the scabbard made him unable to resist saying: "The person who forged this sword...loves the sword holder deeply. "

Under Yang Wenzhi's stunned eyes, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly: "I can see...complicated but deep love. There are countless complicated and bitter feelings, but in the end it's just one Pure affection without asking for a response."

Xin Lan's hand landed on the hilt of the sword, and she pulled it out forcefully, barely able to pull it out a little. The bright sword light was sharp and scorching.

He stretched out a finger and lightly tapped on the sword: "It is resisting me to pull it out. Because I am not its real master."

Xin Lan raised her head: "What's the name of this sword?"

Zhong Nianying remained silent from the time he spoke just now, until Xin Lan asked: "...Liuhuo."

His voice was extremely hoarse, and Yang Wenzhi couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

Xin Lan nodded slightly as if she didn't notice it: "July's fire...Lanqiu Zhongxia. I know."

Yang Wenzhi moved his lips, and his hands on his knees trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something, he calmed down again, and looked at Xin Lan who was muttering quietly.

...Mr. Zhong is right, he is really a magic stick.

Cuizhu entered the door, put a pot of tea on the table, poured the tea lightly, and made the room full of fragrance.

Xin Lan seemed to be out of the world, and all the surrounding scenes were just passing clouds to him.His pale and feeble fingers were clearly placed lightly on the sword, but they seemed to be resisting some invisible force.

His trembling fingers finally stopped.Xin Lan put the part that was pulled out back into the scabbard, and the long sword groaned softly, making a pleasant sound. At this time, the young man moved his fingers slightly, and tapped the engraving on the sword again quickly, as if playing a piano. It seemed to be dancing lightly on the crimson sword: "I see. Thank you."

Liuhuojian suddenly emitted a few pleasant sword sounds without warning, as if it had a spirit.

He raised his head and said: "This Flowing Fire Sword was forged with the blood of the sword holder and the sword forger, so it can be quickly deduced by following this blood..."

Xin Lan smiled slightly, with a hint of mysterious rosiness on her pale face: "...in the basement of the Sun family's main house."