Trash Beauty Counterattack Guide [Quick Transmigration]

Time flies, and soon it will be the day when the Flower Folding Banquet will be held.

Although it bears the name of a "banquet", and the feast is bound to be full of wine and music to discuss the world, but the actual purpose of the banquet is to select the most talented talents in the cultivation world in a hundred years.

There are many Taixi palace buildings, which are not suitable as a place for banquets, so various sects, led by Bixia, went to the mountains outside Tiangang City.

I saw a series of mountains, towering into the clouds, and one of the huge mountains was cut off at the middle, ignoring the ring tables and chairs above, it was extremely flat.

Next to it, mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist.

After everyone was seated, maidservants came in, holding emerald green lotus plates in their hands. The jade plate was clear, carrying plump fruits of various colors, and there were water drops hanging on it, which was very watery.

It was still early for the Flower Folding Banquet to start, but the side of the competition platform was already full of people, except for the two chairs in the chief seat which were still empty.

Everyone had been dissatisfied with Tiangang City for a long time. Seeing this, they started whispering.

"City Master Ye really doesn't take us seriously. As the master, why don't you let the guests wait for him to come!"

"Sure enough, he is a person cultivated by Ye Luzi. No matter how powerful his ability is, he can't get rid of the rudeness of a countryman!"

"I heard that Guiyuan Jianzong had a meeting with Lord Ye—"

"Hey, don't mention it, didn't you see a row of empty seats over there? Dozens of them were taken to the Temple of Disciplines for execution. What kind of interview is this? It's obviously just to show them face!"

"Hey, I heard that they have a second city lord who is one of the best beauties in Guiyuan Sword Sect. Now it seems that beauties don't have much place in Ye City lord's heart..."

Rumors entered my ears, and the words became more and more unpleasant. Yu Minghan frowned, and wanted to get up to argue with them, but his arm was blocked by a wrist.

Beside him, the head of the sect Shen Gu said: "The villains are relatives, let them talk."

Yu Minghan bowed his head and answered "Yes".

The sun wheel moves slowly, and the passage of time can be judged by its relative position to the ridge.

When the stick of incense on the high platform was about to burn out, there were a few birdsong in the sky, white feathers fell, and a few cranes chased and circled, and then a gorgeous carriage came riding on the clouds, and sixteen hooves landed in the clouds , go against the wind!

The four horses are all tall and strong, with white bodies and black eyes, they are peerless horses.

Thunder and lightning flashed, wrapped around the black horse's hooves, and made a rumbling sound.

The carriage is exquisitely carved, and the top is inlaid with emerald jewels, which change into different colors with the sunlight.

The speed of the horse's hooves slowed down, the wheels stopped slowly, and the crane retracted its snow-white wings and stopped on the high eaves, motionless.

Everyone at the scene felt the coercion coming towards them, the voice of discussion receded like a sea tide, and more than a hundred eyes stared at the luxurious carriage.

A hand with sharp joints opened the dark green curtain, and the jade strings on the outer layer of the curtain made a crisp sound.

The man has black hair, black eyes, black clothes, and black boots. He looks like a figure who has stepped out of ink and wash, but his sword bones are forged in blood, and he looks fierce.

He glanced casually, and everyone present was shocked, and those who had been gossiping with divine sense before could not help but stop talking, for fear that he would catch the content of the conversation.

Ye Yi didn't bother to care about the terrified eyes of the crowd, turned around and opened the curtain, and held another person's hand.

That hand was as white as snow, under the sunlight, the edges were almost transparent, and it was actually more delicate than the hanging jade.

Afterwards, the plain white cloud robe embroidered with silver patterns was rippling with the wind, and the light and shadow alternated. The man appeared from the darkness, his eyes could withstand the misty rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

No matter whether it was the fairy king or the fairy, they didn't blink their eyes when they saw him, for fear that once they closed their eyes, the beauty would disappear after opening them again.

Xiao Qingshan lived in a secluded place, and people all over the world only heard his name but did not see him, and most of them thought that those praises were not worthy of the name, who knew that those descriptions were not even one-ten-thousandth of his own beauty.

The two hosts took their seats, and the flower-folding feast began.

On the martial arts stage, the wind was whistling, and the edges of the clouds in the sky seemed to be plated with silver, but one didn't know whether it was the shining of the sky, or the reflection of the shadow of swords and swords.

Because of Shang Xi'er's disturbance, many monks of Guiyuan Sword Sect were still lying dead on the sickbeds, and the sect directly lost a lot of combat strength, so the results in the preliminary competition were inevitably not good.

But fortunately, none of their cultivation bases were very high. As the schedule progressed and the survival of the fittest, Jian Zong's performance also caught up.

The Flower Folding Banquet was held for a whole month. Xiao Qingshan was only exposed to elementary swordsmanship on weekdays. Seeing this group of dazzling moves, he was extremely curious.

But the novelty also faded quickly. After seeing the third day, he felt drowsy after watching it, and went directly back to the bedroom to sleep.

Since then, except for the very interesting games, Xiao Qingshan did not go to the scene.

And on the last day of the competition, the decisive battle began.

Xiao Qingshan was sitting in a position with an excellent view, his eyelashes were long, and his eyes were extremely brightly illuminated by the fairy magic and the sword.

In the past, Xiao Qingshan first showed his talent for swordsmanship, and it was at the Flower Folding Banquet.

It so happened that the two people on the field were both sword cultivators. Ye Yi thought about the past, pondered for a while, and asked, "Qingqing, what do you think of their sword skills?"

Xiao Qingshan froze for a moment, not understanding Ye Yi's deep meaning.

He doesn't understand swords, and he doesn't know how to use swords, let alone evaluate other people's sword skills.

If he was asked to look at which ones were cool or beautiful, he could still come up with one, two, three, but Ye Yi obviously wouldn't be so idle.

Xiao Qingshan only said: "Let me see again."

Ye Yi nodded: "I'm just asking casually, don't be so nervous."

On the martial arts arena, both of them are the best of their generation, with vigorous postures, the sword intent is faintly revealed in the swordsmanship, and each move has its own style.

Although the sword moves still had traces of a strict textbook, it didn't take long for them to master them.

Anyone who can meet, even if he doesn't mention it, he will affirm the two in his heart.

But Xiao Qingshan said: "It's not very good."

It's funny to say, he obviously didn't have much research on swordsmanship, but he deeply felt that the moves of those two people were not good enough, they couldn't scratch the itch, which made him want to sleep.

Of course, he also knew how much he weighed. If the person who asked him this question wasn't Ye Yi, he definitely wouldn't have answered so honestly.

Xiao Qingshan has no cultivation base, so he can't talk with Ye Yi with spiritual thoughts. The two of them are immersed in the competition and can't hear his comments, but other people present are not necessarily so.

Yu Minghan withdrew his gaze from Xiaoqingshan, and stared at the cup of tea on the table.

The younger brother has always been outspoken and doesn't know how to practice Tai Chi in language. When he is with him, he is cautious in his words and deeds.

but……

The comment "not so good" is also too rude.

One of the two monks belonged to Qingyunfang, and the other belonged to Baihuagu.

Yu Minghan turned his head slightly, and there were already monks in the two seats showing disdain and sarcasm, apparently scoffing at Xiao Qingshan's evaluation.

"If you look down on others so much, why don't you go up to the stage and compare yourself!"

Two laughs sounded, Shen Gu's beard and hair were completely white, but he was still hale and hearty, and his voice didn't have the turbidity of his old age.

He said: "It's really not very good."

Yu Minghan was surprised: "The head?!"

Shen Gu is the representative of the Sword Sect. If he said this, doesn't it mean that he is enmity with the other two factions? !

Faced with the murderous gazes projected from Qingyunfang and Baihuagu, Shen Gu took a sip of tea indifferently.

Old stuff!

He Bohua spat secretly. On the way from Baihua Valley to Tiangang City, the three factions had a good discussion and wanted to find an opportunity to destroy the prestige of Tiangang City. You broke the agreement, and you have to draw a line with them!

He Bohua rolled his eyes, don't think that without Jianzong, their plan cannot be carried out, when the time comes to watch a show on a donkey - just wait and see!

There was thunderous applause, Xiao Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, resting his head on Ye Yi's shoulder, his neck was a little sore.

Ye Yi pinched the back of his neck with moderate strength, which quickly relieved the stiffness of his neck.

Xiao Qingshan looked around, only to realize that the sunset had dyed the sky red, and half of the sun's disc was swallowed up by the ridge.

He fell asleep again...

On the arena, a person was lying face up on the ground, out of breath, and a sword that had been broken in two fell on the ground, and the broken section was slightly sad in the twilight;

The other person was treated like a star, and Qing Yunfang's disciples surrounded him with joy on his face.

Even though the man was the winner, he was in an awkward posture, his clothes were torn several times, and his blood was soaked.

Both appeared to be seriously injured.

The leader helplessly faced the crowd, his face suddenly changed, he grinned, and the bloodstains on his sleeves spread further—it turned out that his wounds were opened again during the pushing.

His junior apologized repeatedly, and he said "it's okay" again and again, and he laughed loudly like a two-person repeater.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qingshan couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and he asked Ye Yi: "Have you participated in the flower folding banquet?"

Ye Yi leaned lazily on the seat, folded his hands behind his head: "I participated, I was just eighteen at that time... Anyway, it's so boring, no one can fight."

Smiling Qingshan said: "Then you are also the leader?"

Ye Yi turned his head to look at him, blinked his eyelashes: "No."

Xiao Qingshan thought for a while and asked, "Did you abstain halfway?"

Ye Yi smiled and said: "Smart, I stayed for half a month, and after defeating their so-called strong candidate for the leader, I left. I don't want to waste time there."

There were many monks who had participated in the same Flower Folding Banquet as Ye Yi. Hearing his words, his lungs almost exploded.

Is this a fucking humiliation hundreds of years late? !

Xiao Qingshan has a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are curved.

The young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, frivolous and flamboyant, turned the flower folding banquet upside down with a knife, turned a blind eye to the laurel crown that others were squeezing their heads to pick, and left gracefully.

It's a pity he couldn't see this scene.

Xiao Qingshan stood up suddenly, and leaned in front of Ye Yi: "I want to see you use a knife."

After coming to Tiangang City for so long, he hadn't seen Ye Yi do anything yet.

This is the number one monk in the world!

Xiao Qingshan's eyes were shining brightly, as if sprinkled with stars.

No one can refuse his request, Ye Yiru.

He froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

It was a black scabbard, made of shark's skin, flexible and strong.

There are very few decorations on the scabbard, only a blue water-proof bead is embedded, which is as quiet as the deep sea in the night.

At this moment, the scabbard was driven by the knife, trembling slightly, buzzing.

Xiao Qingshan couldn't help reaching out to touch the scabbard, when his fingers were about to touch the dark blue shark skin, the knife became quiet and the scabbard stopped shaking.

Ye Yi's knife is called Yinlang.

It's not a famous knife, it's just a common knife that Ye Yi bought from an iron shop that was about to close down when he traveled through the world, and the total cost was only one tael of silver.

There are many famous knives and swords in the Xuanmen of the Xianjia, and any monk with a little reputation must be equipped with weapons that match his status.

Their swords are born with aura, cutting gold and jade is no problem.

But now, Yinlang's mortal sword ranks first in the "Jianghu Weapons Book", surpassing all heroes, the reason is very simple, its owner is Ye Yi.

So this knife that should have been broken into slag has been used for hundreds of years at once. The blacksmith who cast it has been reincarnated several times. Brothers and sisters, stand on the top of Tiangang City, seeking defeat alone.

All things have spirits, and dead things "live" for a long time before they become living creatures.

The turbid air in the mortal world is dull, and there will still be flowers, plants and trees that will become spirits, not to mention that the sects of cultivation are all located in the blessed land of Zhongling, and it is even more common for swords to sprout consciousness.

But transforming a spirit is a long process. Not only do you have to go through countless times of grinding and fighting, but you also have to meet a good master who doesn't like the new and dislike the old and loses his love for the sword when he sees the magic weapon.

Yin Lang was very lucky. Ye Yi was not only strong, but also lazy. He was used to the length, width and weight of the saber. Unless the saber broke, he didn't have the heart to find another saber to use.

Xiao Qingshan pulled out the silver tongue, the blade was as green as frost, even the warm red glow could not neutralize its coldness.

Xiao Qingshan's fingertips slid across its blade, and the sharp blade that cut iron like mud seemed to be wrapped in a layer of skin, so blunt that it could not hurt people.

But if someone other than Ye Yi and Xiao Qingshan touches it, it can cut off that person's bones immediately.

Xiao Qingshan handed the knife to Ye Yi, and Ye Yi took a flamboyant knife and waved it in a direction where no one was around.

The flower-folding banquet was over, and all the monks were leaving one after another. Before they could leave completely, their beating hearts suddenly stopped, their pupils shrank suddenly, and they were completely cold from head to toe.

The air seemed to be frozen, and there was only a sound of knives, and the strong wind swept over, and the burning red clouds were pushed to the horizon, and the rays of the sun poured down.

Nothing seemed to have happened, nothing had changed except for the sky without a trace of smoke.

But in the next second, white boiling dust gushed out, drawing a circle around the waist of a towering mountain.

Afterwards, the mountain shifted, and the half of the mountain fell backwards, and the roar resounded everywhere!

As for the rest of the mountain, the soil is smooth and flat, like a piece of silk.

Everyone was stunned, and felt that the ground under their feet was as hot as a fire.

He had long thought that this piece of land was very abrupt among the peaks, but now it seems that Ye Yi cut it out with a single knife! ! !

Without the top of the mountain, the field of vision is even more open, and the rays of the sun spread like a brocade, and a group of birds jumped up to find another habitat.

Xiao Qingshan looked at the sky, his clear eyes were brighter than snow.

His eyes were fixed, and he felt something in his heart.

The glimpse of that year seemed to reappear.

Ye Yi was silent for a while, and asked, "Do you feel it?"

Xiao Qingshan came back to his senses with a confused expression.

Ye Yi smiled and said, "It's nothing, let's go back."

For most people, the climax of the folding flower banquet ends here.

However, for people like He Bohua, the thing that most concerned them quietly popped their heads.