Jianghu chaos

A gust of wind passed by, and the monthly newspapers in everyone's hands disappeared. When they looked again, Meiqian at the wind stopped, holding a stack of tabloids, flipping through them page by page.

Each copy has the same content, exaggerating the mysterious person who appeared at the opening meeting, almost lauding him as the leader of the martial arts, and making many vague guesses about his identity. It is easy to be misled as Luoyingjian's reputation is hard to live up to, and the mysterious man hero boy sweeps the ring.

The meaning of fanning the flames and provoking is clearly revealed.

The inscription was at the court hearing, but Ye Fushu was the only person present at the court hearing, and he had seen Ye Fushu's manuscript, so it was by no means so incomplete and unreal.

This article was published six days after the incident, and most of it is speculation and incitement. It should be that someone watched Ye Fushu's live record and watched the excitement. Widely distributed, lest people in the world may not know.

This kind of trick is indeed something that Chaowenhui can do. It is called "Chaowen Tianshishi", but it is actually just to satisfy the curiosity of idle passers-by.

It's just that this issue has pushed Luoyingmen to the forefront of the martial arts conference. Everyone is eagerly anticipating the identity of this mysterious person, and they are all betting on whether Feijian Luoying can keep the name of the first sword.The hotter it is, the more dangerous it is. Now everyone is paying attention to this. If Jian Ling's identity is exposed in the future, whether it is the illegitimate son abandoned by Master Xiemen or a subordinate of Sunset City, it will be the same in terms of Luoyingmen's reputation. A shameless scandal.

By acting like this, is someone deliberately targeting Luoyingmen?

Mei Qian was holding a thick stack of Chao Wen special issues, her expression couldn't help changing, and the gloomy look on her body suppressed the chattering discussions of the Luoying disciples around her little by little.

A disciple poked his head over: "Mei, hero Mei, are you angry?"

Mei Qian came back to her senses, threw the special issue back with a wave of her hands, leaving only one volume rolled up in her sleeves, and left without saying a word.

Ruan Xi hurriedly chased after him, hesitant to speak.

Mei Qian didn't stop, glanced at him, and said, "Just say what you want."

Ruan Xi chased after him hard, and after a while he choked out a sentence: "Senior brother, don't be angry, this must not have been written by Miss Ye!"

Mei Qian was slightly surprised: "You care about Miss Ye very much?"

Ruan Xi said seriously: "Miss Ye is a responsible person, and she will never write such an article that distorts the facts. That day, Brother Xie and Jian Lingming fought to a draw, so it's not as good as it was written in the special issue. Frustration! The person who wrote this is really talking nonsense, and he can talk nonsense about things he has never seen with his own eyes, which really ruins the reputation of the Chao Wenhui!"

What is the reputation of Chaowenhui?Mei Qian complained, feeling complicated for a moment, not knowing whether it was Ye Fushu or Xie Chaohan who was complaining.

I don't know if Xie Chaohan knew about this, there were guards outside the inner courtyard, Mei Qian thought it would take too long to report, so he grabbed Ruan Xi by the back collar and flew up, flying in the air like a cloud, and sneaked in without anyone noticing.

The trees in the inner courtyard are verdant, spring is the time when the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the numerous branches and leaves cover the figure and also block the vision.

Ruan Xi couldn't help reaching out to dial.

A gravel came through the air and hit his hair crown right on the crown, making a clear "dong" sound on the jade crown.

"Ouch!" Ruan Xi was tilted by the force and almost fell off the tree.

Under the tree, Xie Chaohan threw stones, raised his head and squinted at them: "You two came over the wall, who are you going to meet?"

A tabloid was thrown down, and Mei Qian jumped off the tree with Ruan Xi: "You."

""Chaowen Special Issue"...the live performance of the martial arts conference..." Xie Chaohan glanced quickly, and after watching, his narrow smile turned into a wry smile: "I knew it was not that easy for Jian Ling to sneak into Luoyingmen."

Ruan Xi was shocked: "Jian Ling sneaked into the Luoying Gate? When did it happen?"

Mei Qian ignored his question, and only looked at Xie Chaohan with burning eyes: "Jian Ling probably scattered these special publications in Luoyingmen on purpose, but who wrote this article?"

"Chaowenhui always sees wind as rain, so it's nothing unusual." Xie Chaohan said, "Why, are you worried that there are people in Sunset City in Chaowenhui? I remember you said..."

Mei Qian shook her head: "They won't be able to place people in the Chaowen meeting. What I'm worried about is..." Halfway through the speech, she sighed and stopped, "Forget it, we'll talk about this later, and we'll settle Jian Ling's matter first."

Xie Chaohan, who was stretching his neck waiting for his next words, couldn't help but protest: "Half-talking is the most wicked thing!"

Ruan Xi, who was also hung up on his appetite, hesitated again and again, but nodded quietly.

Mei Qian ignored them, and said succinctly: "I think Luoying disciples are a little afraid of Xiemen Master, and the news will not be heard by him for a while. You wait for a while, and you will appear again after the whole Luoyingmen has spread the word."

"This is too slow." Xie Chaohan turned his head, looked at the winding corridors and rooms, narrowed his eyes, "I have a faster method."

A moment later, the whole Luoyingmen was shocked, and there was a commotion.

The disciples in the hall lined up neatly, one by one with their chests upright and their heads bowed, looking at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts. They turned a blind eye to the sect master who paced back and forth in the hall and sighed twice, and stood straight and straight like a wooden stake in martial arts. Hardly audible.

Xiemen took two steps, then sighed heavily, and looked outside the door.

Xie Wanqing, who was waiting by the side, hesitated to speak several times, and then looked out the door.

"Haven't found it yet?" Door Master Xie couldn't bear it, and asked again.

No one answered, only Xie Wanqing said softly: "Not yet."

Master Xiemen sighed again, glanced at the Chaowen Special Issue that was patted on the table, stretched out his hand to turn over a few pages, and became even more annoyed: "This kid didn't report such a big matter when he came back!"

"I shouldn't have sent him alone in the first place!"

"How ingenious is my Luoying sword, how could I be defeated by an unknown child!"

With a bang, the teacup on the table was shaken crookedly, and door master Xie became even more angry: "Xie, Chao, Han!"

All the disciples in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay, expressing with their eyes:

"Who handed over the Chaowen Special Issue to the sect master?"

"Isn't it obvious, who else but Miss Wan Qing..."

"And who gave this to Wan Qing?"

"It's not me anyway..."

"..."

The eyes of the disciples were the same, and Xie Wanqing, who finally gathered in the hall and quietly flipped through the special issue, sighed in unison.

Xie Wanqing knew only a little about martial arts, and she didn't realize how much this matter had affected Luoyingmen. She was just curious about the mysterious knight mentioned in the newspaper, and wondered why her father had such a big reaction.

Just when Master Xie couldn't hold back anymore, the summoned disciple finally returned, and behind him was Xie Chaohan, who was calm and slow.

Xie Menzhu's face was ashen, and he slapped the table: "Xie Chaohan! What happened at the opening ceremony, tell me one by one!"

Xie Zhaohan blinked innocently: "Father, didn't he hear enough yesterday? It's a long story, and it's not too late for us to talk about it slowly. Why are you so serious?"

"Don't come here!" Master Xie copied the Chaowen special issue and fell over, "That's the opening ceremony! How many pairs of eyes are on the martial arts event! You think you can hide this matter if you don't tell it ?!"

Xie Chaohan frowned, flipping through the special issue casually: "What a big deal, what my father said, seems like I committed a crime."

"What's the big deal?" Master Xie laughed angrily, "Is it a trivial matter that I am famous as the fallen hero sword? Now even the gambling house has Jian Ling's name! Then who is Jian Ling and who made it?" Which school of swordsmanship is it?!"

Before he could answer, Xiemen added viciously: "Don't say you haven't inquired about it!"

Xie Chaohan lowered his eyes and remained silent, holding the Chaowen special issue and stood quietly for a while, then suddenly turned and walked out the door.

All the disciples were startled, and subconsciously followed them all the way to the door.

Xie Chaohan walked to the door unhurriedly, casually pulled out a sword from the weapon rack beside him, and threw the Chaowen Special Magazine to the side casually.

The starting posture is like a frightened bird flying feathers, the moving moves are like a river and sea, and the closing posture is light and quick. Seven points are clearly the falling Yingjian, but another three points seem to be familiar, but the meaning is completely different.

Gate Master Xie focused his attention, gradually showing surprise in his eyes, and walked down the hall step by step following Liao Luan's sword moves.

After finishing the dance, Xie Chaohan put his sword back into its sheath, looked up at his father, and said nothing.

There was a long silence, none of the disciples dared to vent their anger. They held their breaths and watched his father and son standing opposite each other under the plaque at the door. They waited for a long time before someone spoke.

The voice was a little hoarse, and it was from Master Xie: "This sword move...is that Jian Ling?"

Xie Chaohan raised his eyebrows: "He asked me to ask my father, do you still remember the name 'Mr. Jiandi' back then?"

The disciples didn't show it on the surface, but they were all in an uproar in their hearts.

The name of Mr. Jiandi, from Luoyingmen, would anyone not know it!

Xiemen fell silent again.

But the disciples behind him couldn't hold back, the rustling sound gradually rose up, small and broken, and it came to their ears clearly but they couldn't hear it clearly.

Xie Chaohan didn't intend to listen, and just stared at his father for a moment. He was tired of hearing those remarks as early as in Doufubao.

After a long while, Master Xie closed his eyes, turned around and walked back to the hall step by step.

The back figure was not as aggressive as before, but rather slumped and old-fashioned for no reason.

Returning to the high hall and sitting down, door master Xie was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words, for a moment, he only said one sentence: "You all step back."

As if they had received an amnesty, the disciples all saluted and dispersed.

Only Xie Chaohan was left standing upright in the middle of the lobby, waiting for him to ask questions.

After all the disciples were scattered and even Xie Wanqing was dismissed, Xie Tianci asked him hesitantly: "Han'er, tell the truth, did you find these special publications on purpose and distribute them in the sect?"

Xie Chaohan said frankly: "Father thinks that if I want to do these things, I need to be sneaky?"

"You..." Door Master Xie got up, and looked at the empty lobby behind him seemingly unintentionally, "Follow me."