Flower wine

Commoner pie.

Wudang and Shaolin have not appeared for a long time, and everyone thought that they would never appear again. The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seize the treasure of Wulin and dominate is in front of them. If you miss it, there will be no next time.

Master Jingxian of the Emei School regretted the premature action, but Zhou Xinran was expressionless and didn't care, and continued to lower her eyes to adjust her internal energy and blood.

When masters fight, they pay attention to stability, accuracy and speed. In all martial arts in the world, only speed is not broken.

Under the new rules, the process is significantly faster.Fu Ling sent Bian Zhiyao's insidious tricks to lose its effect when facing Na Ren Xiangcuo. If Tuoba Gu is a steelmaker who goes straight without edges and corners, he is at a loss when facing Bian Zhiyao's softness and can't use his energy. Then Naren Xiangcuo is the softness around the fingers. The high-altitude environment has created his incomparably strong body, and the abundant sunlight for many years has endowed him with bright enthusiasm. Playing hard is like fighting cotton.

The shortcomings are undoubtedly exposed. Bian Zhiyao is no longer the opponent of Ren Xiangcuo. He was kicked and flew away. With Jiang Xi's secret help, he fell slowly and managed to save his life.

The disciples of the Poria Sect rushed to the stage to infuse energy with their master.

Naren Xiangcuo's amber-like eyes were puzzled for a moment, and then began to scan the crowd inch by inch.

He quickly raised his finger and pointed at the crowd: "Little brother, I have been observing you for a long time. It is true that you are kind-hearted, but what is important in martial arts is victory and defeat, and what is important is fairness. I respect your virtue, come out and compete with me one game."

Everyone followed Ren Xiangcuo's firm eyes and looked, in the slanting wind and drizzle, pieces of peach petals were flying, and several handsome and handsome sons were sitting on the ground, melting the wind and rain.

The black clothes are as bright as the eyes of stars, and the white clothes are hibiscus and peach blossom noodles.

"Embroidered pillows and false handles." Chen Songru, the head of the Qingyang School, and Ke Yanhong, the head of the Piaoyao School, have known each other for a long time. They lowered their heads to discuss, but they couldn't understand why the wise and brave Xueshan School's head chose such a smug opponent. , the outcome is self-evident, so they must play in the third game.

Before Jiang Xi and the others could react, someone had already taken the lead.

Xiao Ruoyun, the chief disciple of the Dongfeng School, was young and vigorous, fearing he would be defeated, he hurriedly fired several arrows at Na Renxiang, and then stabbed with Yujian.

Arrows came overwhelmingly, densely covering the sky for a long time, Xiao Ruoyun's move was regarded as a killer move, even the usual calm as Hu Di, broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously.

Na Ren Xiangcuo is worthy of being a plateau eagle, standing steadily and showing a mighty force, quickly tore off the dark red cloak on his body, and quickly rotated in the air. The surging arrows all rolled back.

Xiao Ruoyun was taken aback, Xin Dao, if the person in front of him was not a top expert, he would have already become a hedgehog at this moment.Unwilling to be reconciled, he rushed forward, the Dongfeng School's swordsmanship was powerful and powerful, and the wind was surging, and he forcibly rolled the tightly stitched cloak to one side, exposing a corner of Ren Xiangcuo.

Xiao Ruoyun's youthful heart found a flaw and he stabbed away in surprise. Na Ren Xiangcuo suddenly couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the arm by him, blood splashed out immediately and sprinkled on the smooth marble.

The blood fell on the stone, like flowers blooming on the other side.

Na Ren Xiangcuo spun to dodge, and took the opportunity to use Qiankun kick, this kick hit Xiao Ruoyun's waist, the incident happened suddenly, Na Ren Xiangcuo was not fully prepared in an instant, but still gave Xiao Ruoyun a powerful blow.

Like a kicked animal, Xiao Ruoyun flew in the air for a moment, and when he was about to hit the ground, he was rescued by Liao Dongfeng, the head of the Dongfeng faction who rushed over.

This kick was extremely powerful, and his internal organs were seriously injured. Xiao Ruoyun immediately spat out blood, and rolled his eyes in an instant and twitched on the ground.

After a moment of unworthiness, he drove the crane back to the west.

A real person just left like this, everyone was very angry unexpectedly, and they all reprimanded Na Ren Xiangcuo for being cruel.

Naren Xiangcuo was surprised for a moment, knelt down quietly to pray for blessings, and then said calmly: "I saw that his soul has ascended to heaven, and he will live happily in another world."

Liao Dongfeng was old, with white hair all over his head, and he closed Xiao Ruoyun's wide eyes with trembling hands like dead branches, tears streaming down his face.

In his life, he was not considered a peerless hero who called the wind and rain, nor could he be regarded as a silent and unknown young man in the martial arts world. He had long been indifferent to life and death in the world, but when he saw his life's painstaking efforts disappear in an instant, he suddenly felt that the white-haired man was sent away. How heart-piercing it is for a black-haired person to walk.

"I'll kill you!" Liao Dongfeng screamed in despair, put down Xiao Ruoyun's body, and limped out.

Before the sword was drawn, a chess piece suddenly hit the acupuncture point, and he couldn't move immediately.

Jiang Xi came down against the wind and landed right in front of Na Ren Xiangcuo.

"The person you are looking for is me, why hurt others."

"I didn't mean to kill him, he deserves to die."

Naren Xiangcuo said this, as simple as eating and drinking water, as if human life is like an ant, so insignificant, so vulnerable, even a sentence of "life should die" or "another world" Alive" can whitewash and even generalize all evils.

Jiang Xi looked at this person blankly, inexplicably hating this person in a trance.

His eyes are so bright, so bottomless, like the person he called and relied on countless times in his childhood.The Shi Zefang who ruined his family and felt it was right and even killed him.

When I was young, I often lingered in the Qinlou tile house in fresh clothes and angry horses. Now that I think about it, the dream that disappeared in the early morning, and the sky that was so dark at this moment, have long since become broken and rotten wishful cakes.

"No one deserves to die, no one."

The wind swept from behind Jiang Xi, and he stood against the wind, handsome and clear.

dogfight

At the market at the foot of Yangshan Mountain, due to the continuous rain, there are not many pedestrians coming and going.

The misty rain in the faint Cangshan Mountains, and a few trips belong to people.

Thousands of golden horses, five-flower fur, Hu'er will be exchanged for fine wine.

A carriage inlaid with gold and wrapped in jade was very ostentatiously blocked at the entrance of the highest-standard inn at the foot of the mountain.

The door was surrounded by a group of flying fish guards who worked diligently like Qingsong, looking around warily.Although most of the common people at the bottom of the mountain are countrymen, they are also accustomed to people from the rivers and lakes who are ostentatious and spend money.

Nilv Academy is well-known all over the world, and the Heroes' Meeting held every year is even more so. It gathers heroes from all over the world.

Inside the inn, a gentleman in brocade clothes and Chinese clothes, who looked like Shunhua, was picking the food on the table, trying his best to suppress his disgust.

A skinny old man with frosty eyebrows and snow hair next to him ate with gusto.The sweet and sour pork ribs, a famous Wuxi dish, is sweet and fragrant but not greasy, and it melts in the mouth.

The gentleman in Chinese clothes ate the snacks presented by his entourage. The delicate flower-shaped snacks were full of color and fragrance.The fussy young man just took a sip and then let it go with a sigh: "This king doesn't eat well or sleep well. What are the folks eating? It's like eating bran and swallowing vegetables."

Seeing the old man eating happily, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Old man Kong has a good appetite, it's really delicious, if I hadn't tasted these, I would have thought you were eating some delicacies from mountains and seas!"

The peach blossom wine in the old general Kong's cup was full, his face was full, and he smiled and said: "Yang Wang laughed, this old man has traveled in the south of the Yangtze River for many years, and I miss this taste very much. Today I got what I wanted, and I must thank you, King Yang. Give the opportunity."

King Yang dipped his chopsticks into the wine in the wine glass, drew ghostly symbols on the table aimlessly, and said with a sneer, "No wonder my father respected you so much during his lifetime, and Lao Kong's words make people feel better physically and mentally!"

Old Kong nodded, lowered his brows and said, "I'm just lucky."

Yang Wang was noncommittal, but looked at the drizzle outside the window, and changed the subject: "I've come here, I don't bring anything back, I'm sorry for the bumpy and hard work of the road. Mr. Kong, you said that the so-called heroes should fight To what extent?"

Kong Lao also looked at the falling rain, his cloudy eyes faintly flashed, seeming to remind him of his past, which seemed to be a world away, and the duckweed was turned around. His eyes were hot, and his voice trembled slightly: "Ride the wind and waves, and compete in the world."

Carrying the wind and the rain, Naren made a full-fledged move, the wind gusts, tore off the mask of hypocrisy, wrapped in the momentum of thunder, and flew away.

There was a feeling among the masters, Naren didn't know why, but he was afraid of Jiang Xi from the bottom of his heart, he was afraid that if he didn't make this ultimate move, he would have no chance again.

Jiang Xi turned into spring and rain, and smiled slightly. Unlike his bumpy experience and suppressed resentment, he showed gentleness and willfulness in his moves, without any twist or tangle at all.

He secretly helped each other before, emotionally biased on the one hand, and helping the weak on the other, he thought about it, in his painful and refreshing memory, someone came to save him from the fire and water.

But that person seems to be far away in the sky and close in front of his eyes, but he dare not and cannot reach out his hand.

It is a fear of possession.

Naren's sword qi was sharp and life-threatening, while Jiang Xi's sword qi was passionate, burning Naren's inner strength sharply.

It's not a surging decisiveness, but a dark bird of prey like a frog boiled over a warm fire.

Na Ren gritted his teeth, feeling the impact and destruction brought by each sword, his internal organs were burning, blood was rushing, and every move was eroding his life.

A sense of anxiety and panic that is on the strings of life can't be controlled, and seeing Jiang Xi's face as calm as water, Naren can't help but sigh how terrifying this person is.

If this goes on like this, Na Ren will definitely lose without three moves, seriously injuring his inner alchemy and even losing his life.

The men on the plateau are simple and pure, without the brutality that can be killed and cannot be humiliated, nor the determination to duplicity, desperately hide their shame, Na Renping