[Lu Xiaofeng Sword III] The Emei faction is playing a big game of chess

Ye Zhiran felt that if she could choose again, she would definitely follow Ye Gucheng out of Wanmei Villa and go straight to Feixian Island in the South China Sea, instead of taking a detour to Yangzhou for the scenery.

The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi.Yangzhou has been a place of economic prosperity since ancient times, with singing and dancing, restaurants, kabuki workshops, literati, and knight-errants in an endless stream.

Zuixianlou by the Slender West Lake is one of the most famous restaurants in Yangzhou City. It is said that the chef's master ancestor has been an imperial chef for more than 30 years.Yangzhou’s famous dishes include Eight Treasure Gourd, Yangzhou Wuting Bridge, Pipa Prawns, Chrysanthemum Conch, especially the three-head feast: Grilled Whole Pig Head, Stewed Crab Meal Lion Head, Braised Silver Carp Head.Zuixian Tower is built near the lake, with excellent views and famous dishes, the building is often full of customers.

When there are more people coming and going, the staff of the restaurant develop a pair of sharp eyes. They can clearly distinguish who is easy to mess with, who is not easy to mess with, and who should never be messed with.Just like the master behind him at this time, he is absolutely not to be messed with.The shop waiter accompanied Xiao Xiaobu to walk ahead, bent down and said cautiously, "Guest officer, this way please."

Behind him is a man in his twenties, with a handsome appearance, between a teenager and a young man.Dressed in white, with a long sword on his waist.There was a bit of reserve and arrogance in his expression.Such a person always makes people think of such words as young hero and dreadful young people when they see him.

The direct disciple of the head of the Diancang School, Lin Zhiyuan, is one of the most famous figures in the generation of up-and-coming talents, and he really deserves these words.

I have to say that the waiter in this shop has really sharp eyes. Although Lin Zhiyuan looks like a young man in his twenties who has just entered the rivers and lakes, in his eyes, he is worse than the big man with a beard and a muscular face at the table. Annoyed a lot.Lin Zhiyuan's tall and tall figure as he walked up the stairs attracted a lot of attention, most of them were from shy-faced girls.This is also understandable, this white-clothed young man is not only a young hero, but also a handsome guy, so it is normal for more people to see him because he is good-looking.

Ordinarily, such characters are actually rare. In the past, even the little second brother who had seen many people in restaurants would be astonished.It's just that today, the second brother, who had already been astonished once before, looked at this young man who was also dressed in white, and immediately felt a lot inferior. He quietly glanced at the window on the right and south.

Lin Zhiyuan stepped into the private room on the second floor, glanced around the hall, then paused for a while, and stopped on the table near the south window, his gaze fixed.Doubt, surprise, fear, and hesitation flashed across his eyes, and finally he froze into excitement eager to try. As soon as he moved, he was about to walk there when he heard a group of chaotic footsteps sounding from the stairs behind him. He quickly Turning around abruptly, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground came from all around behind him.Six black figures broke in through the window, kicked over the tables and chairs in front of them, and entered the room, coordinating with the people rushing up from the stairs to surround the youth in white clothes who had just come up, the blade in their hand reflected a dazzling cold light.

The situation happened in an instant, and before he had time to escape, the shop boy, who was surrounded by the young man in white, knelt down and sat on the ground, staring at the cold blade that almost reached the tip of his pen in cold sweat, almost crying .The people who were eating in the hall were so frightened by the sudden intruders that their legs went weak and they hurriedly avoided.The stairway was blocked, so he could only shrink to the corner of the wall as much as possible, leaving a large area in front of the stairway completely empty.

Of course, there were also a few tables where people did not move. There were two big men in Tsing Yi on the west table, and an old man in Ge Yi in the southeast.But at this time, their eyes were not aimed at the group of people who were at the top of the stairs, but they all focused on the direction near the south window.

Zuixian Tower is built near the lake, and the private room on the second floor has a very good view. Through the open window, you can see the sparkling lake and the pavilions beside the lake, like smoke and green willows.The breeze blowing in from the window brought some humidity from the lake, and a man and a woman sat at the table by the window.The man in white clothes is more beautiful than the snow, with a natural grace, like a banished fairy, and the girl is elegant and elegant, with bright eyes and white teeth, and picturesque features.The table was full of exquisite dishes, the girl in pink put down the chopsticks in her hand, raised her hand to pick up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea slowly, her movements were casual but elegant.They simply sat there like a beautiful picture scroll that people can't bear to desecrate.However, at this moment, the man in black who collapsed under the table and chair completely ruined this picture scroll.

The people at the other two tables who were sitting motionless glanced at the stairs.Sure enough, there were six figures who broke through the window just now, but at this moment, there were only five people surrounding the young man in white.The faces of several people were calm, but there was a storm in their hearts.Out of the vigilance that people in Jianghu must have, when the two people walked in just now, although they didn't show it on the face, they secretly divided their attention to them, and they didn't relax at the moment of the turmoil just now.But even so, none of them realized who made the move just now, and how they made the move.The martial arts of these two people can be seen.

Sun Laosan, who led people to surround the young man in white, was not an idiot. After so many years of travelling, he had developed a pair of golden eyes. The two sitting by the window.Regardless of the girl who quietly continued to eat with her head bowed, her movements are as elegant as a lady, the man in white opposite her is definitely not simple.The long sword in white clothes is naturally powerful, a name suddenly flashed in his mind, his eyes showed disbelief, and cold sweat flowed down.

He opened his mouth, but found that he no longer had the strength to speak, and the hand holding the knife became weak for a while.The only thing he was lucky about was that he hadn't had time to do it yet.The entire second floor of the restaurant was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

That's right, this time I'm much more knowledgeable than the people I met in the restaurant last time.The girl in pink, that is, Ye Zhiran glanced sideways at the group of people standing at the stairway in a daze, and turned her eyes to Sun Laosan who was dripping with cold sweat.Looking at it like this, probably...has already recognized the identity of the great god opposite?

Ye Zhiran put down her chopsticks, took out the towel and twirled the corners of her lips, then raised her eyes to look at the person opposite.Although I know that Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, has a great reputation in Jianghu, but the people I met before are either like Lu Xiaofeng who didn't take it too seriously, or the people who met in Hua's family. It's not easy to show fear on the face.This was the first time someone was too scared to move because of his name, Miss Ye thought it was quite novel.

After a long time, the white figure facing the window still didn't move at all. Realizing that he probably didn't plan to intervene, Sun Laosan finally became more courageous.He swallowed, glanced at the window quietly, then turned his head and stared at the young man in white and shouted sharply, "Your surname is Lin, my brother has no grievances with you. But you have crippled one of his hands. My third grandson must settle the matter with you today!" At the end, he thought of his brother lying on the bed, a tall and mighty man who had been so thin that he had turned into a handful of bones, his eyes gradually turned red and he stared blankly. Glaring at the young man opposite him like a copper bell.

Lin Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze from the window, looked coldly at the man in front of him who was staring at him fiercely, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Swordsmanship, life and death are in the sky. He saved one life, it is already Lucky."

"You!" Sun Laosan was provoked by his natural tone, pointed at him angrily, and said through gritted teeth, "If you didn't push me so hard, why would my brother agree to compete with you!" And, So what if one life is saved, the hand holding the sword is broken, he is like a useless person, he can only lie on the bed for the rest of his life, it would be better to die by his sword in the first place!

Lin Zhiyuan sneered impatiently, "I don't even dare to compete with others, so what kind of sword do I have?"

"You! Well, I don't care what you agreed, I only know that he is my brother, and I must avenge my brother today! Brothers, go!"

"Swish, swish, swish" After a few neat sounds of weapons being unsheathed, the sword's light and sword shadow swept up rapidly, and the sword energy and the blade's edge intertwined into a dense and huge net and rushed towards him.Lin Zhiyuan pursed his lips coldly, put his fingers on the hilt of the sword, and with a clang, the sword came out of its sheath.

Qingyue's sword chant resounded in the building.Ye Zhiran rested her chin in one hand, and looked sideways with great interest.She is not a child just out of the rivers and lakes, such matters that are obviously personal grievances usually don't let others intervene, and she doesn't have such a leisurely heart.However, the senior brothers and sisters have always said that she has too little experience in the world, and it is rare to encounter such a group fight scene, so naturally she has to watch it carefully.Commonly known as watching the fun.

"Hey, my lord, is that... the sword technique of the Diancang School?"

Ye Gucheng raised his eyes and glanced lightly, "The Eighteen Swords of Panlong, the unique skill of the Diancang School, is only passed on to the direct disciples of the master."

"Well, that means he is the direct disciple of the head of Diantang?" Ye Zhiran tapped the corners of her lips with her slender fingers, and looked thoughtfully at the young man in white who was bulging left and right in the crowd, "Pan Pan Dragon Eighteen Swords?"

The Diancang School is located in Dali, Yunnan. Although it belongs to the Central Plains Wulin, it is also known as the Four Great Sword Schools along with Emei, Kunlun, and Huashan, but it often wanders around the edge of the Central Plains Wulin.The swordsmanship of the Diancang School is ordinary at first glance, not as elegant and elegant as the Emei swordsmanship, nor as ethereal and ethereal as the Huashan swordsmanship, but if you really face it, you will find murderous intentions hidden everywhere in the seemingly ordinary swordsmanship. The tricks are extremely ruthless.

"The shape is similar to the gods, and the sword is sluggish, so I can only tap the essence of Cang's swordsmanship."

"Eh..." Ye Zhiran wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, and looked at the young man with sharp swordsmanship in the crowd.Thirty percent, why did she think that his swordsmanship is still very good even if it is only thirty percent?

Looking at the depressed expression on the girl's face, Ye Gucheng's lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes, "You have too little experience."

"..."

Questions about Ms. Ye's experience in the world should be viewed with a dialectical perspective.Speaking of which, she spent too little time in the Jianghu, and didn't know many people. It is true that she has little experience in the Jianghu.But, let's see who she knows: Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, Huo Tianqing... She almost knows more than half of the famous top masters in the whole world.In such a situation, if you say that Miss Ye is ignorant, the young heroes who admire the sword god and sword fairy in the world can spray you to death with a mouthful of blood.So it's not that Miss Ye Zhiran is ignorant, she is too knowledgeable.Regarding the most advanced issues of swordsmanship, such as sword intent and state of mind, she can beat her peers dozens of blocks.But with experience in dealing with swordsmanship and moves, she is far inferior to those who often walk in the rivers and lakes.

Just like now, if her senior brother Su Shaoying came to see this sword technique that she thought was "very powerful" just now, she would definitely be despised.

While watching, Ye Zhiran was gradually fascinated by thinking silently in her heart how she would deal with that young man in white.The long black hair slid down her side face, and the girl in pink rested her chin with one hand and watched the fight in the arena with a serious look, and a hint of confusion or confusion appeared in her clear and bright eyes from time to time. Of course.Ye Gucheng raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

After all, Lin Zhiyuan is also a direct disciple of the head of the Dian Cang Sect. Although Sun Laosan has much more experience in traveling all over the world than him, but such things as experience cannot be transformed into strength all the time.So the ending of this farce is self-evident.

After the farce ended, Ye Zhiran lowered her head slightly, still reminiscing about what she had just learned from the swordsmanship of the young man in white.After a long time, when she came back to her senses, she found that the hall was still silent.

Isn't it over?The girl in pink raised her head in confusion, and saw the white-clothed youth who was one against ten just now standing at the table, looking at Ye Gucheng opposite her with burning eyes, her face flushed, and she shouted loudly, "click Cang sent Lin Zhiyuan to ask City Lord Ye for advice!"

"..." Ye Zhiran suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes were stunned.

Boy, do you want to die?

The author has something to say: It seems that the Panlong Eighteen Swords were not written by Gu Long. I don’t remember exactly where they came from. Anyway, they are skills of the Diancang School. Let’s make do with them...