Wait a minute, heroine

The sky is covered with clouds, and the boats are undulating on the shore. Behind them is a dimly lit town, and in front are thousands of miles of blue waves.

Raindrops sprinkled on the ceiling, making a dense soft sound. A light was like a bean on the bow of the ship. The birds stood under the lantern and looked at the rolling waves. They looked like they were chanting - The great river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and the romantic birds of the ages bird……

On the shore, Ye Jingtang moved the weapons such as the Dragon Spear and Junshan Sword wrapped in black cloth into the cabin, and then returned to the shore to open the umbrella:

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Hmm~?"

Master Xuanji leaned against the small awning by the lake, her cheeks flushed, and she seemed unsteady on her feet:

"What can happen to me? I am the sixth best master in the world..."

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Seeing this drunken appearance, Ye Jingtang felt a little regretful that he had brought Master Xuanji with him. Now, not only did Master Xuanji protect him, but he was able to take care of himself without him taking care of him. Thank God.

Seeing Master Xuanji staggering over, Ye Jingtang was afraid that she might accidentally fall into the water, so he raised his hand to help her:

"Be careful..."

But what he didn't expect was that before he touched his arm, Master Xuanji flipped his wrist lightly, clasped his hand in front of him as fast as lightning, and looked at him in a blink of an eye, his eyes were drunk and blurry, but he also revealed three points Dangerous meaning:

"What? Do you want to take advantage of the girl's drunkenness to plot something evil?"

Ye Jingtang had nothing to say. It felt like Master Xuanji was really drunk, so he didn't care about her. He held up an umbrella and signaled:

"Okay, I won't hold your arm, so be careful and don't fall into the water."

"snort."

Only then did Master Xuanji let go of Ye Jingtang's hand, jumped onto the boat lightly, sat on the mat in the cabin, and took off the wine gourd from his waist:

"This wine tastes really good. The key is that it's strong. Why don't you take a sip?"

Ye Jingtang untied the anchor rope, used a bamboo pole to push the boat away from the shore, and then pulled up the sail:

"Forget it, this is not a peaceful place. You are already drunk like this. If I get drunk again and I have bad luck, I might have to fall into the lake to feed the fish..."

Master Xuanji lay on her side on the mat, with her right hand supporting the side of her face, her wine gourd gently swaying, and she made a very seductive pose, her eyes could be said to be as charming as silk:

"Life is short, you should learn to enjoy yourself while you are young. The girl is drunk like this, and you still don't understand the charm. How did you catch Ning'er before?"

Ye Jingtang originally wanted to enter the house, but he stopped when he saw this appearance. He shook his head secretly, sat under the canopy in front of the door, and looked at the five-foot-long knife:

“我和凝儿是一见钟情，互生情愫水到渠成。她可不会故意撩我，我真上钩又揍我……”

"If you don't try, how do you know I will beat you?"

"well……"

Ye Jingtang shook his head and did not respond. He held the long-handled knife three inches out, and a cold light appeared on the deck.

Cha~

Master Xuanji poured himself a drink for a moment, maybe a little bored, and then said:

"Is it possible that you are not interested in girls who take the initiative, and prefer those who are more reserved?"

Ye Jingtang ignored it. After weighing the long knife, he hung the knife on his waist, made an eight-step mad knife attack, and tried to unsheath it.

The 1.6 meter sword is a bit too long, and the action of drawing the sword cannot be as smooth as the Chilong Sword. However, after taking it out of the sheath, it is no problem to put on the Eight-Step Crazy Sword.

Although the speed can no longer reach the peak, the attack range has doubled, and it can even be used to perform the moves of the Dragon Slaying Order. It can be regarded as giving up some advantages in exchange for unlimited possibilities.

sough--

Ye Jingtang stood in the rain, holding a long knife and gesticulating slowly, adjusting the posture of exerting force. He was so focused that there was only one person and one boat in the world, and he completely regarded the peerless beauty behind him as nothing.

Xuanji, the real person, teased the bird rolling on the mat with her hands. Seeing that Ye Jingtang ignored her, she gradually lost interest in teasing. She stood up straight on the porch and assumed a master's posture:

"That's not how knives are used."

Ye Jingtang stopped practicing his sword skills and turned around:

"Fairy Lu also knows how to use swordsmanship?"

Master Xuanji came drunkenly into the drizzle, took the long knife from Ye Jingtang, and said with a proud look on his face:

"The highest state of martial arts is 'without a sword in the hand, but with a sword in the heart'. Only ordinary martial artists will pay attention to weapons, moves, internal and external skills. I have passed this stage, and now every move is a move, picking flowers and picking flowers." Ye is a sharp weapon. It doesn’t make any difference to me whether I hold a knife or a sword, so I can count it as good."

Ye Jingtang knew that Master Xuanji was talking about the state of 'returning to nature'.

When a martial artist practices martial arts, the process is nothing more than:

A punch to an ordinary person is a punch.

Experts will supplement it with moves and skills, and punching out is no longer as simple as one punch.

And further up, it is to integrate the strengths of hundreds of schools, practice the Qi, muscles, and bones to perfection, and move the hands and feet to the peak of the moves. Naturally, they no longer stick to moves, and become a punch.

If it were the three old monsters on the mountain who said this, he would definitely believe it, but hearing it from the beautiful Jiu Mengzi, he couldn't help but doubt:

"Fairy Lu is so powerful, why did she get poisoned several times by the man in black?"

"That person is not an ordinary person, and I was the one who robbed something, so I just had to hold back."

Xuanji, the real person, held the sword in a sword flower. Because the blade was too long, it looked a bit scary.

Night Terror Hall was afraid of being accidentally hurt, so he retreated into the cabin and took away the curiously watching birds:

"Be careful and don't cut yourself."

Whispering rustling——

Master Xuanji held the sword and whirled like the wind. First she performed a beautiful sword dance drunkenly, and then she bowed slightly and held the sword in front of her with both hands:

"Watch it!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure that was already shaky and unsteady suddenly fell into stasis, giving people the feeling that the person suddenly disappeared from the deck, leaving only a stone statue without any breath.

When Ye Jingtang saw this scene, the contempt in his eyes disappeared. He secretly used the Tianhe Sword's technique to predict Xuanji's movements, but unfortunately he found nothing.

Huh~huh~~

The rainy night is quiet.

Xuanji stood on the bow of the boat, her black hair and white skirt moving with the wind, keeping the same rhythm as the rain and waves. Her figure did not move at all, but she slowly became the focus of the night, just like a storm, quietly moving in the night. gestate.

After brewing for a while, Xuanji's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she suddenly exerted force on her feet.

boom!

The bow of the three-foot-long ship sank several feet in an instant.

Water splashes of more than ten feet high exploded around the ship, until the entire stern of the ship lifted out of the water.

Swish——

Then a white figure rose into the sky from the bow of the ship, and in the blink of an eye, it had already jumped ten feet away with its sword. The sword followed the person, and the five-foot-long sword, which contained terrifying energy, cut through the waves with one strike. above the incoming waves.

Boom——

Amidst the thunderous noise, water waves exploded in the night. From a distance, it looked like a waterfall rose out of thin air on the lake.

The waterfall crushed outwards, crushing the endless waves that were coming, but in an instant it turned into a huge wave with a height of several feet, and it surged out for dozens of feet before breaking.

The aftermath spread outwards, creating an endless fan-shaped ripple on the lake!

"grumble!!"

Such a terrifying momentum made the birds shrink in shock.

Ye Jingtang's pupils also shrank, and his eyes turned into surprise.

After all, if this earth-shattering sword was struck back on the ship, it would probably not be a problem to cut the entire ship into pieces.

With the current foundation, Night Terror Hall can do this, even faster.

However, his knife skills are supplemented by the most advanced luck skills. Experts can recognize the moves at a glance, and it is possible to break them if they have the moves.

As for Master Xuanji's sword, there is no skill, it is all about strength.

An unpretentious horizontal slash, which can't even be called a 'sword technique', has produced effects beyond the reach of ordinary people. This is impossible to achieve without the foundation of being 'universal in all schools of thought, and flawless both internally and externally'. .

It was also at this time that Ye Jingtang realized why Xuanji was ranked third among the eight leaders.

In terms of swordsmanship, Xuanji Zhenren is definitely not as good as Xuanyuan Chao, and there is probably still a gap in terms of strength.

But Xuanyuan Dynasty was only a "Wu Kui" when he used a sword.

And even if Master Xuanji had a fox tail, he could probably use it as a meteor hammer to hit the top of the mountain.

Although the rankings between the two are not far apart, they can no longer be classified into the same category of martial artists.

Seeing such extraordinary grace, Ye Jingtang looked at Xuanji, as if he saw a thousand-foot snow peak standing in front of him. He was about to say "What a martial arts!", but the words failed to come out and his expression was blank again.

(⊙_⊙)?

After Xuanji made a move with his sword, he held a sword flower and held the five-foot-long sword behind him. He wanted to put the sword away, but because the sword was too long, it looked like it had an antenna on its back.

Originally, Master Xuanji's idea was to show off his masterly style and let his feet fall gracefully on the bow of the ship.

But he was drunk and the light was dim. Maybe he saw three boats and didn't know which one was real. He stepped on the air a few feet away from the deck, and the whole person immediately disappeared from sight.

thump--

Water splashes!

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Ye Jingtang was stunned for a moment, then ran to the edge of the deck to check, but saw Xuanji floating on the lake with the same expression as usual, acting naturally, and said casually:

"I drank too much and it's a bit hot. I'll take a bath and you can rest first."

Although he pretended to be similar, Ye Jingtang was not blind, and he could still tell the difference if he fell or jumped on his own initiative. His eyes were speechless, but after thinking about it, he said:

"I know you are an expert. It was just an accident when you drank too much. I won't laugh at you. Come up quickly, don't catch a cold."

Wow~

Real person Xuanji seemed to be drunk indeed, but she refused to admit that she had made a mistake and continued swimming in the water with a graceful posture:

"I told you I'm fine. You go and rest. I'll be back later."

"Oh...eh? Where's the knife?"

"Knife? What knife?"

"..."

This situation made the birds speechless. They spread their wings and tilted their heads, not knowing what to say.

Ye Jingtang rubbed his forehead, then plunged into the water and searched for it in the lake. Fortunately, the lake was not very deep and the boat did not drift far. He quickly picked up the knife stuck at the bottom of the lake.

When he surfaced, Master Xuanji had already jumped onto the boat while he was not prepared.

Ye Jingtang breathed a sigh of relief and flew down to the deck, only to see Xuanji, who looked like a drowned rat, lying on the mat in the cabin, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

Niaoniao stood at the door, afraid of being rolled over and squashed by the demon sister, so he didn't dare to go in. He slightly raised his wings and said, "Chiji..." He probably wanted Ye Jingtang to help him take off his wet clothes and sleep in the middle of the night. It's easy to sleep next to.

How could Ye Jingtang take off Xuanji's clothes? He didn't respond. After looking at it for a few times, he closed the door and continued to think about his sword skills.

Thinking of the sword move that Master Xuanji had just made that had no skills but was comparable to the top moves, Ye Jingtang thought about the moves again, and always felt that they were completely different from each other - Master Xuanji's sword was just the same, and he was obviously using it. Study how to make this knife fancy and unique.

After practicing for a while, Ye Jingtang stopped, put the five-foot-long knife aside, and sat cross-legged in the rain curtain with the Chilong knife across his knees. He closed his eyes and thought seriously, no longer obsessed with the posture of exerting force, etc. On the surface, he then started to think about how the same knife could produce a qualitative change inside.

Wow~

It was a quiet rainy night, with a light like a bean in the middle of the lake.

Birds and birds squatted at the door to take shelter from the rain. They originally did not disturb Ye Jingtang who was sitting cross-legged in the rain, but I don't know what time it was, and there was a faint touch of heat on the bow of the boat.

"grumble?"

Niaoniao's eyes were filled with confusion, and he jumped forward to take a look, only to see that Ye Jingtang's face was red and white mist appeared on his head, and he looked almost mature again...

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In the early morning, the Seventy-Two Islands in Junshan were covered with clouds and fog, and hundreds of boats, large and small, coming from various places were floating on the lake.

The surrounding islands are crowded with people, and there are many open areas where you can see Jianghu Erlang competing on the spot, with onlookers cheering. Only the Qianzhang Junshan Platform in the center is empty, with only a solitary stone tablet standing there.

The islands are far apart, and Junshan Platform is a fighting platform. Ordinary people don't have the courage to go up there. If you want to watch the battle, the best place is naturally on the boat.

Although I don’t know when this sword-chief battle will start, I am afraid that if I miss it, I will not be able to squeeze in front. Many ships are waiting in the rain around Junshan Terrace, and the warriors on board are all looking forward to it.

Between the large and small ships, a awning boat floated slowly through the gap, and hearty chatter and laughter could be heard in the boat awning:

"Come, let me toast you senior."

"Good drinker..."

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In the narrow canopy of the boat, one person sat on the stern and rowed the boat, while the three of them gathered around the small table, drinking and chatting.

There was only a plate of peanuts on the table, but there were four or five jars of wine. The two young swordsmen were already flushed and drunk, while Qiu Tianhe, who had his back to the bow of the ship, looked as usual, holding a wine bowl and looking at the scenery outside the window.

It only took one night by boat from Huangquan Town to Junshan Terrace, but Qiu Tian couldn't get together, and no matter how many people came, he couldn't fight. Naturally, his trip was unhurried, and he went touring the mountains with a few bastards he had just met. Water wandering around.

After squatting in a dark dungeon for more than half a year and meeting an infuriating martial arts prodigy like Ye Jingtang, Qiu Tianhe's mentality has actually changed a lot compared to previous years.

Although Qiu Tianhe doesn't look serious, he is essentially the same as all peak warriors. He can be regarded as a martial arts fanatic, and he also pretends to be 'moral, chivalrous and affectionate' in the world of martial arts.

In the past, Qiu Tianhe felt that the happiest thing in the world would be to stand on the Junshan platform with a sword in hand, and be worshiped and admired by all the heroes in the world.

But after being on death row for more than half a year, the happiest thing in the world is holding a bowl of old wine in my hand and basking in the evening sun.

I once thought I was free and easy, but after I completely lost my freedom, I realized that in the past fifty years, I had just been a common man led by fame and fortune, and how could I really live a free and easy day.

Then when he met Ye Jingtang, Qiu Tianhe knew that his dream of replacing Mr. Xuanyuan as the Sword Chief for decades would be impossible to achieve. Since there was no hope of reaching the top, he naturally took a dim view of the word "Sword Chief".

Now this battle is actually considered the final battle in Qiu Tianhe's heart, bringing an end to the past. From now on, he will leave the world and go through the small life that ordinary people should live.

Qiu Tianhe knew that he couldn't beat Mr. Xuanyuan, but since they had fought twice in the past year, he also knew the details of Mr. Xuanyuan, and it was impossible to kill him to pieces without a few blows.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, he turned around and ran away to admit defeat. Tens of thousands of people were watching around him. No matter how thick-skinned Mr. Xuanyuan was, there was no way he would chase him and kill him.

Originally, the risk of this battle was not high, so Qiu Tianhe felt quite relaxed, as if he was going to work for the last time before retirement.

But he never expected that Night Terror Hall could give him a big surprise at this time!

Qiu Tianhe was leaning on the canopy of the boat, drinking a small drink, when his ears suddenly moved and he heard two voices coming from the fence of the big ferry next to him:

"Why is there no movement at Junshan Terrace? It's just that the Lord Shen didn't show up. Yao Wenzhong and Xuanyuan Hongzhi didn't see anyone either, so they just asked a few disciples with foreign surnames to receive the guests..."

"I heard that something happened. One of my brothers was hanging out in Wuzhou. Last night he sent news that there was trouble at the mouth of the Wuxi River. It seemed that someone had joined forces to kill the officials of the Hei Yamen... Fan Laoba and Han Shaoping were both dead. There are also two people from Junshantai, one dead and one seriously injured. It is said that they are Xuanyuan Hongzhi and Yao Wenzhong..."

Qiu Tianhe paused while drinking, looked up and looked outside, his eyes were surprised, and he probably meant:

Xuanyuan Hongzhi is dead?

God has really opened his eyes. This is the great master Qingtian who is eliminating harm for the people...

But before Qiu Tianhe had finished thinking, the next words came into his ears:

"You're not talking nonsense. If these four people are put together, the military commander can kill them at will and wipe out the whole army. Who are they dealing with? Master Xuanji?"

"It's absolutely true. It is said that he was a young swordsman. His sword was very fast and he killed four in the blink of an eye..."

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A black yamen official, a young swordsman, a very fast swordsman...

Qiu Tianhe felt that this description sounded like that boy from Ye Jingtang?

However, although the description is consistent and there is a motive, Night Terror Hall should not be able to defeat Yao Wenzhong, let alone one on four...

Could it be that Ye Jingtang and the black government experts surrounded Xuanyuan Hongzhi...

Qiu Tianhe knew about the recent chaos in Wuzhou and also knew about the grudge between Xuanyuan Hongzhi and Ye Jingtang, so he felt that this was very possible.

He was the uncle and half-master of Ye Jingtang. After Ye Jingtang killed Xuanyuan Hongzhi, he came to Junshan Terrace the next day to pick a fight with his own father...

Wouldn't this be delivered to people's doorsteps to vent their anger? !

Qiu Tianhe sat up a little straighter and felt that something was wrong, as if he was in a pit of fire, so he immediately put down the wine bowl.

According to Ye Jingtang's estimation, Qiu Tianhe is the top swordsman in the world, and the atmosphere has been well-coaxed. There are so many people waiting eagerly for him. Even if he knows that he will be hit by the gun when he enters the ring, he can't save face and retreat tactically, so as not to provoke others. The world is full of criticism.

But in fact, Night Terror Hall thinks too much.

If Qiu Tianhe couldn't even save his face, how could he live to this age?

Seeing that the situation was not going well, and that he might be beaten to death by Xuanyuan, who was resentful of losing his son, Qiu Tianhe didn't even frown, he was ready to get up and row away, and return to the capital to continue to accompany Sister Meng.

But unfortunately, the ship is already too close!

The awning boat had not yet turned around in the small space between the ferries, and the noisy ferry suddenly became quiet.

Then the silence spread outward, until the lake surface for miles around fell into deathly silence, leaving only the mist of rain and waves.

Boom~

Boom~

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A dull footsteps sounded from the thousand-foot stone platform. No one could be seen, but the heavy footsteps seemed to knock on the heart, so heavy that the sound of rain was a little quieter.

The three young people on the awning boat were chatting and laughing, saying "Old Xuanyuan", but when the footsteps sounded, their faces all turned pale and they swallowed:

"Junshan Shenhou is here, this momentum..."

"As expected of a contemporary swordsman..."

"That arrogant junior Qiu Tianhe is so rude, he actually let senior Xuanyuan show up first..."

Snapped--

"Hiss! Senior, why are you whipping me?!"

Qiu Tianhe slapped the young man next to him on the back of his head, released the paddle he had just held, sighed softly, and muttered:

"This is a hell of a world..."

After saying this, Qiu Tian clasped his hands on his waist and walked out of the boat canopy, standing on the bow of the boat, his back as straight as a steep mountain peak.

Thousands of feet of blue waves were silent, and in the vast world under the rain curtain, at this moment, only two swordsmen stood facing each other...

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