The three thousand miles of mountains and rivers arrived in an instant, and a slightly cool autumn rain also ushered in.

In the rustling autumn wind, a small ferry was moored at the ferry, and countless men and women with swords came down from above, two men and one woman like a family of three were mixed together.

The round-faced girl walked in front with an iron pipa on her back, still talking endlessly about what she saw and heard:

"Did you see the one between the two mountains in front? That's the 'Sword Gate'. It's said that it looks like a sword falling from the sky. No matter how I look at it, it looks like... well... like Sister Jingying's chest..."

I still don’t care about meat and vegetables, but I feel a little absent-minded in my words and conversations, as if I have some thoughts hidden.

The handsome swordsman who changed into a white robe, with two long swords hanging on his waist, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and his eyes were placed between the mountains in the distance, and he did not notice any strangeness of the round-faced girl.

Tang Jingyan walked under an oil-paper umbrella, bit her lower lip and looked at the ground, lowered her head and walked slowly. Such a well-behaved young wife was not because she was timid and shy when she went to a foreign land, but... she was licked and numb!

Tang Jingyan still felt uncomfortable after getting off the boat. She tidied up her skirt from time to time to avoid any strangeness. When she recalled the trip over the past three days, she didn't know how she came here.

After boarding the ship, Tang Jingxian wanted to comfort her husband and calm him down after the conflict.

When my husband wanted a reward, Tang Jingyan naturally had to give it to him. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a good idea, so he asked the omniscient woman.

The result was self-evident. The woman said "get out" and said, "I won't disturb you these days, you can do it."

Seeing this, Tang Jingyan told her husband, "Don't be pity me if you feel comfortable."

My husband was merciful and naturally refused to agree.

Tang Jingyan was not convinced, and he looked angry without knowing that the world was full of energy and said, "You either don't touch me or kill me and choose one by yourself."

My husband had nothing to say, and then...

His voice was hoarse.

I have known Xiao Zuo for so many years, but I have never seen such a wild look. It is similar to a wolf in spring. It is really not a pity for people, and I pressed it on the kang to death...

While walking, Tang Jingwen secretly glanced at the elegant young man holding an umbrella beside him. Seeing this worldly appearance of being unhealthy, he wanted to mutter "hypocritical", but he was frustrated and had not recovered yet. He hesitated for a while but did not dare to speak, just said:

"When the three of them come over, you will be partial if you don't deal with her."

Zuo Lingquan smiled calmly and had no words, but thought in his heart: Qingwan is not so horny, and Lingye will not ask for trouble. The princess can't stand it three times. Just you, a newborn calf, isn't afraid of grass. Now you know it's amazing?

While the three of them walked, the lively dumpling squatted on Xie Qiutao's shoulder, "Jiji..." and shouted, looking at the distant mountains and gestured with their wings, probably indicating that their mother was rounder, just like the upside down big bowl and bowl, not like the two mountains at all.

It’s a pity that no one can understand these slutty words.

Zuo Lingquan followed Xie Qiutao to the mountains at the end of his vision. The immortal masters and swordsmen he saw on the road were more than he had imagined, and there were more than ten thousand people gathered along the way.

Xie Qiutao asked casually along the way, and then learned from the casual cultivator that a good player came to Luojianshan a few days ago. He had won two consecutive games. Today he challenged Luojianshan Song Qianji.

The person who was able to get to this point last time was a casual sword immortal who was half a year ago. It was rare, so there were many people coming to see the fun.

As for the Thunder Cliff Duobaotan, the monks along the way also had some chats, but Luojian Mountain should have suppressed the news. Not many people chatting, and most of them are focusing on today's "Ask Sword".

After Xie Qiutao walked to the gate of Luojian Mountain, although she was full of confidence, she was still a little cowardly when she arrived. She came to Zuo Lingquan and asked:

"Why did the place start? Just shout 'Han Song's son is out' or break the sign?"

As an ancient wealthy family, Luojian Mountain has a very large sect. It is impossible to see the whole picture outside. You can only see an ancient archway that has been erected for thousands of years in the suburbs outside the mountains, with the words "Loose Sword" written on it.

Zuo Lingquan walked under the archway with the crowd under the autumn rain and looked up:

"It's useless to play badly. If you want to play badly, just beat the spirit in these two words."

"Hmm? What does it mean?"

"Slap in the face."

"oh."

…—

The autumn rain outside the mountain is like a curtain, but there is no rain at all under the Summer Peak.

Nearly ten thousand monks gathered around the sword platform outside the Panlong Wall, including men, women, young and old. The whispering "buzzing" sounds can be heard everywhere, but there was no movement on the sword platform, only a faint solemnity.

The young swordsman in martial arts uniform sat cross-legged on the sword platform, put his sword horizontally on his knees, closed his eyes and focused, waiting for time to arrive, but was not disturbed by the attention of the crowd.

In front of the Panlong Wall, there was still a chair of the Grand Master. The head Xue Yuanxia was in the middle. There were a few more people around him than in the previous few days. They all came to observe the reputation of the foreign sects that were competing today.

The Elder of Danqi Han Song, sitting behind Xue Yuanxia, ​​quietly reporting on the things:

"After searching for three days, I'm afraid I've run away. After punishing my nephew, he was asked to stay in the market to recuperate and lead the snake out of the cave. As long as this son dares to go back, he will definitely be back..."

Xue Yuanxia was not surprised by this ending: "I escape quietly, and I dare not reveal my true name. I must be a wanderer with no background. Just be careful and suppress this matter as soon as possible."

"clear……"

After Xue Yuanxia ordered Han Song, his eyes turned to the bustling crowd, with some doubts in his eyes.

The doubts did not come from the swordsman who fled in panic, but more people who came today than he expected.

This size of the sword can indeed attract the attention of monks on the mountain, but most of them are looking at each other from the cave, and only the small sects and people from the cultivation families who will be present in person.

Not today.

Xue Yuanxia glanced through the crowd and saw a few unusual figures.

First, a couple standing in the edge veranda, carrying zithers and jade flutes, wearing sect costumes, were Bo Yezi and Yahe couples from Qianqiu Yuefu.

These two are deacons of Qianqiu Yuefu. They have been recruiting good seedlings all year round. This time, they probably just came back from outside. They passed by Lei Ting Cliff and came over to take a look.

Qianqiuyue Mansion took away the location of the big boss of Thunder Cliff from Luojianshan. It was like a private relationship. The other party came over and did not submit a famous post. Naturally, Xue Yuanxia would not take the initiative to pay attention to the tall man beside the couple.

The man was Bao Xiangyang from the Eight-Armed Xuanmen, who was responsible for the sect's foreign affairs. In the past, he only came over if he had something to do. This was the first time he came over quietly in private. It was a bit far-fetched to say that he was watching the fun on a whim.

What Xue Yuanxia couldn't understand the most was an old Taoist.

The old Taoist stood in a pavilion not far from Suju Peak, wearing a green Taoist robe and dressed normally, but was wearing a lotus crown on his head.

The lotus crown is the highest grade of Taoist crown hat. Those who can wear this hat are all Taoist masters with profound Taoism. Ordinary Taoist priests dare not wear it casually.

Although his face was concealed and he was not recognized as a true lord in the Taoist ancestral court, the seats he could wear in the ancestral hall must be quite high.

Sword cultivators pursue "the first battle power is, the second is immortality", and even go to extremes to exchange the origin of the five elements for the life sword. This goes against the original intention of cultivation and is regarded as a "heretic" by Taoism. They are always disliked and are not very enthusiastic about Jue Jian Cliff. Not to mention Luo Jian Mountain, they have never looked at each other in the past.

People from the Taoist ancestral home ran to Luojian Mountain to join in the fun. There must be a reason. Seeing that the other party came uninvited, he did not mean to say hello, and he did not touch his cold butt, but just secretly thought about the purpose of this person.

Xue Yuanxia secretly analyzed the times of fellow Taoists from all sides, and others also had their own thoughts.

In the outer corridor, Bao Xiangyang was chatting, looking at Han Song under the Panlong Wall, thinking about the doubts in his heart.

Bao Xiangyang came here, so of course he didn't watch the swordsmen fight.

He encountered the conflict in Duobaotan a few days ago, and was very curious about the following, that is, he was curious about the identity of "Sword Immortal Zuo Ci" and how he would deal with Luojianshan.

Based on Huang Ji and the words of the Black Cliff Sword Ghost Chu Yi, it can be inferred that "Zuo Ci" is a person who cannot descend on Luojian Mountain.

Bao Xiangyang thought that Han Song would suffer a big loss outside the market when he found a place for his nephew, but he and his two fellow Taoists waited for a few days, and the arrogant swordsman who had not retreated in Duobaotan actually ran away silently!

It is normal to run away when encountering such a thing. After all, Luojianshan is not an unknown man, and ordinary people really can't afford to offend him.

But Bao Xiangyang, Huang Ji and others believed that the "Zuo Ci" would escape, and that indomitable sword intent could not be practiced by cowards.

In order to follow up, Chu Yi and Huang Ji were waiting by Han Chupeng's side. The swordsman promised that Zuo Ci would definitely come back to kill Han Chupeng.

Bao Xiangyang also waited for two days, but found that Han Song searched everywhere and then turned back.

Bao Xiangyang thought Han Song had caught Zuo Ci, so he ran to Luojian Mountain to wait, wanting to see which old ancestor on the top of the mountain would come to ask for someone. Huang Ji felt that Han Song could not catch Zuo Ci, and was still waiting for the rabbit near Han Chupeng.

At present, Huang Ji's guess is correct.

The elders of Luojian Mountain looked calm and showed no signs of kicking the iron plate. It was probably because the person had not caught it yet, so Han Song handed over the matter to his disciples.

Bao Xiangyang was not interested in the competition on the stage, and did not want to miss the drama of "Zuo Ci" cutting off the roots under Luo Jianshan's nose. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see anything strange, so he was ready to return to Thunder Cliff.

But when Bao Xiangyang was saying goodbye to the fellow Taoists in Qianqiu Yuefu, his eyes moved, and Yu Guang seemed to have seen something amazing and entered the crowd outside the Sword Gate...—

"It's out!"

"Zhao Jianxian, this is this person. Give him some color..."

"In a small place in Dongzhou, I dare to come to Huajunzhou to ask about the sword..."

Under the Summer Peak, there was noisy.

On the giant round platform with a radius of hundreds of feet, there were only two small figures, and nearly ten thousand monks gathered around the round platform.

Most of the monks who watched the fun were casual cultivators, and there were also many sects. Most of them were people from the surrounding area, and a small number were monks from Yuyaozhou.

Luo Jianshan was arrogant and arrogant, but no matter how he looked down on Dongzhou, the master of the immortal family just watched coldly, but the young monks in Huajunzhou were excited about this and felt extremely long-faced.

Most of the monks outside the sword platform came to cheer for Luojianshan. Out of confidence in Song Qianji, their tone was more arrogant than Luojianshan.

Some monks who came from Yuyaozhou could only be dissatisfied with it. Apart from expecting the swordsman on the stage to create miracles to avenge their previous shame, they could not say anything. They had no confidence in this swordsmanship.

Because Song Qianji is too strong!

Song Qianji is the junior uncle of Luojianshan. He is no longer a disciple of his generation. When fighting sword cultivators, they do not pay attention to the "literary battle" in a state of stress. They all rely on hard power to make the realm.

If you want to take any of the Ten Sword Emperors, it will definitely be fine to beat Song Qianji, but "Dongzhou Swordsmanship is all in the wrong way" is a self-aware joke. The Dongzhou Swordsmanship hero takes this seriously and comes to argue with a young man in his 100s. It doesn't make any sense to win, and lose the entire Dongzhou face.

Therefore, those who can come to "Ask Sword" to justify Dongzhou are all disciples with strong energy, or casual cultivators. If they win, they will lose, but they are not good at learning skills, so they cannot say that Dongzhou swordsmanship is not good.

In this case, Song Qianji became an invincible shit-making stick. It is impossible for a casual cultivator to have beaten the legitimate descendants of the wealthy family. If he loses one day, he will admit that "Dongzhou Sword Science is not a side-minded person." What can you do?

Do you have a kind of reverence, "Huajunzhou swordsmanship is all the way to go"?
To be continued...