"Ah cut"

In the bamboo forest of Furong Temple, Xu Buling, who was practicing martial arts with bamboo branches, sneezed and felt a little cold on his back.

In the sea of ​​bamboo, Ning Yuhe, wearing a black Taoist robe, sat on the side of the stone, with a small tea tray next to it. She was not deliberately sitting, but she couldn't hide the gentleness that her figure had. Looking closely, she was a bit like a mirror and a moon, but she was in front of her but was like a fairy in the forest.

Seeing Xu Buling sneezing, Ning Yuhe stood up, took a blanket from the side, walked up to Xu Buling and draped it on his shoulder:

"The body has not recovered yet, so you still have to pay attention. Just practice for a while. Go back and rest."

Xu Buling nodded and chuckled, looked at Siswen's master, and thought for a while: "I want to have a seat tonight. If Aunt Lu comes to me, Master will help me block it, and she will only listen to you."

Because Furong View is "effective", Mrs. Lu has been very respectful to Taoist priests recently, and basically listens to whatever Ning Yuhe says. Taoist meditation is a way to cultivate and nourish nature, and it is not good to be disturbed by others. Ning Yuhe has no doubts and nods slightly:

"Okay, remember not to force your luck to break away from the whole body and block the blood. I'll go and say something to Mrs. Lu."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest. Although he was wearing a Taoist robe, his steps were swaying.

Xu Buling watched Ning Yuhe leave. Now that he has been in contact for a long time, he gradually understands why Ning Yuhe is called the first beauty of "the world's beauty is hard to draw". Ning Yuhe has no amazing places at first glance, but the longer he looks, the more he can feel the "just right" beauty. No matter how moving, still, standing or sitting, people can't pick out any flaws and tell what's good about it. If you have to "find" to find shortcomings, you probably can't find Maobo...

Xu Buling thought for a moment, his thoughts began to deviate again. He coughed lightly and swept away the picture in his mind. He walked towards the house. He passed by Lao Xiao, who was pretending to be a god on the stone, remembered something and raised his hand and ordered:

"Old Xiao, send someone to check King Yan Song Yu to see what he has been busy with in recent years and who he has had contact with."

Old Xiao took a nap with his eyes squinted, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, jumped off the stone, and straightened his servant's hat:

"Little Prince, what should I do to find out about King Yan?"

Xu Buling talked with Ning Yu about Empress Cui’s past. Although he knew that Song Yu had never left the capital, he still felt that this "contemporary true gentleman" was mentioned by Jia Yi a little strange, and he thought about it a little:

"I don't know, go check first... By the way, did the vendor who sold that jar of wine last time find it?"

After Lao Xiao ordered the escorts of the royal palace to go out, he shook his head:

"The Chang'an City has a population of over one million, so it's not easy to find a vendor..."

"It is definitely arranged by the person behind the scenes. I sent someone to send a letter to my father and took the initiative to go to the Western Regions to find anti-toxic wine, so as not to alarm the enemy."

"OK……"

After Xu Buling gave the order, he returned to the house, pretended to be meditating, and calmed down to wait for darkness.

Because of his identity, the Queen Mother cannot come to Furong Temple every day, but the detoxification matter cannot be delayed. Today, the Queen Mother cannot get through the situation, so he can only go over...—

It was already the end of March in a flash, and the blood boiling in front of the Tai Chi Palace had slowly dissipated, but another even more exciting thing quietly exploded between the markets in March:

The first place in the Ten Martial Arts Prize finally surfaced!

The sun was hanging in the air, and there were crowds of people outside Longyin Pavilion on the Zhuangyuan Street. Countless wanderers and the people in the city gathered on the street. Even the nearby courtesans stood at the window with round fans.

Zhu Manzhi, dressed in a wolf hoodie clothes, sat in the tea shop on the street and ate melon seeds, looking brightly at the platform built overnight outside Longyin Pavilion.

There were also a few colleagues of Wolf Guards next to them, who also gathered together to hold tea bowls and discussed who the first Wu Kui was:

"It must be Senior Situ, so I deserve it..."

"Impossible. No one has gone to Qianrenmen to play the hall. I haven't had a fight with anyone. No matter how good the martial arts skills are, it's hard to get in. Senior Situ probably will have to go out in a few days..."

"Oh~ Lord Zhang is the same. He has already learned the news, so he has to let us see it ourselves..."

"There are many people emerging in the world recently. The yamen said that Kou Meng, who had fought with the Northern Ghost God Chen Chong a few years ago, came to Chang'an. He didn't want to take the title of Wu Kui..."

"Kou Meng was injured in a battle with Chen Chong back then, so he was no longer able to do it..."

There are chattering and noisy, and most people in the tea shops are talking about this.

On the platform outside Longyin Pavilion, a storyteller with a reputation in Chang'an was vividly talking about what happened a few days ago at Baiqi Cliff in the East China Sea:

"...About the Jianghu sword scholars' families, there is no more than Lu, Zhu, Cao... Oh, there is also Tang..."

"Hahaha……"

Because the Tang family has the most profound background and has never been a great figure, the status of the storyteller has never been very high. Zhu Manzhi likes to listen to these things in the world the most in the world, and at this time he laughed foolishly.

“…Since the old sword saint Zhu Cow Mountain died at the Zhu Family Sword Gate and the owner of Lu’s hometown died on the cliff of the East China Sea, the name of the “Sword Saint” fell on Lu Baiming, the contemporary head of the Lu Family in the East China Sea, and it was said that “the sword does not move, the meaning of the Baiming”…

…When King Su joined his army to suppress the Lu family in the East China Sea, the causes and reasons are complicated, so it is not convenient to explain them here, but you all think about it... Lu Baiming was ashamed of seeing his biological father die in battle and never took action. He was worried about his past and thought about his past on Baiqi Cliff and has not taken a step forward from the Lu family...

...But just a few days ago, on March 23, when the wind and rain were destroying the city, a swordsman from the hat came to the Lu family in the East China Sea with an ordinary iron sword. He knocked on the stepping stones of the seven heroes in the east as the stepping stone, knocked on the Lu family's door, and asked Lu Baiming on the side of the Baiqi cliff! What is the result?"

Everyone was listening attentively, and when they saw the storyteller buying a close call, they were both angry and urged:

"It turned out? Whoever loses wins?"

“Hurry up…”

The storyteller held a white paper fan in his hand, hung his appetite for a moment before slapping the arbor:

"Lu Baiming is a contemporary 'Sword Saint'. No matter what the battle wins and loses, there will inevitably be a ten martial master who will become the emperor's personal title...

... On that day, the sect leader of the Twelve Sects of the East China Sea witnessed the battle. Lu Baiming's sword came out thirty-six, showing the Lu family's thousand-year heritage. The place where the sword light reached was no longer there, and the mountains and rocks were hard to stop. The twelve sect masters who were forced to retreat a hundred steps before they could observe. They deserved the name of the "Sword Saint"..."

Everyone was solemnly listening to it: "Then the swordsman in the straw raincoat lost?"

The storyteller chuckled, suddenly his face turned and spread a white paper fan:

"...It's a pity that Lu Baiming's sword came out thirty-six, but the sword failed. The swordsman in the straw raincoat only made one sword with an ordinary iron sword in his hand. The sword was like a dragon going out to sea, and the genius entered the world, forcing the thousand-year reputation of the Lu family in the East China Sea under a sword..."

"Wow"

There was an uproar outside the Zhuangyuan Building, which was a little unbelievable.

Zhu Manzhi held the little tea bowl, and knew that it was the storyteller who exaggerated it, but he was still a little excited and said loudly:

"Oh, the last swordsman, did he stand in the wind and rain with his sword in his arms, looking at the twelve sects of the East China Sea coldly, and said, "From now on, I will be the contemporary sword saint"?"

"Hahaha……"

Many listeners sneered when they heard this, obviously they knew the storyteller's tone, and they usually ended like this.

But to everyone's surprise, the storyteller on the stage folded his fan and clapped his palms and laughed:

"The girl must be a regular visitor, but unfortunately she disappointed you. The swordsman in the straw raincoat did not take over the title of Sword Saint, but took back the title of Sword Saint!"

“…?”

Everyone was stunned and a little puzzled.

"... In the battle that day, Lu Baiming abandoned the sword and admitted defeat. The swordsman in the straw raincoat just said, "My father and Lingzun have been fighting for decades, and they have not yet divided the difference until their death. I will make up for this regret. Zhu Liu, Zhu Jia Jian's Zhu, Zhu Xiaoshan's orphans..."

The whole audience was shocked and surprised. Unexpectedly, this was a matter of "the orphans endured humiliation for ten years and revitalized their family in one move."

The storyteller appreciated the listener's reaction with satisfaction, and looked at the female wolf guard who wanted to sabotage the situation. As a result, there was only a handful of melon seeds left on the small table in the tea shop. Where did the half-person figure come from...—
Chapter completed!