The Longyin Pavilion is bustling with people. On the huge martial arts stage, the emcee mobilized the emotions of the guests in the building during the two competitions, and gave many distinguished guests time to bet:

"In the past three days, Longyin Pavilion has fought forty-two consecutive games, and the four young heroes have reached the present with a complete victory. According to the rules, the top three players can ask about swords at the Longyin Pavilion today for contemporary Qingkui..."

Xu Buling brought Zhu Manzhi to the side door behind Longyin Pavilion, which was specially designed for noble people to enter and exit. With the attentive welcome from the owner of Longyin Pavilion, he sat on the top floor of the main building in the middle, waiting for the challenger to appear later.

The golden plaque of "Qingkui" was also carried over, hanging on the highest point of Longyin Pavilion, with red flowers tied to it, and there were three swords and a painting box on the table below. Because it was a plaque written by the emperor, there were two teams of wolf guards next to it to avoid any trouble.

Most of the guests present today were for the competition, but there were also scholars and ladies mixed in. Because after the fight, Xu Danqing's first painting will appear in the world, this is something that both civil and military officials care about. Even a few great scholars in the city came and looked forward to it.

Xu Buling sat on the terrace on the top floor of the main building, with bead curtains hanging in front of him, and could look down at the audience, but he couldn't see here below. It could be said to be an excellent stand. Longyin Pavilion also sent two top singers from Yingchun Tower to play the song, but Xu Buling didn't want this.

Zhu Manzhi was the first to come here. He walked around the spacious room for a few times, ran to the terrace, looked up carefully, and then quickly shrank back, a little excited:

"Mr. Xu, I've found out these days. Among the people who came to steal your signature this time, only Situ Huyu and Tang Jiuer are more powerful. They are both defeated players under your command. You don't have to worry."

Xu Buling leaned against a large luxuriously decorated chair and placed his sword on the sword table. He raised his hand and patted the seat next to him:

"It was just a formality. I was worried about something, come and sit down."

Zhu Manzhi smiled and walked to a very wide chair to sit down, leaning on her in Xu Buling's posture, her calves hung in the air, her embroidered shoes swaying, and her eyes staring at the audience.

The audience is Situ Huyu's 28th-way series of swords and abuses. For other young people, they are naturally frightened, and for Xu Buling, it is really no different from a fight with a child.

After sitting for a while, Xu Buling turned his gaze to the little girl beside him, looked up and down a few times, and then...

Zhu Manzhi was concentrating on her head and looked at the ring below. Suddenly, her little eyebrows frowned and she felt a big hand on her leg. ?!

Zhu Manzhi immediately came to her senses, quietly lowered her head and glanced at her hands on the hem of her skirt, and her fingers were still tapping her fingers. She looked at the ring below, and sometimes she slowly shook her head, looking at it very seriously.

“…”

Zhu Manzhi took a breath gently, thinking that Xu Buling used her legs as the armrests of the chair, and hurriedly made an unconscious appearance. He continued to stare at the bottom, his face slowly turned red, and then turned red again. Before he knew it, he remembered the last time that Xu Buling, who was unconsciously touched in the carriage...

clang

A gong sounded and appeared on the ring.

The fainting warrior was carried down. Situ Huyu raised his hand and fist, carried the Nine-ring Knife to the seat under the ring. Sometimes he looked at the top of the main building with a little respect in his eyes.

The emcee in a white robe walked onto the ring with a fan of white paper, looked at the thousands of guests around him, and said aloud:

"Congratulations to Qianrenmen Situ Huyu, Tang Jiu, Tang Jia of Youzhou, and Yang Song, the three young heroes in the Iron Line Boxing Hall, for ranking third. Because this competition was held in Chang'an, many young heroes must have failed to catch up or just arrived. If they are dissatisfied, they can still go on stage now. When the gong sounds, Prince Su will show up, there will be no chance."

Most of the young heroes standing under the ring were injured, and they had already been able to get up, and they all began to urge the show to start as soon as possible.

On the terrace, Zhu Manzhi, who was blushing and breathing slightly, quietly touched Xu Buling with his elbow:

"Young Master Xu, it's your turn."

"oh."

Xu Buling seemed to have come back to his senses, so he naturally withdrew his hand and prepared to get up. Before he got up, he saw that there was actually someone coming up on the ring below.

Zhu Manzhi, who was tidying up her skirt, was immediately annoyed, but she didn't dare to speak out, so she could only sit in the chair honestly and pretend that nothing had happened. However, after looking carefully at the audience, her face was stunned:

"Hey—this scholar..."

In the eyes of the guests, next to the big arena between the fifth floor, a scholar wearing a bookcase with a square scarf on his back trotted up the steps and placed the bamboo box on his back aside.

The emcee standing in the middle of the ring frowned and looked at him, and said:

"This... this young man, are you here?"

The scholar put down the bamboo box and gave a scholarly gift to the guests present, with a gentle smile: "I went to visit my family teacher a few days ago, and I wasted some time. I just came here, so I have been waiting for you for a long time." As he said that, he took off the long strips wrapped in black cloth from the next to the bookcase.

The emcee really didn't expect that someone would come up to challenge him at this time and set up a striking battle in public, which meant to invite heroes from all over the world. Of course, he would not chase him down if he dared to go to the stage. However, the body of Prince Su was a daughter-in-law, and it would not be good if he waited for a long time. He turned his head and looked at the seat of Situ and others:

"This young man also uses swords. Why would the Ninth Young Master come here to meet?"

Tang Jiu, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, still had some blood scabs on his forehead. It was the last time he was beaten with copper coins by "Zhu Liu". However, Tang Jiu didn't care about this. Tang Zhu and his two families were blood feuds. He was able to come out alive under the hands of the sword saint Zhu Liu and only suffered some skin injuries. This was something worth bragging about.

Seeing someone on stage with a sword, Tang Jiu took the sword from his servant and stood up. This kind of occasion that attracted thousands of people was an opportunity to increase his fame. He would definitely not be brave enough to beat Xu Bu later. He would naturally not refuse to show his face to show the magnificence of the Tang family sword.

As the two young swordsmen took the stage, Longyin Pavilion suddenly became quiet. Many people admired the scholar's courage, and the doctor who was always there was a stretcher climbing the steps, ready to go up to first aid at any time.

clang

The emcee rings the gong and stands on the edge of the arena to give way out.

The Tang family wore a gorgeous uniform, held a sword in hand and looked at the scholar twenty steps away, and raised their hands to perform the world of rituals:

"Youzhou Tang Family, Tang Jiu."

Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and was ready to go.

Since being slapped by Zuo Yezi, Tang Jiu has changed his habit of underestimating the enemy and his eyes are extremely cautious.

The scholar held the blue long sword, and Shi Wen was like a sour scholar. He raised his hand and gave a scholar's greeting:

"Yuelu Mountain, plum blossoms."

“…”

“???”

Everyone was confused and felt that the name sounded a little familiar.

Tang Jiu held the long sword and was looking at the other party in confusion...

Sao

First, the cold light shocked the world, and then the sword energy rushed to the bullfight.

Above the 100-step high platform, a cold light flashed away, and under the storm of swords, it was like a breeze sweeping across the building.

The whole audience was shocked, and his thoughts were instantly shattered by the sword.

Various names appeared in this sword, and the guests at the audience finally realized who the unpretentious scholar on the stage was.

Green bamboo and plum wine, and the joy of the song is accompanied by the song.

A sword moves Chang'an!

Mei Qusheng!

Before Xu Buling took down the Qingkui golden plaque, Dayue recognized the number one person in the younger generation!

thump

Tang Jiu fell straight to the ground, and the long sword that had not yet been pulled out fell to one side. There were many blood marks on the right bun, which was exactly the same as the healed wound on the left, and it was exactly the same as the wound on the left.

"Wow"

The audience burst into surprises, and the lady's voice even suppressed the scolding of the martial artists present.

Mei Qusheng put away his long sword, turned around and raised his hand to Tang Jiu, who was lying on the ground and was ignorant of life and death:

"If you offend me, you will see blood when you get out of the sheath. It is the rule of your Tang family."

"Mr. Mei"

“Ah~”
Chapter completed!