"Yes, the little chess sage of Beiliang really deserves his reputation..."
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Not long after Ye Jingtang left, the chess game in Longyin Tower was still going on. Two stunning beauties with their own talents were sitting opposite each other in front of the chess table. Countless literati and scholars around them were talking softly and admiring one after another.
And in the window of a private room on the second floor, the hanging bead curtain was squeezed open, and a furry white head poked out, tilted his head and looked at it curiously, and said hello to the fat-headed dragon and the lame sister below, but unfortunately the two
The fight was in full swing, but no one paid attention.
In the private room, the Queen Mother dressed up as a noble lady and sat next to the chess table. There was a chess game in front of her and she was also carefully considering the chess moves of both sides. Hongyu sat in front of her and discussed with the Queen Mother.
However, the Queen Mother's chess skills obviously could not keep up with the pace of the two national players, and Hong Yu was a bad chess player. It was hard to see the result, so the Queen Mother looked to the opposite side:
"Shui'er, who do you think has the greater advantage?"
Opposite the chess table, Master Xuanji was leaning against the window, holding a wine gourd in her hand. She drank again and her cheeks turned red. She licked her red lips from time to time, not knowing what she was thinking of.
Hearing the inquiry, Master Xuanji came back to her senses, glanced down, first looked at her apprentice's grandma, then looked at Miss Hua, who was similar to her, and said:
"Of course it's Li Ren. The advantage is so obvious, can't you see it?"
The Empress Dowager stared at the chessboard, and she really didn't see any advantage of Li Ren. However, Shui'er was the emperor's master and was very good at chess. She couldn't refute, so she nodded thoughtfully:
"I feel the same way..."
…
The two of them just talked nonsense and chatted for only a moment. The bird at the window suddenly looked up and then flew out.
Wow~
Master Xuanji was a little confused, and opened the bead curtain to look around, only to see the bird flying into the Lanzhu Pavilion at the top. After a while, it came out of it and landed on the window sill, with its wings pointing behind the Longyin Tower:
"Chi chi chi..."
Having been with Niaoniao for so long, Xuanji was able to understand through body language what Niaoniao meant - let her go to the backstreets to take a look.
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Master Xuanji knew that Yuhu had practiced the Ming Shen Diagram. Although it was an incomplete version derived by herself, her six senses were still far superior to ordinary people. She knew she had discovered something strange, so she picked up the Acacia Sword from her side and hung the wine gourd back on her waist:
"I'm going for a walk."
"oh."
"Pangpang, let's go."
"grumble?!"
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Phew~
The cold wind blew up the wine flags outside the stables. Some poor scholars who had no money to go to Longyin sat around the table in the small wine shop on the back street, with a chessboard in front of them. From time to time, someone ran out of the back alley and came to report.
:
"Prince Jing fell to thirty-six, Miss Hua fell to seventy-two..."
Ta da~
The scholars gathered around the chessboard quickly put up the black and white, and then started a lively discussion. Although the speed of obtaining the game information was half a beat slower than in the building, fortunately, there was no need to pay a penny, and the people in the wine shop were happy with it.
in.
Because the move was too slow, there was no shortage of people discussing the couplets in the Goulan Restaurant. Although the talents of Prince Jing and the talented ladies of Yanjing astonished everyone present, most people still focused on the conversation about the couplets.
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"The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for spring but they are not willing to fall... This poem is definitely the work of everyone. I have been living in poverty for ten years, but I have never heard it. Which book did Duke Ye read it...'
"The Duke of Ye Kingdom is said to be the prince of the Northwest Royal Court. The Northwest Royal Court was a prosperous dynasty that existed side by side with the north and south a hundred years ago. Now that the country has been destroyed, it is not surprising that some masterpieces have not been handed down to the world..."
"Speaking of which, if Duke Ye enters the palace as his queen and gives birth to a prince to inherit the throne, will the tribes of the Western Sea become the legitimate ancestral foundation of our Wei Dynasty?"
"Hey, it's true...but I don't dare to say this nonsense..."
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And in the distance, outside a small brothel in the back street.
Hua Ling, who was wearing a green robe, walked out of the door slowly, put on a bamboo hat, glanced towards the west city, and then looked at the Longyin Tower not far away.
Shen Lin sent people to urge him two or three times today, but Hua Ling didn't pay attention and just thought about advance and retreat in the brothel.
The old man in the early morning was right, Ye Jingtang was a person favored by God. With good luck, Duan Shengji, Sima Yue and others all learned from the past. It would be a serious act for him to kill such a person.
But after thinking for a long time, Hua Ling threw these words away.
After all, he is a martial artist.
Hua Ling was only thirty-three years old, without the guidance of a famous teacher, without the Minglong Diao Tianlang Pearl, and without seeking help from that powerful uncle in Yanjing City, he was walking alone across the world, relying on the pride in his heart to fight
He has reached the position of being the first person among the Four Saints!
Today he took a step back and chose to protect himself wisely, and the anger in his heart disappeared.
Ye Jingtang is very powerful. In just over half a year, he has reached a level where everyone in the Northern and Southern Dynasties is afraid of him. If he takes action, he may not be able to get out of Yun'an alive.
But so what?
You can't beat it now, and it will be even more so ten years from now.
Wu Wu Er, if he is not the one who climbs Yangshan to challenge Fengguan City ten years later and takes back the golden signboard of "No. 1 in the World", then what's the point of living like a zombie?
Hua Ling is a prodigal son with no father, no mother, no relatives, and no friends. Life is not worth mentioning to him. He just wants to live as gorgeously as a flower, and then die at the most gorgeous moment in his life.
Just like an eagle rushing straight into the Nine Heavens Thunder Pond, even if his body is about to be shattered into pieces and turned into feathers all over the sky, he still has to see with his own eyes how many feet high the sky is and how many feet thick the ground is!
For this reason, Hua Ling still came, but he did not go to Xicheng Port.
Hua Ling knew the abilities of Shen Lin and others, and was not worthy of fighting against Ye Jingtang, let alone being with Hua Ling. Even if he was in front of him, he would first watch those people die before coming forward, so as not to get in the way.
Originally, Hua Ling was planning to wait for a fight to break out outside the city before rushing over.
But I never expected to hear it from the window. Ye Jingtang arrived at the Longyin Tower not far away and recited a plum blossom poem.
Poetry is good poetry, but it only applies to literati. It doesn't make sense to apply it to warriors. After all, there is no second in martial arts. No matter how good each is, there must be a difference.
Hua Ling walked through the windy and snowy backstreet and came to the back of Longyin Tower. She didn't rush in directly. She just crossed her arms and leaned against the wall outside the restaurant, listening to the subtle noise in Longyin Tower and thinking.
Find the location of the Night Terror Hall, or be found by the Night Terror Hall.
As a result, there was no trace of Night Terror Hall, but a figure walked out from a side alley.
The figure was a woman, white as jade as snow, wearing a curtain hat, holding an acacia sword in her left hand. After glancing at the back street, she set her sights on him.
Hua Ling did not avoid it, but just said casually:
"If I don't want to kill a woman, I'll bother Nuxia Lu to ask the rightful owner to come over."
Although Master Xuanji had never seen Hua Ling, when she saw the charlatan leaning outside the wine shop, she understood who this person was. She raised her hand and gestured to Tianjie on the west side:
"It's spacious outside, go over there and fight, and I'll let you rest in peace afterward."
Ordinary martial arts warriors really hope to leave their bodies intact and buried for peace after death. If the government does not behead their heads and impose hangings, it can be regarded as a lenient sentence.
Although Hua Ling didn't care about this, fighting in Tianjie was indeed more relaxing than Goulan Alley. He walked straight to the back street exit:
"Why don't you go fight in the Taihua Palace? If the empress can give you face, I can give you three moves."
Master Xuanji kept a distance, walked leisurely in the back streets, and said:
"Fengguancheng has a request, and the Holy Emperor may be able to grant it. I'm afraid you will have to practice for another thirty years."
"I only need ten years, but Nightmare will not last that long, so I'm here. He didn't show his head and let a woman come out to block it, which really ruins the fun."
"He is also a prodigal son who loves beauty like crazy. If you can force him out, it's all up to you."
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After a few chats, the two of them had already reached Tianjie, thirty feet away from each other.
Tianjie is located on the central axis of Yun'an City. It is 150 meters wide and eight miles long. During no court meetings and major festivals, the street is not closed and people can walk freely. At a glance, the vast Tianjie is full of people enjoying the snow.
Tourists and carriages.
Hua Ling walked to the middle of the street, flipped her wrist and slid out the iron fan, spreading it beside her.
Snapped--
There was a sudden explosion in the wind and snow, and the wind and snow above the sky street seemed to freeze.
Countless pedestrians walking on the street stopped and turned around, while the Imperial Guards patrolling the street sounded the gong when they noticed something was wrong, and all rushed this way.
"Dang Dang Dang——"
When the people heard the warning, they began to run quickly to the streets on both sides to avoid it. However, in an instant, the crowded sky street separated from the left and right, leaving only two distant silhouettes of people facing each other and the city full of snow.
Master Xuanji knew that in the face of Wu Kui-level thieves, a small group of forbidden troops was meaningless, and a large group of soldiers and horses could not catch up. All he could do was to defend the city, so he spoke clearly:
"Back off."
The Imperial Guards who were running past saw the white dress on Tian Street and recognized the emperor's master. They did not run over to seek death. They all rushed outside Chengtian Gate and quickly formed a formation with heavy shields.
crossbow.
People in the surrounding neighborhoods also noticed something strange. People ran out of major famous buildings. Even the Longyin Building in the distance opened its windows facing the street.
Hua Ling held an iron fan in her hand, her bamboo hat was slightly lowered and only her chin with a beard could be seen. After the idlers had dispersed, she spoke:
"I have spent half my life as Hua Ling. If I could die at the hands of a woman in Longcheng Tianjie, I would have no regrets in this life. But it's a pity that Lu Nuxia doesn't have the ability. If she takes action, there will be no room for regrets."
Master Xuanji knew that Hua Ling was very strong. It was difficult for a knight-errant without any sect to stand out. Even if he was a master, his foundation, financial resources, and even martial arts inheritance could not compete with the regular army sent by a wealthy family.
But if you can break into Wukui, the situation is completely different.
Practicing martial arts requires a lot of people's basic knowledge. Let's not talk about weapons, building a foundation, finding a good doctor, etc. A bottle of good wound medicine costs tens or hundreds of taels of silver, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people in the world.
People who can enter Wukui as a ranger usually have two characteristics - they are flawless, at least before they join Wukui, there are no natural bottlenecks; secondly, they have a smooth journey and no obstacles that they can't overcome.
After all, the ranger can't ask his master to intercede.
The former is a talent. If you join a famous and decent family, you will only go higher.
The latter is ability. Because the world is unpredictable, these people must follow a variety of methods. They have no shortcomings in everything from communication skills to the arts they have learned, so that they can cope with any sudden changes.
With impeccable talent and omnipotence, he would be considered a half-step martial arts saint in Wukui. For this reason, once Jianghu Rangers enter Wukui, they will usually be ranked among the top three.
In the past, Long Zhengqing was the number one leader among the Eight Chiefs of the Wei Dynasty. Later, Fengguancheng personally commented that Pingtian Cult Master Yamashita was invincible, and he fell to second place.
Master Xuanji doesn't know who is stronger between Hua Ling and Long Zhengqing, but the pressure against her should not be too great.
After all, she is still on the road of dabbling in hundreds of schools, and has not yet returned to her original nature. She is not afraid of Wu Kui like Duan Shengji who can forcefully show off her face, but she will not have any advantage when meeting her peers.
Master Xuanji did not underestimate the enemy, but his tone was still full of pride:
"The atmosphere has reached this point. If you want to die at the hands of a woman from beginning to end, I will naturally do what you want."
"hehe……"
Above the sky street, a hearty laughter sounded, followed by a strong wind!
call--
Holding a two-foot iron fan in one hand, Hua Ling is like holding a half-full moon in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the wind and snow in the street are driven up. The snow on the ground is also rolled up, turning into a white surge, pressing towards the small figure in front.
At the same time, it also covered Hua Ling's figure.
The flowers fly and the leaves fall, the prodigal son arrives, and the wind blows and touches the golden feathers!
Master Xuanji flew back and pulled back. From the swirling snowflakes in front of his eyes, a bit of golden light suddenly shot out. Without making any sound, he arrived in front of him at the terrifying speed of an electric spark.
Choking——
Ding~
Master Xuanji unsheathed the Acacia sword in his hand and chopped up the golden beans that struck directly between his eyebrows. Sparks exploded in the flying snow, but he did not see the Qingyi Jianghu guest who followed.
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Xuanji's eyes were slightly focused, and she didn't even raise her head. She was already pressing down, sliding towards the back of the street like a shuttle.
brush……
At the same moment, Hua Ling, who was at the top, swept across the air with an iron fan. The terrifying power had not yet come, and the curtain had already been blown away.
Boom——
On the loess ground of Tianjie, a groove was drawn out by the iron fan. From the sky, it looked like a straight sword mark several feet long.
Xuanji's face was like frost and snow, and she slid away from the ground. At the same time, she pointed her right hand forward, and the acacia sword turned into a soft gun, dragging the white water sleeve and stabbing out.
Hua Ling landed on the edge of the groove with her feet, turned sideways to face Master Xuanji, and blocked with the iron fan in her hand.
There was only a crisp sound of "ding", and the sharp acacia sword passed through the gap of the iron fan, but before it hit the neck, the iron fan had already closed.
Crack!
Hua Ling clamped the acacia sword with an iron fan, pulled it to her side, and slapped it out with her palm at the same time.
Xuanji, the real person, struck with both hands at the same time. The moment the Acacia sword struck the iron fan, the water sleeve of his left hand rushed out like a white dragon spitting mist and hit Hua Ling's palm.
Bang——
Although it was just a soft water sleeve, it was like a soft whip in the hands of Master Xuanji. The whip slightly hit Hua Ling's palm, and two vast energy burst out from it, instantly breaking the straight water sleeve on the right side and shattering Hua Ling's left sleeve robe.
Tear--
When Master Xuanji saw this, he immediately pulled away, raised his hands back, and used his energy to drive the wind and snow, and then pulled out both water sleeves forward at the same time.
Snapped--
The two water sleeves were stretched straight in the air, like two heavy punches hitting Hua Ling's chest and abdomen.
Hua Ling unfolded the iron fan again and held the fan with his left hand to block. Amidst the muffled sound, the whole person moved several feet sideways.
Master Xuanji wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but the moment he pulled back his sleeves, he saw the iron fan in Hua Ling's hand closing and then swinging it aside.
Wow——
With a crisp sound, the eighteen fan bones turned into a chain of iron whips connected end to end. They spread out to a length of more than three feet, like an iron snake emerging from the hand, following Shui Xiu in the blink of an eye before arriving in front of him.
?!
Xuanji's pupils narrowed slightly, and she immediately turned sideways, using her fingertips to flick the sharp blade that was piercing her throat.
Ding~
The iron fan in Hua Ling's hand was extremely powerful, and the tip of the bullet was slightly deflected, and it grazed Xuanji's left shoulder, leaving a bloody trace.
Cha——
Hua Ling took advantage of the situation and shook her right hand violently, and the iron fan that was thrown out was like a slender soft sword, bringing up a wave of waves and slashing sideways.
Immediately, Master Xuanji flew back and slid back, trying to spin and pull.
But also at this time!
call out--
A shrill scream came from the sky!
The turmoil on Tianjie has already shocked half of the city. The people of the Forbidden Army and even the Dongfang Liren who were playing chess in Longyin Tower have all hurriedly got up and flew to the roof.
Before the screams arrived, tens of thousands of people around Tianjie saw a black line appear in the wind and snow.
The black line penetrated the boundless wind and snow, bringing out a whirlpool, and in an instant it crossed the sky street. When the sound came, it was like a black thunder striking down.
Boom——
The street between the two men was instantly cut off by a layer of dust, and the flying dust forced the two men away from each other.
Hua Ling folded her fan back and looked through the dust in the sky, only to see a black spear stuck in the pit in front of her.
The gun was nine feet and three inches long, and was completely black. The head of the gun had already sunk into the ground, leaving only half of the gun shaft inserted in the center of the pit, making a buzzing sound.
Buzz buzz~
Countless warriors who were watching around looked at the spear on the street in astonishment, wondering where this thing came from.
Hua Ling raised her eyes and looked at Feng Xue who had been pierced by the spear.
Before everyone onlookers around Tianjie could figure out where the spear came from, they suddenly spotted a black shadow falling from the sky at an even more incredible speed and hitting Master Xuanji directly.
Boom!
The sound of landing was so loud that it dispersed the surrounding wind, snow and dust mist, and an open space of several feet in radius was instantly cleared on the street.
When the black shadow fell to the ground and stopped suddenly, the onlookers could clearly see that there was a person following closely behind the gun!
The figure is dressed in a black brocade robe, with his legs sliding open, his right hand resting on the ground, and his left hand holding the handle of the knife behind his waist. The whole figure looks like a crouching dragon and a tiger.
Those sharp eyes stared at the green-robed Jianghu guest in front of him, just like the cold-faced Yama staring at the lonely ghost.
And the windy and snowy Tianjie also fell into deathly silence at this moment, and a murderous aura rose into the sky!