Chapter 82: The Wind and Rain of the City Shows the Sword Intent
"How is this going?!"
"My sword!"
.......
Buzz! Buzz!
Suddenly, sword chants rang out one after another, followed by exclamations of surprise.
I saw all the swords in the night market pointing towards the sky, densely packed, forming a sword rain.
The clear and lingering sound seemed to go straight to the heart.
The entire night market became panicked, and everyone looked at the shocking scene in front of them in astonishment.
Then the sound of sword chanting became louder and louder, and all the swords in Yuzhou City seemed to fly out of their scabbards, soaring straight into the sky, turning into a sea of swords in a mighty manner.
The sword light spread vertically and horizontally across the night sky, as if imprinted on the vast starry sky, turning into a vast and majestic scene.
"What...what's going on?" Han Wenxin was stunned when he saw it.
Everyone else present was silent and their brows were furrowed.
An Jing quietly protected Zhao Qingmei behind him, and then pulled Han Wenxin beside him.
"Brother!"
Fawu suddenly whispered.
"Evil is about to break out of the ground."
Fazhi frowned and his tone was extremely serious.
"call out!"
At the next moment, a soaring brilliance emerged from the distant sky.
That ray of light shone across the sky and earth, turning into wisps of sword power.
"Um?!"
An Jing felt the power of the sword, and his heart suddenly shook, as if he had experienced some kind of resonance.
I saw that the sea of swords in the sky seemed to be guided, and there was a roar in the sky, and then the sword intention seemed to be pointing.
Amidst the mighty sword intent, a ray of golden-red light could be vaguely seen.
And the direction pointed by the sword intention was An Jing.
The golden red flashed like a meteor, fleeting, but everyone present felt a strong sense of oppression and suffocation. This feeling disappeared in an instant as the light dissipated.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
Almost instantly, the swords all over the sky fell to the ground.
"what happened?"
"what is going on?"
........
Everyone looked stunned, not knowing what was going on.
"There seemed to be a sword intent guiding me just now..."
Tian Cansou said in astonishment: "If my prediction is correct, I should be looking for something."
The swords of the entire Yuzhou City flew into the sky, and the vast ocean-like sword light was rare to see.
Fazhi said in a deep voice: "The sword's intention is majestic and majestic. It is the object of suppression and sealing, Yesai'a. It must have sensed the opportunity of Qi just now and resonated with it."
"resonance!?"
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, her heart furrowed.
Others didn't know the origin of the sword that suppressed the seal, but she knew very well that the sword seemed to be pointing in the direction just now...
An Jing looked at Han Wenxin with a surprised look on his face, and said in a voiceless voice: "Brother Han, are you a master of swordsmanship!?"
At this time, everyone present looked at Han Wenxin.
The direction that the sword intention pointed just now seemed to be Han Wenxin.
"me...."
Han Wenxin's face was flushed, and his tone was stammering, "Yes... Han has also practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is naturally very proficient in swordsmanship..."
Han Wenxin likes to brag, but he knows in his heart that the bragging needs to be relaxed and relaxed. If it is too much, others will think it is fake... The bragging is too big for him to catch.
"Is this head catcher hiding his clumsiness?!" Tian Cansou frowned when he saw this.
Just now he remembered clearly that the sword intention was pointing in the direction where Han Wenxin was.
Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun looked at Han Wenxin with a hint of suspicion in their eyes.
"The poor monk just guessed. Don't worry, Sir. There are many matters in the temple, so the poor monk left first. If the two donors sincerely worship the Buddha, the poor monk is willing to lead the way."
Fazhi took a deep breath, clasped his hands in front of everyone, and hurried back.
Tian Cansou and Dai Ling saw that they were also following Monk Fazhi.
"Brother Han, what are you going to do?"
An Jing saw that Han Wenxin seemed to be following him, so he grabbed him.
Zhang Zhixing is obviously a master of martial arts, while Han Wenxin is just an ordinary courier leader. Once there is a relationship between the two, Han Wenxin will definitely suffer.
"I......."
Han Wenxin glanced at Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun, laughed dryly, then pulled An Jing aside and said dissatisfied: "Of course I am going to escort Miss Dai to Faxi Temple, you still have to ask?"
An Jing frowned and said, "I think that Miss Dai is like a charlatan. She doesn't need you to give her as a gift. What you do is completely unnecessary. Besides, she may not accept your wishes."
"Brother An, haven't you seen how beautiful that girl Dai is?"
Han Wenxin seemed aggrieved and said: "But since Brother An planted the flower of my younger brother and sister, I also want to try planting it..."
An Jing: "......"
Han Wenxin chuckled and said: "Brother An, you know me. I will not be as stupid as Zhou Xianming. Even if Miss Dai is not good, there are Miss Li and Miss Wang, just like the fish pond you once said
, I want to fill this fish pond with fish..."
Wanting to be Neptune turned out to be a licking dog. Zhou Xianming licked one, but you wanted to lick ten or a hundred...
An Jing thought for a moment and said, "What about Tan Yun? Didn't you say..."
"What Miss Tan said..."
Han Wenxin secretly glanced at Tan Yun in the distance and said with a serious face: "I don't think Miss Tan and I are very suitable."
An Jing glanced at Han Wenxin and couldn't help but feel a little strange. His attitude had changed too obviously in just a few days, right?
"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm leaving first."
After Han Wenxin finished speaking, he couldn't wait to catch up.
.........
"Where is that boy Han Wenxin going?"
Zhao Qingmei looked at Han Wenxin's back and asked.
Tan Yun also had a strange look on his face, as if he was still thinking about the fact that his sword intention was 'pointed' at Han Wenxin just now.
"Go find flowers, don't worry about him."
An Jing shook his head and said, "Let's go buy rouge."
Han Wenxin just wants the small ball to spin the big ball. In layman's terms, it means that the sperm is on the brain.
"Let's go."
Zhao Qingmei smiled softly.
The night market is bustling, crowded with people, and there are several small stalls on both sides of the road.
"Rouge, Feiyanji's Rouge, madam, would you like to see it?" The vendor saw Zhao Qingmei coming over and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted.
Feiyan Ji is very famous in Dayan, and behind it is the Chamber of Commerce in Yujing City. Not many people know exactly who is behind the Chamber of Commerce in Yujing City, but it must be someone in Yujing City.
The big names and big families in Yujing City are not comparable to those in Jiangnan Dao.
Feiyanji's rouge is of high quality and well received. High-end rouge even costs dozens of taels of silver per box, and is mostly used by ladies from aristocratic families and rich ladies.
The rouges displayed on the stalls like this are relatively much cheaper, only costing tens or hundreds of dollars, but the quality is also very good, and they are deeply loved by some women.