"Tang Hao?" Ling Jing's heart moved. He looked at the majestic young prince in front of him and thought, isn't this man the top ten masters in the capital that Oxfam had mentioned to him before?
"It turns out to be the young Marquis, my dear Ling Jing, whom I have admired for a long time." Ling Jing cupped his hands and said with a smile.
"Haha, Brother Ling is a master of swordsmanship. If you have time, how about we have a drink together after everything here is over?" Tang Hao repeated the name "Ling Jing" several times in his mind, but he had no impression at all.
But I became more and more curious about this swordsman who suddenly appeared.
"Definitely." Ling Jing knew in his heart that this man was an incredible master and wanted to prove his martial arts skills with him, so he nodded immediately.
After finishing speaking, Ling Jing retreated to the side of the party that successfully passed the test, leaving Tang Hao standing alone in front of the big iron frame with one shot.
"Tang Hao is about to take action. The Tang family's Overlord Spear is known as the best shot in the capital. Don't miss this good opportunity to observe."
"It is said that the young Marquis's marksmanship is about 70% as good as that of the old Marquis Tang. It should be easy to ring five or six bronze bells, but I don't know if seven bells can ring at the same time."
Tang Hao turned a deaf ear to the comments of others and just looked at the row of bronze bells in front of him. He held the gun in one hand and the tip of the gun was slightly tilted, looking majestic.
"The angry dragon raises its head!"
With a "swipe" sound, Tang Hao turned his right wrist, a cold light flashed on the tip of the gun, pointed upwards, and with a roaring sound, he stabbed forward with the gun.
"Boom!"
The first copper bell shook violently, swinging up and down, as if it was about to fly out of its chains.
The remaining six bronze bells were also struck one after another. It was not until the last large bronze bell, which was as tall as a person, was struck with a loud "ding" that everyone was awakened.
"Seven rings, seven rings again!"
Mu Jianfeng sighed silently. He didn't expect that this bronze bell that had been placed in the family for more than a hundred years and no one could ring it four times would be beaten to seven times twice today.
"Is it true that the talent of the Mu family has withered away?" Mu Jianfeng felt extremely bitter in his heart. He looked at the majestic young man with the silver gun. He then looked at the young man holding the sword who stood calmly on the other side and sighed silently.
"Master Tang Hao has fired seven bronze bells with one shot, and has obtained the qualification to study the martial arts of the Divine Sword Hou. Please step aside and wait for a moment."
"It's incredible. This Tang family's Overlord Spear is really powerful. The young Marquis's shooting skills are as good as those of the old Marquis."
"You're right. I think there will be something good at this year's Yinghua Banquet. Mr. Tang and Yi Xiaolou have always been at odds with each other, and this time there is no doubt that there will be another fight between dragons and tigers."
"Don't forget the sword-wielding young master from before. I said this year's Yinghua Banquet will definitely be much more exciting than the previous years. It's a pity that I am not qualified to be invited by the princess."
"Hey, I have an invitation to the Yinghua Banquet right here. I hope you can read it when the time comes. Haha."
There was a lot of discussion below. Tang Hao turned his head at this time, lowered his gun against his arm, glanced at Chen Qi lightly, and said: "Do you see clearly? This is the gap. Don't always think that you are a person.
Besides the name of Junior Brother Yi Xiaolou, what else is worth mentioning?"
He scoffed with disdain. With a slight glance, he landed in Ling Jing's direction.
"Tang Hao!" Chen Qi gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Hao, with murderous intent in his eyes. He felt that everyone around him couldn't help but look at him with a hint of contempt. This time he was really embarrassed.
"It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to take revenge. Just wait for me!"
"Master Ling, I think you are a bit unfamiliar, but you have just returned to the capital from other places?" After Tang Hao arrived at Ling Jing's side, he put away his weapon and said with a smile.
There were one to two hundred people waiting for the test. After Mu Jianfeng was stunned for a moment, he began to preside over the following matters.
Ling Jing smiled and said, "I'm not from Kyoto, so it's not surprising that the young Marquis doesn't recognize me."
"That's it." Tang Hao nodded, then looked at the eight tall and straight unknown objects in the field, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ling, what do you think is there?"
Ling Jing's heart moved. In fact, he had scanned those eight objects early in the morning, but he didn't know what the black cloth was made of, and even the system couldn't see what was inside. He immediately said: "It's hard to say, these things are
It's a relic left by the capital's top master, Shenjian Hou, more than a hundred years ago, so I'm afraid there are a lot of mysteries about it."
Tang Hao laughed and said: "We will find out later, of course, just wait."
The two of them were chatting on the sidelines, and slowly started to talk about martial arts. The conversation was quite speculative.
On the other side, the young men from wealthy families went up one after another to test, but few of them were able to ring the third bronze bell. At this time, suddenly an elegant-looking young man in a scholar's shirt walked up.
"Little Marquis, students are polite." After the young man stepped forward, he gave Mu Jianfeng a slight salute. He behaved appropriately and had an extraordinary temperament.
"It turns out he is the young master of Xu University's family, please!" Mu Jianfeng smiled and returned the gesture.
"This man is Xu Jun, a scholar from Xu University in the capital. It is said that he has written very good articles and has been praised by the current emperor, but I don't know how his martial arts is." Tang Hao explained to Ling Jing.
Ling Jing nodded and looked at Xu Jun. He saw that this man looked calm and the light in his eyes was restrained. He should not be a mediocre player.
Xu Jun stood ten steps in front of the iron frame. With a flick of his right hand, a one-foot-long iron pen fell out of his sleeve. The body of the pen was as black as ink, and lines of small characters were carved on it.
"The writing technique is astonishing, and the strokes are astonishing!"
Xu Jun waved his right hand, held his left hand behind his back, and started writing out of thin air.
His movements were graceful and unrestrained, with a hint of solemnity unique to Confucian scholars. He waved his right hand continuously, with silver hooks and iron paintings. His energy came out of thin air, and five consecutive big characters composed of true energy blasted towards the bronze bell.
"The pen falls in the storm!"
The five big characters of Zhenqi hit the bronze bell in succession, and almost instantly, everyone heard the sound of the bell.
"Dong dong dong dong dong!"
The bells rang five times in a row! The first five copper bells swayed from side to side, and the amplitude was not small. It was obvious that Xu Jun had absolutely no water in ringing the five copper bells.
"Five rings! What the hell is going on today? Why are the masters from the capital appearing one by one?"
"Yes, isn't it rumored that Xu Jun is just a literary bag? Why is his martial arts so high?"
The eyes below were really dropped. I was so shocked by Xu Jun's superb brushwork and martial arts that I was speechless.
"This..." Mu Jianfeng was really on the verge of tears. This seemingly powerless bachelor could actually ring five bronze bells in one stroke. This was intentional.
Are you here to humiliate the Mu family?
"Ahem, Mr. Xu, please come this way." Mu Jianfeng adjusted his mind and extended his hand to Xu Jun.
Xu Jun nodded in return and walked to the other side.
The remaining people were tested for about half an hour, but in the end, only thirty or forty people passed the test, and the remaining more than 400 people were all eliminated.
The eliminated people were entertained by the people from the Divine Sword Houfu in the village, but Mu Jianfeng smiled at everyone here and said: "The rest of you are all young talents who are qualified to understand the martial arts of the Divine Sword Houfu.
I won’t say any more nonsense here. Someone, come and lift the curtain.”
Eight people stepped forward and pulled off the black cloth from the eight giant objects in the field. Under the sunlight, everyone finally saw clearly what was inside.
"It's a stone tablet!"
Ling Jing's eyes flashed with blue light, and almost instantly, eight giant stone tablets were scanned into his eyes from different angles.
The eight stone tablets are arranged in order according to the Bagua directions. Each of the eight stone tablets facing the site has several seemingly messy, but the more you look at it, the more mysterious the sword marks become. Ling Jing just glanced at it and felt a little dizzy.
dizzy.
"What a weird thing!"
"Dear friends, now you can go to the eight-sided "Wordless Sword Monument" to observe and appreciate it, but the time is limited to today." Mu Jianfeng smiled slightly, turned around, and landed on the open space in the middle of the stone monument, his eyes on
Scanned the eight stone tablets one by one.
Although he has read the things on this stone tablet countless times, today is a rare opportunity to meditate with everyone. Maybe he can understand something through the help of others.
"Master Ling, let's go up too." Tang Hao looked at one of the stone tablets facing him, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, he reminded Ling Jing, and jumped into the field first.
The remaining thirty or so people also jumped in one after another.
At this time, Ling Jing slowly walked towards the empty field surrounded by eight stone monuments. Standing in the field, he saw three or four people stopping to observe alone under each stone monument. In the large open space, there were also the gazes of a few lonely experts.
It shook and swept across several stone tablets in succession, and Chen Qi was one of them.
He didn't care what others did. He looked up at the huge stone tablet in the northeast direction. He saw eight sword marks on the stone tablet. Each sword mark was different in length and depth. It looked a bit messy, and even if it was just one
Within the sword marks, the depths carved into the stone tablets are also somewhat different.
"First let's see what the differences are between the sword marks on the eight stone tablets."
Ling Jing immediately turned on the recording function of the system. Wherever he glanced, the sword marks on the eight stone tablets were scanned and stored in his mind one by one.
His face showed a look of deep thought from time to time, and he saw that the sword marks on the eight stone tablets were all different. If each sword mark was taken out individually and deduced in reverse, the original sword technique could be restored to three or four points.
"No, if it's so simple, why hasn't anyone in the Divine Sword Marquis Mansion mastered the swordsmanship of the Divine Sword Marquis for more than a hundred years?"
Ling Jing felt something was wrong, and after deducing the sixty-four sword techniques on the eight stone tablets one by one, he couldn't help but connect them one by one in his mind.
"The sixty-four sword techniques are engraved on the eight-sided stone tablet, arranged according to the Bagua directions. Could it be the sword moves created based on Fuxi's Bagua? In this way, this is... the eight sword techniques of Gan position!"
Ling Jing's eyes suddenly became introverted, and his body remained motionless. As if he was possessed by a demon, he rehearsed the eight sword techniques on the stone tablet to the south in his mind one by one. (To be continued.)
