On the fifth floor of the library of Wendao Academy, Zhong Wen and Zhu Cong, one used the "Luoying Sword Technique" and the other used the "Yugong Sword Technique". The two rolled over and over, and in the blink of an eye they were fighting for more than fifty times. trick.
With the constant sound of gold and iron clashing, Zhu Cong gradually felt that something was fishy.
His swordsmanship is famous for its agility and unpredictability, but Zhong Wen's sword moves are extremely slow, like a turtle crawling. Normally, the two swords will never touch each other.
However, the "dinging" sound seemed to turn into a palm, constantly slapping Zhu Cong's cheek, telling him a cruel fact.
Even if he cheats PLUS, he still can't beat Zhong Wen.
This young man in white is actually very aware of the flaws in his swordsmanship, and no matter how many shadows he creates, they cannot hide them from his eyes.
Could it be that...he also learned the "Luoying Sword Technique"?
An astonishing thought flashed through Zhu Cong's mind. Before he could think about it, Zhong Wen suddenly took a step forward with a "ding" sound.
Zhu Cong's heart trembled, and he involuntarily took a step back. The long sword in his hand was as fast as the wind, stabbing all the vital points on Zhong Wen's body.
"Ding!"
The long sword in Zhong Wen's hand was still on the defensive, blocking the path of Zhu Cong's sword move in advance, but he took another step forward.
If Shangguan Junyi were here, he would definitely be able to see that Zhong Wen's move was exactly imitating the strategy adopted by Prince Wu Li Qing during the decisive battle with Xiao Wenjian.
Use defense as offense and advance step by step.
"Ding!"
Zhu Cong couldn't retreat in time, and the two swords collided hard. He felt a huge force coming from him. His hand trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the sword. He hurriedly took two steps back, and used the force of retreat to release Zhong Wenjian. The strength on top.
He really knows my swordsmanship well!
Zhu Cong no longer had any doubts, knowing that the opponent could not only see through his own swordsmanship, but also skillfully capture the weak points of his own moves. Every time the two swords intersected, he accurately hit his weakest point with the strongest click. This forced him to retreat again and again.
"Ding!"
After another collision, Zhu Cong was finally forced to the stairs. If he took another step back, even if he left the fifth floor, this competition would end in failure.
No matter what, you can’t lose three games in a row!
There was a cold light in Zhu Cong's eyes, he raised the sword in his right hand and stabbed with "swish", his left sleeve was slightly raised, and a colorless and invisible fragrance came out of the sleeve and floated towards Zhong Wen's mouth and nose.
Zhong Wen felt a sweet fragrance coming to his nose, and his head felt slightly dizzy. Before he could react, the "One Qi Immortality Secret" in his body started to work on its own, and the strange feeling was quickly dissipated.
Invulnerability to a hundred poisons is one of the valuable special effects of this method passed down from the lineage of Medicine King Gu.
What a despicable person!
Zhong Wen's eyes widened, his heart was on fire, and he struck Zhu Cong hard with the long sword in his hand.
How could it be okay?
Zhu Cong even used the method of pressing the bottom of the box. He thought that everyone's view was blocked by Zhong Wen's body, so he could use the incense to seduce him. The incense he shot was very small, and it would not hurt his life. Even if he was investigated afterwards, When he got up, Zhong Wen couldn't find any evidence.
Unexpectedly, this young man was possessed by the incense, but his eyes flickered slightly, but the strength in his hands increased instead of decreasing.
Zhu Cong was too distracted to dodge, and the two swords intersected again. With a loud "ding" sound, he couldn't hold the long sword in his hand and flew backwards, falling directly downstairs along the stairs.
He felt dejected, and was about to admit defeat, but unexpectedly, the attack from the other side continued, and he raised his hand and struck out with another sword, striking hard at the top of his head.
Zhu Cong was shocked and turned pale. He jumped up quickly, bursting out with spiritual power at the level of a heavenly wheel. He floated two feet back and jumped to the next floor along the stairs before standing still.
Zhong Wen took back his sword and looked down at him with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "You lost."
"I lost." Zhu Cong muttered to himself, his face pale and his eyes dull. It was difficult to accept this cruel reality for a while.
"Brother Zhong!"
Just as Zhong Wen was about to say something sarcastic, an extremely pleasant female voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Turning his head, what caught his eye was an exquisitely beautiful face, with skin as smooth as cream and eyes like autumn water. There was a faint blush on his fair cheeks, and his eyes were full of surprise. It was someone he hadn't seen for a long time.
His fairy sister Ning Jie.
"Sister Ning."
Seeing this face full of intellectual beauty, every moment of getting along on Qingfeng Mountain came to mind. Zhong Wen felt that this strange Wen Dao Academy suddenly became friendly. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his face was filled with incomparable brilliance.
Smile, "I'm here to see you."
"What took you so long?" Ning Jie pursed her lips and smiled, and the whole library seemed to become a little brighter.
"Damn it, I'm not blind, am I? Mr. Ning actually smiled at him!"
"Little Master Ning's smile is so beautiful, even more beautiful than a fairy!"
"Master Ning has always been polite to men. Who is this young man?"
"Could it be that when we hear that the palace flowers of Dao Academy are about to be taken away?"
"No, it's absolutely not allowed! I want to fight him!"
"Do you think you are better than Scholar Zhu?"
"...I'm going to draw a circle and curse him..."
Ran Sujuan's eyes wandered back and forth between Zhong Wen and Ning Jie, who were looking at each other silently. She felt that Ning Jie was so lively and moving, which she had never seen before, and she couldn't help but think about gossip in her heart.
"Let's go to my small courtyard." Ning Jie seemed to have a cold temperament, but was actually simple. She took Zhong Wen's hand directly and said, "I haven't discussed knowledge with you for a long time. Today we hold a candle and talk at night."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around him, and many of Ning Jie's admirers looked at Zhong Wen with murderous intent in their eyes.
"I'll go, Master Ning actually wants to talk to 'Bingzhuye', I'm jealous of him!"
"I suspect you are driving a unicorn carriage, but I have no proof."
"Farewell, my lost youth!"
"Where's the knife? Get my knife quickly!"
"If you kill the guests of the academy here, I'm afraid the saint won't let you go."
"That's right. I don't need to do it myself. I heard that there is a killer organization in the Daqian Empire called 'Wanjinlou'. The price is fair and the children are honest..."
"A descendant of the Holy Land actually wants to hire a secular killer to do his job. Can you be any more depraved?"
Xiaojie was still so outspoken and didn't care about the girl's modesty at all.
Ran Sujuan looked at the commotion around her and couldn't laugh or cry. She and Ning Jie had always been familiar with each other. As soon as she heard the conversation between the two, she knew that the so-called "night talk by candlelight" was probably about discussing divine literature. She saw that Zhong Wen was about to be dragged away by Ning Jie. , quickly followed up: "Xiaojie, do you mind if my sister comes too?"
Ning Jie glanced at her in surprise. In her mind, Ran Sujuan was not that enthusiastic about divine literature.
"Zhong Wen answered the questions on the stone tablet correctly and became a distinguished guest of the Academy." Ran Sujuan blushed, "According to the rules, he needs to be accompanied by me throughout his stay in the Academy."
Accompanying me the whole time? I’m afraid I’m not monitoring the whole thing!
Zhong Wen suddenly understood Ran Sujuan's responsibilities, and felt a little unhappy. Then he thought about it. This beautiful sister would accompany him all the way, wouldn't it mean that he would also have to do it at night...
"Sister is coming. Little sister is eager to welcome you." Ning Jie nodded.
Zhong Wen hurriedly left the library with the two beauties, leaving behind a group of school disciples who were full of envy, jealousy and hatred. If his eyes could be turned into weapons, his back would have been stabbed with countless sharp swords. hole.
"Miss Xiaolan."
Xiaolan, who was cleaning the table, suddenly heard a deep voice coming from behind. She turned around and saw Chu Qiuyang, a divine scholar from Lingxiao Holy Land, standing blankly behind her, looking hesitant and unable to speak.
"What are your instructions from Scholar Chu?" Xiaolan had a very commercial smile on her face.
"What do you call that little brother just now?" Chu Qiuyang hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Is he a disciple of Wen Dao Academy?"
"His name is Zhong Wen." Xiaolan replied truthfully, "He is a distinguished guest of the Academy."
His surname is also Zhong!
Chu Qiuyang's eyes were focused, his expression was uncertain, and he had a lot of thoughts.
And Zhu Cong, who competed with Zhong Wen three times and lost miserably, has long since disappeared.
In the lobby of Xiao Mansion, Xiao Qing and Xiao Qingqing, father and son, stood facing each other.
"Still haven't you seen your future bride?" Xiao Qing asked with a frown.
"No, it's said that the head of the Nangong family is ill. There have been no outsiders in the house for the past two days." Xiao Wuqing shook his head, looking suspicious, "Normally Nangong Jie would never avoid me. Could it be that Nangong Tianxing is really sick?"
"I'm afraid it's not an illness, but an accident." Xiao Qing's voice became colder, "I contacted him just now using the secret method we agreed on, but I didn't get a response. I'm afraid he is in a worrying situation now and can't help himself."
"Is there another way to communicate between father and the head of the Nangong family?" Xiao Qingqing was a little surprised.
"In addition to the Dark Temple, the Nangong Family is one of our most important allies." Xiao Qing nodded slightly, "Naturally, we cannot treat them equally with other forces."
"Since we know that the head of the Nangong family is in trouble, should we..." Xiao Qingqing asked tentatively, "come to the rescue?"
"Of course we must save, but we must not act rashly." Xiao Qing shook his head and whispered, "If it is really the royal family that takes action against Nangong Tianxing, they must have been fully prepared for the rescue. If they attack rashly,
It is very likely that the other party will wait for work and be caught off guard."
"Then what should we do?" Xiao Qingqing believed that he was far less sure of the overall situation than his father, so he humbly asked for advice.
"Don't forget, we still have the trump card of the 'Dark Temple'." Xiao Qing smiled slightly, "No matter how much power Li Jiuye mobilizes, it is impossible to confront the Holy Land head-on. You might as well let other forces cause trouble all over the country.
I will try my best to distract the other party's attention by making some noise, and I will personally arrange the rescue of Nangong Tianxing."
"Father..." Xiao Qingqing hesitated for a moment and then said, "Will our over-reliance on the 'Dark Temple' be detrimental to your future rule of the empire?"
"I'm very pleased that you can think of this." Xiao Qing showed admiration on his face, "I know what the 'Dark Temple' wants and how to satisfy their appetite. There will be no problems for the time being. In the future
Let’s make plans after I ascend the throne.”
"I wish my father will be honored as soon as possible." Xiao Wuqing bowed slightly, then turned and left the lobby.
No matter how powerful the Holy Land is, as long as I can figure out their thoughts, it will eventually be used by me.
Xiao Qing narrowed his eyes and watched his son's figure fading away...