(PS: After reading this chapter, don't feel dizzy, haha, there is the real truth behind.) ）

I remember that there was an assessment in the academy, and the young master of the Jiang family from the first family of the Shuzi Sect once said that if someone in this world can score zero in the academy's literary examination, then he will definitely have the ability to score a full score.

A person who can successfully avoid all the correct answers to the essay test will know the real answers.

This is, of course, the fallacy that Jiang Manlou, who is famous for scoring zero in the literary examination assessment, has always adhered to in the inner and outer courtyards of the college.

However, although it is a fallacy, it is not without its truth.

Although there is no such character in Jiang Manlou's fallacy in this world, there is a lifelong balance between winning and losing.

That kind of person cultivates the golden mean.

That kind of person is like a drop of water, regarded as a cup in a cup, regarded as a cup in a cup, flying with a waterfall, flowing with the river and sea.

Wang Xiaoer, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, is such a person.

Entering Kunlun to cultivate the sword so far, he has not tasted a single victory or defeat, even if he encounters a figure like Emperor Wuxian who looks down on the Tianjiao of the same generation, he is also at ease, neither humble nor arrogant.

In the Kunlun Sword Pavilion, where the seventy-two peaks are sharp, he is the most obtuse person.

However, it was such a blunt person who made the prince of the Emperor League, who came from the imperial capital, arrogant and free, unable to discuss the sword on the Nine Heavens Peak.

The white-clothed and white-haired emperor stood without tears in his hands, and his face and eyes did not have the heroism and passion when he came.

The raging wind of the sword qi ruffled his white hair and white clothes, and the fighting intent on his body had not subsided, but there was no thought of fighting again in his heart.

For Emperor Wuxi, who has a strong desire to win, the battle with the invincible and undefeated Xiao Wang Senior Brother has been unsuccessful, which really makes him feel a loss of face.

I have to admit that he underestimated the golden mean, and even more underestimated the reflection of the junior brother of Sword Hidden Peak.

From the beginning to the end of this sword discussion, he had never even really seen the rumored invisible Moon Reflecting Sword.

But he knew that the moon had always been in Wang Xiaoer's hands.

Because the sleeves of his white robe had been pierced by sword qi!

Emperor Wuxian looked up at the night sky, looking at the starry sky and the galactic chessboard, and unconsciously pulled the clothes that were torn by the sword qi with his left hand

Sleeve sighed lightly: "It's a pity that the sky is full of stars." ”

Wang Xiaoer's invisible sword is called Yingyue.

The moon that reflects the moon.

There are countless stars tonight, but only the moon is missing, what a pity for the emperor who has no tears for the helpless Xiao Wang's senior brother to cultivate the sword path of the mean.

It's a pity that the saint made a beautiful starry sky!

After the invisible and shadowless sword Yingyue disappeared inch by inch in his hand, Senior Brother Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could no longer feel the strong and even scorching battle intent from Emperor Wuxian when he climbed the mountain before. This shows that this sword debate still ended with no end.

This is the result he would most like to see!

It was not to fulfill the golden mean that was prevalent in the seventy-two peaks of the Sword Pavilion, but that he had no desire for the number of victories and defeats.

The ambition of this life is to inherit the ancestral business of the inn in Tianyong City and carry it forward, and the purpose of Senior Brother Xiao Wang to enter the Sword Pavilion to learn swords is very simple, not to mention the demon defense Dao sword three feet and walk chivalrous.

He just didn't want to be bullied by kids his age on the streets of the city.

That's all.

So when Kunlun recruited disciples that year, Wang Xiaoer, who had stolen a little bit of broken silver, signed up with wishful thinking.

If you want to learn a little bit of the ability to keep the inn's old book, it is really not good to know and make friends with so many Sword Pavilion disciples, and in the future, he took over the inn from his father, and fortunately he was blessed by the Sword Pavilion fellow by virtue of this shallow relationship.

Who knew that Wang Xiaoer, who was born with a jade, had a very high understanding, once he learned the sword without a teacher, and he was never defeated in the seventy-two peaks of the sword in the future.

He has no heart to deceive others, and he does not want to be bullied, so he has achieved his reputation as the golden mean from no defeat to no victory.

The revered title of Senior Brother Xiao Wang also followed.

In fact, only he knows that all this is just unintentional planting of willows!

Otherwise, he would not have returned to the mountain gate to serve as a sword attendant of Tianchi out of reluctance to make enemies after Emperor Wuxian came to the door......

Seeing that the emperor had no tears and no entanglement in the heart of fighting again, and there was no intention of holding him accountable, Senior Brother Xiao Wang bowed from afar: "This battle is peaceful!"

This battle is a draw!

Another war is a draw!

Senior Brother Xiao Wang bowed, and looked up at the galaxy with the emperor without tears.

The battle of the saints on the galaxy chessboard has come to an end, but there is no winner or loser. When I looked closely, I found that there was a catastrophe hidden among the officials.

Once triggered, one of the evenly matched players loses the game.

What is the cause of this catastrophe?

No one knows what this doom is!

Even the saints in the two positions can't tell who the person who should be killed by this calamity will be, which may be the mystery of the authorities.

Perhaps, it is also the truth that the saints have stopped waiting for each other at this point.

"What's the truth?" The old man who picked up the stars at the head of the Sword Pavilion remembered the past years, suddenly looked at the stargazing who was sitting opposite, and said for no reason.

If there is anyone in this world who can understand the true meaning of this sentence, I am afraid that it is the stargazing old man who sits and argues with him in Kunlun.

The stargazing old man stared at the star picker and said, "The truth is that she has never appeared since she entered this star picking pavilion!

The old star-picking man, who was stunned by the memories of the past, shook his head.

His expression became a little cold: "I wasn't the one who killed her. It's you, brother!"

Brother!

The old man who picks the stars is actually calling the old brother of the stargazing old man!

Could it be that the head of the Sword Pavilion who has cultivated to be a saint is the Xinghe game, and his mind is confused and he begins to talk nonsense?

No one would believe in this possibility, not even the stargazers who were called their brothers.

This 'senior brother' echoed in the Star Picking Pavilion for a long time, like a memory picture that could not be erased thousands of years ago.

The stargazing old man Yi Xingchuan looked frosty.

He looked at the star-picking old man for a long time and did not speak.

The most strange thing is that the old Tao Yi Xingchuan did not argue with this abrupt title of senior brother!

"There were two disciples in the Sword Pavilion that year, entropy was the reason for the sword, and enthalpy was for the sake of love. Who is this entropy, and who is the enthalpy, can Senior Brother still be able to discern clearly?" the head of the Sword Pavilion continued.

"When the master named you and me, he once said that the chaotic one is entropy, and the calm one is enthalpy. The old Tao Yi Xingchuan said.

"A good chaotic person is entropy, and a calm person is enthalpy.

In the past, there were two disciples in the Sword Pavilion, the calm one was the brother, and the chaotic one was the younger brother.

The calm are mediocre, and the chaotic are spiritual.

In that discussion of the sword, the talented junior brother let the sword and unfortunately lost to the hard-working senior brother. You said that among the two disciples of the Sword Pavilion, who was the first person to go down the mountain to practice?" said the old man who picked up the stars with a questioning look.

"Naturally, he is a down-to-earth and diligent practitioner of kendo!" said the stargazing old man.

"The calm one is the enthalpy! The calm one is the brother! I, the senior brother who has been separated for a thousand years, can I call the wrong one?" The star-picking old man's gaze became more and more fierce.

He looked at the stargazing old man with an indifferent expression: "The first person to go down the mountain and meet Qingluan is you!"

"The person who promised the master to take over the Sword Pavilion is also you!"

"After Hongluan left me, the person who broke into the Kunlun Mountain Stargazing Pavilion to ask to see was also you!"

"And you killed her with your own hands......"