Huang Shu observed his words and looks, and naturally saw Yan Xiu'er's eagerness, so he didn't say anything more, quickened his pace, and led the way in front. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I didn't meet too many people along the way, and even if there were, most of them were in a hurry, but even if it was just passing by, Yan Xiu'er could still feel a trace of disdain at the glance.

Yan Xiu'er secretly glanced at Huang Shu, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, but in the end, she stopped talking, it seems that this somewhat annoying guy around her is not welcomed in this sect.

"Here we are." Huang Shu stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand and pointed, not far in front of him was Pinjian Pavilion.

A three-storey building, with a classical style and green tile cornices, hangs a plaque of "Tingjian Pavilion" above the gate. At this time, the vermilion gate was closed, and an old man with gray hair sat casually on the steps, smoking a cigarette pouch, looking like an old peasant.

"My sister is in here?" Yan Xiu'er was not without certainty, because she was not familiar with the rules here, for fear that her recklessness would break the rules of the sect, and it would always be troublesome when the time came, so it was better to ask some things clearly.

"It seems to be her habit, and unsurprisingly, this is the time when she listens to the sword." Huang Shu nodded.

"Can I go in then?"

"Listening to the Sword Pavilion is the important place of my Lushan Sword Sect, and non-elite disciples have no right to enter." Huang Shu stared at the attic and said expressionlessly, you can clearly see the unwillingness and yearning in his eyes.

"Then I'll wait for her." Yan Xiu'er tried his best to calm himself down, although he was eager to see his sister at this time, he also knew that if he accidentally violated the taboo of this Lushan Sword Sect, it would only bring trouble to himself and his sister, and even a disaster.

Huang Shu looked at Yan Xiu'er strangely, and finally couldn't help asking, "Are you really just a teenager?" ”

"Isn't it like?" Yan Xiu'er said strangely.

Huang Shu shook his head, "Among the peers I have seen, there are few people who have such a mature and calm personality. ”

"Oh, what's there to be proud of, the children of the poor are just in charge." Yan Xiu'er smiled bitterly, if he could, he also hoped to be born in a wealthy family and have the love of his parents.

"Can you tell me about your Lushan Sword Sect?" Yan Xiu'er was reluctant to continue on this topic.

"Our Lushan Sword Sect now has more than four hundred and fifty disciples, forty deacons, and ten elders, and above the elders are the main and deputy sect masters. Of course, the disciples are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the ordinary disciples are the most, with more than 300 people, and the usual Xuan Xiu is taught by deacons. Above the ordinary disciples, there are also elite disciples, no more than a hundred people, who are taught by the elders in turn. On top of this, there are core disciples, the so-called core disciples, each of whom is extremely noble, is the personal disciple of the ten elders and the main and deputy sect masters, and now there are only fourteen people, and your sister is one of them, and her master is Hui Yuan, the master of the ten elders. Huang Shu's face was a little embarrassed, just because of his status as an ordinary disciple, it can be seen what his status in the sect is.

"What about that person? Also a core disciple? Yan Xiu'er ignored Huang Shu's embarrassment, and her eyes became sharp.

"Him?" Huang Shu was stunned, but soon understood, "Zhao Mingchuan?" Yes, and among the core disciples, he was even able to rank among the top three. ”

"Since they are both core disciples and naturally have the same talents, why do you force my sister to marry him as a concubine?" Thinking of what happened to her sister, Yan Xiu'er's eyes had become red.

"This ...... This is the above arrangement, I am just an ordinary disciple, how can I inform ...... However, there are some rumors. Although your sister is extremely talented, after all, she started late, and her cultivation is not to mention that she is among the core disciples, even if she is an ordinary disciple, she is not as good as her. And Zhao Mingchuan is not only a core disciple, but his own cultivation has also broken through the realm of Taichu, and he has stepped into Taiyi with half a foot, and his strength is not trivial, not to mention, he also has another identity - the son of Liuyuan County Jiedu. ”

"Ryumoto-gun Festival...... The son? Although Yan Xiu'er gritted her teeth with hatred, her expression still became solemn.

Although, he was only born in a remote mountain village, and he had grown up so far away, and he only came to Lushan this time, but he still knew that the land under his feet was the Liuyuan County of the Izumo Empire.

And what is the position of a county Jiedu, it can be said unceremoniously, that is, the emperor of the soil, in the territory of Liuyuan County, the emperor's will is even far inferior to a sentence of Jiedu.

"But aren't you from the Xuanxiu Sect, do you still want to tie up a worldly festival?" Yan Xiu'er was a little angry.

"Hehe, little brother, it seems that you really don't understand the world. Do you really think that the magnates who can rule a land are just ordinary ordinary people? The water is much deeper than you might think. Huang Shu sighed and stopped his words, whether it is the mundane or the Xuan cultivation world, what is most important is not the nobility and lowliness of the bloodline, but the real power. If those royal nobles in the mortal world are really just gentlemen, why should those hidden Xuanxiu sects give up this great river and mountain.

You know, the occult also has to eat and drink, and the needs of the world* are greater* than those of the mundane.

Yan Xiu'er was speechless, stunned, and seemed to be frightened by this completely subverted information.

"Not to mention anything else, at least in this Izumo Empire, the strongest Xuanxiu sect is the royal family. As for Hongwenyuan and Yang Jiajiangmen, they may not lose to the royal family in terms of heritage, but they are still inferior to the current power. Otherwise, it would not be the royal turn to sit down. "Huang Shu chattered endlessly, and he had the meaning of not being shocked and dying.

When Yan Xiu'er heard this, she might only feel the strength of the imperial family, but Zhanbai was completely different, especially when she heard Hongwen Academy, she was even more shocked, but now the time is not right, it is not good to show up and ask.

At this moment, the vermilion gate of the Listening Sword Pavilion slowly opened, and several figures walked out.

Yan Xiu'er's eyes, which were originally distracted, suddenly lit up, and there was her sister among the people who walked out.

A total of four people walked out of the Sword Pavilion, three men and one woman. The men all wore gray sword robes similar to Huang Shu's, but with different patterns of golden silk threads embroidered on the neckline and cuffs. Especially the man who walked in the middle, the age was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tiger's back and a bee's waist, a tall and well-proportioned figure, quite handsome in appearance, with a shallow smile on his face with outstanding pride, and the gray sword robe on his body was different, and on the position of the left chest, there was an extra dark gold rose embroidery. The woman walking side by side is petite and weak, only to the position of the man's chest next to her, a white dress, the dress is tight, which outlines the curve that the girl has just developed, elegant and sassy, and the heart is also embroidered, which is indeed a beautiful orchid.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Huang, what kind of wind is blowing you here today?" The disciple who walked on the far left saw Huang Shu and couldn't help but laugh strangely, the yin and yang weirdness made it easy for people to hear the mockery and disdain.

"Senior brother, what you said is wrong. The so-called water flows to the lower places, and people go to the higher places, just like we want to become core disciples, those ordinary disciples below, who doesn't want to become elite disciples? The disciple on the far right said.

"Hehe, we're dreaming, but for some people, I'm afraid it's just delusion."

The two sang and harmonized, but they also complemented each other, but the dog's low-eyed appearance was annoying no matter how you looked at it, at least Huang Shu's expression on the opposite side was gloomy to the extreme, his fists were clenched, and the sound of bone joints colliding from time to time sounded. But in the end, I endured it dejectedly and did not have a seizure.

As he said before, strength determines everything, a Xuanxiu sect or family, with strength, can win the country, otherwise, it can only live in a corner and be unknown. This is true of the clans, and so it is with the people.

If you don't have the strength, you can only bow your head, no matter how unwilling you are in your heart, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it into your own stomach.

"You two can do it." At this time, the young man who was walking in the center finally spoke, although it was only a faint word, but it made the two disciples shut up immediately, which showed their master-slave status.

"Hey, who's that, you're in our way." The young man's words were soft and soothing, but in Huang Shu's ears, they were even more stimulating.

Fellow disciples, the other party doesn't even know what their names are, and this humiliation is even more unbearable than the previous ridicule.

"Zhao Shi...... Brother, this little brother next to me is looking for Senior Sister Yan. Huang Shu didn't dare to call the young man a junior brother in the end, although he was a few years earlier than he started.

"Oh?!" The young man raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and looked at Yan Xiu'er, only to see that this young man who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his appearance was quite familiar, and he couldn't help but look at the woman beside him.

At the same time, the girl who had been bowing her head finally raised her head shyly when she heard her name, and naturally saw Yan Xiu'er opposite. The appearance is very immature, the baby fat on the face has not even been taken off, no matter how you look at it, it is only twelve or thirteen years old, but even so, there is already a beautiful embryo, it is foreseeable that over time, when the flower bones are fully blooming, it will definitely be a charming appearance.

"Brother!!! The girl exclaimed in surprise and was about to rush forward, but was unexpectedly grabbed by the man next to her.

"That's my brother...... Please. The girl looked at the man almost pleadingly, her big eyes overflowing with tears.

"Bastard, let go of my sister." Seeing her sister's grievances, Yan Xiu'er couldn't control the anger in her heart anymore, so she pulled out half of the iron sword in her hand, like an angry lion, and pounced directly.

"Presumptuous."

The young man was just a faint look, and naturally there was a thug who came out, and it was the gray-robed disciple on the left.

"Put your fucking eggs." Yan Xiu'er saw a figure suddenly flash in front of her, blocking the way, and without thinking about it, she cast the Liancheng Sword Technique and quickly stabbed out.

One has a heart, one has no intention, one is angry, and the other is caught off guard.

The half-truncated sword in Yan Xiu'er's hand pierced into the disciple's shoulder without any suspense, and blood flashed.

"Ah...... Bastard, I want you dead. The opportunity to slap the sycophant, but in a blink of an eye, he was discouraged, and even injured, which made the disciple extremely angry, and with a flick of his finger on the sword body of the severed sword, the earthy yellow light flashed, and the broken sword was shattered, and at the same time, he flew up and hit Yan Xiu'er's body.

Boom!!!!

The smoke and dust were flying, and Yan Xiu'er was directly smashed several feet away by the huge force.

Ahem!!

Originally, he was injured inward, but at this time, the injury became more and more serious, so that he wanted to get up from the ground several times, but he fell weakly, his chest was suffocated, and a mouthful of blood had spurted out.

"Don't." Seeing her brother being beaten, the girl cried and screamed, "Senior Brother Zhao, please, let my brother go, please." ”

"Hmm." The young man nodded lightly, stopped the gray-robed disciple who was about to come forward to chase and fight, looked at Yan Xiu'er on the ground and said, "If you have a gentleman to intercede for you today, I will forgive you for the crime of disrespect." However, listen well, Jun'er will be a member of my Zhao family. The day you get married, it is the day you give up all your feelings, and in the future, you will have nothing to do with it. Of course, I will give you a large sum of money, and I have the right to repay you for raising your son. ”

"Don't think about it." Yan Xiu'er's eyes were about to split, and she tried her best to squeeze out two words, her eyes full of anger, as if she wanted to burn that hateful man to ashes.