Qingluan quietly walked back to Ning Yan's side, standing quietly, looking at the two figures standing in the field.

I saw the young man in white take a spear from the shelf and handle it with his hand, as if he felt that the weight was not enough. He put it down again and replaced it with a big knife that was shining brightly. The blade is as thick as the mouth of the bowl and the blade is wide. When the tip of the knife hit the ground, a muffled sound could be faintly heard.

And another black-clothed young man with delicate eyebrows and eyes just took a spear out, and waved it a few times casually, causing the young girls around him to scream.

With a gong, the competition officially began.

The young man in white turned his wrist, and the cold light flashed at the person who flew forward with a gun on the opposite side. The person on the other side was menacing, but he was unmoved, and with a few clever steps, he dodged it, and the silver knife drew messy lines on the ground. Then he raised his knife and slashed straight from behind. That person's body method is also very good, taking advantage of the situation to turn his head in the air and bully him again. The spear flew up and down like a silver dragon, and in the blink of an eye, it had collided with the knife three times in a row. Every time it was sparkling, everyone gasped again and again.

The two of them in the competition were still calm, but the onlookers who came down in the first round suddenly found that the blade of the silver knife in the hand of the young man in white had some gaps, and the spear of the young man in black also had slight cracks at some point.

Meng Jue sighed secretly: "Sure enough, he is a hero and a boy." ”

"Does General Meng think he's getting old?" A leisurely voice came from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Prime Minister Wei slowly pacing over, with one hand behind his back and the other hand touching two moustaches.

Meng Jue said with a smile: "The prime minister is not on the stage to watch the competition, why do you want to come down?" ”

I only heard Wei Yan sigh quietly: "The competition is wonderful, how do you know if the play on the stage is not a wonderful show?" ”

"The last general is ignorant, and the prime minister's intentions may as well be clear."

Wei Yan shook his head and smiled: "The general should not care, the less you know, the longer you can live." ”

"Is it related to Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess?"

As he spoke, he heard a burst of lively cheers and applause around him. I saw that the young man in white who had changed a heavy sword on the stage was so powerful that he forced the opponent to take a few steps back. Seeing that he was approaching the out-of-bounds, at the last moment, a neat harrier of the young man in black turned over and returned to the field. The cheers resounded in the sky again.

"Chu Feng's light body kung fu is very good, and his kung fu also belongs to the dexterous school, but his strength is not enough. And the dust night has enough strength but slows down the speed, and the heavy sword has no edge but cannot be deployed, and it is suppressed by Chu Feng everywhere. According to Weichen, although his body is not weak, he has not consumed much after such a long time. Once he shows the slightest flaw, it is the moment of his defeat. I wonder what the eldest princess thinks? Yun Xiu opened his mouth idly, his eyes swept over the battle situation below, but he turned back and looked straight at Ning Yan who was looking up.

"Although this palace doesn't understand martial arts, it can also see the form in this one, and a stick of incense is the end of a strong crossbow for a long time, now it's up to who lasts a little longer." She looked at him, only to see that his purple eyes were full of provocation, and sighed, "Kung Fu is the foundation of steady and steady fighting, and Chu Feng's body style is inevitably a little opportunistic." It's more than enough to deal with ordinary people, and if you meet an opponent like Dusty Night on the battlefield, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue. ”

Yun Xiu snorted coldly and turned his head to watch the competition under the stage. Sure enough, when the chess met the opponent, this game dragged on for too long, and the bodies of the two of them were almost consumed. The sword out of the dust night slowed down, and Chu Feng's figure was not as dexterous and fluttering as it was at the beginning. At the end of a round, they were all sweating profusely.

"You're not done, let's fight!" Suddenly, a girl in a goose yellow shirt jumped out from the field, pinching her waist and glaring at the two people in the field. On his round face, his eyes are bright and his teeth are bright, and his skin is as white as jade, but his appearance is very delicate.

Chu Feng also threw a flattering glance in his busy schedule, but Chenye raised his sword with a cold face. The resentment that had not been able to attack for a long time had gradually calmed down, and he was lucky to meet the sword, but when he bullied in front of him, he made a backhand, and the sword passed under his arm. Chu Feng was caught off guard, and before he had time to dodge, the sword had already fallen on his neck.

Another gong sounded, and the contest ended.

Dusty Night slowly lowered his sword, only to see the young man on the other side wink at him. Then in a flash, the figure had already appeared beside the roaring goose-yellow girl just now, with a flattering look on her face. People didn't appreciate it at all, just stared at the dusty night in the field.

"Who's that girl?" Ning Yan pointed at the girl in the audience with amusement.

"It's a young daughter of Weichen, and she doesn't know how to be polite, it's really embarrassing." One of the people on the stage stood up with a red face.

Ning Yan smiled: "It turned out to be Lord Xing's young daughter, I don't want to be so old." As she spoke, she raised her eyes and glanced at Zheng Yu on the high seat.

"It's the micro-ministers who have no way to discipline them, please forgive the emperor's eldest princess."

"How so? Xing Aiqing's daughter is innocent, I don't know how old she is now? ”

"The little girl is less than twenty-eight flowers."

"Have you ever promised to be married?"

"I have been engaged to the son-in-law of Xu Shilang's family."

"That's a shame." Ning Yan nodded, turned her head and smiled at Zheng Yu, "Your Majesty, this palace has been unwell recently, so I'll go back first." ”

"Sister Huang, I'll send you away."

"No need, the selection of martial arts is related to the country's social affairs and must not be sloppy, the emperor needs to do his best!" Ning Yan bowed, turned around and got off the stage, and Qingluan hurriedly followed.

The April breeze gently brushes the cheeks, and the willow branches sway gracefully and softly. The bees and butterflies are busy in the garden, and the birds in the trees are chirping happily.

Ning Yan's face was pale, she walked extremely fast, her steps were slightly messy, and she almost fell when she walked through the Imperial Garden.

Qingluan had no choice but to help her up and said, "Princess, there is no need to worry, the mountain lord will not be able to leave for a while and a half." ”

"I ...... I just wanted to see him sooner and see if he was okay. ”

Yes, in fact, she has never been so petty, but she is just worried about him alone. All her patience, all her care, all her sincerity was given to that person.

She wanted to ask him, why didn't he tell her and come back, was it not worrying about her? Or are you afraid that she will be bullied by Yun Xiu? But what about his legs? Is it true that there is no hope at all?

She suddenly remembered the sword-wielding woman who broke into the princess's mansion three years ago, cold and withdrawn in the night, just like someone.

She stood in the moonlight, unable to see her face clearly, but her voice was clear and pleasant: "Shizun asked me to come to warn you, stay away from my senior brother." Didn't you hurt him enough? Do you have to wait until he is in the Yellow Spring before you are satisfied? ”

At that time, she was speechless, and the so-called broom star was nothing more than that.

"Master said that he won't let his most proud disciple be destroyed in your hands, so you can do it yourself." Then the figure disappeared into the night.

On that day, she stood quietly in the pavilion for a long time, recalling over and over again the bits and pieces of their meeting over and over again. Until the dew soaked her all over, the night wind blew, and the infinite coolness spread in her heart.

Ordinary people, in the end, are too obsessed. It wasn't until many years later that I heard a Zen saying in a dilapidated temple: love parting, resentment will meet, and returning to the West is nothing. It's just empty eyes, an illusion. It was only then that she was finally relieved.