The Longyin Pavilion is bustling, and on the stage of the martial arts performance of Nuoda, the master of ceremonies is in the interval between the two competitions, mobilizing the emotions of the guests on the floor, and at the same time giving many distinguished guests the time to bet:

"In the past three days, Longyin Pavilion has fought forty-two games in a row, and the four young heroes have come to this point with a complete victory, which is not easy. According to the rules, the top three can ask for a sword in the Dragon Yin Pavilion today......"

Xu Buling took Zhu Manzhi to the side door at the back of the Longyin Pavilion for nobles to enter and exit, and sat on the top floor of the main building in the middle of the house under the courtesy of the owner of the Longyin Pavilion, waiting for the challenger to appear.

The golden plaque of 'Qingkui' was also carried over, hanging on the highest part of the Dragon Yin Pavilion, tied with red flowers, and three swords and a painting box were placed on the table below. Because it is a plaque written by the Son of Heaven, there are two teams of wolf guards next to it to guard to avoid mistakes.

Most of the guests present today are here to watch the martial arts competition, but there is also no shortage of scholars and young ladies mixed in, because after the fight, Xu Danqing's first painting will appear in the world, which is something that no matter how martial arts care, even the big Confucians in the city have come to a few, looking forward to it on the side.

Xu Buling sits on the terrace on the top floor of the main building, with a beaded curtain hanging in front of him, which can overlook the whole stadium, but he can't see it below, which can be said to be an excellent stand. Longyin Pavilion also sent two top singers from Yingchun Building to come over to play the song, but Xu Buling didn't want it.

Zhu Manzhi was still the first time to come here, walked around the wide room a few times, ran to the terrace again, looked up cautiously, and quickly shrank back, a little excited:

"Gongzi Xu, I have made it clear in the past few days, among the people who came to rob your signboard this time, only Situ Huyu and Tang Jiu'er are more powerful, they are all defeated by your subordinates, Gongzi don't worry."

Xu Buling leaned on a luxuriously decorated chair, put his sword on the sword platform, raised his hand and patted the seat next to him:

"It's just going through the motions, I'm worried about something, come and sit down."

Zhu Manzhi grinned, walked to a very wide chair and sat down, leaning on Xu Buling's posture, his calves hanging in the air, embroidered shoes swaying, staring intently at the audience.

Offstage is Situ Huyu's 28th Road serial knife abuse, which is naturally shocking to other young people, and to Xu Buling, it is really no different from a child's fight.

After sitting for a while, Xu Buling moved his gaze to the little girl beside him, looked up and down a few times, and then ......

Zhu Manzhi was engrossed, looking at the ring below, when suddenly his little eyebrows furrowed, and he felt a big hand on his leg.

？！

Zhu Manzhi suddenly came back to his senses, and quietly lowered his head to glance - his hand was on the hem of her skirt, and his fingers were still tapping. Looking sideways, Xu Gongzi's face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were calm, he looked at the ring below, and sometimes shook his head slowly, looking very seriously.

“……”

Zhu Manzhi took a breath lightly, thinking that Xu Buling had used her legs as the armrests of the chair, and hurriedly made an unaware appearance, continuing to stare below, his face slowly reddened, and then retreated, and then reddened, and unconsciously remembered the last time he was in the carriage, Xu Buling, who was unconscious, was unintentionally touched......

Bell –

A gong sounded in the ring.

The fainting warrior was carried down, and Situ Huyu raised his hand and clenched his fists, and walked to the seat under the ring with the nine-ring sword and sat down. From time to time, he looked at the top floor of the main building, with a bit of reverence in his eyes.

The master of ceremonies in a white robe walked into the ring with a white paper fan, looked at the thousands of guests around, and said loudly:

"Congratulations to Situ Huyu of Qianrenmen, Tang Jiu of Youzhou Tang Family, and Yang Song of Iron Wire Boxing Gym for ranking in the top three. Because this competition was held in Chang'an, there must be many young heroes who failed to catch up or just got the news to arrive, if there are those who are not convinced, they can still come to the stage now, and when the gong sounds, the prince of Su will show up, but there will be no chance. ”

The young junjie standing under the ring, most of them were injured, and they would have gone up long ago if they could go up, and they all began to urge the show to start quickly.

On the terrace, Zhu Manzhi, who was red-faced and slightly panting, quietly touched Xu Buling with his elbow:

"Master Xu, it's your turn."

"Oh."

Xu Buling seemed to have just come back to his senses, and naturally withdrew his hand and prepared to get up, but before he got up, he saw that there was really a person in the ring below.

Zhu Manzhi, who was arranging her skirt, was suddenly annoyed, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only sit on the chair honestly and pretend that nothing had happened. But when I looked at the audience carefully, my face was stunned:

"Hey—this scholar ......"

In the eyes of the guests, next to the big ring between the fifth floor, a scholar with a bookcase and a square scarf on his head trotted up the steps and put the bamboo box on his back aside.

The master of ceremonies, who was standing in the middle of the ring, frowned and looked at him, and said:

"This ...... This son, who are you up? ”

The scholar put down the bamboo box and made a scholarly salute to the guests present, smiling kindly: "I went to visit the tutor a few days ago, and I delayed for some time, but I just came over, so I made you wait for a long time." As he spoke, he removed the long strip wrapped in black cloth from the side of the bookcase.

The master of ceremonies really didn't expect that at this time, there would be people running up to beg for a fight, and setting up a fight in public, which meant inviting the world's heroes, and if they dared to come on stage, they naturally couldn't go down. However, the daughter of King Su's son is not good to wait on it for a long time, so he turned his head directly and looked at the seat of Situ and the others:

"This young man also uses a sword, why don't the Ninth Prince come over?"

Tang Jiu, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, still had a little blood scab on his forehead, which was beaten with copper coins by 'Zhu Liu' last time. However, Tang Jiu didn't care about this, the Tang Zhu family was a blood feud, he was able to come out alive under the hands of Sword Saint Zhu Liu, and he only suffered a few skin injuries, which was something worth bragging about.

Seeing someone holding a sword on the stage, Tang Jiu took the sword from the servant and stood up. Playing on this kind of high-profile occasion is an opportunity to increase his fame, and he will definitely not have the courage to show his face to show the majesty of Tang Jiajian.

As the two young swordsmen took the stage, the Dragon Yin Pavilion suddenly fell silent, and many people admired the courage of the scholar, while the doctor on call carried a stretcher by the steps, ready to go up to the first aid at any time.

Bell –

The master of ceremonies rang the gong and stood on the edge of the ring to give way to the occasion.

The Tang family wore a gorgeous costume, looked at the scholar twenty steps away with a sword in his hand, and raised his hand to salute:

"Youzhou Tang family, Tang Jiu."

Then he grabbed the hilt of his sword with his right hand and prepared to attack.

Ever since he was left Yezi for a second, Tang Jiu had already changed his habit of underestimating the enemy, and his eyes were extremely cautious.

The scholar held the cyan long sword, Si Swenwen was like a sour talent, and raised his hand to make a scholarly salute:

"Yuelu Mountain, Mei Qusheng."

“……”

“？？？”

Everyone was at a loss, thinking that the name was a little familiar.

Tang Jiu was holding the long sword, and he was looking at the other party suspiciously......

Sa –

First, the cold light shocked the world, and then the sword rushed to the bullfight.

On the hundred-step platform, the cold light flashed away, and under the sword light, there was a breeze sweeping over the building.

The audience was stunned, and their thoughts were shattered by this sword in an instant.

All kinds of names appeared in this sword, and the guests finally realized who this unattractive scholar on the stage was.

Green bamboo and plum wine, free with qusheng.

A sword moves Chang'an!

Mei Qusheng!

Before Xu Buling won the Qingkui gold plaque, Dayue was recognized as the first person of the young generation!

Plop –

Tang Jiu fell straight to the ground, the long sword that had not yet been drawn fell to the side, and there were more blood marks on the right side of his hair, which was exactly the same as the wound on the left that had healed, and it was exactly the same.

"Wow-"

The audience exclaimed, and the cries of Madame and Miss even suppressed the scolding of the martial artists present.

Mei Qusheng put away his long sword, turned around and raised his hand to Tang Jiu, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead:

"If you offend, you will see blood when the sword is unsheathed, it is the rule of your Tang family."

"Mei Gongzi—"

"Ah~~~"