King Citrus is in a good mood, you have all kinds of musical instruments in the Song Kingdom, and I have a lyre; There are dozens of musicians and dancers in your Song country, and it is enough for me to have Jiang Hou.

After the banquet, the king asked the Song envoy: "If you are full of wine and food, why don't you go back to the palace?"

Without waiting for the Song envoy to answer, King Fang led a group of royal clans to the martial arts field of the palace. Qiaoyu secretly scolded King Fang for being despicable, this courtier, all musicians and dancers, made it clear that he wanted to embarrass the Song Kingdom. Soon she smiled slyly again, and a wink, and one of the musicians stepped out and followed them.

For more than 30 years, the women's sword dances the court foil for the entertainment and enjoyment of the royal family; Male swordsmen practice killing strategies and expand their territory.

Female swordsmen are often recommended by the local girls with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and they are allowed to use a hundred swords with their parents and send them to the palace. The selection of swordsmen is more stringent, selected by the four royal families plus Jiang Hou from their respective fiefdoms, sent to the palace, and allowed two hundred guan, and the elimination rate is quite high.

If the people of Da Mandarin give birth to a daughter, they will be willing to send them to the palace; If you give birth to a boy, you are afraid that the quota will fall on your own head. As soon as you enter the palace, there is no return, whether you are a man or a woman.

"What does the Song envoy think?" King Fang smiled and pointed to the swordsman who practiced the sword, and answered himself, "It looks good." ”

Qiaoyu bowed her head and said nothing, but Gongzi Liu was quite interested, and her eyes lingered.

"Tu, is Qi Jun here?" King Fang asked Fan Di, the palace master of the palace.

"Qi Jun has been in poor health these days." Fan Di returned truthfully. After Jing Qijun returned to the palace, he couldn't get out of his illness, as if he had something on his mind, and he didn't say a word. Yesterday, Qi Jun took the initiative to find him and said that he wanted to learn swords, and he was surprised. Qi Jun also said that the foil cannot kill, and it is necessary to learn the sword that can kill. Fan Di couldn't help but have a headache, the king of the orange had already fallen in love with her, and when she was in time for next year, she would accept her as a concubine.

"I want to learn the sword." Jing Qijun still refuses to forgive.

"King Citrus has ordered, you are not allowed to learn the sword, and I will have to call you Mrs. next year." Fan Di said dotingly.

Jing Qijun is the orphan of his deceased, he regards it as his own, and he has not yet reached the water, and the hibiscus is beautiful and moving, and the king of the orange likes it even more, and he has come to the palace more often. Qi Jun can be the wife of the king of the orange, and he is also sincerely happy.

"I don't want to be a lady, I want to learn a sword." Jing Qijun's face was slightly red, and he said angrily.

"What do you do when you learn a sword? Homicide? Kill whom? I'll kill it for you. Fan Di asked.

"I don't marry the king of the orange, I already have a heart, I want to learn the sword." When Fan Di thought of this, she only thought that she was a girl and was shy, and she didn't take it seriously.

"What does the Song envoy think?" After walking hundreds of steps, it is a martial arts field, and dozens of swordsmen either practice swords, or play swords. The youngest ones are only seven or eight years old, and the oldest has just given birth to green beards.

"Does Childe practice swords?" Uncle Qing arched his hand and asked, "I hope that Gongzi will not hesitate to give advice." ”

Gongzi Liu was embarrassed for a while, he had no interest in martial arts, but he didn't want to be looked down upon, so he had to nod his head.

"I have heard for a long time that Dali has Luoyi School Palace, Song and Qiao have taken advantage of it, and I want to come to the son to learn from a famous teacher." Qi Zi also said.

Song envoy walked out of a person, it was the musician, he arched his hand and said: "Childe's swordsmanship is superhuman, his status is noble, how can he play sword with Xuan?"

"Who are you?" Ri Qin Boxian said angrily.

"Nobody, Great Song musician, inferior apprentice of the Academy, Muse," Muse said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The son plays the sword, and the son must also play against the son, how about the Taifu?" ”

Ri Qin Boxian's face is cloudy, the king has two sons and a daughter, the younger son is less than a full moon, the eldest son is only ten years old, and the eldest daughter is even more ten fingers do not touch the spring water, how to play?

"You want to play with a sword? How with me? I am a bachuang, a man in the army. Zhi Guiba was in a hurry, and he couldn't stand the secret words and hidden swords, and pointed to the muse.

"Please," the muse had long been unaccustomed to the arrogant posture of this small country, and went straight into the martial arts, took a bamboo sword, shook it, and changed it to a broad-edged sword, and said, "Do you want to fight in literature or martial arts?" ”

Ba Chuang also took a sword, which was considered to answer him, and the two stopped talking and saw the truth in their hands.

The martial arts swordsman stood respectfully aside, one was to make room for it, and the other was to facilitate observation. King Fang sat on the high platform and asked Jiang Wangshu: "According to Jiang Hou's opinion, which one is stronger and which is weaker?"

Jiang Wangshu knew that Ba Chuang had brute strength, and he had been in the army for many years, and he rarely met opponents, but the details of this muse were unknown, so he replied: "Ba Chuang will not be defeated."

will not be defeated, this answer makes King Fang dissatisfied, after all, Ba Chuang is one of the best martial artists in Da Fang, and only Jiang Hou can defeat him. Song made any musician a random musician, who was one in a million, and it was true that he couldn't hold his face.

"Jiang Hou," King Fang asked worriedly, "this person is very strong?" ”

Jiang Wangshu replied in his chest: "Wang, there are ministers."

The two of them fought together, and the sound of swords reverberated on the war drums, and they rang endlessly; The wind was blowing under their feet, hitting from one end to the other, and back again, stirring up the dust.

The tea in front of King Citrus was cold, and the two were still evenly matched. King Citrus was anxious, but Qiaoyu sat firmly on the high platform, looking like he was winning.

It is worthy of the brute strength of Ba Chuang, a sword slashed, shocked the muse's mouth, and the sword fell half a zhang away. The king of the orange was overjoyed, and Ba Chuang was also overjoyed, and he used the sword as a knife and chopped it down. The muse rolled to dodge, and Ba Chuang slashed at the boulder with a sword, and the bronze sword hummed and almost escaped. The muse rolled and dodged, picking up his sword and stabbing it straight into the belly, blood gushing out. Annoyed, Ba Chuang kicked the muse away, and the muse rolled over and rushed straight over, trying to hurt the killer.

"Vertical Zier dare!" Someone stopped him, and the timid one turned his head away, not daring to look at it again.

The sword that Muse was determined to get did not pierce into it, he only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and the sword fell to the ground, and in confusion, he saw Jiang Wangshu jump up from the stands and kick him. The muse was not in a hurry, and was kicked in the center of the mouth, and the hairband was scattered.

"You won," Jiang Wangshu held Ba Chuang with one hand, took the sword with the other, and said indifferently, "The sword is not a battlefield, don't be aggressive." ”

The muse was distracted, retrieved his sword, and chased after him, and there was another exclamation from the stands.

Jiang Wangshu turned around angrily, slashed away from the muse's sword with a sword, and then put the sword on the muse's neck, and said coldly: "You have already won."

In the stands, Qiaoyu saw that Muse was humiliated, stood up, and shouted: "Jiang Hou, this is just a sword." She didn't say anything more, this is just a sword game, and the two sides of the game can't stop without admitting defeat.

Jiang Wangshu threw out his sword and stabbed it into the stands, the sword body was not halfway in, and he looked at Qiaoyu coldly and said: "I admit defeat for him, if you are not convinced, send someone to play with me, allow you to send all the swordsmen of the Song Kingdom, and allow you to invite all the martial artists of the palace."

Among the onlookers, two people ran out, a mold, and a pair of brothers, surrounding Ba Chuang, one by one.

The eldest son is named Mang, and the second son is called Man. Suddenly, the two of them walked up to the muse and looked at him with cold eyes.

"Live well." Ba Mang said.

"Don't die too soon." Baman said.