"Since Wen Sheng has an afterlife, then he should take this sacrificial wine," said King Huthi nonchalantly, "but he should bring it out for me to see." ”

Whether the princes believe it or not, whether it is true or not, they can only secretly scold King Song for being despicable, and nod their heads to King Hous.

The king of Song ordered people to go to Wuyi to pick up the descendants of Zichou, beckoned all the princes to drink, and there were even dancing girls and singers singing and dancing. In this game, all the princes are in a bad move, how can they be in the mood to watch singing and dancing, and only drink at the door.

"Today's alliance Luoyi, this wine is very bitter, and there is no food and drink, it is better to play the sword to help the fun, what do you think?" King Huthi drank two cups alone, not very sweet, and asked aloud.

"Since King Houthis has a heart, then the general of the contemptible country is Chun Yu, take Wu Sancheng, and capture King Wu Nai is in Huiji, and he can be taught." King Yue glanced at King Wu and said proudly.

Chun Yu received the order and arched his hand: "I have heard for a long time that Wei Xiuqing is out of the blue, and can be called a saint, such as today, the martial saint is hard to find, and I will come to ask for advice."

Behind King Houthis, Wei Xiu snorted coldly and walked into the field, not looking at Chun Yuzhi. Chun Yuzhi was furious, and without waiting for the order, he drew his sword and stabbed Wei Xiu. Wei Xiu saw the move, but after five moves, a sword shook the heavy sword in Chun Yu's hand, and then another knife, and a good head fell to the ground, so shocked that the princes first hid their faces and did not look at it, and then drank to suppress the shock.

"What does the Son of Heaven think?" King Houthis asked.

He Tianzi's face turned pale and nodded.

Soon the venue was cleaned up, and Chun Yu's corpse and head were thrown out of the field so as not to stain the eyes of the princes. King Yue's face was ugly, King Wu was proud in his heart, and said comfortingly on the surface: "Uncle, there are more than a million warriors in the Yue Kingdom, and there are only ...... Wei Xiu."

King Wu snorted coldly, saying that the sick led people to leave the table, and the first to leave was Wu Guo.

But in half an hour, Wei Xiu beheaded five people in a row, and the princes looked at each other and no longer sent people.

"There are 36 countries in the Luoyi Alliance, and there is no opponent. I have heard for a long time that Song has a martial saint muse, and he wants to be old and decayed, and he doesn't dare to fight, which is boring. Wei Xiu pursed his lips and shouted that he was about to leave.

Suddenly, a man stepped on the wind, drew his sword out of its sheath, and stood fifteen paces away from Wei Xiu. Wei Xiu turned around and asked, "Who are you?" What nationality are you from? And what is the record? ”

"Muse." The muse said no more, drew his sword out of its sheath, and pointed directly at Wei Xiu.

"Muse, son of Miuku? Let you come, don't say that I bully the small. "Wei Xiu doesn't take the muse in his eyes at all, what if he is the son of the Martial Saint? Martial arts, even if he has qualifications, he also needs to accumulate, he Wei Xiu fought with his brother Wei Ling, and he has been crawling and rolling in the sea of corpses and blood for more than 20 years, and he can barely be called a martial saint. On the other hand, although the muse is the son of Miaoku, he is only twenty, where is the confidence.

"You don't deserve it." The muse chuckled.

Wei Xiu was furious, dragged a heavy knife, and galloped over. The muse is holding a green edge, his eyes are sharp, and the wind is blowing under his feet, avoiding without fighting. Although Wei Xiu is irritable, he is not a reckless man, and he does not mess with himself, but tests each other with the muse.

The princes didn't care about drinking with copper stalks, staring at the two people with huge gimmicks, one of them was the younger brother of the martial saint Wei Ling, who could be called the new martial saint; One person is the descendant of Jianling, and after the martial saint Miao suffered, they were all extraordinary.

Finally, the two were no longer tempting, Wei Xiu dragged the knife, the muse held the sword, and the two fought each other, and they parted with one touch, leaving only the sound of gold and iron.

"Okay." King Houthi drank heavily, and seemed to be not happy, holding a pot and drinking bitterly.

Whether the princes understood the sword or not, their faces were full of excitement, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and staggering.

"Good wine."

"How about another drink?"

How the princes were, the two did not pay attention, the muse was like a great enemy, with a sword in both hands, pacing back and forth; Wei Xiu also restrained his contempt and did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

Finally, the two made another move, and Wei Xiu took advantage of the heavy knife and slashed at the muse with ten thousand strokes. The muse rolled to dodge, and fell to his knees on one knee with his sword, slightly embarrassed. The heavy knife is superior, but naturally there is inferiority, Wei Xiu couldn't contain his strength, staggered under his feet, and the muse took advantage of the momentum and slashed it with a sword. Qingfeng came in a hurry mixed with the power of the autumn wind, but was still dodged by Wei Xiu, and only a strand of hair was cut off.

The princes pushed their glasses and changed their glasses before drinking, and said that they were wonderful, and they did not hide the banter on their faces at all. Even if he is a descendant of Jianling, even if he is a new martial saint of Housthis, after all, he is just a chess piece, a chess piece, how can he break through the shackles of chess players and dominate the ups and downs of the world?

"The muse of the tiger is terrifying." Wei Xiu glanced at the shaved sideburns, and held the knife in both hands, making a drag-knife shape.

The Houthis are martial and known to the world. The Martial Saint Wei Ling makes a heavy knife, has the skill of dragging the knife, and is the best at pressing people with power. Since Wei Xiu is Wei Ling's younger brother, he naturally also got the true inheritance of the knife dragging technique, but he didn't know how much style Wei Ling had.

Wei Xiu also dragged the knife before, but it was just an ordinary knife technique, and he only used his strength to defeat the enemy, which couldn't help but make people doubt the water of his new martial saint. Looking at it again at this time, Wei Xiu's figure sank and merged with the knife. The bow waist is like an old cat, the knife is like a claw, and the old cat catches a mouse, killing the enemy with one blow.

The muse is naturally not a mouse, the sword tomb is a sword, and the death is a tomb. If the Houthis use the sword as the bone, then the sword tomb is the sword as the soul. Three-foot green edge, sword roaring; Dressed in a green robe, his clothes fluttering.

Martial saint is originally a martial artist, but he is different from a martial artist. No matter how martial arts are, he is just a mortal fetus, and there is no "potential" after all. It is rumored that the martial arts practice is to the extreme, and the mortal fetus is promoted to the holy body, and one move and one style contain "potential". However, how many martial saints are there in the world? Martial saint fights are even rarer.

There have only been two recent martial saint fights, one was the battle between the hidden dragon Fubai and the Houthi Wei Ling ten years ago, and Wei Ling died; Then when Fubai was not born, the Houssei went on a crusade to the east, the Song Kingdom was in the west, and the Muse of Jianling and the Muse of Husé Weiling fought in Yangguan, and the muse was half a step ahead.

The momentum of the two people in the field rose sharply, and Wei Xiu's momentum, like a wolf and a jackal, showed domineering and aggressiveness, occupying eight or nine out of ten in the field; The momentum of the muse, but it appeared half a meter beside him, resisting the momentum of Wei Xiu.

It was already the beginning of winter, and Luoyi was cold early, and the princes only felt that their mouths were dry and the cold was gone. Hold the lamp in your hand, if you have a thousand jun.

"Muse, my brother fought with your father in Yangguan and lost half a move. Now that you have not yet become a climate, it is easy for me to kill you. Wei Xiu dragged the knife and pressed step by step.

"If my father can defeat your brother, I can also defeat you." Facing the momentum brought by Wei Xiu, Muse frowned, his feet sank into the ground for more than half an inch, and he stood with a knife.

"My Wei Xiu has been on a ten-year expedition and has become holy in the sea of blood, how can you be compared to a hairy boy." Wei Xiu dragged his knife and slashed down heavily, and the muse was like a deep bath, unable to dodge, so he had to raise his sword to resist. Three-foot Qingfeng, how can he resist a hundred-pound knife.

The gold and iron are staggered, and the green edge is broken into two. The heavy knife pressed again, and the green robe shattered to the ground, revealing the cold clothes. The winter clothes were broken again, and the blood was oozing out. This knife, from the shoulder, to the waist and abdomen.

"Wei Xiu, you dare." King Song was angry, and the case was shot, and Song General Tian Tian drew his knife and pointed directly at King Houthis.

King Houthi's eyes were full of anger and he was coerced by others, so he had to shout: "The guards have mercy."

"Okay." Someone clapped their hands in the distance, and when everyone looked at it, the person's face was like a crown of jade, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

King Song asked, "Why is the King of Chu late?"

That person was the King of Chu, and there were only two people behind him, and there were no more attendants. The king of Chu knelt down to bow to the son of Hetian, got up and replied: "The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, since the lonely king has arrived, it will not be too late."

The king of Chu sat down, sitting in the third column on the right, and above it were Husai and Song. The king of Chu looked at the tense Song and Husai, and asked with a smile: "The Son of Heaven is above, why are the two pillars so rude?"

King Song ordered Tian Tian to collect the knife, and Wei Xiu also collected the knife, still standing in the field, and the muse did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"The Son of Heaven is above," the king of Chu said, "why don't you play music and dance, but dance with swords and swords?" ”

The princes did not speak, and He Tianzi smiled bitterly.

"When the Son of Heaven arrives, the courtiers should be happy by example, and they are willing to dance the sword, but there are dancers who dance together?" The king of Chu glanced at the princes. The princes were either indifferent, or sneering, or dismissive, and no one paid attention to him.

King Song smiled, it was not good to save the face of the king of Chu, and invited him to drink together. The king of Chu raised his cup and drank a cup, looked at the field, and asked, "You two play swords and swords, why do you disturb the Son of Heaven and the princes?"

With a breath remaining, the muse struggled to his feet. Wei Xiu sneered and teased: "The Son of Heaven is like a bird in a cage, screaming in a cage all day long. There are many princes like carp crossing the river, but Longmen is a minister after all. ”

He Tianzi's face was sad, and his hands clasped the seat tightly. The princes were poked in the sore spots, and they hid their faces and drank.

"Bold!" The king of Chu was furious, pointed his sword at Wei Xiu, and said, "The land where the sun and the moon shine is Li soil; The people who live and raise the grains are all Li Chen. ”

Wei Xiu teased: "Chu is the mining of the Nanjing Kingdom, and King Wen is the prince of the former dynasty as the king of Nanjing, is the king of Chu a person who has forgotten his ancestors?"

The King of Chu laughed, knelt down to the Son of He, got up and asked Wei Xiu: "King Wen is wise, when today's son is even worse, I despise Chu and deeply feel the grace of enlightenment, live in Litu, eat Lilu, Ran is Lichen, and has nothing to do with the previous dynasty." But the Houthis, who defected 500 years ago, are they going to do it again 500 years later? ”

The Houthi king knelt down in panic and did not dare to get up and show his loyalty. All the princes knelt down, and only He Tianzi, King Chu and Wei Xiu stood in the field.

He Tianzi's face turned pale, how could he have seen so many courtiers in twenty-three years, and how could there be hundreds of people kneeling? For two hundred years, Li did not see the princes and ministers, and the Son of Heaven did not know the king of the world.

"Zhong Aiqing...... Zhong Aiqing got up. He Tianzi forgot the etiquette for a while, and smiled bitterly.

"Chen Ran is willing to dance a sword for the Son of Heaven," the King of Chu entered with a sword and shouted, "Play "Chasing the Deer." ”

The drum beats, "Chasing Deer" plays, the king of Chu dances, and the son of heaven cries.

King Li Wen and the former dynasty Chen soldiers competed, half of the princes in the world assisted King Wen, half returned to the previous dynasty, the two sides fought a battle, and the half moon rested.

King Wen won the Son of Heaven, and Bo Qi wrote "Chasing the Deer".

After the song was finished, the king of Chu turned his sword and flirted towards Wei Xiu. Wei Xiu avoided it in embarrassment, and there was still a string of blood beads on the sword.

Wei Xiu was furious and looked at the King of Chu coldly. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't pay attention and let the king of Chu succeed in his sneak attack, how could a mere prince hurt him half a point? Even the gimmicky Jianling heir Muse has not left half a wound on him, and he has shaved off a strand of hair, which is already good.

"If you weren't the king of Chu......"

"That's a pity, I'm the King of Chu, what can you do to me?" The king of Chu put away his sword and scolded, "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, you have no mouth to cover and speak disrespectfully, and the Son of Heaven will punish you." ”