Cui Laodao once gave such an evaluation to the real person of the Purple Palace: proud and stubborn.

With his temperament, he naturally refuses to make Qingchengshan the same as the vegetable market, but the dishes have already been put on the table, and he must not lose face.

Zigong Zhenren talked about the soup, and then it was the time for the disciples of each sect to practice, some wanted the younger juniors to show their faces in front of the old guys, and some had personal grudges and took the opportunity to pretend to make mistakes and kill them.

This is also the daily flow of this kind of conference, the first day is lively, and the rest of the month is all about private communication.

The juniors make friends, the old guys talk about things, and of course, the scattered people and the small sects still have to climb the mountain every day.

Otherwise, if you compete like this for a whole month, it won't be a ranking conference, the imperial court has this intention, but the real people of the Purple Palace don't want to do it.

In the final analysis, he is still a foreigner, and he doesn't want to get too involved with the world.

There is a saying that the cultivation is born and entered the WTO, and Qingcheng Mountain is entering the WTO at this time, otherwise how did he come to be a 'real person'.

If he is the first in the world, Qingcheng Mountain can also be like Taihe Mountain, his ears don't hear anything outside the window, and he collects incense money every day, why should he be so close to the imperial court.

In the open space square, a man with a sword is soaring up and down, his sword moves are fancy and dazzling, and he is extremely chic.

The women's long whip against it was like an arm command, and against the cold cold light, the green spots were very eye-catching.

Li Qinghe, who was sitting on the high platform, shook his head and said, "It's over, that man is going to lose, the sword moves are too fancy." ”

Li Changan, who was beside him, crossed Erlang's legs and glanced at him: "That woman is from the Southern Xinjiang Gu Sect, and she is the only one who wears such a colorful outfit, and she loses." ”

Li Qinghe turned his head suspiciously, and before he could ask why, the momentum of the man on the field changed, and there were no gorgeous moves, and he stepped forward, and the three-foot long sword slashed down like a monstrous wave.

The long whip was on the side, regardless of it, the blade of the sword stopped firmly on the woman's forehead, blowing away a few strands of hair.

And the quenched whip head was a fraction of worse, passing by, cutting through the clothes but not the skin.

"I conceded. ”

"The East China Sea Sword Pavilion lives up to its name. ”

"How is it?" Li Changan smiled proudly, "Even you can see that the sword moves are fancy, how can you be embarrassed like this." ”

"East China Sea Sword Pavilion?"

"It's in the East China Sea, you can go and see it another day, I heard that their swordsmanship is the same as the tide, domineering and powerful, I don't know and think it's a knife technique, today is a knowledge, but speaking of which, the master hasn't seen the sea yet." ”

"They and the sword washing pool are one east and one west, and they are in charge of eighty percent of the world's sword paths, and the sword pavilion used to have the upper hand, but since the sword god of the snow was drunk, the sword washing pool has stabilized one head. ”

Li Qinghe was stunned when he heard this, thinking that the competition on the field was already a little beyond his cognition, how powerful is this Xue Xue Sword God who is always on the lips of Chang'an?

As if he knew that Li Qinghe didn't understand well, Li Changan continued: "Have you ever seen the sea?"

"No, have you seen it in the books?"

Li Changan sneered: "I heard that the sword god of the snow once encountered a big tide in the East China Sea, the waves soared, and a sword split more than ten miles of sea road, and from then on, the sword pavilion no longer dared to call himself the leader of the sword, and even the domineering name of the sword technique did not dare to say much." ”

More than a dozen miles...... Li Qinghe swallowed his saliva, is this still a human?

"Huh...... Xiaoyou praised it falsely, and the more than ten miles of sea road were exaggerated, but Juchen should be very happy to hear it, and in terms of domineering, the Sword Pavilion is indeed above my sword washing pool. ”

The two turned their heads and saw the man leading the sword washing pool walking over.

"The ancestor of the Sword Pavilion was the personal guard of His Majesty the Imperial Court hundreds of years ago, and later part of it established the military guard that is now guarding Chang'an City, and part of it formed the Nameless Cavalry. ”

"The last part of the unintentional temple has entered the rivers and lakes, and it is not surprising that it is said that swordsmanship is like knife art, it is a killing technique, and it should be overbearing. ”

"Seniors. ”

talked about his seniors, but Li Changan made a salute to his seniors, and Li Qinghe hesitated for a moment and followed suit.

"More than ten years ago, Juchen was still a ninth grade, and his biggest wish was to see Tanglin Sword Immortal. ”

Li Changan put away his cynical sitting posture: "Now Chang'an also wants to see the Snow Sword God." ”

"Hahaha, sure enough, he and Li Tanglin have a temper carved out, how is Cui Xianchang lately?"

Li Changan smiled, this is the attitude of the outside world towards Cui Niubi, even to the real person of the Purple Palace, he only called him 'real person' and 'Taoist chief'.

"Shizu is okay, he asked me to take him to say hello to the seniors who came from the Sword Washing Pool. ”

"Well, if the two little friends are free in the future, they can come to my sword washing pool for a walk, maybe they can meet Juchen. ”

As he spoke, the man glanced at Li Qinghe and just nodded slightly, but didn't say anything.

For this young man who talked about Liu Yuchuan to death, he also had a little fame in the rivers and lakes, and the man only sighed in his heart.

There is Cui Laodao in front of Taihe Mountain, and Li Tanglin in the back, Li Tanglin is dead, and his son does not look like a waste wood, and this suddenly appeared Li Qinghe.

Taihe has not seen immortals for three hundred years, but there is great hope in these hundred years, if it weren't for Taihe Mountain is Fangwai Sect, they would have to vomit blood helplessly.

The three of them were chatting here, but the competition on the field suddenly stopped, and the position of the mountain road gave way to a road, and a delicate man in a brocade silk robe walked out of the crowd, followed by a woman, and walked towards the high platform.

Some people who were squeezed wanted to theorize, and raised their hands to support their shoulders, but they felt that their palms slipped in mid-air and fell to the side inexplicably.

The crowd began to whisper, and I don't know who dared to walk out like this.

The two who were competing also looked at each other, thinking that they were each other's enemies.

The man ignored it completely, and walked wholeheartedly, staring at the real person of the Purple Palace on the high platform with calm eyes.

Everyone in the audience didn't recognize it for a while, so naturally they couldn't hide it from the big guy on the stage.

Someone shook his head and gloated in a gloating tone: "The chess idiot is here, real person, I advise you to take a step back, otherwise he can stay in Qingcheng Mountain all the time." ”

Speaking of which, the man stopped at the foot of the ladder of the high platform, in terms of strength, he was the fourth in the martial arts evaluation, but in terms of seniority, he was a junior.

But the rivers and lakes only look at strength, but he stubbornly guards his seniority, so that few people who have seen him can accept his gift with peace of mind.

The strangest thing is that even if he is the same generation as him, he can change the law to make his rank lower, and then consider himself a junior.

"Jiangnan Chess Academy, Luo Xinghe. ”

Luo Xinghe's voice was indifferent, and he made a junior salute to everyone on the stage.

Except for Zigong Zhenren and Li Changan, everyone stood up and avoided it sideways.

"Chess Saint Luo Xinghe?"

"The Fourth Great Grandmaster of Martial Arts?!"

In the crowd, the person who had just raised his hand to theorize retreated, as if he had survived the catastrophe.

On the high platform, Li Changan stretched his neck and looked down, except for Su Qingmu, he had never seen anyone who could be on the martial arts review, let alone the fourth.

Although Li Qinghe was curious, he was not as unbearable as him, so he just stood at the railing and looked around.

Zigong Zhenren's face remained unchanged, and his heart was bitter like a bitter melon, Luo Xinghe wanted to play chess, and no one could stop him.

Without too much delay, Luo Xinghe was soon invited to the high platform, and the afternoon passed quickly, and the crowd in the square dispersed, but a few young juniors were praised.

The sect that came from afar did not disturb the real people of the Purple Palace, and I thought that I could discuss the matter of leaving the dynasty tonight, but Luo Xinghe came, so forget it.

Because he wants to play chess, no one present can beat him except for Zigong Zhenren, and if he can't beat him, he can't say it in theory.

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It was dark, and the moonlight shone on the vegetation, making you almost forget that it was winter.

After the people up and down the mountain went back, Luo Xinghe became a hotly discussed matter.

The high-ranking bet on who can win between him and Zigong Zhenren, who has never seen the world or the juniors, is discussing whether the fourth and second martial arts reviews will fight tonight.

On the mountain road, Li Changan, who had dinner, leisurely enjoyed the scenery, and Li Qinghe on the side held this Taoist book and suddenly spoke:

"Luo Xinghe, I've seen the Jiangnan Chess Academy in the book, but I didn't expect him to be the dean, and he is so powerful. ”

Li Changan didn't care much: "In the book, it will only be written how deep his chess strength is, not how high his strength is, which is the default rule of the imperial court." ”

"Hit someone with a chessboard?"

Li Changan was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression: "It's okay if you want to say that, but I haven't seen him make a move, I heard that when we were still in Li Village, he went to Taihe Mountain, saying that he was going to play chess with Cui Niubi." ”

"Senior Cui can also play chess?"

"He's going to play a fart game!" Li Changan rolled his eyes, "Luo Xinghe didn't even go up to the three peaks, so he gave him a stick." ”

"Why did he get a hole in the Tianyuan position on the chessboard, and it wasn't because he was pestering Xu Xing, the spear saint of Beipi, to play chess, Xu Xingzhi was born in the army, he didn't know a single big character, and he didn't embarrass others to play chess?"

Hearing this, Li Qinghe nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood why these so-called great masters only envied Li Changan of that sword god.

One kraft candy, one illiterate, one Qingcheng Mountain......

"Wait......" Li Changan suddenly stopped, turned sideways and whispered: "Go to the Purple Palace to have a look?Although Luo Xinghe's temper is annoying, it is also a chance to see him play chess and see the world?"