In today's list, the attribution of the top position is also surprising to everyone. Bai Molou became the top of the list, and after three years of silence, he still showed the true demeanor of the genius of the academy back then. And Xu Mingyuan, who originally won the top position on the list, but was dismissed, became the object of regret by everyone.

Xu Mingyuan and Zeng Qingyi walked on the long street for a while, then said goodbye and went straight back to Micang Mountain. Today's change, if Xu Mingyuan really doesn't feel sad at all, it must be a lie.

After all, he is only an eighteen-year-old boy, even though he has faced a complicated world since he was a child, but after working hard, he has already touched the spark of success, but he was extinguished at the last moment, this feeling is undoubtedly maddening.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, Xu Mingyuan squatted beside the grass shed, watched Lao Huang babble for most of the hour, greeted Li Lixin's ancestors for eighteen generations, and then counted down that Sun Xuezheng, listening to Lao Huang's call in response, he felt a lot more comfortable.

Xu Mingyuan knew that it was Li Lixin's ghost, but he couldn't really mention the sword to kill him, this is not a river and lake after all, and there is a great family of Jiannan Dao behind Li Lixin. Xu Mingyuan has been in contact with many families, so he knows better how terrifying the family is.

A family like the Bai family and the Li family has a master like a second-grade little grandmaster in the family, and it will not surprise Xu Mingyuan.

Xu Mingyuan has not yet entered the third grade, although he feels that he has the strength to fight with the ordinary third grade, but if he really meets the second grade little grandmaster, then there will really be no drama.

The ranking of the hospital examination was revoked, so I can only hope for the township examination in a month. However, with the experience of this hospital examination, Xu Mingyuan is also quite confident in the township examination in a month.

Chongzhou Academy is the best academy in Jiannan Road, Xu Mingyuan was able to get the first place in the academy's college examination, and if he couldn't make the list in the township exam a month later, it would be really unspeakable.

Going up the mountain along the trail and walking into the Taoist temple, Qing Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Xu Mingyuan, and smiled: "Did you stumble over someone?" ”

Xu Mingyuan listened to Master's words, his eyes widened, and he was a little surprised: "Master, you also went down the mountain to see the release list?" ”

Qingxuan pursed his lips and said: "You still need to go down the mountain, if you are on the list, you must not boast to me when you first enter the Taoist temple, but if you are not on the list, then you must have been stumped." No matter how stupid you are, you are also my apprentice, right, how can you even fail the academy exam. ”

Xu Mingyuan rolled his eyes, the master said so much, he still praised himself.

Qing Xuan didn't care about Xu Mingyuan's white eyes, pointed to the Qingshuang long sword hanging on the wall, and said with a smile: "I must be very unhappy in my heart, why don't you practice the sword?" I've heard people say that under great compassion, the mood changes greatly, and practicing swords in such a state may have unexpected gains. ”

Xu Mingyuan looked at the stone flat that was scorching under the scorching sun outside, stepping on the stone flat that was all hot, shook his head and said: "Master, what an accident, when I go out to practice swords in this weather, I think I want to go crazy." ”

"It's going to rain this day." Qing Xuan said meaningfully, and after speaking, he directly stretched out his legs and kicked at Xu Mingyuan, and muttered in his mouth: "If you let the kid go, you can go, what is the ink." ”

"What's the rain on this day?" Xu Mingyuan turned sideways to avoid Qing Xuan's kick, but still walked to the wall and took off the Qingshuang long sword. The cold long sword was in hand, as if it was really holding the cold winter frost, and it was cool to the bone.

"I don't need to practice Li Taibai's sword today, just practice the sword moves I have learned over the years, and give them to me in a flash, I'll look at it." Qingxuan's lazy voice sounded, and he got up and sat directly on the threshold.

Xu Mingyuan nodded, a cyan cold light appeared, and the long sword in his hand was already out of its sheath, and he turned sideways out of the Taoist temple.

Xu Mingyuan has learned a lot of sword moves over the years, although they are all one or two unmatched sword moves, but they are better than the number, and the accumulation is quite terrifying.

Xu Mingyuan flashed out of the Taoist temple, the long sword in his hand from the bottom up, a slap hanging green clouds, the long sword turned again, like a dragon swinging its tail, the dragon tail just threw out, but it was suddenly stabbed out, like a goshawk pounced on a rabbit. Xu Mingyuan's sword moves changed so quickly and strangely that Qing Xuan, who was sitting on the threshold and didn't know where to find a wine gourd, couldn't help but nodded.

The long sword in Xu Mingyuan's hand seemed to never stop, constantly changing his moves, and the strange connection between the sword moves would make his jaw drop if he was seen by knowledgeable people in the rivers and lakes.

The scorching sun was in the sky, it was the hottest day of the day, Xu Mingyuan had only practiced for a while, and the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat. A few strands of long hair stuck to his face, sweat dripping down his cheeks, but Xu Mingyuan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

What happened today made Xu Mingyuan understand the importance of rights, then Sun Xuezheng was just a rush order, and he could remove his name as the top of the list, even if there was a great master, he was powerless to stop it.

Xu Mingyuan has a barrier in his heart, although he has been chatting with Lao Huang for half an hour, he has disappeared a lot, but he is still a little unhappy in his heart.

At this time, practicing swords under the scorching sun, the familiar sword moves kept stabbing out in his hands, like stabbing at the block in his heart, slashing off one sword after another. This feeling is difficult to put into words, but perhaps, as Master said, it is an unexpected gain.

When practicing the sword, time seemed to pass much faster, and after Xu Mingyuan practiced all the sword moves twice, the sky had already turned dark at some point.

And the sky was still clear during the day, but at this time it was dark clouds, black clouds were layered on top of each other, and occasional lightning flashed between the clouds accompanied by rumbling thunder.

The clouds are sinking at the beginning of the day, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings!

"It's going to rain." Xu Mingyuan took the long sword, stood beside him, glanced at the master who had fallen asleep against the doorpost, reached out and wiped the sweat on his face, the clothes on his body had been soaked with sweat many times.

The candles lit in the main hall at some point gave a faint light, and I could barely see.

Practicing sword today, Xu Mingyuan also had some subtle insights, but he couldn't say what it was. But he really felt the line, the three-grade line in Master's mouth.

The line was there, but Xu Mingyuan couldn't cross it, it was always a little bit worse, and that point made Xu Mingyuan stop and couldn't move forward. Even after practicing all the sword moves a second time, it was still a little worse.

Xu Mingyuan put away the sword and planned to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and a thunderous explosion sounded.

And after this thunder, a cold piano sounded, as if it was just a pluck of the strings, but after this thunder, it was exceptionally clear.

Xu Mingyuan was slightly stunned, then turned to look at the path next to the pine, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the long sword that he was originally carrying casually in his hand was already clenched.

Micang Mountain is not Fengming Street in the north of Shuzhou City, there are two masters and apprentices of Xu Mingyuan on the mountain, who will come to the mountain to play the piano at this time.

After a thunderclap, the rain poured down, and the rain became a curtain of rain. And the sound of the piano gradually sounded, through the rain curtain, crisp as a pearl falling on the jade plate, one voice was faster than the other, getting closer and closer.

Xu Mingyuan glanced sideways at the master who was leaning on the doorpost, snoring, shook his head helplessly, and held his sword in front of him, staring at the path.

A black figure appeared on the uninhabited path, a lightning flashed, and it was clear that it was a thin figure, and a pale middle-aged face, carrying an unsheathed long sword in his hand, the long sword was more than four feet long, one foot longer than an ordinary long sword, and the rain flowed down the long sword.

The man stepped on the top of the mountain, stopped at the trailhead, and was also looking at Xu Mingyuan.

Before the sound of the piano stopped, a figure floated out from under the path, floating past the black-clothed man, and although the wide white robe was soaked by the rain, it was still chic under the lightning. The violinist landed on the edge of the stone flat, sat down cross-legged, the guqin was crossed in front of his knees, his fingers were plucked, and the sound of the piano carried the rain, and the momentum was even stronger.

"Who are you?" Xu Mingyuan glanced at the pianist, looked at the middle-aged man with the sword and asked. The person who came seemed to be friend or foe, and it was not a person who went up to the mountain in the middle of the night to offer incense.

"I was entrusted with your right arm." The middle-aged man with the sword said coldly, his voice passing through the rain and getting colder.

"Trusted?" Xu Mingyuan smiled and said, "It should be ordered by Li Lixin to take my arm." ”

"Your heart is like a mirror, in that case, why don't you cut off your own arm? It also saves everyone from doing it. The luthier chuckled lightly, and his voice was elegant and beautiful, and the sound of the piano was uninterrupted.

"Cut off your own arm? Why don't you cut off your five fingers? Xu Mingyuan shook his head and said with a smile.

"What a sharp-toothed academy leader, I don't know if your skills in your hands are as high as your verbal skills, if this guy didn't want to sharpen his sword intent with you, I really wanted to meet you." The pianist laughed loudly, and the sound of the piano suddenly mentioned, obviously dissatisfied with Xu Mingyuan.

"I don't think you can play the piano as well as Uncle Wang in the east of the city." Xu Mingyuan commented loudly.

The pianist snorted coldly, and the sound of the piano became more and more intense, as if thousands of troops were coming in the rain, and the momentum was surging.

And the middle-aged swordsman no longer talked nonsense, the unsheathed long sword in his hand flipped over, and his right foot stepped on the water, muddy water splashed everywhere, and the person was already stabbing at Xu Mingyuan with the long sword.

The dense heavy rain smashed on the long sword with a strange shape, but it could not shake it in the slightest, and a lightning bolt flashed at the right time, reflecting in the eyes of the middle-aged swordsman, only the meaning of cold.

The pianist didn't make a move, and Xu Mingyuan's target was the middle-aged assassin. Since it was a person sent by Li Lixin, with Shen Fei defeated in front, this middle-aged swordsman dared to sharpen his sword intent with him, and his martial arts should be above Shen Fei.

Xu Mingyuan looked at the sword that stabbed straight forward, turned sideways slightly, and threw out the long sword in front of him, just like the dragon swinging its tail and slashing towards the long sword of the middle-aged swordsman.