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In the garden, the first guests talked softly. These people are all the children of a poor family like Fan Jin, and when the Central Plains is fattened, the children of the scholar clan will also look at the Central Plains.

Fan Jin introduced the people present to Zhu Biao one by one, thirteen people were talented, and twenty people were raised, of which nine had served as low-level clerks, and four people were also holding positions now.

If you have a position and experience, you will have exercise, and compared with the twenty-four white bodies outside, these nine people are obviously more natural and calm in the face of Zhu Biao, and their youth is also three points less.

But...... It's all the mean!

The banquet is also an interview, Zhu Biao is the main exam, thirty-three people, the number is quite a lot, but there is no one who is eye-catching.

However, even so, Zhu Biao also included all these people, because the gradually expanding establishment of the Hedong military system was too lacking in cultured people. Don't say it's thirty-three people, even if you add a zero to the back, the Hedong Army can also tolerate it.

"After you return home, you can inform your relatives and friends, if you are willing to go north with you, my Hedong Army, you will not refuse."

After the banquet, Zhu Biao was very grateful to Fan Jin, and the thirty-three talents were like-minded, which was beneficial to the Hedong Army. Immediately let Fan Jin 71's loyalty climb up a notch.

And the last sentence of his banquet, before dawn the next day, had already reached the ears of those who cared.

Tang Wang smiled lightly and didn't care. Ji Yun's eyes narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

The Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is getting closer and closer, and the city of Beiping is already full of lights, and at the same time, the vigilance has also been raised to the highest level.

On the New Year's Day, there was no reaction in Beiping City. But during the Lantern Festival, everyone's hearts are even more nervous. As a tradition in the Central Plains, on the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, the government and the people enjoyed together, and the Tang King was bound to appear in the Moon Tower in the east of the city.

The city is no better than the wilderness, where low-rise buildings abound, alleys and lanes are intricate, the army is not easy to develop, but the masters are like fish in water. The Tang King appeared on the Moon Tower, and the danger was even greater than that of the city going out to patrol.

As a great master whose strength is comparable to that of the innate grandmaster, Zhu Biao and Lu Liang were all counted as part of the combat power of the Tang Wangfu that night, in order to protect the infallibility of the Moon Tower.

For this reason, Zhu Biao received a system prompt task yesterday: *level, prove yourself. Ask to kill an enemy martial arts master under the watchful eye of the crowd to prove that he has top-level combat power.

Zhu Biao took it without hesitation.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the city of Beiping turned into a night sky. The city is full of colorful lights, and the eyes are gorgeous. made Zhu Biao involuntarily think of a poem from his previous life:

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

Xin Qiji's half-word really renders the dazzling beauty of the Lantern Festival to the fullest.

"Haha, I didn't expect Zhu Shuai to not only be extremely martial, but also brilliant in writing."

Zhu Biao's muttering was not loud, he was just feeling nostalgic, and unconsciously remembered his previous life. I don't want half of the words to have fallen into the ears of King Tang.

At that moment, he felt dozens of eyes on his back, turned around, and saw the princes such as the Tang King, the Song King, the Han King, and the Yan King, and the servant maids who served the wine, all staring at themselves, and their eyes were indescribably different, novel, and envious.

"Don't dare to be greedy. This is the work left by the predecessors of the master. Biao, seeing the prosperity of the Beiping Festival, I feel nostalgic and reminiscing. ”

"Oh? It was actually done by the elders of Zhu Qing's family, which is really talented, and its brilliance is not inferior to the famous works that have been passed down through the ages. I just don't know who my name is? It's a pity that I can't meet in person.

Besides, this text still has unfinished meanings, why don't you recite it again, so that the widow can feast his ears? ”

Tang Wang's words were very casual. There is no condescension, more like equality.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

Zhu Biao was not hypocritical, and opened his mouth to say this song "Qingyu Case. The second half of Yuan Xi". And the charm of it is even more prosperous in the first half.

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim......"

The ancient Chinese culture is in the same vein as the civilization of the world, and Xin Qiji's poem has a place in the Song Dynasty, and it can still touch people's hearts here. This sense of resonance even came out on the spot.

I don't know how many people upstairs in Mochizuki are fascinated by this sentence at this moment!

"Lonely and indifferent, outstanding, different from the vulgar and vulgar ......" Tang Wang felt in his heart, his eyes flashed with a touch of essence, he tasted the feeling, and there was a frustration in the words, and it was different from the frustration of the people in the rivers and lakes. Because he is very familiar with this kind of frustration, there are too many such frustrations in the poems of ten thousand years.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening, and the night was thick.

Hundreds of thousands of people poured into the streets, laughing beside the colorful lanterns and laughing at the funny lantern riddles.

On the stand of the Moon Tower, King Tang was enjoying with the people in a calm manner.

More than a dozen grandmaster-level combat powers, including Zhu Biao and Lu Liang, and a group of masters several times that of this amount, were all engrossed, lifting up the enemies that would be killed at any time.

Yes, let go of the enemy and kill the enemy into Beiping City, and kill the Moon Tower, which is the weak and intimidating table of the Tang King. But apart from this, Tang Wang had no other way.

Even with the help of the Northern Xinjiang Martial Arts, and the masters sent by the Six Kingdoms in the Northern Corner, compared with the five hundred years of accumulation of the Tianjing Imperial Family, they are also very vulnerable.

The Tianjing side has been restrained from all sides, and the one on the dragon throne only needs to send half of the top people to destroy the Tang Wangfu in Beiping City.

If you want to keep the enemy out of the city, you are delusional.

The safest thing for King Tang tonight is to hide in the palace and not come out, but in doing so, the face he will lose will be ten times greater than the fierce battle against the Moon Tower. will also be despised by others, hiding from it, that is a coward.

"It's coming!"

On Zhu Biao's left hand, the old eunuch who was with King Tang, who was also the old manager of King Tang's mansion, suddenly had a gleam in his eyes, and looked straight at the street downstairs under Wangyue.

A feminine qi machine gathered violently all over the body!

At this time, a faint murderous aura was felt by Zhu Biao.

The old manager's surname is Liu, and his voice is not loud, but he can't stop all the masters in the stands, and everyone instantly condenses their skills.

"There's a hero coming down there, why don't you come forward and have a drink?"

Standing up, Tang Wang raised his glass and said downward. He has also practiced martial arts, although his strength only penetrates the second vein of Ren Du, compared to the masters who should fight tonight, it is not worth mentioning. But with the help of the old manager, this sentence was obviously not loud, but it was lightly transmitted to the ears of everyone in the Baizhang range downstairs under Mochizuki.

Zhu Biao was keenly aware of the stiffness of the middle-aged man by the 'Changxi Benyue' lantern downstairs, and then the man raised his head directly and looked at the stands, looking at it without any scruples.

"It's too weak to just wait for them to come to the door. The last general will go to the meeting for a while—"

The task is in his body, and Zhu Biao is unwilling to think of a snake anymore. After saying hello to King Tang, regardless of whether King Tang agreed or not, he jumped down from the nine-foot and nine-foot-high Moon Tower, and the white bone sword brought up a match, Changhong Dragon-like luster.

The ordinary people in front of the Moon Tower focused their attention when King Tang spoke. After seeing a person fall from the upper floor, and seeing a sword light like a bright sword sprinkling, the dull people also knew that something was wrong.

It's not something you can do by yourself.

Panicked cries and cries resounded through the Moon Tower. And like the ripples of the waves, panic and fear will quickly spread outward.

The middle-aged man's expression was very stiff, he was laughing, but he gave people the feeling of facial paralysis.

Zhu Biao can pack a ticket, this person is wearing a mask.

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding passed through his mind. This premonition almost made him tremble immediately, but Zhu Biao's long sword was still the same, and he didn't turn sideways, nor did he look back, he just flicked his fingers without hesitation, and flicked his fingers to the right completely by feeling.

An extremely ordinary dart grazed his shoulder, spun in the air, flew back the same way, and landed in one hand. A white and jade hand, with slender and powerful fingers, in the words of his previous life, this is a pair of hands playing the piano.

When you catch the dart, the dart disappears, just as it was when it appeared.

The owner of the hand was Zhu Biao's target, and the middle-aged man flew back and stood in a lotus lantern five zhang away. The faint green clothes on his body were blown by the mountain wind, as if he was about to fly away with the wind. It's a pity that his face at the moment is not a handsome child!

"Zhu Biao—"

The man stared at Zhu Biao for a moment, and then affirmed.

"What about you?"

Do you recognize yourself? Zhu Biao was slightly surprised. His wrist shook slightly, and the white bone sword shook out several sword flowers and hit it out.

He asked in his mouth, and he thought about it with all his might. Is this person a master of hidden weapons? Light kung fu is very good, but what about close kung fu?

If it's just one that isn't bad, you're in luck.

Zhu Biao, who is absolutely confident in his self-light skills, thought like this.

"Nothing to blame. A little red in the Central Plains, it's me-"

A long sword roar like a dragon roared from Zhu Biao's hand. A little light on the tip of the sword lit up, the brightness was unusual, and a little bit of sword rain shot out from the light, expanding and spreading out in an instant, and each point of light carried the "Nine Yin True Qi", sneering.

In the light and rain, a little red and pale cyan figure disappeared suddenly.

His light skills are very high, he can exceed the limit of a person's dynamic vision, and his agility and speed are better than Elder Zuo.

When the sword in Zhu Biao's hand stabbed it, it erupted with a thunderous storm-like force, but when it pierced the air, it left a faint trace like a drizzle, and then the drizzle was swept by the breeze raised by the corner of the pale cyan clothes that was a little red, and it flew away, chasing him closely.

Two green shadows swirled and flew on several lanterns, the light cyan one was a little red, and the slightly darker one was Zhu Biao. In the staggered room, the brilliance flashed, and it was a sword light or a dart. Flashing again, it's still so silent.

A few lanterns, undamaged.

A little red flew up and down at an incredible speed, like a willow leaf falling from the treetops, and fell back to the lotus lantern steadily.

Zhu Biao also continued to stand on the lantern of Changxi running to the moon. His expression was stern, and he pursed his lips slightly.

He had no intention of smiling. Cheng Dù, who was a difficult opponent, was no less than Elder Zuo.

A little red was still smiling, and there was an extremely subtle sword mark on his face, but there was no blood. There was an extra tear in his sleeve, and a thin red blade slipped from his sleeve and landed on his hand. At the same time, a wisp of white smoke rose above his head, and he said: "The Northern Han Dynasty defeated the Netherworld Sect, I thought it was a false rumor, but it seems to be true. ”

After speaking, he smiled, but the whole person was cold and pressing, and the person and the thin knife in his hand and the surrounding environment seemed to have fused together.

The moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is like a flower. There are still many lights in front of the Moon Tower, but if people want to look away, they don't seem to feel a little red. An awe-inspiring feeling hit Zhu Biao's heart.

A little red figure suddenly disappeared, and a pale red knife light suddenly sprinkled on Zhu Biao's head. The Lantern Festival lanterns are never short of red, but as soon as a little red is shot, the red like the morning glow in front of the entire Moon Tower is endless, and it seems that the change of shape has entered a burning cloud.

The thin blade almost touched the top of Zhu Biao's hair, but the sword roar sounded first, and the thousand cold rays from the white bone sword had already met it. The whistling sound seems to have a rhythm, rapid and slow, the tide rises and falls, like wind and rain, and the river is turbulent.

A little red flew out, and Zhu Biao also flew out, rising and falling in parallel, as if they had made an appointment.

A cold light pierced the space......

By the way, a little red and a hidden weapon!

Flick your wrist with a sword and slash it off. "Dugu Nine Swords" has the sword momentum of a dark weapon!

But when he swung his sword again to face a little red, Zhu Biao couldn't help but slow down a little.

The duel between the masters, the slightest difference, has already decided the winner.

A little red will not let Zhu Biao find this trace again, so in an instant, the thin knife slashed twenty-seven knives in a row.

The knife missed.

To his surprise, Zhu Biao had no intention of retreating, he took a step forward suddenly, struck out with a wave of his palm, and the light of the seven swords flashed, which was not half weakened compared to the strength of the sword shadow, but more urgent. Zhu Biao struck seven times in a row, and the sword light was like a fire-gathering meteor, spreading all over his face, making a little red almost unable to breathe.

Zhu Biao didn't seem to know what it meant to retreat, there was a cliff in front of him, and he jumped without looking at it. Doesn't he know that flesh palms are no better than weapons after all?

For a grandmaster-level master, whether it is sword qi or sword mang, holding back his internal strength can take a few hits without losing his combat effectiveness. It's completely different from seeing blood with a weapon.

A little red never expected him to be so resolute, and when he miscalculated, he lost all the games. The thin knife grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark, but Zhu Biao's palm also hit a little red in the chest.

The touch was completely wrong, as if it had hit cotton, and it was not forced. Zhu Biao was still indifferent, and the rolling internal force poured in, followed by another cold light bursting. The strong wind cut the face, and a little red swirled sharply, leaving Zhu Biao. The raindrop-like cold energy was thrown out of him, and the "Nine Yin True Qi" that Zhu Biao poured into was so dissolved by him. I really don't know what kind of talisman technique can shake off the internal force in the body like mud spots.

At the same time, Zhu Biao changed color in shock and retreated backwards. A feeling of extreme danger approached again, a sense of death like a cold light piercing the heart.

An ordinary dart with no tricks and no seal carvings was close at hand, but it forced Zhu Biao not to stop. After practicing "Blue Winged Bat King", he didn't try the limit of his light skills, but between life and death, he was even faster than the limit. Halfway back, he lifted his breath and jumped to the right, stepping on the "Lingbo Microstep", the dart swept in front of the tip of his nose, reached out and grabbed it, and pinched it in his fingers.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Zhu Biao's forehead. After a qiē stabilized, the faint vest was wet.

It was quiet upstairs at Mochizuki. Nearly 100 top masters in the high-rise building, and hundreds of marksmen, all opened their eyes and opened their mouths wide.

Is what you see real?

Zhu Biao, a martial arts consummator, fights, the Central Plains is a little red, a grandmaster-level killer who became famous forty years ago.

Both, no matter who wins or loses!

"Manager Liu, can Zhu Qing win?"

Tang Wang looked down in a tangle. He hoped that Zhu Biao would come back immediately, but he hoped to win this first battle.

He hoped that Zhu Biao would be unharmed, and he didn't want Zhu Biao to be injured at all.

In King Tang's heart, a famous general who can repeatedly defeat the weak and fight the strong on the battlefield is definitely more important than a martial arts master.

Can a martial arts master lead a big battle for himself and win a million soldiers?

"Your Majesty, rest assured. I wish the general superior strength, even if he can't take a little red from the Central Plains, and he will never fall into a little red hands. ”

As the head of the palace, how could Eunuch Liu not know the importance that King Tang attached to Zhu Biao. At the moment when Zhu Biao jumped downstairs, he had a kind of ** that reached out and slipped back.

A soft crimson knife light was reflected in Zhu Biao's bright eyes, beautiful as a dream.

Nine cold light popped out from the white bone sword, as bright as a star in the sky, every time it jumped, the sword light weakened by a point, and when the crimson was extinguished, the sword momentum suddenly flourished, and it was transformed into thousands of sword shadows, with a whistling wind, rolling towards the chest of a little red head and face.

A little red pupil shrank, and he shot with all his might.

This time, he didn't use a knife, but a hand. As his pale green shirt swept past the sword shadow, the sword shadow suddenly split apart, turning into sword flowers, and then from sword flowers to colorful and withered falling flowers. When the sword flower withered, the two passed by, swept a few feet, and stood in place in unison.

A little red did not fight back, and Zhu Biao did not continue to attack.

Their faces are all unsightly.

A little red opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Zhu Biao failed to stab a sword on him, but the evil qi on the sword invaded his inner meridians, causing him to suffer Yan Zhan's internal injuries.

And Zhu Biao's own condition is not good. There was no feeling in the fierce fight, but he stopped at this time, but he was sweating through his clothes, and the internal breath that had been like an arm command was wandering wildly in his body for a long time, and his heart was beating suddenly.

The meridians are faintly cracked!

Zhu Biao took a deep breath and spit it out, his eyes were still sharp as arrows, and he didn't avoid half a point.

"Where there is a beginning, there must be an end. You take my sword again, and if you take it, Zhu Biao will be ashamed of himself. ”

A little red with a solemn expression. He felt that the scene he saw in front of him had undergone a wonderful change, no longer Zhu Biao's upright posture, but a giant sword that soared into the sky, faintly with a kind of fearlessness that pierced the sky.

He knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't get rid of it, and a thin layer of cold sweat was already pouring out of his forehead. (To be continued)