Three days later, Chang Qianfo and his entourage came to Boxianglou early.

I saw a sea of people in the open space on three sides, bustling and noisy, and the water could not be drained. The only waterway is also full of boats, large and small. The water and land are not passable, but the air is lively.

The spectators who had reserved a seat in the Boxiang Building couldn't squeeze in, so they had to fly over with light skills. From time to time, I saw figures coming and going in the sky. Before the competition began, it turned into a light skill competition.

There are a total of seven people in the group, in addition to Chang Qianfo, Han Yiluo and Li Xiaoxiao, as well as two swordsmanship masters An Tiru and Zhao Ping. Li Ting has no good impression of Liu Sutian, but he admires Li Mubai and his person, and he has long wanted to see the demeanor of the second famous sword, of course he wants to follow. The other is Tong Ye, who is in charge of guarding Chongde Hall.

Chongdetang has a great reputation in the Jiangnan area. Many people knew Li Ting and Tong Ye, and before the two of them got off the horse, they warmly greeted them. Li Ting coped with it for a while, and quickly took a moment to let Li Xiaoxiao go to tie the horse, while he performed light skills and fled into the private room that had been booked early in the morning.

The private room booked by Yan Yisheng is the room with the widest view in the entire Boxiang Building. There is a separate verandah outside the room, and the porch is stretched out, facing the center of the sword drinking table, and the situation under the stage is in full view.

Han Yiluo and Li Xiaoxiao stood on the verandah, looking down at a glance, almost all the masters in the Jiangnan area rushed over. Han Yiluo is young, but he is an old man, and he knows a lot of people, so he picks up a stick and helps Li Xiaoxiao identify him one by one, and occasionally meets one or two acquaintances who happen to look at him, and he doesn't forget to raise his hand to greet him. Looking left and right, he saw his master Li Shufang and master Bo Ouyang Jun standing in the crowd, and his senior brother Xiao Yu and junior sister Li Wanqiu were standing next to him.

Li Ting smiled: "Since Master Li is here, you should go to ask for peace." ”

Han Yiluo shook his head again and again: "If my master knows that I am here, my free days will come to an end." ”

As he was talking, he heard the voices of people outside for a while, and Li Xiaoxiao said excitedly: "It's here!" It's coming, it's coming! ”

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing: "Your master is only afraid that he has seen you a long time ago, right?" Our room is different from other rooms, the platform is far away, and it is eye-catching. You've just stood up and greeted people everywhere, waving left and right, like an oiran, and it's hard to see you. ”

Han Yiluo laughed: "Whose Oiran looks like me, it should have been closed a long time ago, right?" ”

Li Ting couldn't help coughing lightly: "Laugh, girl, be cautious, be cautious." “

Li Xiaoxiao was used to being unabashed, and she didn't see Li Ting say anything, guessing that it was probably because she was afraid of Chang Qianfo's presence, so she didn't raise the bar with him. Just looking at his father's serious face, he really wanted to laugh, so he turned his head to look downstairs.

As soon as I turned my head, I heard a commotion, the crowd was excited, and the noisy voices overshadowed the waves: "It's coming, it's coming!" "Get out of the way, that's someone from the Sword Pavilion!" "Pavilion Master Li has arrived!"

Several people in the private room poured out onto the verandah.

I saw that the crowd spontaneously gave way to a way, and an inconspicuous Qingpeng carriage slowly drove to the front of the sword drinking platform, and several Sword Pavilion disciples followed closely with swords. The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man with a solemn face stepped out of the carriage. Wearing a light gray gown, the clothes were washed a little whitish, but they were neat and clean, and they were very refreshing. With a square face and a high forehead and a medium build, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, standing inconspicuous in a crowd of Jianghu guests.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little surprised and said, "This is Li Mubai?" Legend has it that Li Mubai has a sword in his hand, which can make people feel frightened, and it doesn't look like it at all. ”

Han Yiluo smiled: "You don't understand this." The real master is standing next to you, and you can't recognize it. You'll know when he draws his sword. ”

Chang Qianfo turned his head and glanced at Han Yiluo.

Han Yiluo was inexplicable: "What do you think I'm doing?" ”

Chang Qianfo did not speak.

Han Yiluo shrugged: "How did this guy get a god recently?" ”

His own son-in-law asked someone to say this, although he was a close friend of his son, Li Ting was a little unhappy in his heart, so he changed the topic and said: "It is said that Li Mubai lives a simple life and is not good at luxury. And never arrogant to show people, even if you make an appointment with the younger generation, you will inevitably come early. When I saw it today, I realized that it was really a grandmaster's demeanor. ”

Chang Qianfo said: "I heard that the Lord of Li Pavilion has been in retreat for half a year a year, and his swordsmanship has improved again, and his strength is enough to fight with the Lord of the Mu League. I don't know if it's true or not? ”

Li Ting said: "That's right, but it seems that Mu Cangping and other swordsmanship geniuses, there is only one person in hundreds of years, and I am afraid that it cannot be surpassed." ”

Chang Qianfo was silent again. Li Ting only felt that he was a little strange today, but he couldn't say what the fault was.

Li Mubai slowly walked onto the sword drinking platform, and the crowd in the audience was enthusiastic and cheered.

Although the reward does not distinguish between countries, the competition does not respect the boundary. But emotionally speaking, the martial arts people in Jiangnan are obviously more inclined to Li Mubai.

In the hearts of everyone, Li Mubai represents the martial arts of Middle Earth, and the Ming Palace is located in Mobei, and the name Markaqin is a Hui person as soon as he hears it, although it is rumored that she is a descendant of the Jin family who escaped from Chang'an ten years ago, what the truth is, it is difficult to verify. Not to mention that the Central Plains Martial Arts has a deep prejudice against the Ming Palace, formerly known as Changle Palace, and it has not completely dissipated because of this short three-year peaceful relationship.

Everyone present hoped that Li Mubai could win this competition.

The view from the veranda is wide, and you can see the end of Biluo Lake at a glance.

Just when the crowd around the drinking sword platform was excited, and everyone looked at Li Mubai, Chang Qianfo saw a light boat floating out of the vast smoke of Biluo Lake.

In March, the spring water is as clear as blue, and the vast and beautiful are spread into the distance, and the color is getting lighter and lighter, and finally it becomes foggy white, and it is submerged in a vast water vapor. Even the mountains float far away and the fog is far away, and the water and the sky are together. The sky and the blue water and mountains are linked together, and the vastness is like an ink painting drawn by a large rafter.

The man, the boat, is in the picture in front of me.

The lake is windy, and the light boat is like an arrow, and it comes to the center of the lake from the depths of the white fog in a blink of an eye. At the bow of the boat stood a woman in green clothes holding a sword, wearing a bamboo hat on her head, and a green yarn hanging down her waist from the top of the center, rising and falling in the lake breeze.

The woman was dressed in green clothes and the wind blew indiscriminately, outlining a slender and slender figure. However, the face is always hidden behind the black veil that rises and falls, and it is difficult to get a glimpse.

Chang Qianfo still recognized her at a glance.

It has always been that way. No matter where she stood, no matter how inconspicuous she stood, he could always pick her out of the crowd at a glance.

The boat sailed into the tall boats, and passed left and right through the narrow slits until it reached the front of the sword drinking platform. Mu Dian can tiptoe a little, flew up from the bow of the ship, Tsing Yi flew up, its shape was like a shadow, and it came very quickly.

Most people hadn't noticed when Mu Dian had appeared, and she had already landed firmly on the sword drinking platform and stood still.

As soon as the wind stopped, the black yarn in Tsing Yi fell and did not move, leaving only the condensed silk lines.

It's really extremely dynamic and static.

The crowd let out a burst of exclamations.

Legend has it that the holy daughter of the Ming Palace, Markaqin, had an eccentric temperament and rarely appeared in public. Therefore, even the people in the Ming Palace rarely see his true face. Many people speculated that this might be because of Markachin's ugly appearance, and everyone thought that this rumor was true.

What's more, there are few women on the list of famous swords, Markaqin is only sixteen years old and ranks fourth among famous swords, and her strength is amazing, no matter how you think about it, she shouldn't be a delicate beauty. However, the woman on the stage has a graceful figure and a bright wrist and no hands, where is there half an ugly look? Everyone was surprised for a while, and then relieved, isn't Markhaqin still wearing a veil, thinking that his appearance is ugly and afraid of being seen, and the rumors should still be true.

I can't help but feel a little sorry in my heart, with such a moving body, but I have an ugly face, which is probably what people often say about jealousy of talents, and it can't be perfect.

Li Mubai also raised his head and looked at the edge of the sword drinking platform where everyone's eyes fell, his eyes were slightly surprised.

Mu Dianke raised his hand and bent down to salute Li Mubai.

Li Mubai returned the salute.

The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and drew their swords at the same time.