Ji Xuwu received his order, and there was an attendant to find the weapon that had not been opened. After a while, the two of them stood on the left and right sides of the hall, and each held a fist under the blank order.

Zhao Ye is young and nimble, making a dexterous light sword.

Ji Xuwu is tall and has a long halberd with a blunt blade of fine iron.

Zhao Ye took the lead, and with a light snort, he smashed the sword qi into the light saber thrown into the window, and a swift sword flower pulled it through and locked it in Ji Wu's throat. I saw that the white smoke was like a cloud and dodged in a trance, and Ji Xu's body was like thunder, which was clearly a jade tree in the wind, but he brought the halberd to Wanjun frenzy. Zhao Ye was small, and hurriedly blocked it with a blade, and pushed his knees with the strength of the direct teaching, and he fell to the ground.

Ji Void's halberd makes it look good, carrying wind and rain, and has rhyme, pushing and turning the incense smoke in the hall away, falling on the clear and clear light on the curtain.

Zhao Ye blocked three moves in a row, and he was already a little defeated, so he simply ruthlessly pulled the hilt of the sword and slashed the opponent's ankle.

It can be seen that the two have similar moves, but their temperaments are different. Ji Void opens and closes, both ornamental and elegant, and has a sharp momentum. That Zhao Ye young man, his heart is undecided, he does everything, but it is not like dancing a sword but more like a brawl. It was Pillow Spring who looked energetic, and he always liked these interesting competitions, so he only held the handkerchief and watched it, and inhaled and concentrated as the two of them learned.

After ten more moves, only to hear the sound of "Changdang", Ji Xuwu turned his wrist sideways, piercing the flying dust in the air, and the wide sleeves like smoke clouds carried a smell of soaphorn. Between his actions, he focused on the tip of the halberd on the blade of the sword, and flicked it up. Zhao Ye hurriedly came to parry, but his strength was no match for Ji Wuwu's momentum, he didn't hold it steady, and the light sword flew up from his hand and fell straight on the gauze tent. The thin gauze collapsed and fell silently to the ground.

Pillow Chun hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves, and a petal of peony gold and jade was scattered on his head.

Su Bai's face turned white with shock, his eyes were quick, and he hurriedly picked up the gauze tent, blocking the face of Pillow Chun with one hand, and hurriedly rehung the gauze tent on the other wall.

The attendants around him also heard the movement, and when they came to the palace, they were about to take down the two of them.

"Wait." Pillow Chun stroked his hand on the seat and flicked his sleeve: "It's okay to dance weapons." ”

Zhao Ye was frightened, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, but the person was sincere: "I didn't take the light sword well, so I asked the master to pick it up, so I abruptly surprised the little master of the concubine!" If you want to fight or kill, just come at me, don't implicate my master! ”

Ji Xuwu threw the halberd on the ground, the halberd weighed thirty pounds, and when it landed, it stirred up smoke and dust. He said: "If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is wrong." ”

Pillow Chunxin said, but it is a pair of loving and righteous master and apprentice, with a smile and relief: "It is common to miss occasionally, let alone a weapon that has never been bladed." It's just one thing, if you enter the palace to dance the sword weapon, and then you will be amazed by the thousand-year-old Niangniang, long live the master, none of us will be able to fall well. I thought that Mr. Void was a good person......"

Zhao Ye listened, and his face turned bad: "What does the little master mean, as long as my master, don't want me?" ”

Ji Wuwu gave up his hand: "If there is only one left, the two of us will go to the neighborhood to perform arts." Zhao Ye is still young, if he is alone, he can't rest assured. ”

Pillow Chun thought about it for a while, the young man named Zhao Ye was really a bit clever and brutal, and he didn't look like an artist, but like a martial arts material. With a move in his heart, he pointed his finger at his chin and said, "Now it's a filling workshop, and it's not a ...... to recruit soldiers."

Zhao Ye looked a little disappointed, buried his head and refused to speak.

"Thank you, little master." Ji Xuwu arched his hand, neither humble nor arrogant, and got up to retreat.

"Wait......" he called, "Since Mr. Void has come to choose the workshop, he must have a craftsman's heart. If you take your apprentice out, it will be nothing more than a wandering journey to the end of the world, playing tricks, and scribbling your life. It has been a year since the Lord listened to your voice, and since you know what the world is like, why should your disciples follow suit. The owner has a second brother who is the fire chief in the Folding Chong Mansion. The owner can recommend you to find him to enlist in the army, shouldn't the young man establish meritorious deeds and aim in all directions? ”

When Zhao Ye heard that Pillow Chun said that he could be recommended to Zhechong Mansion, his eyes lit up: "I can be a soldier in the mansion?" Can you go to the battlefield! ”

Ji was empty, but he didn't speak.

"Sir's own apprentice, he knows it." Pillow Chun smiled, "This young man is obviously a person who doesn't talk about good-looking things but only wins, where is the material for sword dancers." The master sees that he has a straightforward and shrewd temperament, but he seems to be a capable fighter, and he may not be able to become a general in the future. ”

Zhao Ye yearns for riding horses to fight in his heart, and he loves to listen to war stories and watch military dramas since he was a child. I will listen to what Pillow Spring said, and my mind is full of stories about riding horses and whipping Guan Shanyue, where can I still endure it in my heart! Then he looked at Ji Void with a pleading look: "Master......"

Ji shook his head silently and leaned over to thank him.

Pillow Chun pointed out that Su Bai would take Zhao Ye down and write him a letter of recommendation.

The huge side hall has to be separated by a gauze tent between the pillow spring and Ji Void, which is ethereal and misty.

The corner of the gauze tent slowly scratched the lichen, and the pillow spring cleared his voice and said, "This is to keep Mr. Nothingness." I just don't know whether Mr. should belong to music, music, or writing and arrangement. Therefore, Mr. Question: Can you compose music and write plays? ”

Ji Xuwu replied: "Even if you make some vulgar songs, you can't get into the hall of elegance." ”

"Please also ask the gentleman to sing a few sentences at will, so that the master can have a discernment." So he served him tea within.

Ji didn't respond, sipped tea and moistened his throat, sat on the ground, and tried to pluck the pipa twice.

The sound of the pipa was also cold, and the two palace merchants snorted. Pillow Chun couldn't see his appearance clearly through the tent, and he could only vaguely distinguish a resolute cheek. Ji Xuwu's voice was clear, similar to Qin Qing as mentioned in Tang Wen, and it had the potential to resound and exhaust the clouds. But his voice was slow and uncomfortable.

Sing first: "Laughing and saying that the poor can drink love water......"

Pillow Chun's heart was stagnant, and he gently lifted the cuffs and pressed them on the point of Emerald Bibao Ruyi hairpin on his head. She was wearing a peacock green jade ring on her hand, and she gently bumped it in her fingertips. Those jewels, the orange warmth reflected in the slanting sun, dyed with a color, illuminating an incomparably gorgeous and rich color.

Ji Wuwu sang again: "Hate me for standing up, sitting, lying down and sighing......"

Pillow Spring remembered the lights that stopped from the courtyard every night, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Those who are like me often see it, and those who know me hope to ......"

"Sir is a man with a story, and the owner has understood." Pillow Chun rubbed the jade ring and lowered his eyelids, "Mr. wrote to his sweetheart." ”

"Clumsy Jing has passed away."

"Oh......" Pillow Chun sneered, "Mr. The tune is well written, the singing is good, and the pipa is also wonderful." First go to the court to record the name, take the pipa as the seat, and be the gentleman who writes and arranges. ”

Ji Xuwu took the order, and when he left, it seemed to be a cloud of smoke that was gently sucked away, leaving Zhuchun alone to look at the ring on his hand in a daze.

is so cautious and cautious, only a few people are left in one day. Listening to Su Bai's report, Xue Chuling ordered 20 prostitutes and 10 actors to stay in the ban. Su Bai was still worried about the roster, and advised Pillow Chun: "The side is also left to the little master, only this Mr. Ji Wuwu, who is a Hu man and a widower, is not innocent and decent in the end." If there is any investigation in the future, it will always get in the way of the little master. ”

Pillow Chun said: "She Xue Chuling is not afraid of leaving twenty daughters, when will she be able to provoke a widower." ”