Yunzhou, 800 miles of water surrounds Xia Mountain, overlooking the far away, the lake and the mountains are beautiful, the water and the sky are blue. The autumn breeze is like a colorful paintbrush, dotting the woods with dots of red, yellow, green······ Colorful.

Today, it rained in Lingshui Lake, and it was still raining lightly at first, and then it was getting heavier and heavier, and the whole lake was suddenly shrouded in a layer of mist, and only the outline of Xiashan could be seen.

Zhao Yu changed his appearance, wearing a plain white robe, holding a plain oil-paper umbrella, standing on the deck, standing in the wind, his clothes flying, and in the mist, there was a sense of fluttering immortals. It's just that she looked confused, staring at the lake and not knowing what she was thinking.

Just as she was in her trance, a ship swept through her right like a gale, slashing through the mist, and the speed was staggering.

Zhao Yu was startled and raised his eyes. At the bow of the boat, a tall and long blue figure appeared in her eyes.

Blue, could it be the one who showed up that night?

Zhao Yu only felt a tremor in his heart, and the fingers holding the oil-paper umbrella turned white.

The man did not hold an umbrella, and his whole body was surrounded by a transparent aura formed by internal force, which made the blue more warm, like the blue of the sky with a clear sky and no clouds, clean and transparent, and instantly compared the mountains and rivers of that lake.

Zhao Yu only felt suffocated and couldn't take his eyes off it.

The man seemed to feel Zhao Yu's gaze, turned his head and smiled at her, and then disappeared in the mist.

That smile was like a spark suddenly appearing in the dark, and like a red plum suddenly blooming in the snow, warm and soft, bright and warm.

Zhao Yu felt that something in her heart was quietly growing with this smile, and with a flick of her sleeve robe, her internal force overflowed, and the boat also sped up.

The only port that can reach Kasumiyama is already anchored by hundreds of ships. The colors and patterns of the flags on the ship are different, and it seems that the various factions of the martial arts have come and those who should not come.

Zhao Yu thought of the man in blue, and his heart was anxious, and he quickly headed towards Xia Mountain.

There is Qixia Palace, one of the seven spiritual gates of rivers and lakes, on Xia Mountain, which dominates the Lingshui area.

The mountain road was already guarded by the people of Qixia Palace, and Zhao Yu didn't want to make trouble, so he fled to the woods next to him and quietly approached the mountain gate of Qixia Palace.

At this moment, the rain had stopped, and there seemed to be a fierce fight taking place in the huge palace, and from time to time there were swords intersecting, and the sound of everyone shouting came out.

Zhao Yu remembered the purpose of his coming here, so he had to give up chasing the man in blue, but he didn't have any contact with Wushuang, so he didn't dare to act rashly, he just hid himself under a hidden eaves in the northeast corner, and then leisurely looked at the two people who were fighting in the martial arts training field.

The martial arts training ground is surrounded by the surrounding buildings into a square, and there are two people sitting on the east side of the martial arts training ground, the upper one is a middle-aged man in his forties, his sword eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks at the two people in the field with a worried expression, and the next one is a middle-aged woman in her thirties, who is also looking at the field with an anxious expression, these two people are Mei Changlin, the head of Qixia Palace, and his wife Su Ruoyu.

Behind them stood more than thirty male and female disciples of Qixia Palace.

Sitting in a row of seats in the west are the heads of the various factions in the rivers and lakes, including the Mingkong Master of Putuo Temple, the new head of the Tianxu faction, Wu Yazi, the new head of the Canglin faction, Jin Shi'an, the head of the Wuji Gate, Liu Yishou, the head of the Qiling Palace, Shi Xiaoxiang, the head of the Xuejing Temple, the head of the Lingjian Gate, the surrounding city, Ye Canglian of Liexia Villa, Feng Qinghan of Fengming Villa, Hong Xu of Tiejian Villa, Xu Nanke of Dongyang Villa, and some small gangs along the coast. Behind them were all disciples standing under their disciples, and the eyes of both sides were focused on the fight in the field.

What puzzled Zhao Yu was that these sects were all recognized as famous and decent families on the rivers and lakes, how could they come to this Xia Mountain, could they also be here to compete for the famous sword "Ice Spirit", and why didn't they see the man in blue?

The competition was between a man and a woman, and the two were about seventeen or eighteen years old. The young man was born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, extremely handsome, and the girl was also born extremely beautiful, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a face like a peach blossom. This young man is Li Zimu, the third disciple of Liu Yishou, the head of Wuji Gate, and the girl is Mei Yuewan, Mei Changlin's beloved daughter.

The sword light flashed, and the long sword in Mei Yuewan's hand stabbed at Li Zimu's left chest, and the sword was slashed at his right wrist again. Li Zimu stepped back in a wrong step, the sword in his hand was blocked, and with a bang, the two swords intersected, buzzing.

Mei Yuewan wrapped her sword around Li Zimu's sword with her sword, flipped her wrist, and stabbed at his face.

Li Zimu's body deviated to the left, the sword light passed over his face, shaved off a strand of hair between his sideburns, his eyes couldn't help but stare at it, the sword style in his hand was around, and his left hand pointed at Mei Yuewan's "shoulder well point".

Mei Yue scolded coquettishly, her body slipped like a loach, dodging his point, and the long sword slashed towards his right leg, the sword momentum was like a rainbow, and it was extremely powerful.

This change made Mei Changlin's frowning brows stretch slightly, but Liu Yishou's face became ugly, in fact, judging from Mei Yuewan's shaving off Li Zimu's hair just now, it was already decided who would lose and who would win in this battle.

The two of you have gone back and forth more than 100 times, and they are all going all out.

Mei Changlin cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Brother Liu, according to the old man, the situation is already clear, so there is no need to compare it." ”

Liu Yishou's face was pale, and he was about to speak with a cold face, but there was a sudden exclamation in the field.

It turned out that the long sword in Mei Yuewan's hand seemed to be stabbing at his right leg, but it actually attacked his armpit acupoint, that Li Zimu could have avoided it, but he and Mei Yuewan had more than 100 moves but still didn't take advantage of it, and he couldn't help but get anxious, so he didn't retreat but advanced under the psychological of seeking victory, and attacked her door, which was exactly what Mei Yuewan wanted.

Li Zimu only felt a pain in his arm, almost unable to hold the sword, and then there was a warm and sticky feeling of blood staining his clothes.

Mei Yuewan put away her long sword and clasped her fists and saluted: "Accept." ”

Li Zimu's face was pale, but he still returned the salute and said, "Thank you Miss Mei for your mercy." ”

Mei Changlin was overjoyed, smiled slightly, and said: "Everyone, in these three competitions, my Qixia Palace has won two games, the so-called three games and two wins, it seems that this providence also wants me to keep the famous sword "Ice Spirit" in Qixia Palace, you should have no opinion." ”

Liu Yishou lost face in front of everyone, and he had nothing to say, just snorted coldly.

"Master Mei is really blessed to have given birth to such a good daughter. However, the evil ways of the rivers and lakes that want to snatch the famous sword "Ice Spirit" are much more powerful, and with a small Qixia Palace, I am afraid that it will not be able to protect the safety of the famous sword "Ice Spirit". Shi Xiaoxiang, the master of the Seven Tombs Hall, said casually.

"What Master Shi said is very true. The famous sword "Ice Spirit" is a magic weapon that everyone yearns for in the martial arts, and those evil ways in the rivers and lakes will inevitably rise up to seize it, and the head of Mei is afraid that he will not be able to take care of it, so why not set up a sword protection alliance at the request of everyone to protect the safety of the famous sword "Ice Spirit". Master Mingkong, what do you think? Jin Shi'an nodded.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Mingkong's body, waiting for his decision.

"Amitabha." Master Mingkong pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "Since Master Mei said that he could protect the famous sword "Ice Spirit" from falling into the hands of the evil sect, then it is not easy for us to force it, not to mention that the famous sword "Ice Spirit" suddenly appeared in Xia Mountain, and we should respect the wishes of Master Mei. ”

The status of Putuo Temple in the martial arts has always been extremely lofty, and although Master Mingkong is not the abbot of Putuo, he is also a high-ranking monk.

"Master Mei, are you sure that your Qixia Palace can protect the famous sword "Ice Spirit"? "The owner of the Iron Sword Mountain Villa, Hong Xu, is a straight man, although he heard Master Mingkong say this, he was still not at ease, so he asked.

"Master Hong Zhuang rest assured, the old man has set up a strange array to protect the famous sword "Ice Spirit", this array even people who know the strange array cannot crack it, you can rest assured. Mei Changlin said proudly.

As soon as Mei Changlin's words fell, a sneer came from above his head. Everyone looked up and saw a young man sitting on the eaves above Mei Changlin, who was holding a purple gold gourd in his hand, pouring wine into his mouth, and a smell of wine spread around.

Mei Changlin's face changed, and with his decades of cultivation, he didn't know when this young man was on this roof. So he said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why did you break into my Qixia Palace?" ”

Everyone's faces also changed, and none of the people present were not first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and no one found this young man.

Zhao Yu was already a little bored hiding in the dark and watching the field, and suddenly heard a familiar voice, and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

The boy took a sip of wine, bowed his head and smiled at everyone, a pair of dimples on his cheeks, and he was extremely handsome, this smile was really bright. I only heard him say: "It doesn't matter who this son is, I just want to tell you that you sanctimonious martial arts righteous sword "Ice Spirit" is in danger. ”

"Your Excellency is really good at laughing, no one can break the Nine Ghosts and Three Immortals Array, Your Excellency should not be alarmist here." Mei Changlin shouted.

The young man sighed helplessly and said, "My son has the heart to report to you, but you don't believe it, if you really lose the treasure, then you can't regret it." ”

"Nonsense······" Before Mei Changlin's words were finished, he heard a panicked voice.

"Boss... The boss is not good, someone breaks in... Break into the back mountain to steal the Ice Spirit Sword. "This person is covered in blood and extremely embarrassed," Senior Brother... Someone has already been sent to the back mountain. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Mei Yuewan had already supported this person and exclaimed, "Senior brother, are you okay?" ”

The man shook his head.

"Look, I'm right." The boy gloated.

"Master Mei, I think it's better to go to the back mountain quickly, otherwise it's too late to regret it." Wu Yazi reminded Mei Changlin, who was pale.

"Yes, while everyone is here, let's go and support." Ye Canglian also said.

"Don't bother you, I can handle this kind of thing in Qixia Palace." Mei Changlin said coldly, "Everyone, please go down the mountain." ”

"Amitabha. Master Mei, now that the situation is critical, Master Mei will let everyone help. Otherwise, the Ice Spirit Sword will be stolen, and the consequences will be unimaginable. Master Mingkong persuaded.

"Husband, Master Mingkong is right, let everyone help." Su Ruoyu said.

Seeing this, Mei Yuewan also persuaded her: "Daddy, the overall situation is important, so you can agree." ”

Mei Changlin sighed and said, "It's so rewarding for everyone." Let's go. ”

So they went back to the mountain.

Seeing this, the young man on the eaves showed a sly smile, threw the wine gourd, and walked away.

Zhao Yu's figure flickered and followed the young man.