Jiang He felt the moment when the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated, he raised his left hand and pulled out the oil-paper umbrella sandwiched under his armpit, he held his hand horizontally, turned the umbrella into a knife, and stepped on the green brick on the ground with a twist of his feet, and then suddenly exerted force on his waist, and a fine dust rose from the soles of his feet, and this majestic force drove his body to twist violently from the bottom up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The wind had already blown in front of his face, and the hair in Jiang He's ears was blown wantonly.

There was a violent vibration from the end of the umbrella handle in his hand, and a sharp and strong force was transmitted along the umbrella handle to the arm of the river, and his cuffs were also blown up, like a kite blown away by a strong wind, whirring and floating.

Everything happened too fast, from the cold snort that Jiang He heard to the time he turned to resist the blow, it was only a few breaths.

Click!

A muffled sound came, and the umbrella bone of the ordinary oil-paper umbrella in Jiang He's hand made a soft cracking sound, like a broken celery root pitifully held between Jiang He's palms.

At the handle of the umbrella in Jiang He's hand, a blue-black brush gently slid down and smashed heavily on the bluestone slab, making a soft sound, and the violent wind disappeared. Jiang He frowned, staring at the brush on the ground and the young man in white in front of him, the brush was from his hand, and there was a little ink, splashed on Jiang He's sleeve.

The young man who was standing in front of the door also turned around, still with his hands on his waist, but there was no smile between his eyebrows, and he looked at the man who made the move coldly.

The young man was dressed in a snow-white robe, and a row of diagonal buttons was neatly and orderly arranged from between his neck. Each button is sewn exquisitely, and the buttons are also separated by equal distances, which looks very rigorous and careful.

There is a purple-black plum blossom embroidered next to the second button, which looks extremely enchanting and weird.

"What are you going to do?!" the young man pointed at the young man in white and accused loudly, but he didn't see any imposing momentum, more like an inquiry.

The white-clothed young man's face was a little impatient, and there were several young men of his age standing behind him, all of whom looked at Jiang He and the two with haughty faces.

"If you don't roll, it's not an umbrella that will break. Another young man held another brush in his hand and said to the two people in a cold tone. At this time, the onlookers outside had already seen the fight of several people in Jianghe, and the guards who maintained order also walked here with knives.

"Isn't that young man Li Hanshuang?" someone recognized the young man in white.

"He is Li Hanshuang?Li Qiubai's student?"

"That's right, it's called the candidate who is most likely to enter the inner court this year. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and some people looked at Jiang He and the two curiously, who was Li Hanshuang, they naturally knew that Li Qiubai's apprentice was the only apprentice. Li Qiubai is the first talented person in the south, his poetry and deeds are known to the world, and his cultivation is even more unfathomable, and the legend is that he has vaguely stepped into the realm of the half-saint.

As Li Qiubai's apprentice, it is a little difficult for Li Hanshuang not to become famous, and his cultivation and swordsmanship inheritance are already enough to stand proudly among his peers.

The guards walked in front of everyone, saw Li Hanshuang in front of them, turned their heads and shouted loudly to Jiang He: "How can there be trouble in the examination room?

Hearing this, Jiang He shook his head and sighed lightly, he gently smoothed the tattered paper umbrella in his hand. Although the young man beside him was at fault for blocking the way, the young man in white in front of him made a brazen move, and he did not restrain himself, if ordinary people were seriously injured by this blow. Seeing the attitude of the officers and soldiers and the voices of the people outside the wall, the river was already roughly clear.

He looked at the young man in white and said softly, "It's not right for you to do this. ”

Seeing that Jiang He didn't care about himself, the soldier's eyes went around from front of him to the white-clothed young man behind him, he was furious, took out the knife on his waist and said coldly to Jiang He: "If you continue to stir up trouble, go to the official mansion with me." ”

The young man in white was still looking at Jiang He expressionlessly, just listening to Jiang He's words, a light smile rose from the corner of his mouth, with disdain and pride, as if watching an insignificant ant wave his hand against the sky.

Jiang He shook his head again, looked at the guard in front of him who had already drawn his knife and said, "Originally, it was the young master behind you who first shot to hurt people, but now he says that I am causing trouble, isn't this black and white reversed?"

The officer and soldier choked up when he heard this, looking at Jiang He's clear eyes and his eyebrows that were slightly furrowed with anger, and he didn't know how to answer, but as soon as he thought of the identity of the son behind him, all his thoughts turned into a cold snort.

"This examination room is highly disciplined, you stir up trouble here, and obstruct official business, come and take away. ”

Several guards also came from outside the courtyard and surrounded Jianghe, and the young man beside Jianghe scooped up his sleeves, and then shouted at the crowd outside: "Okay, bending the law for personal gain and arresting people, where is the law of the southern country!"

The crowd looked at this side noisily, looking at Jiang He and the others with some curiosity, there were a few unknown onlookers who had already moved closer to here, the leading soldier's face sank, he thought that he could scare and scare Jiang He and the two of them and then take them down to calm the matter, but he didn't meet these two hard stubbles that didn't know the height of the sky.

As the number of onlookers outside grew, they got closer and closer, and a few soldiers had to raise their knives to stop the curious crowd who continued to lean inside, while some climbed over the wall and squatted on the side of the wall to watch the situation inside.

The leading officers and soldiers knew that they could not delay for a long time, otherwise it would be even more difficult to explain when the time came, he felt very annoyed in his heart, the group of teenagers behind him was like a heavy burden on his heart, those unruly young men represented the huge families or bureaucrats in this Kyoto City and the southern country, and any one of them made him have to look up, and the two poor scholars in front of him were really not an important level compared to them.

Thinking of this, he had to snort coldly, holding the knife in his right hand, and grabbing Jiang He with his left hand, his shot was as fast as thunder, and at a glance, he knew that he was a person who often practiced martial arts, and he wanted to subdue Jiang He with one blow to avoid another incident, and the guards behind him also followed, attacking Jiang He and the young man behind him.

Jiang He looked at the palm he grabbed and snorted coldly. He raised the paper umbrella in his hand, the umbrella bone of the paper umbrella had been broken, he pinched the short crack as if holding a double-edged sword, the tip of the umbrella turned, one end towards himself, the other towards the palm of the hand.

The soldier's head palm was indeed very fast, and he couldn't see it clearly in the eyes of ordinary people, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jiang He, and as long as he grabbed Jiang He's wrist, he could be subdued in an instant.

"Smack!"

As if a teacher was admonishing a disobedient student, an extremely crisp sound came, and the tip of the oil-paper umbrella in Jiang He's hand hit the back of the palm that hit at great speed.

The leading soldier suddenly felt that his palm was as if it had been hit by a falling boulder, and a majestic force came from the back of his palm, he looked at the tattered oil-paper umbrella in Jiang He's hand and the back of his hand that was swollen instantly, and fell to the ground with a bang, the force was too great for him to balance his body rushing forward.

Jiang He didn't stop with a blow, turned his wrist, and the paper umbrella in his hand turned up into an attack, he took half a step forward with his left foot, and then raised his right hand and swept forward.

"Bang! bang!"

Like the sound of a pestle smashing clothes, one after another sounded more crisp than the other, Jiang He slapped the umbrella with his backhand, and kept turning his wrist, looking like a dancing stick, this kind of attack was very laborious, and it didn't look lethal.

But every time the tip of the umbrella slapped on a soldier's shoulder, the man would find himself as if he had carried a thousand pounds of burden, and the gravity of his shoulders made him unable to straighten his waist at all, and one after another the soldier fell to his knees under his legs.

Jiang He stood by the door, his hand trembled slightly, he turned his wrist, and some feeling of detachment came from his right arm. The leading soldier stood up with difficulty, his body was very embarrassed and covered with dust, his left hand was swollen like a steamed bun, his eyes were full of incredulity, he really couldn't believe that the oil-paper umbrella in Jiang He's hand that was so tattered that there were only a few umbrella skeletons could have such great power.

The young man took a step forward and came down from the threshold, with an exaggerated and smiling smile on his face again, as if it was not Jiang He who had defeated this group of soldiers just now, but himself.

He raised his hand and pointed at the officers and soldiers who were still lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and said contemptuously: "Just this ability to be a thug for others?" After speaking, he stared at Li Hanshuang again, and the provocation on the corner of his mouth was full of meaning.

Li Hanshuang didn't seem to see him, he just looked behind his back, looking at the broken paper umbrella in Jiang He's hand, "Where did you learn the Haoyue Sword Technique." ”

Yes, the few sticks that Jiang He just now seemed to shoot indiscriminately were the Haoyue Sword Technique, the decent sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect! These two styles are the two strongest styles of Haoyue swordsmanship, taking the meaning of the big open and wide open ground offensive and the boundless Haoyue. It is also Jiang He's only two moves, this sword technique is vast and majestic, he tried his best to deduce to understand two of the moves, this is the first time he has used it, a little obscure, although the effect seems to be good, but he feels not very satisfied.

And Li Qiushuang of course didn't know Jiang He's thoughts, he only knew Haoyue Sword Technique, if he knew that Jiang He just watched it once and deduced it, the contempt in his eyes might turn sour.

But he didn't know, so he asked, the Haoyue Sword Technique represents the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has never produced this disciple who has not even reached the first knowledge realm.

Jiang He turned his wrist again, this was the third time he moved his wrist today, and he felt a little tired. Before he could speak, the young man spoke again: "Li Qiushuang, why don't you apologize to me and my brother soon?!"

Jiang He heard that three black lines appeared on his forehead, and he thought to himself, who is your brother? This is the first time we met, and I don't know you at all, and more importantly, this time the incident was all caused by you. If you don't scratch your head and stand in the way of others, there will be something behind this?

Jiang He rubbed his palms again, but finally did not speak.

Li Hanshuang finally turned his face to look at the young man beside Jiang He, and a chill began to rise from the bluestone bricks on the ground.