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Jiang He couldn't help but be full of curiosity about this Li Qiubai, who had never met before, a person who had never cultivated the Tao suddenly became a cultivator one day, and then became a demi-saint in the southern kingdom? What a legendary thing.

Jiang He touched the faint scar on the back of his hand, and then asked, "Then isn't his apprentice Li Qiushuang very powerful?"

Hu Xiaoliu shook his head and said disdainfully: "One pus." It's just that he borrowed Li Qiubai's reputation and then showed off his might in this southern country, cultivating at the age of nine, but by the age of seventeen, he hadn't crossed the peak of the Condensation Realm. ”

"Can I beat him, then?"

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He at the wine bowl, and then said seriously: "Master Jiang, this is not funny. ”

Jiang He nodded, and then replied seriously: "But my sword is stronger than his." ”

Hu Xiaoliu waved his hand and stared at Jiang He with a serious expression.

"That's because he didn't use the True Yuan. ”

"If he wants to kill you, he only needs the power of Yicheng's True Yuan, but he is not bold enough to kill someone in the examination room of the Ministry of Rites. ”

As he spoke, Hu Xiaoliu poured another bowl of wine, and the wine in the copper kettle was almost gone, and Hu Xiaoliu frowned a little unhappily.

"You don't know how strong a cultivator is, Jiang Ye. ”

Jiang He nodded, and the wind and rain in the alley that night are still fresh in his memory. Although he was so confident in his swordsmanship, he didn't even have the power to fight back under the hands of the nameless beggar.

Jiang He sighed, got up and went to the house to get a pot of wine, which was sent by the cook next door two days ago, saying that he didn't know how to drink and simply gave it to Jiang He. Jiang He poured the wine into the copper kettle, went to the stove house, took some wolfberry rock candy and threw it into the kettle.

A new pot of wine is rising, and this conversation naturally cannot end there.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He in admiration and said, "Jiang Ye's family also has wine to drink, very good, very good. ”

Jiang He smiled, and then sat down, the three pots of fish in front of him were already cold, but the heat of summer did not make the oil on the skin solidify, but it just made people lose their appetite.

"Why don't I have the guy take these dishes and heat them up?"

Jiang He shook his head and said, "No need, if you don't have any snacks, go to the stove room to get some broad beans to eat." ”

Hu Xiaoliu smiled, went to the kitchen with a big grin and picked up a handful of fried broad beans, and then sat back at the table.

The wine was already hot, and Jiang He was waiting for the wine to boil, so that it would not be easy to get drunk after drinking, but Hu Xiaoliu was already impatient to pour himself another bowl.

Jiang He also peeled a broad bean and threw it into his mouth, which was a little hard and a little crispy.

He swallowed the broad beans in his mouth to make sure there were no remnants before he asked again, "Second question, do you know about the Ivy League?"

Hu Xiaoliu chewed on broad beans and said inarticulately, "What will?"

He didn't care about the rules of eating and sleeping.

"Ivy League. ”

Hu Xiaoliu sighed, indicating that he heard clearly, and then took a sip of wine and said, "I know, I have participated in it all." ”

Jiang He looked at him and said, "Have you participated?"

Hu Xiaoliu held his head high and replied: "Of course! I was a student of the National Protectorate back then, so what was unusual. ”

"Does it matter?"

Hu Xiaoliu shook his head, he was too lazy to despise Jianghe's shallow observations.

"One of the inner court assessments of the Protectorate is this Ivy League. I heard that the results of this year's Ivy League competition accounted for eight-tenths of the assessment. ”

"That's what they call the monastic assessment?"

"Which do you think it is?"

Jiang He thought to himself, I thought it was those magic balls in the movies I had seen before, and as soon as I put my hand on it, I flashed a few lights and it was over.

"Master Jiang, why are you asking this?" Hu Xiaoliu asked puzzledly as he picked up his wine.

Jiang He looked at the gnawed fava bean shell in front of him and replied, "I want to participate in the Green Ivy Conference." ”

"Poof!"

Hu Xiaoliu gushed out a mouthful of hot wine, Jiang Heyan hurried to dodge, but unfortunately the wound on his body hindered his movement, and he was still sprayed half of his body by Hu Xiaoliu.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Hu Xiaoliu hurriedly put down the wine bowl and went to the house to get the towel and handed it to Jiang He, who took the towel in his hand with a black face.

"No, Jiang Ye, did you knock your head on the door panel just now?"

Jiang He threw the towel on the table unhappily, and Hu Xiaoliu continued: "That's the Qingteng Conference, and all the participants are outstanding cultivators in the world, and it's not enough for you to stuff others' teeth." ”

"I know. ”

This time it was Hu Xiaoliu's turn to have a black line on his face, and he didn't know what kind of nerves Jiang He had made. He thought to himself that Jiang He must have hit the door in his head just now, and it was not light, it must be like this.

"Do you know why it's called the Ivy League?"

Jiang He shook his head.

"Because there is a Hanyuan Hall in Kyoto City, and there is an attic behind the Hanyuan Hall called Qingteng Pavilion. Qingteng Pavilion was built under the auspices of the emperor that year, there are nine floors in it, originally called Jiushang Pavilion, but later because the green vine on the side of the building grew luxuriantly, and the building went up, so it was simply called Qingteng Pavilion later. ”

Hu Xiaoliu paused, took a sip of wine and moistened his throat and continued: "This Qingteng Pavilion is not simple, it was the exclusive attic where the emperor resigned to the dean for cultivation and retreat, but the dean only likes to travel all over the world and does not want to stay in this Kyoto city, but he is very enthusiastic but has to accept it, so he personally arranged this Qingteng Pavilion and spent a lot of energy to build it into a treasure land for cultivation and enlightenment. ”

The more Hu Xiaoliu spoke, the more excited he became, his eyebrows fluttered, he stood up, and then stepped on the stone bench, he felt that he had turned into a storyteller in the teahouse at the moment, wearing a long shirt and a paper fan, the only thing missing was a piece of astonishing wood on the table.

He took the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp, raised his sleeve and wiped it, and then continued to introduce Jiang He.

"Uh... Oh, yes, Qingteng Pavilion. ”

"This attic has nine floors, from low to high, and each floor has left the dean's cultivation perception and some of his Taoist moves, of course, the degree of profundity is also from shallow to deep, gradually increasing from the bottom of the building to the top. You must know, who is the dean, and if he can comprehend the slightest wisp of enlightenment, it is worth many years of penance for yourself!"

Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu, who was spitting, and he didn't know how true or false his words were, but it was not easy to interrupt him when he saw his elated appearance.

Later, the dean stipulated that this Qingteng Pavilion would be opened once every four years, which was the same as the time of the small examination in the inner courtyard. Moreover, the dean also said that all cultivators in the world who have not yet reached the realm of transforming into gods can participate in the Qingteng Conference, and as long as they are listed in the top ten, they can enter the pavilion for three days. So every time the Ivy League is held, Kyoto City is very lively. ”

Hu Xiaoliu paused, and said mysteriously to Jiang He: "Do you know what this opportunity for Qingteng Pavilion to participate in enlightenment is called?"

Jiang He shook his head.

"Climb the stairs competition!"

Jiang He almost didn't squirt out a sip of hot wine like Hu Xiaoliu when he heard this, he looked at Hu Xiaoliu with a strange expression and said, "This is your name again, right?"

Hu Xiaoliu looked at him in surprise and said, "How do you know." ”

"Only you would take such a straightforward and popular name for such an elegant and sacred thing. ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at him unhappily and continued: "You don't understand. There is a powerful seal left by the dean in this nine-story attic, and after entering, the cultivation will be suppressed, and the higher it goes, the more difficult it becomes, so many years have passed, and there are only a handful of people who have climbed to the ninth floor, and these people have all become legends in the future. ”

Jiang He looked at him in disbelief and asked, "You know so well, have you ever been there?"

Hu Xiaoliu was choked up when he heard this, and said ashamedly: "No." ”

"Does that mean you're making these things up?" Jiang He's tone instantly rose a degree, he felt that he had been deeply deceived, and he almost didn't grab the green shirt sword in front of him and stabbed Hu Xiaoliu in front of him.

Hu Xiaoliu was slightly angry, slapped his palm on the table, and said seriously: "! If I hadn't just stepped into the condensation realm when I participated in the Qingteng Conference, I would have been standing on the ninth floor and smiling proudly." ”

"Huh... ”

"Oh, don't believe it, anyway, as long as the cultivators in the world know about these things, what did I lie to you. ”

Jiang He grabbed another broad bean and peeled it and ate it, the wine was already boiling, and he poured another bowl for himself.

The wine in Hu Xiaoliu's bowl had been drunk by him, and he also picked up the copper kettle and poured it for himself, and then continued: "I also heard that if you go to the ninth floor, there will be a mysterious reward left by the dean himself behind the door!"

Jiang He pouted, he had just eaten a rotten broad bean. He spit out the broad beans in his mouth and asked, "Then who has been to the ninth floor?"

Hu Xiaoliu scratched his head, thought hard for a long time, and then broke his fingers and counted carefully: "Hmm... There was a girl in the northern country who went there, and there was a bald little monk who went up, and I don't remember the others, oh, by the way! Li Qiubai went up. ”

"Li Qiubai?!"

"Yes, when he came down, he also babbled and said, I see. ”

"I see? You probably made it up again, right?"

Hu Xiaoliu slapped another chapter on the table, and scolded Jiang He sternly: "Please don't question my memory! I think I got full marks in my arithmetic and historical questions in the primary test back then!"

Jiang He waved his hand, noncommittal.

Hu Xiaoliu picked up the wine and blew it, then took a sip lightly and smashed his mouth. He put down the bowl and looked at Jiang He, and then said with a serious expression: "So, do you still want to go to the Qingteng Conference?"

Jiang He also picked up the wine bowl, he looked at Hu Xiaoliu standing in front of him, nodded lightly, and said, "Of course, I still have to go and win the first place." ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He in a daze, and then stared at his glasses for a full half a moment, making sure that he didn't see Jiang He's weird eyes like crazy.

He raised his hand and patted his forehead, and then he realized that he had made a mistake, so he slapped it on Jiang He's head, and Jiang He looked at him, leaning to the side, dodging.

Hu Xiaoliu couldn't touch Jiang He's head, so he had to withdraw his hand and said with a serious face: "Forget it, you must have a fever or hit your head, and I'm too lazy to talk to you." ”

Jiang He grinned and said, "Sixth Master, what if I take this first?"

When Hu Xiaoliu heard this, he laughed, then pointed to the sky above his head and said, "Jiang Ye, if you take the first place, I will take off the sun in the sky for you." ”

Jiang He smiled slightly and stopped talking.

The cicadas chirped and were irritable and disturbing, Jiang He suddenly remembered something, and then said to Hu Xiaoliu: "By the way, how do you know that I am in the examination room of the Ministry of Rites today?"

"I'll bring you a letter, but I saw that there was no one in your courtyard, so I thought you were going to take the exam, and it was thanks to me that I acted in time and didn't continue to wait and see, otherwise you would have been arrested in the black prison of the Royal Forest Army now. ”

"That means you're already there, and I was almost killed!"

Hu Xiaoliu found that he had missed his mouth, smiled awkwardly, and said, "I just want to see your skills." ”

Jiang He stared at Hu Xiaoliu deadly, he was angry, in addition to the young man who still didn't know where to go, Hu Xiaoliu also belonged to a member of the "indispensable contribution".

"Then what do you think of my skills?" Jiang He raised the green-shirted sword in his hand and waved it a little confidently.

"Shit, shit. ”

"Zheng!", the green shirt sword in Jiang He's hand made a sharp sound, and stabbed straight at Hu Xiaoliu!

Hu Xiaoliu raised his finger lightly, a frost condensed, and the sword in Jiang He's hand was lightly sandwiched between his fingers!

"If you are in the worldly world, you have practiced your swordsmanship well. Hu Xiaoliu bent his fingers slightly, and Jiang He's sword was gently pressed down by him, and Hu Xiaoliu continued with an expression on his face: "But compared to the cultivator, it is still too far behind. ”

"You won very lucky, Li Qiushuang's sword intent is indeed inferior to yours, because he learned Li Qiubai's sword, and that swordsmanship is only known to Li Qiubai. ”

"And what you learned is the Haoyue Sword Technique, the most basic and quintessential sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. If you face your boss Tu Yuchao, you don't even have a chance to play the sword. ”

Hu Xiaoliu turned his fingers slightly, the tip of the sword was facing himself, Jiang He let go of the green shirt sword in his palm, Hu Xiaoliu turned his wrist slightly, the handle came to his palm, he held the sword and waved it gently.

The moon is shining!

A hazy sword intent swept across the small courtyard, the rubble on the roof seemed to be blown by the wind, and the tiles on the edge seemed to tremble lightly for a while, but it didn't seem to be.

A splash of powder like snow floated down from the top of the river's head, and when the river looked up, the outermost row of tiles on the roof was neatly cut off an inch...