"Master Ximen, do you have a problem looking at the map?" Mo Qiu said.

"Well, no problem, your faction's Tianshan Nine Sword Diagram is indeed the same root as the Tianshan Nine Sword Diagram of my Ximen Mountain Villa. Simon Zhenxing nodded while watching.

Seeing this, Mo Qiushui also opened the wooden box, took out the swordsmanship atlas given to her by Ximen Zhenxing, looked at it carefully, and after a moment, he smiled with satisfaction: "The owner of Ximen Zhuang is also a person who keeps his promises, and there is no problem with the swordsmanship atlas." ”

Ximen Zhenxing smiled: "This is natural, I, Ximen Zhenxing, speak for words." Now that our sword spectrum has been exchanged, do you have to write a certificate for the remaining two conditions promised by your faction?"

Mo Qiushui said: "What the owner of Ximen Zhuang said is extremely true. Then he took out a piece of letterhead from his pocket and handed it to Simon Zhenxing: "This is a covenant written by my father's pen, please look at it." ”

Simon Zhenxing took the letterhead and opened it, took out the letter, and read it carefully. After reading it, he put the letter in his arms and put it away, and said with a smile: "Great, what Master Mo said is really in line with my heart." ”

Mo Qiushui smiled and took out an iron token from his pocket, and said to Ximen Zhenxing: "This is a token of the elder of the outer gate of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect to take the earthquake to take the uncle, this time the father of the family has another explanation, so that I can accept the apprentice on behalf of the uncle, and the son of no compassion can pay homage to this card." ”

"Very good, very good, then wait for an auspicious day of the zodiac, and then let Bei'er perform a great gift of worship. Simon Zhenxing said.

Mo Qiushui said: "Master Ximen Zhuang, I don't think I need to pick any days, and the children of the rivers and lakes don't have to be so particular." It's better now, after the son of no sorrow has visited the teacher, he will return to the Snow Mountain Sword Sect with us tomorrow. ”

"Well, since Niece Mo said so, there is no need for ordinary red tape. Simon Zhenxing said: "Sadness, come and apprentice." ”

Mo Qiushui turned his head to Shangguan Xiaoyao and said, "Xiaoyao Gongzi, please get up and watch the ceremony for the time being." ”

Shangguan nodded carelessly.

Ximen Zhenxing asked someone to clear out a table and put the incense burner, Mo Qiushui put the iron token in his hand in front of the incense burner, bowed a few times with Zhang Feng and others, and immediately said loudly: "The emperor is above, the thick earth is below, today, the fourth generation disciple of the Qingfeng Hall of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect took advantage of the earthquake to collect the son of Ximen Zhenxing of Ximen Villa, Ximen Wubei, as the fifth generation disciple of the Qingfeng Hall of the Snow Mountain Sect, and taught the martial arts of the Snow Mountain Sword School,...... Courtesy. Ximen Wubei officially became a disciple of the Snow Mountain School. Senior brother, kowtow and get up!"

Ximen Wubei kowtowed respectfully three times, stood up and greeted several people separately: "Senior sister, third senior brother, fifth senior brother, Feng Bo, senior brother this courtesy." ”

When everyone in the village saw that Ximen Wubei had officially become a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, they congratulated one after another.

"Congratulations to Childe for becoming a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect......"

“...... It's good this time, let's see who dares to beat the idea of our mountain villa sword book in the future. Simon Zhenxing laughed.

The Snow Mountain Sword School is a well-known top sect in the rivers and lakes, with a century-old heritage, profound heritage, and has always been strict and rigorous in accepting disciples. After three years of assessment, you must choose a young disciple with pure character, outstanding talent, and both ability and political integrity to worship the master. Today, Simon Wubei directly entered Qingfeng Hall to become a disciple, which has to be said to be a thing worth celebrating.

Shangguan Xiaoyao raised his wine glass and nodded at Ximen Wubei, congratulating him on officially joining the Snow Mountain Sword Sect.

After Ximen Wubei saluted Mo Qiushui and a few people, everyone re-seated.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, everyone was drunk, Wei Chen said with a smile: "Master Ximen Zhuang, the family teacher once said that Guizhuang's swordsmanship is extraordinary, and today Wubei Senior Brother has become my disciple of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect again, why don't you take this opportunity to ask Wubei Senior Brother to demonstrate it, and I will also demonstrate the Snow Mountain Sword Technique, and the two factions will confirm each other and learn from each other's strengths, I don't know what Ximen Zhuang's idea is?"

At the moment when everyone in the villa had good things, some people echoed it.

"Okay, just to see the snow mountain swordsmanship......"

“...... Not bad, yes, let's see which one is stronger. ”

Ximen Zhenxing drank a lot of wine, his face was ruddy, listening to the commotion of everyone, he didn't think at all, and smiled with a glass on his face.

Generally speaking, in the rivers and lakes, saying this means a challenge. However, Ximen Wubei had just entered the Snow Mountain Sword Sect as a disciple, and the relationship between the two factions was closer, and Wei Chen's words were quite sincere, and it seemed that he was indeed sincerely seeking advice. Playing martial arts against each other is also a common thing in the rivers and lakes. Just take advantage of the wine banquet and let them show it, and maybe they can also get some inspiration from the snow mountain swordsmanship to help their cultivation reach a higher level.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind, and Ximen Zhenxing laughed and said: "The Ximen swordsmanship created by the ancestors of my Ximen Villa by fusing the three swords in the nine swords of the Tianshan Mountains is indeed a superior swordsmanship in the martial arts, but it is a pity that the descendants of the younger generations are not angry, and they do not have enough understanding of this swordsmanship, and it is not the same thing at all." Now that Master Wei's nephew's proposal is very insightful, the old man asked the dog to demonstrate it, and asked Master Wei's nephew to correct it a lot. ”

After speaking, he ordered: "Bei'er, you can demonstrate our Ximen swordsmanship in the next place, please correct my senior sister and senior brothers." ”

"Yes, please also ask my sister and brother for more advice. Simon Wubei got up and took a long sword from the side, walked to the middle of the field, and made a gesture.

Ximen Zhenxing waved his hand, and the sound of Xiao Se's agitation resounded in the hall.

While drinking, everyone watched Ximen Wusad dance the snow mountain swordsmanship along with the music.

Although Ximen Wubei is only a third-rate master level in the rivers and lakes, this swordsmanship has been carefully trained by Ximen Zhenxing since he was a child, and he is familiar with every move and style, and follows the rhythm of the music to play a set of Ximen swordsmanship.

Ximen Zhenxing saw that his son had played a few tricks, and he was a little annoyed in his heart, this kid is really not the material for learning martial arts, a set of swordsmanship has been practiced for almost twenty years, and it is like this, not to mention the strength, the momentum, even some moves, the direction is wrong, and he suddenly felt that his face was dull, and he poured wine and drank it himself.

Ximen Wubei played half of it, his forehead was already sweating, and he inadvertently saw his father bowing his head and drinking, his face was red, and his mind was distracted, and the swordsmanship that he could play when he was asleep was a little sluggish.

Seeing this, Wei Chen snorted and laughed, and hurriedly picked up a glass of wine to hide his embarrassed look. At first, I saw that Ximen Wubei's swordsmanship was still a little bit at first, but I didn't expect that the more I looked at it, the more I felt that this Wubei junior brother was really weak. No wonder all the sects on the rivers and lakes want to fight the idea of Ximen swordsmanship, I didn't expect the eldest son of Ximen Villa to be so weak, since the sons of the owner of the village are all weak like this, then there is no need for others to say it.

Ximen Wubei finished playing a set of swordsmanship, closed his momentum, and looked around, but there was not a single sound of cheering.

In fact, everyone in the village has long known that this son has poor martial arts, but no one expected that he would play the ancestral swordsmanship of Ximen Villa like this, and they all felt that their faces were gloomy. A few people plan to shout good, but in front of Mo Qiushui and other outsiders, doesn't this good shouting make people feel that the people of Ximen Villa are as short-sighted as the frogs at the bottom of the well, so that outsiders look down on Ximen Villa?

Therefore, some of the people drank wine glasses, and some of them put food in their mouths, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Ximen Wubei coughed dryly, walked to Wei Chen with a red face and saluted: "Please also ask Senior Brother Wei for advice." ”

Without waiting for Wei Chen to answer, Mo Qiushui suddenly clapped his hands and shouted, "Senior Brother Wubei is good at swordsmanship." Everyone was stunned and looked at her.

Just now, Ximen Wubei was practicing swords in the field, and Mo Qiushui had been chatting with Shangguan Xiaoyao, and his eyes didn't look at him at all. When Ximen Wubei came over and said to Wei Chen, please advise, Mo Qiushui thought that Ximen Wubei had finished practicing, so he applauded.

Ximen Wubei's embarrassed neck also turned red, and he said to Mo Qiushui: "Please also ask Senior Sister for more advice." ”

Mo Qiushui slapped his slap a few times, and when he saw that no one around him echoed him, he was stunned for a moment, stopped clapping his hands, looked at the people around him, and saw that they were all looking at him with a look of surprise.

Simon was sad, his head sank lower, and he couldn't wait to find a hole in the ground to get into.

Ximen Zhenxing heard Mo Qiushui suddenly praise his son's swordsmanship, he was stunned for a moment, and then he understood, and his heart was grateful, this little girl was afraid of refuting the face of Ximen Villa and Bei'er, so she deliberately said that. put down the wine glass at the moment and smiled at everyone: "The dog is young, and today in front of everyone is really ugly." ”

When everyone in the villa heard Mo Qiushui and Ximen Zhenxing's questions and answers, they came back to their senses and praised each other.

"Childe is a good sword......"

“...... is worthy of being the eldest son, and he really has a good sword. ”

"Childe's swordsmanship, it's just amazing......"

Mo Qiushui saw that everyone praised each other, and thought that everyone had just been shocked by Ximen Wubei's swordsmanship, and forgot to applaud for a while, and only came back to his senses after being reminded by himself, and felt quite proud in his heart.