As early as the end of the dragon tide, Zhang Xingyuan had already shocked Su Zhuo to the point of numbness, and this time he was not as shocked as others when he saw Su Zhuo suppress Wu Xiaojie with his hands turned over. In his eyes, if Su Zhuo won the unbounded Yu Qiufeng, it would shock him.

But for Ning Yuchen and Xie Liang and others, this is not the case, since Su Zhuo's fame moved the world, it is the first time to see Su Zhuo make a move, which is really a shock. You must know that half a year ago, Su Zhuo and Shen Baoping's cultivation was among them, but they were all tied for the bottom, Ning Yuchen and Xie Liang were not good enough to have a cultivation like a thought, how did they know that after half a year, Su Zhuo soared into the sky, from just hearing a name that made people shake their heads, and became a figure with the same name as the demons in the world.

said that they would get old together, but he secretly survived.

There's a traitor among them.

Meng Mingli suddenly remembered something, and said: "Brother Su, I will ask you for a calligraphy and painting when I go back, I have to collect it well, look at your uncontrollable posture, in the future, when the old man scolds me for losing things, he will directly take out your handwritten calligraphy and painting, it will definitely be valuable." ”

Su Zhuo scolded with a smile: "My calligraphy and paintings have always been very valuable, if you really want to count, the ten thousand taels of silver you are carrying in your arms now are not enough to buy a painting of mine, so why wait until the future." ”

Meng Mingli looked at him with suspicion and said, "Brother Su, you want to cheat me out of the money in my pocket again." ”

Su Zhuo was happy, this guy didn't have this cleverness when he was slaughtered by profiteers, and as soon as he met his own people, all his cleverness came out.

It's really true that the true feelings can't be kept since ancient times.

Ning Yuchen glanced at the sword on Su Zhuo's waist and asked, "This is the Canglan sword of that little uncle in your Shangqing Palace's Taichang Palace?"

Kou Wan'er was pouring wine for Su Zhuo, and when she heard the three words Canglan Sword, her heart moved slightly, and she also subconsciously looked at Su Zhuo's waist, although the Canglan Sword was not sharp, she could also vaguely feel the power of this sword.

Su Zhuo smiled and said, "This sword looks good." ”

Ning Yuchen rolled his eyes when he heard this.

The sword has a deep relationship with opera, and the sword is slender and light, which is very close to the beauty pursued in opera. Between the moves, light and chic, the charm is free, the posture is varied, the beauty is very rich, and the sword is the most affectionate. The four famous Dans of the Yonghui Dynasty once gathered together to compete for beauty and sensation.

The calligraphy and painting in the world, worship the two halves of calligraphy and painting Situ Yu once watched the first beauty of the Nanshan Sword Sect Mu Yue dancing sword, Situ Yu Xing came to sprinkle the wall, waved the pen like a meteor, and understood the way of calligraphy with the sword, this anecdote is widely circulated, and the interpretation in the opera is particularly wonderful.

Ning Yuchen, who was obsessed with opera, had an unusual affection for the sword carried by the peerless beauty, and couldn't help but say: "It's not bad, this is Shang Qingxuan's sword." ”

Xie Liang, the unscrupulous evil young woman who has played with many women, and for him, women are just playthings that come and go as soon as they are recruited, but when he heard the name of this one, he still couldn't help but show awe and envy, and said: "Su Zhuo, you kid is hiding deep enough, I have never heard you talk about this little uncle of the Shangqing Palace, and I borrowed the sword from her without making a sound, and it has spread all over the world, guessing what is the relationship between you and your little uncle, now you are sitting together, you can give the bottom." ”

Su Zhuo smiled: "Friend, I am Zhu Menxuan, she is a demon who is expected to be the first in the world, what special relationship can she have?"

Everyone is unconvinced, you kid said this half a year ago, we still believe it, but now it's difficult.

Zhang Xingyuan drank wine, secretly happy in his heart.

He knew that this Hou Ye and Shang Qingxuan were not just friends, they were also giving gifts and borrowing swords, this time and again, there should not be too much ambiguity.

After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere is high.

Kou Wan'er looked at the three Qingqi people who were playing the qin and playing the kite, and when she saw that the heat was about the same, she stood up and leaned over to give a salute, and the snow-white peaks that almost broke through their clothes loomed: "Your lords are in high spirits, Wan'er will dance for you to cheer up." ”

Ning Yuchen said: "I heard that Kou Huakui is proficient in music and rhythm, can sing and dance, and is also very accomplished in sword dancing, famous far and wide, the most commendable is the sword dance, the sword moves with the rhythm, quite a bit of the style of Muyue back then, why don't you come to a sword dance today?"

Shen Baoping also chimed in: "Okay, Ni Shang Sword Dance!"

He could only hear Kou Wan'er's stunning sword dance in Lingjiang, but he had only heard his voice and not seen it, and when he heard Ning Yuchen mention it, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Kou Wan'er smiled charmingly and said, "Since you say so, Wan'er naturally agreed." However, it is said that Hou Ye is good at painting beautiful pictures, and he is very sought after by Lingjiang women, and now his reputation has spread to Wanghai City, I don't know if Hou Ye has the interest to draw a picture of the sword dance for the slave family. ”

Huo Fengwen also nodded and said, "Why don't you paint a picture of the young marquis?"

Shen Baoping said with a smile: "Brother Su, your opportunity has come, so that Mingli can see your valuable calligraphy and paintings." ”

Su Zhuo smiled slightly and said, "Since Miss Kou is so interested, it won't be beautiful if I shirk it again, and I will be ugly once." ”

Watching the sword dance and painting neon clothes, he is really the first time.

Outside the room were all people waiting to be called, and not long after Su Zhuo's words fell, someone had already prepared the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The guqin is stroked again, and the jade zither is chirping again.

Kou Wan'er walked to the middle, her red sleeves rolled up, and when she held the sword, it was no longer the weak Oiran, but a graceful female sword fairy.

She was once pinned on high hopes by the sect, which was the hope of the revitalization of the sect, and she should have been the sword over the world, but she ended up alone, and when she looked back, she was full of emotions. The sword weapon is the most affectionate, and she passed on all this unwillingness in the sword, and then she had a song "Jade Sword Yin" with red sleeves:

Three cups of sword dancing in the autumn moon, suddenly sad and rippling. The phoenix fell into the red dust, and the red sleeves danced to the feast. The jade cup sucks up and leaks, and the golden sword dances and the flowers move. If you wait for the success of the clothes, the peach blossom smile and kill.

This sword dance was amazing, and everyone gradually looked into the gods, and they drank all the wine in the cup unconsciously.

Xiao Er, who poured wine, came to Su Zhuo with a respectful expression, and the golden wine flowed into Su Zhuo's jade cup along the spout of the pot.

On the occasion of the end of the song.

Su Zhuo dropped the last stroke, and a sword dance of the world was all in the painting.

Tsing Yi Xiaoer's wine jug also fell.

A white jade-colored short sword appeared in his hand.

The blade of the sword is twisted and twisted, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to bite.

In this full hall, it was particularly dazzling, and the edge revealed in an instant made the faces of everyone present change, and Shen Baoping, who had the lowest cultivation, directly turned white.

Huo Feng's eyes widened even more suddenly.

Not only because this is a killing machine from the peak master of the Spirit Bridge Realm.

And he also recognized this sword, the god general Huo Bing once mentioned a sword to him, the sword name is White Snake.

It was the sword of the Immortal Gate, which had once harvested the lives of the monks of the Peerless Realm.

The white snake swooped down on Su Zhuo's throat.