"This sword intent is unusual",

Lu Hong opened his palm, stretched his right arm, felt some remnants in the air, smiled and retracted his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The people on the left and right can't help but be surprised, this radius is full of elegant tea fragrance, where does the sword intent come from?

Li Qiushi was not surprised, he admired Lu Hong, at least in the realm of swordsmanship.

The disciple of the Red Mansion who was in charge of greeting the visitors was extraordinary, and said with a smile: "This must be Lu Hong, who has recently become famous in Heluo, but he is keen, and he will not tell you that Cheng Jiao, the prince of Qin State, has just passed since then, and it should be the sword intent he left behind."

"Cheng Jiao?", Lu Hong shook his head and said with a smile: "He still can't comprehend this kind of sword intent",

The young disciple of the Red Chamber laughed dryly, he never thought that he would offend people in such a grand manner, and listening to his tone, he didn't seem to care at all about the famous number one swordsman of the Qin State.

smiled at the moment: "That should be left by other guests, today's sword tea party, people from all walks of life gather in the tea garden, and there are naturally many kendo masters",

As he spoke, he invited the three of them inside.

Longjing Tea Garden is located on the slope of quite a beautiful hill, dozens of acres of terraced fields are planted with all kinds of tea leaves, from the top down to a piece of green crisp green, sometimes there is the fragrance of tea into the nose, suddenly it is beautiful and pleasant, there are several grass houses on the terraces, simple but have a unique crazy taste. The tea garden is empty, and the grass in the middle and the cowshed are all unobstructed.

In the distance, I heard the sound of the piano, in front of the green grass, under the house, a woman in white sat on the ground, two girls stood behind, and there was a five-string guqin on the table in front of her, with a paulownia wood scorched tail and red lacquer. Her fingers like shallots plucked lightly on the strings, and the sound of the piano was crisp and crisp like the cold summer rain hitting the plantains.

This white-clothed woman with a light veil is Ruan Lingyin of the Red Mansion of the Sword.

There are three steps in front of the grass house, an old man with a white beard and hair is sitting in front of the door like a door god, he looks like an old god is there, he closes his eyes and shakes his head with the sound of the piano, and a middle-aged man in a golden robe is a little far away from him, with his arms wrapped around his chest.

These two people are the elders and worshippers of the Red Mansion of the Worship Sword, as for who is the elder and who is the worship, no one can tell who is the worship.

The rest of the people are outside the grass house, drinking tea and listening to the piano, vassal elegance, no wine and no food on the table, only a pot of tea, a few teacups and a few plates of snacks, very light.

The disciples of the Red Chamber led Lu Hong and the others to the table and retreated, Lu Hong and Skylark silently looked at it, most of the people present were young and talented, and there was no shortage of strangers from all walks of life, but the most conspicuous was the elegant man sitting on the far left of the front row.

The man seemed to be no more than thirty years old, his face was as white as jade, he was handsome, his robe was embroidered with gold edges, the hilt of his sword was worn at his waist, and the scabbard was inlaid with agate, cat's eye, sapphire, etc., jewels, luxurious, and even the tassels of the sword were smeared with pearl powder, and became brilliant.

Behind him, four sword boys stood with swords on their backs, and their grandeur immediately compared everyone present.

Except for Ye Wuxin, the owner of the Burial Sword Villa, who is famous for his swordsmanship, painting skills and wealth, Lu Hong doesn't think about anyone else.

As if he had something in his heart, Ye Wuxin suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Hong, and the two couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

After a short time, after the song was played, Ruan Lingyin Qianqian's thin fingers pressed lightly on the strings, and the teenagers outside the grass house had endless aftertastes and praised.

"Miss Ruan is worthy of being born in a famous family, not only is her sword art famous all over the world, but her piano skills are also wonderful."

"I don't think it's called 'Empty Valley Youlan, Baibi Wushuang', it's better to call it 'Qin and Sword Shuangju', Miss Ruan deserves these four words",

"Worship the sword and the Red Mansion has such a talent as Miss Ruan, how fortunate it is",

.......

The old man holding the sword at the door scratched his head unnaturally, and the flattering words made him get goosebumps all over his body, and the man in the yellow robe also held his hands and turned his head.

Ruan Lingyin put his hand on the piano case, and said: "You have praised it, the skill of the micro end is just Liao to help the fun, today's sword tea party, naturally based on the sword, hold the qin, take the sword",

"Yes",

The girl behind her agreed, bowed down, and after a while, she came with a sword box in her arms, and gently placed it on the piano case, in front of Jiaoweiqin.

Ruan Lingyin opened the sword box, and a few streamers flew out.

Everyone couldn't help but stretch out their heads to watch, and they all wanted to see what kind of famous sword the Red Mansion had prepared for this sword worship.

I saw Ruan Lingyin take out a long sword with a golden scabbard, the scabbard was carved with a dragon and a phoenix, the carving was extraordinary, she pressed her bare hand on the scabbard, and only pulled out the blade with force, and the golden sword flashed.

She tilted her head and cut off a few strands of hair, and blew on the edge of the sword, and the hair broke immediately.

This hand is exposed, and there is a group of tongues clamoring underneath.

"A good sword, a good sword, it is really sharpened like clay, blown hair and broken hair",

"It is worthy of the famous sword of the Red Mansion of the Sword Worship, it is really worth the trip to see such a divine sword",

.....

Ruan Lingyin bowed slightly, and said: "This sword is called 'Zhengyang', with the cold iron of the deep pool of the Qiushui Courtyard as the guide, supplemented by the yin and yang fire, forged by Uncle Qingyangzi for a hundred years of pure yang gangqi, cutting gold and jade, sharpening iron like mud, if you are interested, you may wish to ......",

"Miss Ruan, is she only going to introduce this Zhengyang sword?",

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly interrupted.

Following the voice, I saw a young man sitting in the back row, dressed in a long shirt and jewelry, and four swordsmen standing behind him.

Ruan Lingyin is a disciple of the Red Mansion of Baijian, who walks around outside all the year round, and has extraordinary knowledge, so he naturally knows Ye Wuxin, the owner of Jiangbei Burial Sword Villa, and said lightly: "What advice does the owner of Ye Zhuang have?"

Ye Wuxin leaned back on the chair and played with the green teacup in his hand, and said with a smile: "You might as well bring out all the famous swords prepared this time, I want all three swords."

This remark suddenly caused an uproar, although every sword tea party has a sword fight, but it is not blindly brave and ruthless, the sword tea party of the sword red mansion was originally to build momentum, and then it was to make friends with the major families, and solicit offerings to the guest qing, so the guests at the meeting will not say never, do things absolutely, even the arrogant and domineering red ghost did not think of taking all the famous swords at the sword tea party, and a cup of soup was not left to others.

Everyone was amazed, then angry, and finally the case was arrested.

"Where did the madman come from? dare to speak out here, since you want to swallow all the famous swords alone, then let me try your skills first, let me try your skills with the Mobei Wind Slashing Knife Shen Guyan", a majestic man in a gray coat held the thick knife on the table and strode to the room.

Ye Wuxin didn't look at him, but glanced at Ruan Lingyin lightly and said, "Miss Ruan, if you pick everyone here in the next sword, can the famous sword of the Red Mansion belong to Ye Mou?"

Ruan Lingyin said: "Although there is no such precedent, if the owner of Ye Zhuang really has this ability, it will not hurt to give you all three famous swords this time."

Ye Wuxin stroked his hand and smiled: "Okay, the gentleman has a word, the horse is difficult to chase, Jian Si, you take those three famous swords for me",

"Yes",

Behind Ye Wuxin, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man's clothes swept to the three feet outside the banquet, and the afterimage flashed in everyone's eyes, and after a choked sword roar, the sword blade behind him flew out of the sheath.