February 12th, sunny, early in the morning.

The slanting sun of spring shines calmly on a pot of daffodils in the room through the window paper, and the faint residual fragrance echoes, and the lingering aroma of wine also echoes in the room.

Han Chuang didn't know how much he had drunk until his consciousness became blurred and he finally got on the bed, he knew he was drunk.

Drunk thoroughly, drunk without moderation, drunk night as short as a moment.

In the early morning, a female voice disturbed the morning dream, and he reluctantly woke up.

He rubbed his eyes that were a little numb, and said in a sneering voice, "Senior sister, what are you telling me to get up?"

Liu Qingfu narrowed her eyes, and two cold lights shot out of the narrow gap: "Have you forgotten what day it is?"

"My birthday?" Han Chuang said to himself, "No, is it my senior sister's birthday?" ”

Three black lines appeared on Liu Qingfu's forehead, and he couldn't wait to use his sword to pierce the guy who was pretending to be stupid on the other side.

But in the end, she still held back, with an unprecedented brilliant smile, in an unprecedented gentle tone, light and elegant: "If you don't get up again, I'll let you taste the cold taste of your heart." ”

The wind is gusting.

It was obviously an early spring morning, but Han Chuang still felt a gust of wind, like a corner that couldn't shine on the sun.

It took him only half a second to bounce off the bed, and it took about thirty seconds to put on his coat.

Even the most troublesome washing was done in two minutes, and he looked so radiant at the moment that he didn't have the slightest hint of a hangover, so much so that one wondered if he was really drunk last night.

Liu Qingfu cast a scrutinizing look at Han Chuang, Han Chuang smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't look at me, I'm really drunk." ”

The willows in the courtyard are moving against the spring breeze, the swaying branches are like the waist of the daughter's family, and the smile on Han Chuang's face is like a touch of sunshine cast into the middle of the lake, which is brilliant to the extreme.

A new day, a beautiful day, the day when the three martial arts begins.

Seifukaku is like an isolated city, and walking through the streets of the pavilion will give you the feeling of walking in a market.

The sound of shouting, selling, and the wheels of the car was endless.

And most of these people walking on the street are women, beautiful women.

Here they don't have to cover their faces with light veils, and they don't have to force themselves to make elegant gestures, the women here are the most real women in the world, and the most beautiful women in the world.

Liu Hengbo introduced Qingfeng Pavilion to Han Chuang: "Qingfeng Pavilion was built two thousand years ago, it is a place used by the kendo wizard Miaoyin Master Tai to retreat. Don't look at Qingfeng Pavilion as if it is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, in fact, the entire Qingfeng Pavilion is a small earthly world. ”

Han Chuang couldn't help but praise when he heard this: "The sect is a small world, this is just an eight-rank sect with a profound background, I don't know what the top sect in the world is like." ”

Liu Hengbo said with a smile: "In fact, Qingfeng Pavilion can have today, it is not just as simple as the Eight Rank Sect, back then, Master Miaoyin was too wandering from the southeast region, looking for famous mountains and rivers, Dongting Immortal Mansion, in this Qingfeng Mountain, he found the relics of the Yunshui Sect ten thousand years ago, and used these relics to cultivate for decades, which only then reached the peak of the economy, laying the foundation for Qingfeng Pavilion." Therefore, Qingfeng Pavilion can have today's scale, most of them are still the legacy of their predecessors, if they are really pioneering and enterprising, they can't compare to our Qingzhu Sect. ”

Before the words fell, a female voice sounded: "Nonsense! How can a small Qingzhu Sect compare to our Qingfeng Pavilion!"

Han Chuang followed the prestige, and saw a pretty woman standing not far away, this woman was only seventeen or eighteen years old, her skin was better than snow, she was charming, her long hair was shawl, she was dressed in an apricot yellow shirt, and her hair was tied with a gold belt, which was shining. On closer inspection, her face was full of anger, her brows were slightly frowned, and the corners of her mouth showed a slight sneer.

I saw her cherry mouth open and close slightly, and shouted: "Where did the country savage come from, dare to talk about the rights and wrongs of my Qingfeng Pavilion!"

Liu Hengbo saw that the other party was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and he didn't rise, so he said with a smile: "Girl, Liu Mou really didn't think about what he said just now." ”

After all, this is the place of Qingfeng Pavilion, and it is not beautiful to say bad things about others in other people's places, even if this bad word is a fact that everyone knows.

All Liu Hengbo showed weakness, but it was normal.

But this woman was a little reluctant, only to hear her snort coldly, and shouted: "Looking at your appearance, you know that you are the martial artists who have come to participate in the competition of the three sects, are you from the Luoxia Sect or the Qingzhu Sect?" It doesn't matter, whether it is the Luoxia Sect or the Qingzhu Sect, I am the object of this matching, I will let go of the rules, so as not to cause trouble." ”

The woman's words made Liu Hengbo frown, and he couldn't help but say, "Girl, I don't seem to have said anything excessive." ”

The woman glanced at Liu Hengbo and snorted coldly: "You are disrespectful to the ancestor of my Qingfeng Pavilion, and you still said that you didn't say anything?"

Liu Qingfu couldn't help but sneer: "Master Miaoyin is too much for us to admire, her founding of Qingfeng Pavilion is also a major event in the Southeast Region, but the matter of relying on the legacy of her predecessors is also true, since it is the truth, isn't it allowed for others to say it?"

"Qingfu, don't be rude!" Liu Hengbo said: "This girl, the little girl spoke inappropriately, please forgive me." ”

Seeing that her father was blindly forbearing, Liu Qingfu couldn't help but get angry in her heart, snorted coldly, and said, "Daddy, what kind of apologies do you have to say to her, I don't know where the wild girl came from, and she doesn't even understand humility!"

When the woman heard this, she was immediately angry and shouted, "Who is the wild girl?" With a wave of his hand, the yellow skirt fluttered in the wind, and the figure stretched and elegant, just like a plum blossom elf.

But the tricks in her hand are extremely fierce, as soon as she makes a move, she uses the sword to point to the Yufu acupoint on Liu Qingfu's chest, and the Yufu acupoint is connected to the kidney meridian.

Liu Qingfu snorted coldly and said angrily: "What a vicious wild girl, I can't spare you." "Hands reached out like lightning, and faced the enemy with flat wave flowing cloud palms.

The two fingers touched each other, their bodies shook, and they said secretly: "This person is a fierce enemy." So he didn't dare to be careless, and released it with all his might, and in the blink of an eye, he passed ten moves, regardless of victory or defeat.

Han Chuang flashed to Liu Hengbo's side with a wry smile and said, "Master, won't you separate them?"

Liu Hengbo glanced at him and said with a smile: "What are you doing separately, don't you see that the two of them are just playing around?"

Han Chuang smiled bitterly.

That's right, it's just playing, the warriors are fighting, as long as they don't use the martial soul, they are all playing, even if the two women are angry, they still don't use the martial soul to fight for life and death, it can be seen that although the two are angry, they are still still sensible.

Liu Hengbo said again: "Look at it carefully, this woman may be one of the opponents of this martial arts exercise." ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately watched the competition with full attention.

Although Liu Qingfu did not use the martial spirit, but the flat wave flowing cloud palm is also a must of the Qingzhu Sect, she also comprehended the true meaning of the palm technique, and abandoned some flashy and unreal tricks in the palm technique, making the whole set of palm techniques more dignified, ordinary martial artists can never withstand her three palms when they do not use the martial soul.

But instead of being defeated, the girl in the yellow shirt used a sword to refer to, and she fought vividly, although she fell behind slightly, but every time she suddenly counterattacked, she also shocked Liu Qingfu into a cold sweat.

Liu Qingfu thought to herself: "Where did this girl come from, she is younger than me, but in martial arts alone, I may not be able to defeat her." ”

As everyone knows, the girl in the yellow shirt was also shocked in her heart, and said secretly: "This woman from the Qingzhu Sect really has some ability, if I don't use a sword, I'm afraid I will be defeated by her, even if I use a sword, I can only fight a draw at most."

The two women are fighting for moves at the moment, the woman in the yellow shirt didn't use a sword, and Liu Qingfu didn't move her true anger, which can be described as a tie.

Han Chuang looked at the swordsmanship of this yellow-shirted girl and couldn't help frowning.

Liu Hengbo noticed Han Chuang's strange appearance and asked, "What's wrong, do you see something." ”

Han Chuang came back to his senses and said, "That's right, I saw something." ”

Liu Hengbo smiled slightly and said, "Can you say it?"

"There's nothing you can't do. Han Chuang smiled and said: "This girl's sword moves are clumsy, the sword momentum is weird, and the style is not at all like the current swordsmanship, it should be passed down from Miaoyin Shitai." ”

Everyone looked surprised, especially Yan Qingfei and Mei Shuangxue, who were using swords, and they showed incredible eyes. They also felt that this girl's swordsmanship was weird, and after Han Chuang's little touch, they realized that it was a completely different style from today's swordsmanship.

Today's swordsmanship is heavy, the moves are cumbersome, and the display is full of flowers, which is conducive to quick success; the swordsmanship of thousands of years ago is heavy, and the sword moves are ancient and dignified, seemingly mediocre, but they can hide killing moves.

If two martial artists with the same qualifications and skills practice two swordsmanship for ten years at the same time, the martial artist who cultivates the current swordsmanship can win, if he cultivates for twenty years at the same time, the one who wins will become a martial artist who cultivates the ancient swordsmanship, and if he cultivates for thirty years at the same time, the two will be tied.

The reason for this is that the cultivation of sword moves is conducive to quick success, and it must have an advantage in the first ten years; and in the second decade, with the improvement of skill and vision, those who practice ancient swordsmanship will have the upper hand; until the third decade, the two warriors will gradually comprehend the true meaning of swordsmanship, whether it is the current swordsmanship of cultivating swordsmanship, or the ancient swordsmanship, in the end, they will all have the same end, and the two will fight each other, and it will be a tie.

But right now, this girl in a yellow shirt is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and it is incredible that she can cultivate the ancient sword technique to such a realm.

Liu Hengbo smiled slightly and said, "Then according to what you see, who can win, Qingfu or this girl?"

Han Chuang smiled, looked at Liu Hengbo and shook his head and said, "Master, can't you see it?"

Liu Hengbo smiled meaningfully and said, "I want to hear your opinion." ”

Han Chuang said with a smile: "If you continue to don't move your true qi, sword, or martial spirit, you will have a maximum of thirty moves, and after thirty moves, Senior Sister will win." ”

"Nonsense!"

A coquettish shout interrupted the conversation between the two, but it was the girl in yellow who spoke.

Although she fought with Liu Qingfu until the critical time, she had been listening to the conversation between Han Chuang and Liu Hengbo, and at first she heard Han Chuang see through her swordsmanship, and she was still a little admired, but later she heard him say that she supported up to thirty moves, and her face immediately changed, and she almost subconsciously used her martial spirit.

A phantus appeared behind the woman in the yellow shirt, and it turned out to be a net, a big red net.

Liu Hengbo and Han Chuang glanced at each other, and at the same time exclaimed: "Double wire net!"

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

The martial soul of the woman in the yellow shirt is the double silk net described in this poem, and it is also a kind of Xuan-level mid-level martial soul.

Legend has it that the double wire net is not a real net, but a love network made by the woman's painstaking efforts, and once you enter the love network, you must not turn over, and the man fights with it, and it is doubtful whether he can exert half of his strength.

Even though Liu Qingfu is a woman, she still feels the real pressure coming from the double wire mesh phantom, like a wisp of love silk that makes her think about it.

Subconsciously, Liu Qingfu showed her martial soul and the blue sea tide was surging, and she immediately suppressed the reverie in her heart.

The woman in the yellow shirt had a light in her eyes and shouted, "I didn't expect you to have some means." ”

Liu Qingfu sneered slightly, and said, "I don't dare to use the means, but I just can restrain you." ”

Bihai Chaosheng has the effect of condensing oneself and messing with people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a double wire net of restraint, but the two martial souls can also be regarded as mutual restraint, and the specific victory or defeat depends on the strength of the owner of the martial soul.