Rolling Qiantang River, leisurely West Lake.

On the ninth day of the first month of March, the day of the West Lake on the sword.

On the shore of the West Lake, where the smoke and waves are misty and the water is shining, there is a simple and elegant, the courtyard of the building with the color of the mountains and waters, in the center of the courtyard, a sword tablet with a height of seven zhang two and a width of six feet three, the tip of the sword points directly to the sky, towering and towering, the momentum is magnificent, and it is awe-inspiring.

Here is the world-famous "Nanyong Sword Monument", after the establishment of the Nanyong Dynasty, the capital of Lin'an, on the side of the Qiantang River, on the shore of the West Lake, built this "Nanyong Sword Monument", indicating that the Nanyong Empire went north with a sword, vowing to restore the ambition and sky-high spirit of the Central Plains.

The sword tablet is surrounded by the building on the top of the mountain, the pattern is open, the momentum is magnificent, the corridor waist is mangyback, walking in the meantime, the road is quiet, the thick shade covers the sun, the shadow of the tree is swaying, it makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The building complex, the corridor is complete, the eaves teeth are high pecked, continuous and connected, there are occasional heavy eaves, and the stacks are ascending.

Overlooking the Qiantang River by the railing, the river is long, and its momentum is like a shop.

Overlooking the misty West Lake, the water is shining and the mountains are empty.

In front of the sword monument, the terrain is flat and wide, and the middle is raised three feet high circular platform, with a diameter of more than five zhang, this is the martial arts platform.

On the four sides of the Yanwu platform, stand four zhang high columns, and the pillars are carved with dragon patterns, highlighting the totemic meaning of the prosperity of the Nanyong country and the conquest of the Quartet.

The pedestal is located on the south side, the flagpole is six zhang high, stands proudly, the four official characters of "West Lake on the Sword" are magnificent, and the wind is waving.

The West Lake is a sword, the site is simple, flat and wide, showing the simple and unpretentious martial arts style at the beginning of the founding of the Nanyong People's Republic of China.

Under the dozens of tall pine and cypress trees around, the crowd is bustling and sensational.

Although it was the hour of the hour, the sky was dark and deep, and the sky over the West Lake shrouded in lead clouds was gloomy and solemn, and the cool breeze was blowing.

Today is the day that the martial arts scholars of Nanyong are looking forward to, "there is a spring examination of the imperial examination, and the martial arts have the West Lake on the sword", the spring of February 9 and the West Lake on March 9 every year are the important days for the people with lofty ideals in Nanyong, it is an important day to change their fate and realize their ambitions.

The court is Tian Shelang, the twilight ascends to the Tianzi Hall, and the spring is presided over by the Ministry of Rites.

In the West Lake, the sword is led by the Ministry of War, and each sect reports a disciple to participate. On the day of the sword discussion, many powerful figures in the temple and military warriors in the field will come to the scene to recruit talents.

At that time, the administrative area of Nanyong was divided into a three-level system, with the highest level being the road, the second being the state, and the lower level being the county. There are a total of 16 roads, 125 states, more than 700 counties, colleges, sword mansions, and sects, there are hundreds of them, and finally eight sects are selected to participate in the West Lake Sword Debate.

On the side of the sword stele, in a high and wide place, nine pear blossom wood chairs were placed in turn, and the young man sitting in the middle was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a crown of hair and feathers, with red lips and outward lips, and his face was like a crown of jade, wearing a gray four-clawed python robe, full of heroic spirit, and exuding the spirit of a king.

This person is the current prince Yongtan, sitting on the left side is a white-clothed Duan Wang Yongruyu, Yushu is in the wind, a kind face, the middle-aged face on the right is clear, and a three-grade official uniform is sitting in danger, this person is Meng Jue, the squire of the Nanyong Military Department.

In previous years, the West Lake sword discussion was announced by the officials of the Ministry of War, and this year, the prince Yongtan was distinguished and came to the scene in person, but according to the regulations, the Ministry of War should also make an opening speech, because the Ministry of War represents the current emperor.

Out of politeness, Meng Jue, the squire of the military department, arched his hand to the eldest prince Yongtan.

The eldest prince Yongtan is also not polite, he came to the scene today to personally recruit talents, so he stood up proudly and said loudly: "The heroes of the world gather here, you are all the leaders of my Nanyong, I announce, the competition will start now." ”

"The rules of the game are elimination, that is, if you lose one game, you will be eliminated. In the first scene, Lei Tianhan of Yueyang Academy faced Linghu Fei of Huating Sword Mansion. The military officer on the far right of the chair said in a loud voice.

The two climbed the stairs and walked to the stage. Ling Hu Fei was dressed in a blue robe, handsome and extraordinary, and Lei Tianhan was dressed in a white robe, tall and thin. The two arched their hands.

Ling Hu Fei pointed at the sword in the void in his hand, and suddenly stepped forward, his body was like an arrow off the string, extremely fast, the sword light flashed, and the lightning and flint stabbed Lei Tianhan's throat, and the end was swift and fierce.

"Whoa......

When there was no room for it, seven swords were stabbed out in a row.

The crowd erupted in applause. When Long Qingyun saw this, he couldn't help but secretly applaud. Since fighting with Yu Weihai, Mu Yezi, and Xiao Yuliu a few days ago, I feel that my understanding of swordsmanship has improved a lot, but I am more confused.

After returning to Songyang Sword Mansion, meditating and practicing diligently, I asked Mo Tianyu and Bai Yunqi for a lot of advice, it turned out that this is a necessary stage of martial arts from entering the hall to perfecting the fire.

Long Qingyun secretly congratulated himself that he had made rapid progress in the past few days, a thousand miles a day, if he followed the level of the Songyang Sword Mansion Qualifying, he was also in the middle of this Linghu Fei.

Tuoba Xi on the side saw Long Qingyun's face amazed just now, and then he was stunned, and he calmed down after ups and downs, and said leisurely: "Brother Yun, what's wrong with you?"

Long Qingyun caught a glimpse of Tuoba Xi's worried look, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and a sunny smile bloomed on his face. There is confidence in his martial arts in his smile, and it is more about seeing that the beauty cares about him, so that his heart is full of sweetness.

Lei Tianhan has a long body, but he uses a pair of judge's pens, which are one foot long, with thick thumbs and two pointed ends.

Lei Tianhan is worthy of being the top ten masters of Nanyong, "Shocking Stroke" Qi Mocheng. Suddenly, seeing Ling Hufei's sword momentum coming suddenly, he looked calm, did not dodge or dodge, and raised his double pen to meet it.

"Bell, bell" two loud sounds.

The sound of the judge's pen and sword colliding was dull, and it was obvious that the two of them were competing with internal strength, making Hu Fei take two steps back, but Lei Tianhan just shook his body.

Linghu Fei couldn't help but be stunned, but then he was arrogant, as long as he didn't hand over the opponent's blade, he could defeat the other party with his own sharp swordsmanship.

The sword walked at will, with a thunderous momentum, swinging out the "earth-shattering sword", the sword turned into nine swords halfway, at that moment, in all directions, front and back, left and right, the sword shadow in the sky shrouded Lei Tianhan in the middle, fierce and ruthless, breathtaking.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, could it be that this was Ling Hufei's true strength.

On the seat, the eldest prince Yongtan said leisurely: "This Lei Tianhan has been planted." Duan Wang Yongru on the side tightened his heart, "Hey, the backup arranged was actually the first to lose." ”

Mo Tianyu, who was sitting on the left side of Duan Wang Yongruyu, had a majestic demeanor, and Murong Bai, who was sitting on the right side of Meng Jue, the squire of the military department, had an elegant demeanor. The two of them have diametrically opposite views to the eldest prince Yongtan and Duanwang Yongruyu, and they are sure that Lei Tianhan can get out of danger.

It was too late, it was too fast, and I saw Lei Tianhan's eyes calm, holding the pen in both hands, as if swinging, rushing left and right in the air, sometimes into a sword, sometimes a whip, and sometimes into a hammer.

Suddenly, stabbing, slapping, striking, poking, suddenly the left hand short knife, the right hand iron rod, the left hand axe, the right hand axe, the right hand hook, the right hand fork, circling and flying, has changed many blades continuously.

Linghu Fei intuitively felt that the judge's pen waving opposite was like a gong, like a gong, like a gong, like a gong. only heard the impact sound of "bell, bell, bell", and his sword moves in the sky not only did not hit Lei Tianhan, but he was almost hit by the opponent's judge several times.

The atmosphere in the crowd suddenly became tense, and the crowd was sensational, and there was an uproar. Niu Ben and Wang Gao also looked at each other, and their faces showed surprise.

Lei Tianhan let out a clear roar, and a touch of arrogance appeared on his heroic and resolute face, his eyes shone brightly, and he was full of confident smiles.

At this time, Lei Tianhan held the pen in both hands and swayed freely. Vertical, partial, pinching, hooking, picking, pointing, just like calligraphy, sometimes it is wild grass, Wang Yang is unbridled, sometimes it is a line of calligraphy, the pen is a dragon god, sometimes it is regular script, and the law is rigorous.

The pen is smooth, sometimes the book, sometimes the seal, sometimes the Wei tablet, the end is unpredictable, the weather is thousands.

Ling Hufei is also a young master who has been trained for a long time, and he is the leader of Nanyongguo's current session. Lei Tianhan couldn't knock Ling Hufei down for a while.

The two of you come and go, and they actually fight to more than 80 moves, and they are indistinguishable and equal.

Long Qingyun is also observing, meditating, and reviewing, if he encounters Lei Tianhan's unpredictable judge's pen, how will he respond, defuse, and counterattack.

At this time, the sunlight broke through the dark clouds, cracked into thousands of pieces of gold, and sprinkled the earth.

Lei Tianhan's brushwork gradually became stronger, and the arbitrary vertical and horizontal movements slowly stopped, so that the fox did not dare to rush forward, and the master had an explanation before the game, this "shocking stroke" Qi Mocheng can be ranked among the top ten masters of Nanyong, and the profundity and unpredictability of this set of brushwork can be seen.

When it is fast, it is swift and sharp, when it changes, it is ever-changing, and when it is slow, it is necessary to be extra cautious and vigilant.

Because of this calligraphy stroke, the line of the pen pays attention to the movement of the pen, the horizontal pen wants to be right and left, the vertical pen wants to go down and go up, and the pen is hidden in the stroke, and the beginning of the stroke is basically round, which makes the fox Fei avoid.

Lei Tianhan walked to the center of the pen, the tip of the pen ran in the middle of the dots, the pen was chic and smooth, strong and powerful.

At this time, Lei Tianhan's pen became more and more powerful, and his movements slowed down.

Suddenly revealing the hidden front, hooking back, this move is amazing in calligraphy, and the scene is also clumsy, domineering.

Even though Ling Hu Fei had been prepared, he avoided the hidden edge of this calligraphy in a thrilling way, and a small opening was also made on his left shoulder by the tip of the pen.

Linghu Fei was injured for only a moment, and Lei Tianhan approached

Ling Hu Fei's injured figure froze, just a few steps away from Lei Tianhan.

It is exactly five steps, which is generally the distance of life and death in the competition.

The so-called five steps of bloodshed, the emperor is unstoppable. In these five steps, Lei Tianhan roared and stabbed out with two strokes.

It is the freehand in Chinese painting, the moves are smooth, and the thunderous momentum stabs at Ling Hufei.