In the southernmost part of the territory of the Great Xuan Dynasty, there is an ancient attic.

This floor is 100 feet high and towering into the sky.

Thousands of sword qi linger around the body, forming a natural barrier, and it is also a sword qi cage, locking tens of thousands of swords in the attic.

There seemed to be several distinct sword intents in the attic.

At the bottom of this pavilion, hang a plaque that has been worn away by the years to the point that you can't see the handwriting clearly, and the last two words can be vaguely identified as "Sword Pavilion".

The first word is completely unrecognizable.

On the periphery of this attic, thousands of nameless swords were halfway into the ground.

It's like a sword mound.

These sword shapes are scattered but not scattered, forming a huge sword array around the attic, the formation of the people who arrange the formation is highly attained, unbelievable, respectively, the twenty-eight star array and the Big Dipper Seven Star Array and the Five Elements Bagua Array are placed around, there is a formation in the array, and there is also a formation outside the array.

The three formations are in one, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

The prosperity of his sword qi and sword intent was not weaker than that of the attic surrounded by the sword array in the center.

A stone tablet stands on the periphery of the sword array, "Sword Shrine".

In the Sword Pavilion, an unsheathed long sword was about to move, intending to break through the sword qi cage and point directly at a jagged temple.

A figure appeared in the attic out of thin air, his palm lightly pressed against the hilt of the sword, and pressed the unsheathed long sword that was ready to be launched into the ground by an inch.

Feeling the sharp and incomparable sword intent in his palm, he was rampage, trying to break through his limitations.

The man laughed, "It's naughty." ”

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After the bearded man and the immature boy teamed up to stage a trick of "fairy rope", some of the spectators who ran out earlier really went to report to the official, and at this moment a team of officers and soldiers rushed from the yamen and surrounded this small juggling place with a small territory.

The leader sat on his horse, and the rest of the officers and men stood on his left and right sides.

"Leave quickly!" the man shouted.

"Go, go, go, hurry up, don't get in the way of my family's investigation!" The subordinates on both sides also began to push the spectators.

The bustling crowd suddenly dispersed.

Song Jingshan said, "Let's go too." ”

Lu Zhixing nodded.

Li Huairen sighed: "It's boring." ”

Li Zijin glanced back when he left, only to see the bearded man smiling at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Uncle Song, they'll be fine, right?" the girl asked.

Song Jingshan glanced at the bearded man and the child, and shook his head.

"Your Excellency. If you don't kill someone, it's just a trick!" the man protected the child behind him.

The man jumped off his horse and looked closer, and there were no limbs of a baby on the ground, but a few pieces of wood.

One of his men stepped forward, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered to the adult.

The man who had planned to let the two of them go just waved his hand and said, "Take it back." ”

The bearded man was shocked, and when he saw that this person didn't look like he was joking, he didn't care about anything anymore.

His left foot shook, and after an earth-shattering sound, thick smoke enveloped the group.

"What about people!?"

"Stop them!"

"On it!"

"It's gone!"

After a while, the smoke vanished, and there were no bearded men and children.

Suddenly, a fairy rope fell from the sky and coiled on the ground dozens of times.

It seems that the two of them used the fairy rope to escape.

The man was so angry that he turned over and got on his horse, and said in his mouth: "What a fucking annoying, I ran away for them again!"

As if he was still puzzled, he pointed to a group of subordinates and scolded: "A group of rice buckets!"

Then everyone had to go home.

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After a small episode, Li Zijin and his party came to Luhu Long Street.

It's getting late, and the view is best when you enjoy the lights.

Song Jingshan pointed to one place and asked, "Miss, why don't we go and sit in the pavilion." ”

Lu Zhixing looked at Song Jingshan, it was a pavilion in the middle of the lake, and the girl nodded: "Okay." ”

Li Huairen raised his hands in approval, and after a day of shopping, the pampered young master of the Li family was too tired to walk.

"Master, I'll help you carry the bookcase. The scholar took the small bookcase from Li Huairen's back and carried it behind him.

"So very good~" Li Huairen ran towards the lakeside ferry.

Luhu Long Street is built along the lake, with many shops and merchants.

Outside tourists, in addition to walking along the lake on the shore, picking up some rare things, or eating some snacks, can also take a boat to enjoy the lanterns at several major ferries around the lake.

The ferry fee is not expensive, it only costs 20 wen to send it to the lake pavilion, if you want to take a boat to visit the lake, it will be a lot more expensive, and it will cost you one or two silver in half an hour.

There are some literati who are still not happy to go on a boat, and they have to meet three or five friends to go up to the lake pavilion to drink and compose poems, and sway their pen and ink.

The Daxuan Dynasty specially set up a stone tablet in the pavilion in the center of the lake, which was specially inscribed by talented and beautiful people.

It is known as the saying that "Luhu Lake is untitled and imaginary, and there are traces in the center of the lake".

Li Huairen picked a small boat at random, and the four of them took a boat and traveled on the waves.

The old Zhouzi smiled kindly and said that Li Huairen looked like his grandson, and he was willing to send the four of them to the Huxin Pavilion without taking a penny.

Li Huairen thanked him again and again, but Song Jingshan refused, and insisted on giving the old man twenty yuan.

In the end, the old man couldn't resist the shirtless man, so he had to accept it with a smile.

When he went to the Huxin Pavilion, Li Huairen saw that there were many students in Confucian shirts here, so he wanted to ask someone to see if they were students of Ziwei Academy.

The two of them walked towards each other, talking and laughing.

"This son, dare to ask if Your Excellency is a student of Ziwei Academy?"

As soon as he heard this, Song Jingshan immediately had a headache, thinking that Li Huairen, this kid, was lacking in heart, didn't he tell him to send him to the academy early tomorrow morning, why did he still make such extraneous branches?

The girl Lu Zhixing didn't have a good face, and she had already begun to regret taking Li Huairen out to swim in the lake, she should really throw him alone in the inn and suffocate him.

Li Zijin hurriedly tugged at Li Huairen's sleeve and reminded him not to say more.

I never thought that Li Huairen just didn't open his mind, and he waited for someone to answer in place.

The two scholars looked at each other and smiled, thinking it was funny, and one of them lowered his head slightly and replied, "In Xia Liang Jing, he is indeed a student of Ziwei Academy, and the same is true of this Zhao Gongzi next to him, and the little master is also here to study in the academy?"

After Liang Jing said his name, Zhao Changqing bowed slightly to a few people and held a courtesy.

After the scholar surnamed Liang signed up for his number and said that he and Zhao Gongzi next to him were both students of the Ziwei Academy, Li Zijin and his party were slightly less vigilant, but they still kept an eye on it.

Song Jingshan looked at the two of them carefully, and found that he couldn't see the depth of these two scholars, so there were only two possibilities, one was that both of them were weak scholars who were powerless.

The other is that the realm of the two of them has far surpassed Song Jingshan, at least they are above the six realms of the Qi Refiner, so that Song Jingshan, a martial artist at the peak of the three realms, can't even see his feet.

Li Huairen nodded again and again, and just wanted to take out the jade plate of "Gezhi Chengzheng" from his arms, he was slapped on the back of the head by Li Zijin.

"Li Zijin, why are you beating me!"

"Young Master······ There are mosquitoes. ”

Liang Jing looked at it in his eyes, his face did not change, and his eyes swept over Song Jingshan, Lu Zhixing, and Li Zijin in turn, and finally returned to Li Huairen in front of him.

It's just that when his gaze swept over the scholar Li Zijin, his gaze stayed for an extra second, and a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Changqing pointed to the stone tablet called "Feng Ya Ji", and chuckled: "A few of you must want to take a look at the poems on this Feng Ya Ji, right? ”

Li Huairen saw that Song Jingshan and Lu Zhixing's faces were not quite right, and he was about to refuse, but he never thought that the scholar Li Zijin would agree: "Okay." ”