In the propylene group, Qiantang had a bye, and Wang Erzhu played against Huangshan.

Wang Erzhu played against Huangshan, and there was no suspense in the ending.

Huangshan's expression is relaxed and freehand, no longer as stable as before, lack of sharpness, since it is a losing game, it is necessary to let everyone see their strength, and it is not ashamed to lose to Wang Erzhu.

Outside the long pavilion and by the ancient road, the grass is green. The sword of Huangshan is blue and the sword is remarkable, and the sword is as sad as a long pavilion farewell. Wang Erzhu was independent, and Lan Ting stopped safely in the scabbard.

Huang Shan said with a smile: "It is a great pleasure to be able to fight against Langya Wang Erzhu, and I know that I will lose, but I have a sword of Jindan to ask you, and it is not worth the trip." ”

Wang Erzhu put on a posture of please, his demeanor was calm, the spiritual power of Huangshan skyrocketed, the blade trembled, parting with a sword, farewell relatives, as if the parting music sounded in his ears, the sentimental women in the audience were even moved to tears, and the pear blossoms with rain were very pitiful.

The sword light is like a rainbow, in an instant, Wang Erzhulan Pavilion is three inches out of the sheath, Bi Liantian fell to the ground and screamed like crying, and the clear-eyed people found that Bi Liantian was faintly enlightened, once the long sword had a spirit, it was no longer a mortal, but a human weapon.

It seems that Qingzhumen has accepted a good disciple, and he can resonate with the long sword and give birth to a sword spirit.

Wang Erzhu is not arrogant, a swordsman who can give birth to a sword spirit deserves his respect, clasped his fists with both hands, and said seriously: "Langya Wang Erzhu, Saken Lan Pavilion." ”

Bi Liantian returned to the sheath, and Huangshan returned the salute with a fist, "Qingzhumen Huangshan, sword Biliantian." ”

The rivers and lakes are like this, heroes cherish heroes.

The girls were moved to tears, and they were indeed humble gentlemen and merry swordsmen.

Jixin group, Yelu Dashi has a bye, and Lu Shujing plays against Xiao Yuhe.

The spear broke the formation, the gun was as its name suggested, the spear broke the formation like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the white-faced scholar Xiao Yuhe was also a proud disciple of the Carefree School, and he was defeated by Ye Lushi's killing intent in the last game, and this round had to fight a little bit of face no matter what.

The sword Dapeng, a sword pierced out like a Dapeng spreading its wings, the atmosphere is majestic.

Yelu Dashi pondered: "The Loose Sect still has some ability, if it weren't for Xiao Yuhe's poor mind, it would not be easy for me to win with swordsmanship alone." However, there is no suspense in this game. ”

The crowd agreed.

Sure enough, but after more than 30 moves, Xiao Yuhe Dapeng was picked off by a shot, and a cold light flashed the head of the gun against his throat, and Xiao Yuhe clenched his fists and admitted defeat.

After one round, there were only eight players left on the field. They are Xu Tong, Ye Lushi, Chen Jingtang, Qian Tang, Wang Erzhu, Lu Shujing, Zhu Ziqi and Liu Xinsheng.

Liu Xinsheng was happy and worried, happy that he had made it to the top eight, and worried about whether he would be beaten to death in the next round.

Chen Kutang's hands were sealed, and a gossip plate appeared on the ring, corresponding to the eight players, the spiritual power moved slightly, and the positions of the eight players rotated randomly, and suddenly, Chen Kutang shouted lightly: "Fixed." ”

Suddenly, the next round of eight players jumped into the ring, namely

Zhu Ziqi vs. Liu Xinsheng.

Xu Tianran against Yelu Dashi.

Chen Jingtang vs. Qiantang.

Wang Erzhu vs. Lu Shujing.

Zhu Ziqi couldn't help but smile, showing his charm.

Liu Xinsheng also breathed a sigh of relief, he is a person who knows the roots, and he will be lighter to start.

The purple cone stood in the air, Zhu Ziqi just smiled and looked at Liu Xinsheng, Liu Xinsheng suddenly made up his mind, and the bitter hatred in his heart for decades jumped into the ring. It was a picture, and it was a resentment in Liu Xinsheng's heart.

On the picture scroll, the sects on the mountain, pavilions and pavilions, splendid mountains and rivers, abundant aura, fluttering long clothes, and various fairy wind bones.

Under the picture scroll, the world under the mountain, thatched huts, thousands of miles of fields, cooking smoke, ragged clothes, everyone is skinny.

Although there are few monks, they occupy the most resources in the world.

Though there are many mortals, they have no food to eat, and no clothing to cover their bodies.

On the mountain, I only know the martial arts reviews of the rivers and lakes, the sword list, the rouge list, the general list, and the Qingyun list, who knows the joys and sorrows of mortals' lives?

There are legends on the mountain in the world, and there are stories in the world on the mountain.

Liu Xinsheng was emotional, and his heart was sad and indignant like a rolling river.

The world, the world, the world.

In the painting, there is a childish child in the world, although he is in rags, his smile is genuine.

Riding a cow to herd sheep, catching birds on the trees, and fishing in the water are innocent and romantic.

A young man who likes the girl next door.

Looking at it from afar, he didn't dare to come close to speak.

The girl next door got married, and he laughed so happily that he laughed and laughed and cried.

A few years later, he also got married.

Although the girl is mediocre in appearance, she is gentle and virtuous.

He works at sunrise and rests at sunset.

The thatched hut courtyard is happy.

In the coming year, a baby cries and a new life comes.

This is the cycle of life.

In an instant, he was gray-haired, sitting in the courtyard, telling his grandson stories of youth.

There is a virtuous grandmother in the story.

There is also the girl next door who has never forgotten.

This is the story of the world, the lives of thousands of mortals. In just a few decades, I can't live a wonderful story, and I can't enter the history books of princes and generals, but it is hundreds of millions of ordinary mortals who support the backbone of the world.

When the curtain came to an end, Xu Tianran couldn't help but wet his eyes, it turned out that his colleagues were not alone.

Zhu Ziqi was deeply moved, it turned out that the world was so beautiful.

Liu Xinchang sighed, and was about to withdraw his spiritual power, and the picture scroll was about to dissipate between heaven and earth.

Xu Tianran hurriedly said: "Brother Liu, can you leave a picture scroll to give to you?"

Liu Xinsheng said sadly: "Mortals who are above the top of the eyes seem to be just grasshoppers, ants, and unspeakable summer insects, whose lives are short for decades, but they are struggling to survive, unable to practice, do not understand the Dao, and do nothing. Cultivating the Tao is far away, cultivating the Tao and forgetting the roots, only knowing that the way of heaven is ethereal, and the starting point of not knowing is in the world. Mortals have less joys and sorrows in just a few decades than monks in a hundred years and thousands of years. ”

Xu Tianran said sincerely: "In Xia Xu Tong, I hope that there will be stories in the rivers and lakes." ”

Liu Xinsheng's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he took out a blank picture scroll from his arms, with a purple cone inscription, leaving two heavy words: world. The story of the picture scroll is rubbed on paper, which is the famous painting "The World" that has been handed down to the world.

The picture scroll turned into a touch of Changhong and flew into Xu Tianran's hand, Xu Tianran caught it with both hands and put it in his arms.

In the world, the world that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the monks is the paradise in the hearts of Xu Tianran and Liu Xinsheng.

Jinyang City, with a population of 500,000, is only a few people in the upper class who can come to watch the ceremony, and the really poor mortals are still working day and night, serving the old lady.

Of course, there are also a considerable number of military dependents, although they are small families, they also have a place in the Jin King City.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators, their expressions were moved, the vast majority of the audience were mortals, the people who came to watch the ceremony tonight were either rich or noble, most of them were the children of eunuchs, the children of the army, or the children of rich and noble families, they knew in their hearts that even though they relied on their status to have a place in Jinyang City, they were still just ants in the eyes of the monks.

Liu Xinsheng arched his hand and clenched his fists, "Next, admit defeat." ”

Few people in the audience despise Liu Xinsheng, they are moved and happy in their hearts, but they dare not show their hearts, this is the world of monks, the king of Jin is a monk, the queen is a monk, His Royal Highness the Prince is a monk, Liu Xinsheng's picture scroll and words They deeply agree, but they still dare not say more, and even show an expression of agreement.

The world of monks is ruthless, even if it is a Shangshu of the Jin Kingdom, no one dares to shake its position in its position, but it has a few years of official power, and the family can flourish for a few years, compared with the long and long inheritance of the monk sect, how can a mortal who is not rich for three generations dare to anger the monk and have a grudge with the monk.

Zhu Ziqi returned the salute deeply, respecting him for the world and for daring to speak the truth.

Who is useless and a scholar?

See the gentleman.

Xu Tianran looked deeply at Liu Xinsheng, who was admitting defeat in the ring, at this moment, in Xu Tianran's heart, Liu Xinsheng was not a monk in the rivers and lakes, but a real scholar.

Liu Xinsheng returned the salute from afar, people in the same way, I am not alone.

In the eyes of the monks, Liu Xinsheng is just a clown who jumps off the beam, knowing that he can't beat Zhu Ziqi, he deliberately made such a trick to buy the hearts of the audience, which is really a good move, and the calculation is just right.

Li Tianmiao just glanced at Liu Xinsheng coldly, the useless scholar didn't have ink in his stomach, but just graffiti.

At this scene, Li Shiyu felt sentimental, she remembered a pair of poor mothers and sons living in Zhuyuan, there was a little boy with a very sweet mouth and many eyes, who often followed behind his ass with two slugs.

She liked the clever and clear-eyed brother, even though he was only a mortal, he was still her own brother. Although, in the entire palace, maybe he is the only one who thinks so.

Life is impermanent, a fresh life is so far away from him, the memory of the last scene only stays in him put on a new dress, happily pulls the corner of her skirt, and smiles: "Ah sister, I can go out to enjoy the lanterns tomorrow night, I like to guess the lantern riddles the most, many sisters praise me for being smart." ”

If he is still alive, he may be as old as Xu Tong. Li Shiyu glanced at Xu Tong from a distance, and there was a storm in her heart, those narrow eyes were exactly the same as nature, Li Shiyu couldn't help but stand up, covering her mouth and crying.

A small figure overlapped Xu Tianran's body, the years have changed his size and appearance, and there are also residual marks, eyes, and they are still the same as when he was a child.

Li Shiyu knew all kinds of things back then, but she couldn't change anything, and when she reunited in ten years, she originally thought that he was dead, burying him deep in the depths of her memory.

Zhu Ziqi can come, it is already an unexpected joy for Li Shiyu, Xu Tianran is here, she can't help but be happy. With tears burning with her eyes, she took out the ugly sachet from her bosom and held it tightly, my brother was back.

Li Shiyu was afraid that others would see her strangeness, so she quietly wiped away her tears, sat down quietly, and looked at a green shirt from a distance, yes, he liked to wear green shirts since he was a child, but he changed from silk to cloth.

Xu Tianran didn't know that Li Shiyu had already recognized him, Liu Xinsheng's "The World" picture made him reveal his true feelings for a while, he never expected that with just one look, Sister Shiyu would already recognize him.

Reunion, joy lurks in the bottom of my heart.

Ten years, he's good, he's really good.