In the lakeside wooden house, the door is wide open.

Everyone in the house can directly watch the willows and the clear lake surface by the lake.

Bian Guiyan raised his wine glass and motioned to the guests.

"Your Excellency, please. ”

The guests hurriedly responded with smiling faces and raised their wine glasses.

Bian Guiyan was the general judge of Shanxu Prefecture, and this wooden house was built by the lake.

After it was built, he often entertained guests and drank in this lakeside cottage.

Most of the people who corresponded with him were high-ranking officials, nobles, literati and celebrities, and today is no exception.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the spring breeze blows on the willow bank, and in the face of such a beautiful scenery, it is quite boring to just drink.

Why don't we each improvise a poem? ”

Bian Guiyan looked at the guests on the left and right, and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency has a good proposal. ”

Some guests immediately responded to the road.

A white man in a literati shirt and a square scarf stood up, arched his hand to Bian Guiyan, and then looked at the guests on the left and right, and chuckled.

"Since the adults said so, I can't help but start for you and throw bricks and lead the way!"

He spoke modestly, but there was a hint of pride on his face when he talked and laughed, and he was obviously extremely confident in the poem he was about to compose.

Since receiving Bian Guiyan's invitation, the white man expected that he might have to compose poems at the banquet, and he has been meditating on poems related to the lake scenery for two days, and has already deduced a poem that he thinks is a masterpiece, which is enough to overwhelm the guests today.

He held his wine glass, looked at the lake outside the door, pretended to be improvised, and just opened his mouth to read out the poem he had written earlier.

Outside the house, two people suddenly walked in one after the other, one of them wearing a disheveled head, an old robe, and tattered shoes, somewhat resembling a beggar.

The other is dressed in a strong suit, with a handsome appearance, and a heroic temperament, which is also incompatible with the dignitaries, literati and celebrities present.

Yao Muyun's gaze swept over Bian Guiyan and the guests on the left and right, and then walked to the back seat on the left and sat down, and began to drink and eat as if no one was around.

Song Yuan also had no fluctuation in his face, sat down on the right seat opposite Yao Muyun, raised his wine glass, and drank by himself.

Bian Guiyan was also a wonderful person, he had always been willing to make friends with people, and when he ordered his subordinates to buy a banquet, he deliberately added a few more seats to entertain the literati who might have heard the sound and joined the banquet to drink and compose poems together.

But I didn't expect such a person to mess into the banquet.

But he didn't say anything to drive away.

"Of the two, one of them was dressed like a beggar, and his gestures were chic and uninhibited, not like an ordinary person.

The other one has a heroic face, a calm look, and an extraordinary bearing, perhaps a ranger who walks the world. ”

Bian Guiyan looked at Yao Muyun, who was eating and drinking wantonly, and Song Yuan, who was drinking calmly, his eyes were slightly condensed.

"Why offend people for a table of wine and food. ”

"Let's wait a moment and ask the two of them where they came from. ”

The host has not yet had a seizure, but the guests are a little unhappy.

When the guests saw the two people enter, they looked surprised at first, looking like beggars and looking like rangers, and if no one sat down to drink and eat food during the banquet, a trace of annoyance and disdain appeared in their eyes.

"You two are so rude!"

Bai Jing literati looked annoyed and scolded the two of them.

His poems had just begun when they were interrupted by Yao Muyun and Song Yuan, and the eyes of Bian Guiyan and the other guests who were originally looking at him were attracted by the two of them.

Just now he stood in the middle of the banquet holding a wine glass, no one cared for him, so he was not embarrassed.

"Since he was not a guest of the banquet, it was rude to rush into the banquet, and he did not apologize to Lord Bian as the host and us as guests, so he sat down to drink and eat meat as if no one was around!

Do you still have Lord Bian and us in your eyes?!"

He arched his hand to Bian Guiyan and said.

"Lord Bian, I request that these two rude people be driven out of the banquet immediately, and don't disturb Yaxing, who is drinking and composing poetry!"

"This ......"

Bian Guiyan's mouth opened slightly.

Among the guests, some people looked displeased, and they stood up, their eyes were contemptuous, and they angrily pointed at Yao Muyun and Song Yuan.

"That's right!

All of you here are either high-ranking officials or literati and celebrities, and the two of you, a beggar and a martial artist, have the qualifications to sit at the same table as me!"

Song Yuan ignored the clamoring, his expression was calm, he looked at Yao Muyun opposite, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, not planning to steal Yao Muyun's limelight.

In fact, he hadn't been able to comprehend the three spells for a long time.

With the strength of his body alone, it is difficult for him to steal the limelight and snatch Yao Muyun, who can make flying swords.

Hearing this, Yao Muyun put down his wine glass and chopsticks, raised his head and glanced at Song Yuan first, and then swept his gaze to the Baijing literati, the angry drinkers, and Bian Guiyan and others.

His gaze swept over everyone.

Everyone present was swept by his gaze, and for some reason their hearts tightened.

Just when everyone thought he was going to be angry, he replied with a chuckle on his face.

"Under the surname Yao, the name Mu Yun, a native of Xiaoshan, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, can be said to be good at nothing, if you have to say it, only one hand of swordsmanship may be okay. ”

"Swordsmanship?"

Hearing this, some of the guests looked relieved and sneered.

"You don't have a sword with you.

Even if you bring it, do you want to dance the sword now to cheer us up?"

The guests burst into laughter.

What is the difference between sword dancing is only for performance, and a music girl who is good at singing and dancing to give performances.

Are such lowly people worthy to sit at the table with them?

Being coaxed into laughter, Yao Muyun's face did not change, and he chuckled.

"Who said that Yao never brought a sword.

If you want to see me wielding a sword, why not? ”

"Okay, then you can show us!" someone sneered.

Yao Muyun's expression was calm, and he opened his mouth to spit out.

A lead pellet was spit out of his mouth and slowly fell into his palm.

The lead pellet rolled in his palm, turning into a small silver-gray sword several inches long, emitting red light like a glittering fire, floating from his palm!

"This is Kenmaru and Edgeworth's Technique?

Sure enough, Xuanqi!"

Song Yuan was on the side, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Yao Muyun chuckled at everyone.

"Look, this is my sword. ”

The silver-gray little sword pointed at the Bai Jing literati and the others before, exuding an astonishing sharp intent, as if he wanted to kill everything in front of him!

Everyone felt a chill on their necks, as if a cold wind was blowing quickly, their expressions were shocked, their mouths opened wide, they were so frightened that they couldn't speak, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Song Yuan also frowned, he faintly felt a sense of threat on the flying sword.

Feeling the sharp sword intent of the flying sword from the mural is not as clear as facing it in person.

"Yao Muyun's strength is stronger than I imagined. ”

Everyone present was so frightened that they couldn't speak, but Bian Guiyan, who was still a general judge, was a little timid.

His face was a little pale, his voice was dry, and he stumbled and pleaded with Yao Muyun.

"Immortal...... The swordsmanship of the immortals is really amazing!"

"I was so frightened that I could barely breathe, and I ...... Also ask the immortals to put away their swordsmanship.

I'm willing to apologize to the immortals!"