Seeing the woman smile, like a peach blossom blooming. The lips are red and the teeth are white, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, and he wears a blue brocade robe, and three or four flying leaves are embroidered with silver thread next to the placket. A head of green silk is knotted into seven or eight small braids, scattered on both sides of the cheeks, and the skin is more and more white and tender. Looking at it more closely, it turned out to be the person who was in the thatched hut at the foot of Congjian Mountain the day before yesterday, pretending to be a man and fighting with Luo Baiyi. Unexpectedly, it was the daughter of Chu Yunshan, the young lady of Yiye Jianmen, Chu Qing'an. That Chu Qing'an died since his mother died and was raised by Chu Yunshan. Therefore, Chu Yunshan is even more pampered, regarded as a pearl in the palm of his hand, and should not allow anything he asks. In addition, the senior brothers and sisters of the whole sect all care for and respect her, so her personality is lively and uninhibited, and sometimes even a little willful.

Because he was born in martial arts, he was not good at reading and not good at being a woman since he was a child, he only liked to practice martial arts, pretend to be a man, and do chivalrous things. But his person is so fresh, everything is not long, so he only learned his father's martial arts, that leaf sword gate famous move flying flower remnant leaf sacrifice a sword, practiced for more than ten years, now is eighteen years old, but still only learned the first sword and the first style. But fortunately, Yiye Jianmen is famous, and Chu Yunshan is also highly respected in the rivers and lakes, and although he only learned a sword, it is not small, so when Chu Qingan pretended to be a man and roamed the rivers and lakes, the opponent saw the identity of Yiye Jianmen, and he had scruples, so he did not entangle and provoke, and she also broke out of the name of "Yijian". Where there is only one sword, known as the poem "A sword strikes the rain and wet flying leaves, chuckles at Chang'an and sighs for falling flowers". She also calls herself a heroine, and she is even more proud and uninhibited. His father was helpless, but he never forced it, just doted.

"An'er, where did you run to mess around again? Seeing his daughter coming, Chu Yunshan rarely smiled. Chu Qing'an sat lightly on the side, next to Chu Yunshan: "Dad, how can you say that? What kind of nonsense am I, I'm trying to find out the strength of various sects for you!" Chu Qing'an tilted his head and replied to Chu Yunshan while eating pastries.

Chu Yunshan only felt funny, touched Chu Qing'an's head and said, "Oh, why do you want to find out the strength of each sect for your father?" Chu Qing'an got up, patted the pastry residues on his body, and said with a sly face as he walked back and forth: "I pretend to be a man and blend into the various sects to investigate, and then test their martial arts when necessary." In this way, you can report to your father and be prepared. In this way, wouldn't this Jade Buddha have a better chance of winning the Sword Sect!"

Chu Yunshan stroked his beard and laughed: "You, you, ghosts and spirits! In case someone finds out and exposes your identity, people will come to question your father and goddaughter, and you may even be injured by mistake. Besides, my Sword Gate held the Jade Buddha Meeting, and I wanted to fight for this Jade Buddha with real swords and real guns, so why should I secretly inquire about the truth of others. Then what do you gain?" Chu Qing'an thought for a long time before replying: "I have almost explored the bottom of each sect, only the ten ghost halls ......"

"What about the Ten Ghost Hall?" Chu Qing'an shook his head again: "I don't know, I just think their martial arts are very strange." And... And..."

"And what?" Chu Qing'an scratched his head ashamedly: "And I used the Flying Flower Remnant Leaf Sacrifice Sword, I can feel that they didn't break my sword move, but used a very strange internal force to suppress the sword qi." Chu Yunshan was taken aback when he heard this, and his face changed greatly. Chu Qing'an hurriedly asked, "Is Daddy angry, blaming his daughter for not using that sword?"

Chu Yunshan shook his head and sighed, "When you use that sword, Xiao Wuxian will definitely be able to recognize your identity, so he won't chase after you." Besides, the ten ghosts of the Ten Ghost Hall have their own magical powers, and it is not surprising that their martial arts are strange. Did Xiao Wuxian ever hurt you?" Chu Qing'an smiled: "I didn't fight Xiao Wuxian directly, but fought with the two people under him. He was not injured. At a critical juncture, I will follow the self-defense method taught me by my father, hit the deadly three points, and I will be able to get out!"

"You, you. I taught you to fight that life gate is for you to meet a small person outside, and use it to save your life, who let you use this kind of trick to cause trouble?" Xiao Wuxian blamed slightly, and Chu Qingan just smiled: "It's okay Dad, I didn't hurt anyone." At the critical moment, Xiao Wuxian used his internal strength to shatter my stones. "That's how it should be. Chu Yunshan nodded.

At this time, under the stage, among the people in the Ten Ghost Hall, Luo Baiyi was looking around idly, and suddenly saw the woman next to Chu Yunshan on the stage, and suddenly felt familiar, so he asked everyone to look at it together: "That woman is so familiar." Feng Zhan shook his fan and laughed: "How many girls have you said this?" Luo Baiyi was too lazy to take care of Feng Zhan, and Dao Xueke also said: "But it is familiar." It's like a woman dressed as a woman in a thatched hut that day. When everyone heard this, they all looked at Chu Qing'an. Xiao Wuxian stroked his beard and said: "When I saw her style of acting and the number of sword moves that day, I guessed that she was the rumored sword woman in the rivers and lakes, the daughter of Chu Yunshan, Chu Qing'an." ”

"Come regularly to visit me. Feng Zhan was thoughtful.

When everyone was ready, You Jinwen went to the high platform again and shouted loudly: "The second game is about to start, the Ten Ghost Hall, yes, Fulong Temple." ”

"Nanzhi, I'll leave it to you. Everyone in the Ten Ghost Hall sweated for Wen Nanzhi. Although the Fulong Temple is a monk, it is indeed a group of warrior monks, and they all take carrying water and climbing mountains as exercise on weekdays. The tank full of water, hundreds of catties of weight was carried on the shoulder. His martial arts attainments are known for his internal skills and fist and leg techniques. But he is a formidable adversary.

After another rest, the two sides went their separate ways. Wen Nanzhi slowly walked to the center of the martial arts arena, and a tall man also walked out of the group of monks opposite. Look at the monk, he is as strong as an ox, one head taller than Wen Nanzhi. Horizontal eyebrows, as if the angry eyes King Kong is in the world, strong and strong, like a seat of the wrestler. Holding a black iron tiger head Zen staff, wearing a goose yellow robe, revealing half of his arms. Thinking about it, there must be a fierce battle between the two. There was an old monk beside him, with his hands folded and bowed: "Amitabha, the poor monk is called Kongwu, and he is the abbot of Fulong Temple." This monk is the monk Yuancheng of the temple in the temple. We and other monks should not have participated in the battles in the rivers and lakes, but in recent years, the rivers and lakes have been strife, grievances and hatreds, and the killing has been too heavy. If you get this Jade Buddha, you can make the rivers and lakes work together, calm the troubles, and reduce the sins, which is really a great blessing. Therefore, this time our temple will go all out, and I hope the donor will forgive me. ”

Wen Nanzhi just arched his hand when he heard this: "Be polite." With that, the abbot retreated.

"Brother Wen is really taciturn, and he still speaks in this way to this day, which is incomprehensible. Luo Baiyi clasped his hands and smiled, seeing that everyone didn't answer, as if he had been snubbed, he pouted and continued to look at the martial arts arena. Everyone didn't know, but Xiao Wuxian deeply understood Wen Nanzhi's heart knot.

Wen Nanzhi's original name is no longer known, only that he was once the first talent, since he was a child, he read poetry and books, scattered all his family wealth to enter Beijing to take the exam, and failed to take the exam for several years, and then inadvertently found that his test paper was bribed by the rich child to change the examiner's name, and borrowed his talent to add an official to the knighthood. Angry, he wanted to report to the official to complain, but who knew that the officials and officials were in collusion with each other, and they actually broke his hands and feet and threw him to the wilderness to die. Poor Wen Nanzhi had gray hair overnight, and he was full of grief, eager to kill all the corrupt officials in the world. It must have been God who had mercy on him and was saved by an old man in the mountains. He healed his limbs and meridians intact, and taught him swordsmanship and martial arts. When he was healthy and proficient in martial arts, he said goodbye to the old man and went down the mountain. Later, he met Xiao Wuxi, so he joined the Ten Ghost Hall, waiting for the day when he could take revenge, and there was Wen Nanzhi, who is known as the "dead wood and cold cicada" on the rivers and lakes today.

"The dead wood grows white hair, and the cicadas lose their southern branches. "It's the fifth killer of the Ten Ghost Hall.

The flag on the field was windless and automatic, and it was silent. There seemed to be dead leaves slowly falling, and the heavy killing atmosphere was like late autumn, filling the audience.

Monk Yuancheng stepped away, lifted the Zen staff with one hand, and poked it on the ground, shaking the ground under his feet. The monk shouted, "And show your weapon!"

Wen Nanzhi was still expressionless, his feet were shoulder-width apart, he slowly raised the Chilling Cicada Sword in his left hand, drew the Chilling Cicada Sword with his right hand, and threw the scabbard aside. The long sword was horizontal in front of him, and the slender fingers flicked lightly on the sword body glowing with cold light, and the sword body trembled, making a "buzzing" sound, like a cold cicada flapping its wings, and like a low cry.

"There's a sword, chill. ”

I only heard the sound of the wind, and a strong force came, and the monk had already flown out the Zen staff. The Zen staff is made of dark iron, weighing seventy-two pounds, and those who are not infinitely powerful cannot wield it as usual. Wen Nanzhi did not retreat, stood sideways, and the Chilling Sword stepped forward, locked the Zen staff, made a circle of spinning in his hand, stepped out, and threw the Zen staff again. Monk Yuancheng went to pick up the Zen staff with both hands, and felt that the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and he took a few steps back before stopping.

"Leverage your strength. Chu Yunshan said, "Young and promising." ”

"The sad lonely moon goes, and the cold and thin wings return. Wen Nanzhi took off his black gauze crown, and his white hair spread out like snow. When the monk saw that Wen Nanzhi only stood in place and did not fight him, he was a little angry, and waved his Zen staff again, killing the general. "I'm going to teach you how to see my Leaping Tiger and Conquering the Dragon Staff!" Wen Nanzhi blocked it with a sword, and it was a palm on the monk's lower abdomen. Stretched out the Zen staff upwards to press, and then leaned down and turned around with a sword, stabbing upward. Monk Yuancheng hurriedly raised his head, the blade of the sword brushed the tip of his nose, took a few steps back, stabilized himself with a Zen staff, and swept another staff towards Wen Nanzhi. Wen Nanzhi flew up, walked straight up along the Zen staff, and was dodged by the monk with a sword stab. Yuan Cheng hurriedly raised his Zen staff to knock Wen Nanzhi to the ground. Wen Nanzhi turned around and made an elbow hit Yuancheng's right shoulder. Yuan Cheng also took this opportunity, his right shoulder went forward, Wen Nanzhi was not on guard, Yuan Cheng grabbed Wen Nanzhi's collar and slammed it back. He raised the Zen staff in his hand again and hit Wen Nanzhi. Wen fell to the ground and retreated again and again. The great monk hammered several rods and chiseled out seven or eight large holes in the stone ground, which shows the ruthlessness of the force.

Wen Nanzhi retreated again and again to dodge, but he didn't see that the Zen staff was already on his head, and he hurriedly used his sword to block it. The monk finally suppressed Wen Nanzhi, how could he let go of such a good opportunity and secretly exert force, and the arms and foreheads were all bursting with green tendons. Wen Nanzhi is like Mount Tai at the top, although he can resist, the ground under his body has cracked.

"This monk is as powerful as an ox, and I am afraid that Nanzhi will be lost. Feng Zhan worried. "Nanzhi swordsmanship is skillful, and non-brute force can be the enemy. Xiao Wuxian replied.

The monk wanted to exert his strength, so he raised his staff and flew up, Wen Nanzhi saw the opportunity to turn over and dodge, and with a backhand sword, Yuan Cheng raised his staff to meet him. The weapons collided, and each took a few steps back. Wen Nanzhi held the sword in his backhand, and the horizontal sword was in front. The monk flew in with a cane, grabbed the tail of the cane, and swept away. The chilling sword swirled in his hand, colliding and rubbing against the dark iron Zen staff, Wen Nanzhi used his sword to push the momentum of the Zen staff away, flew up, and kicked the monk in the chest. Yuan Cheng took a few steps back, Wen Nanzhi was reluctant, stabbed the lower abdomen with a sword, and was blocked by the monk with a Zen staff, the blade of the sword brushed the Zen staff, and the flesh of the left arm with a backhand. He kicked him in the abdomen again, flew in the opposite direction, and when he was in mid-air, he turned around and stabbed again, and he was caught off guard.

Monk Yuancheng was shocked and hurriedly used a Zen stick to block it. Between the swings of the Zen staff, the internal force has been unfolded. Drive the surrounding wind, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring. Wen Nanzhi was subjected to this internal force, and the sword wanted to get rid of it, and retreated repeatedly. The monk did a somersault, got up and smashed the Zen staff, like a tiger pounced on food, and hit him head-on. A strong internal force pressed the top, Wen Nanzhi couldn't dodge, a staff in the middle of his chest, his eyes were round, his mouth was spitting blood, he knelt on one knee, and he was still holding the cold cicada sword in his hand.

Everyone in the Ten Ghost Hall was shocked, and they were all worried about Wen Nanzhi. Only Xiao Wuxian is particularly indifferent.

Wen Nanzhi was distracted, looked at the long sword in his hand, there was already a little blood, like a plum blossom, and he laughed. The monk thought that he had the upper hand, so he set up the Zen staff and said slowly: "You have suffered internal injuries, if you do not heal, I am afraid that you will be worried about your life." Wen Nanzhi slapped his palm and turned over, his wrist flipped, and the chilling sword stabbed straight, or slashed horizontally, or swirled, or went straight to attack, or turned and stabbed down. The body shape changes, if the wings are chilling. Yuan Cheng hurriedly waved his Zen staff to parry, but Wen Nanzhi's moves gradually accelerated, and his breath gradually accelerated. Wen Nanzhi flew up, fell to the sky, and stabbed down from the sky with a sword. Yuan Cheng raised his staff to block, but he didn't expect that Wen Nanzhi just shook a sword, then turned around, landed lightly, and stabbed out with a sword split between his legs. The monk was swordsmanned at his waist, unsteady on his feet, and staggered in a few steps. Wen Nanzhi didn't give him a chance to breathe, and stabbed the cicada sword again, the sword broke through the long wind, not only the wind hunting but also the long sword vibrating, like a cicada singing and crying. The long sword changed twelve ways, and went straight to different directions, here is the exquisite swordsmanship learned by Wen Nanzhi, called the Twelve Swords of Chilling Cicada Drinking Dew. The monk couldn't parry, and he couldn't prevent one place from the other, and was stabbed one after another. The wind subsided, and Wen Nanzhi's white hair was windless and automatic.

Monk Yuancheng was already powerless to resist, so he just stood and panted, the robe on his body was torn, and the multiple sword wounds were oozing blood. Wen Nanzhi also had blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that the hammer on his chest was really not light. Flick the long sword into the sheath, and stand sideways with the horizontal sword in your hand. The monk gasped for a while, poked the Zen staff aside, put his hands together and said: "The swordsmanship under his feet is exquisite, and Yuan Cheng is ashamed of himself." ”

Wen Nanzhi still didn't talk, just nodded slightly.

After all, Fulong Temple is a monk, and since the skills of the people selected to fight are not as good as others, they will not be entangled, and then resign to Chu Yunshan and go down the mountain.

"Why don't you stay for a few more days to witness the grand occasion of winning the championship, and the old man will also do his best to be a landlord. Chu Yunshan said politely. The abbot of Kongwu thanked and said: "Amitabha, the kindness of the Lord of Chumen, the old monk has received it. It's just that since he has been defeated, it is inconvenient to continue to bother, so he should go down the mountain immediately. After a polite excuse, Chu Yunshan no longer insisted, and Fulong Temple and his party also went down the mountain and left.

Wen Nanzhi stepped off the high platform, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell forward unconscious. The people of the Ten Ghost Hall hurriedly helped him aside, and Xiao Wuxian took the pulse and said: "The internal force has entered the body, the meridians are damaged, and it needs to be recuperated immediately." Qingmeng, Yige, Ah Lie and I carried Nanzhi back to the wing room for treatment. Everyone got busy, leaving only Dao Xueke, Rao Mengli, Luo Baiyi, Feng Zhan and the demon in the umbrella on the side of the martial arts arena.

"I didn't expect that the reckless monk was so powerful that he could hurt Brother Wen like this. It seems that although we have entered the next round, this competition will definitely not be easy!" Luo Baiyi said with a matter-of-fact analysis. Dao Xueke looked at the bamboo knife in his hand, and then looked ahead, with a strange light in his eyes that was imperceptible to others: "The next round, let me go." ”

Rao Mengli was a little worried: "But we don't know who the opponent will be in the next round." Feng Zhan also echoed: "Xiaoli is right, don't make a decision easily. After the current round of the competition is over, the next round of lottery will be discussed. ”

In the guest room at this time, Xiao Wuxian and Wen Nanzhi were sitting cross-legged on the bed, and Xiao Wuxian was pranayama for him. Ling Yige, Duan Qingmeng, and Qiu Lie waited outside the door. Within a week, the force was finished, and Xiao Wuxian was pranayama when the door was pushed open.

"Brother Xiao is really talented, he can defeat the monk of Fulong Temple at a young age, and the old man is eye-opening today. Hereby send a good medicine for Wen Shaoxia's use. Someone bowed his hand. Xiao Wuxian opened his eyes, then got out of bed to accept the medicine, and saluted the man in return: "Old Decay Dai Nanzhi thank you Master Chumen." ”

If Chu Yunshan wanted to come in, Ling Yige and the three of them couldn't stop him. Moreover, if you live in someone else's house, how can you stop them? Chu Yunshan said: "Master Xiao Hall must not be polite, today I saw that there are such masters in the main hall of Xiao Hall, and if I want to come to the Jade Buddha, I will definitely get it from the Ten Ghost Hall." Of course, Xiao Wuxian knew that Chu Yunshan was just polite words, but he didn't know what his trip meant, but after all, when the other party came to deliver medicine, he was kind to the Ten Ghost Hall: "The Lord of Chumen is magnanimous, chivalrous and famous, and his martial arts are world-famous. Presumably, there are also heroes in the door. Ling Ai martial arts won the true inheritance of the master, presumably he will definitely make a difference in the future and win the Jade Buddha. ”

Hearing Xiao Wuxian talk about Chu Qing'an, Chu Yunshan was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, but he laughed again, and apologized: "The little woman is stubborn, and it is really disrespectful to rashly attack Hall Master Xiao the day before yesterday. The old man and the little daughter are here to make amends, and I hope that the master of Hall Xiao will not care. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries, and without saying anything else, Chu Yunshan said goodbye, and Xiao Wuxian also returned to the room to perform work for Wen Nanzhi.

Chu Yunshan returned to the martial arts arena and sat down, took a sip of tea, although he still had a slight smile on his face, he was a little unhappy in his heart for some reason. "Xiao Wuxian, if your Ten Ghost Hall encounters me in the next round, you will not blame the old man for being rude. Chu Yunshan thought to himself.