The twenty-second day of the first lunar month is the first auspicious day of the zodiac. The air was wet and cold, and there was scattered light snow in the sky. For ordinary people, the only thing left for the happy New Year is the red paper flying in the wind on the street, and the days to come will be refilled by labor. But for the people in Huating Mansion, the celebration has just begun.

The World Heroes Conference, this triennial event in the martial arts, really lived up to its name, and it really swept the heroes of all directions. It has 18 sub-venues, corresponding to 18 kinds of blades, on which anyone who practices martial arts can show their skills. Some people won a great victory and have since become famous, while others were defeated and discouraged. But in any case, it will not be worse than the fate that a Jianghu person should have.

Where there are people, there is money. In a grand event of this scale, silver will never be absent, it seems to have wings and blossom and bear fruit in Huating Mansion overnight. You see that in the three streets and six markets, there are many people buying and selling. There is a beautiful pattern of iron from Persia, and there is a shark skin sheath, and the iron is like clay. It's the golden saddle jade stirrup, the pearl bridle coral whip, only you can't think of it, where is there anything you can't buy?

Of course, these are just conventions in the eyes of the general public. For a small number of elites, the fate of the entire Jianghu for three years will be decided in the next three days. So they tried their best to fight for the interests of their sect, but seeing the intrigue and treachery, the excitement was no less than the competition outside.

At this time, the guests have arrived one after another. The main venue is located in Wan'an Temple, starting from more than ten miles outside, it is full of red flags, swaggering in the wind under the hazy sky, which is particularly eye-catching.

The temple is even more elaborately furnished. I don't know how many dark stoves are hidden in the corner, which warms the venue. If it weren't for the snow still falling in the sky, people would really feel that spring has arrived.

Under the green pines and cypresses, strange flowers and plants are blooming with their heads held high - they are all transferred from the south by the King of Qin, and they have used an unknown amount of manpower and material resources. However, after three days, when they have completed their mission, they are discarded on the side of the road or simply used as fodder for livestock.

The red walls and blue tiles have also been renovated, complementing the quaint dougong cornices, reflecting the gorgeous and calm charm everywhere. The most eye-catching is the wall in front of the gate, which is carved from a whole piece of white marble, and has a huge "Wu" character written on it with the famous handwriting of the dragon and the phoenix.

In the center of the venue, there are seven golden chairs, which belong to the seven most noble sects, namely: Zhengyijiao, Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong and Huashan. The representatives of the other sects sat around like a dotted dot, quite like the stars and the moon.

If the seven major factions are the seven bright moons, then their center must be the sun. In the very center, there is a small three-foot square high platform, where His Royal Highness King Qin appeared, where the rising sun rises.

Mixed Yuanzi attended the meeting on behalf of the Kunlun faction, and went to the golden chair early to sit down. Liu Banxian and Li Yan remained in the stands.

Just after the hour, I only heard the big bell in Wan'an Temple ring three times, and a gorgeous honor guard entered the venue. People know the rules and immediately stand up as a sign of respect.

But when he saw the golden gourd axe opening the way, in the middle was a phalanx composed of sixty-four horsemen. It is really like a tiger and a horse like a dragon, and everyone can't help but secretly applaud when they see it. Under the umbrella of Huang Luo, one person sat in the middle of the four generals, born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and unparalleled, it was Qin Wang Siming.

When the people saw the King of Qin, they cheered: "The king drives a thousand years old and a thousand years old!"

But some of the old and serious people feel a little uneasy. The set of honor guards played by Siming is too much like the emperor. At the very least, this is called not understanding the rules, but at the big level, it is said that this is "overstepping", and it is a lawless person who wants to lose his head.

However, this kind of thought is only a flash, anyway, when the sky falls, there is a big top, and it can't hit yourself.

Li Yan looked at the team with interest, and suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, pulling Liu Banxian's sleeve: "Master, Master!

"What's wrong?"

Li Yan stretched out his hand and pointed at a woman beside Si Ming: "She is Hongye!"

Liu Banxian looked in the direction, the woman was riding a white horse, located in front of the right of King Qin, wearing chain mail like rotten silver, and carrying an autumn water treasure knife at her waist. is one of four personal guards.

Liu Banxian said in a low voice: "How is it possible? Didn't you say that she was dead?"

Li Yan nodded: "That's right, I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"That's weird......" Liu Banxian scratched his head: "There have been too many strange things recently, and I can't figure it out for a while." However, we must proceed with caution, on the one hand, to investigate the movement of the 'Morning Mist', and on the other hand, ......"

He gently shook the handkerchief with blood written on it: "I also want to find someone related to this handkerchief." ”

At this time, I only heard Si Ming say in a deep voice: "Friends from the rivers and lakes have always been good, Xiao Wang has given you a gift!"

Everyone replied in unison: "Don't dare, Lord Wan'an!"

Next to Li Yan are two monks, a monk and a layman, and it seems that the status of the rivers and lakes is not low. The man dressed as a layman asked, "Great monk, don't look at this King of Qin, who is not very old, but his voice is really old!"

The monk said: "Hou Daxia, there is a cause in this. When King Qin was still the prince, he was framed by a traitor and mistakenly took poisoned tea. The old prince Zhang Xiaoqing slit his throat and released poisonous blood to save his life. Later, although a national hand personally applied medicine stones, so that he could still speak, his voice was not like that of a teenager. ”

The man surnamed Hou was silent for a long time after hearing this, and sighed: "They all say that the prince's house is good, but I think sometimes it is not as good as ordinary people!"

"Exactly......

Li Yan listened to two gossips, and then turned his gaze back to Momiji.

Momiji stood with a knife on her shoulder, looking heroic, no matter how you look at it, she is undoubtedly herself. Li Yan looked at it for a long time, and suddenly noticed a subtle sense of incongruity. But I can't tell what's wrong......

Just as he was puzzled, the crowd suddenly cheered. It turned out that King Qin's speech had finished and it was time to start the discussion. This first proposal was to increase the original seven factions by one to eight. What's new is the Tianchi faction, a famous sect outside the Guanwai.

In the bitter cold land outside the Guan, the people are fierce, and there are many generous and righteous martyrs, but there are few contacts with the Central Plains, so it seems that the talents are withering. This time, it is one of the eight major factions, and it can be regarded as a fight for outsiders.

When King Qin asked if anyone objected, the entire venue was silent, and no one wanted to offend the entire Guanwai in full view. The issue went quite smoothly and the second session began.

This topic is on the minds of everyone present, and the discussion is how to deal with the "morning fog".

The existence of the "morning mist" is no longer a secret. But no one can prove its existence. If you calculate it carefully, many sects have a few blood accounts with it.