The spring breeze blows.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Ning Shi leaned on the morning bell and dusk drum tower to watch the excitement.

Jiang Liuyun, who lost the deer ear sword, was watching the excitement the same, but his mood was different.

Ning Shi was relaxed and comfortable, at most a little hungry, while Jiang Liuyun was staring blankly, not knowing what he was thinking. may still be immersed in the smile of his Wan'er sister. He didn't take this sword to heart, with his master Yan Weike and his uncle Guan Shanyue here, no one dared to touch him in the Listening Rain Pavilion.

For this point, Jiang Liuyun has been categorically convinced from beginning to end.

"Hey. ”

There was a call in my ears.

Jiang Liuyun looked down and saw Meng Bajiu hooking his finger towards him.

Subconsciously bent down and asked very politely: "Mr. Jiu, what do you command, just say it." ”

Meng Bajiu pointed at Guan Shanyue: "Go and ask your pavilion master, it's inconvenient to send me the Tingyu Sword." ”

Jiang Liuyun didn't know what he was thinking, so he answered and left, but he didn't take two steps and suddenly stopped, and exclaimed: "You want to listen to the rain sword, why don't you die!"

Perhaps he was shocked, Jiang Liuyun's voice was very loud.

At this time, the sword dance had just ended, the applause had just subsided, and Guan Shanyue was just about to speak, in this case, Jiang Liuyun's voice became very harsh.

However.

There is no regret medicine left.

Jiang Liuyun's words were like a tide, and in a few minutes, the sword cultivators of the entire Listening to the Rain Pavilion all knew a news: "Meng Bajiu actually came to eat the Listening Rain Sword this time." ”

The Deer Ear Sword can be given to you, no problem.

The butterfly tail sword can also be sent to you, no harm.

Even if you ask Tingyu Pavilion for a spirit sword again, at this Spring Hall Sword Meeting, Guan Shanyue will definitely grit her teeth and agree, everything is based on the overall situation. But listening to the rain sword is not good, listening to the rain sword is the spiritual weapon of the sect, representing the dignity of the rain pavilion, the reputation of the rain pavilion, and the image of the rain pavilion.

A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated.

Meng Bajiu wants to eat and listen to the rain sword, which is equivalent to insulting the listening rain pavilion in public.

The sound of a sword drawn.

One after another.

All the disciples who listened to the Yu Pavilion looked at each other, and felt incredulous, and at the same time, their cheeks were hot: "I heard that the Yu Pavilion has done its best, the head that should be lowered is lowered, the things that should be endured have been endured, and the way to kneel has also been kneeled, what else?"

"Listening to Yuge, you can be thick-skinned. ”

"Listening to the rain pavilion, you can swallow your anger. ”

"But listening to Yuge, you can't be shameless, you can't sell your ancestors, you can't let people dig up your ancestors' graves. ”

Guan Shanyue was even more angry and trembled, he couldn't control the sword in his hand a little, but he was the pavilion master, he couldn't be rash.

A backhand slap on Jiang Liuyun's cheek, and for the first time in his life, he whipped his favorite nephew away: "Bastard thing! Nonsense! What kind of identity is Mr. Nine, when did you say such a thing, take care of your mouth!"

Jiang Liuyun opened his mouth, with a look of grievance: "It's not me who said, it's ......"

There was a snap.

Jiang Liuyun was pumped for the second time, more than ten meters away, and flew out directly from the six-story pavilion: "Get down, face the wall for three years!"

The attic was full of sword-dancing disciples, and naturally someone caught Jiang Liuyun.

Guan Shanyue's cheeks were slightly red, and she apologized to Meng Bajiu: "Shanyue has no way to discipline him, Mr. Jiu is smiling, and after Rong Shanyue will definitely take him to the door in person to apologize." ”

A last effort.

This was Guan Shanyue's last effort.

It is also the bottom line given by Yuge, Guan Shanyue put the accent on the word ceremony, and the meaning is obvious: "Please don't listen to the rain sword at this time, after the Spring Hall Sword Meeting, I will give a heavy gift." ”

Inside the pavilion.

Outside the Pavilion.

Silent.

Meng Bajiu on the seat pondered for a moment, but still couldn't hold back, she had been waiting for this moment for too long.

She learned swords at the age of three, entered the country at the age of six, channeled at the age of thirteen, walked the world at the age of sixteen, and ate nine thousand swords in martial arts, in order to become the first sword immortal in the Four Seas Shenzhou.

Compared with the name of the Sword Immortal and the dignity of the Listening Rain Pavilion, which is more important?

Meng Bajiu felt that Tingyu Pavilion should feel honored, and then she said so: "Your disciple is not wrong, I did say that I want the Tingyu Sword, as long as this one is given to me, I will leave Luoyang." ”

Guan Shanyue stared at Meng Bajiu deadly: "No negotiation?"

Meng Bajiu: "I just need to listen to the rain sword." ”

Guan Shanyue: "Doesn't Mr. Nine find it difficult to be strong?"

Meng Bajiu: "I have my reasoning, if you give it to me, you will naturally know that my reasoning is definitely more reasonable than yours." You can not listen to it, but it will not affect the result, listen to the rain sword let me see it, that is mine. ”

Guan Shanyue had nothing to say.

Because Meng Bajiu is unreasonable.

But this kind of unreasonableness just shows the biggest truth: "People's swords are stronger, and other people's own principles are reasonable, and the rivers and lakes of cultivators are so reasonable, but they are unreasonable." ”

Guan Shanyue weighed the gap between herself and Meng Bajiu.

The difference between the mounds and the mountains.

Taking a deep breath, Guan Shanyue said word by word: "Mr. Jiu, Shanyue is willing to exchange her body for listening to the rain, is it okay?"

Guan Shanyue is the master of the Listening Rain Pavilion, and the peace of the Pavilion is exchanged for one life, and the rivers and lakes of the cultivators recognize this method.

But Meng Bajiu didn't admit it, she shook her head: "I just need to listen to the rain sword." ”

Laughed miserably.

Compassion arises from the heart.

Guan Shanyue tightened the Tingyu Sword in her hand, suddenly turned around, and said aloud to the outside of the pavilion: "I am Tingyu Pavilion Guan Shanyue, today's Chuntang Sword Meeting, I, Guan Shanyue, on behalf of Tingyu Pavilion, volunteered to challenge Mr. Jianmen Jiu, with Tingyu Sword as a note, a battle of life and death." The sword has no eyes, life and death have their own destiny, and if I die, the pavilion master will be succeeded by the first elder. The sword cultivation of the four seas is proof, and all the consequences, I Guan Shanyue will bear it alone. ”

End of the story.

Guan Shanyue, listening to the rain out of the sheath, the sword is horizontal in front of the chest, and the wind is saluting.

Meng Bajiu quietly listened to Guan Shanyue's words, but shook his head slightly: "You are also a sword cultivator, you should seek the Great Dao, you should not be influenced by the secular Lady of Etiquette, people die like lights go out, if people die, how can they prove their name for the sword? For 1,200 years, if the sword cultivator is like you, how can you become an immortal? How to compete with the side road?"

After a pause, Meng Bajiu added: "I want you to listen to the rain, not to humiliate your sect, but to testify for the cultivation of the Four Seas Sword." If you don't understand, I won't explain, and I'll see it naturally. ”

Meng Bajiu thought: "When I eat this rain sword and become an immortal, you will believe it." The sword-eating female demon you always thought was just cultivating her own sword path, a different sword path from you, nothing more. ”

Sixth floor attic.

There were three hundred and sixty-seven in all.

The next moment, I saw a shocking scene.

Guan Shanyue was in his own sect, and it coincided with the Spring Hall Sword Meeting, and the qi calculation was at its peak, and nearly a thousand disciples borrowed the Sword Pavilion Master, and the sword rain was like a pillar.

But.

But it couldn't match Meng Bajiu's finger.

Meng Bajiu, who got up from his seat, just raised his hand lightly and stabbed out a finger.

The rain stopped.

Listen to the rain and throw it.

On the morning bell and dusk drum tower in the distance, Ning Shi's eyes widened, and his sword qi like a rainbow rain pillar came to an abrupt end.