The country never sleeps and the moon is thousands of miles, and the world is selfless and jade

Although the end of autumn has not yet passed in the calendar, the cold winter has quietly arrived, and the snow has scattered around the sword field in the outer courtyard.

Even though winter has arrived, there are still many young disciples who are sharpening their swordsmanship in the sword field.

They warmed their hands with hot air, and each beckoned to a familiar friend of the same sect, asking them to check their sword moves for lack of momentum, so as to put their swordsmanship back on the right track and cope with the next inspection.

At this time, in the corner of the sword field, there was a thin figure sitting alone.

He sat cross-legged, his right elbow on his knee, his palm on his cheek, and a pair of eyes looked boredly at the many disciples dancing swords in the wind and snow, but the disciple sword in his own hand was like a grass carp that jumped ashore by mistake and jumped a few times on the dry land from time to time because of lack of water.

It's like a dead fish.

Yu Mocun sighed slightly, then looked up at the winter snow and sun above his head, and shook his head helplessly.

Today's course is the sword department in charge of Master Xu of the inner gate, so in order to leave a good impression on the master of the inner gate, many disciples of the outer courtyard are working hard to spur themselves to cheer up, and they must not be careless.

But Yu Mocun knew how many catties and taels he had, let alone practicing swordsmanship, he hadn't even learned the basic and basic sword holding techniques.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn the sword well, it's just that no matter how hard he works and how hard he remembers, he can think about it all, but whenever he gets his hands on the sword, his head is like a blank, and an awkward feeling will arise spontaneously, and it will be even more difficult to advance an inch of swordsmanship.

Therefore, since he entered the outer courtyard, he Yu Mocun has been at the bottom of the ranking, and it is still a long-term hold, and no one can beat it.

Somewhat depressed, he placed the wooden sword on his lap, his hands propped his head on, and his eyes fixed on the blade of the sword, as if to see what was going on.

"Hey, little Mozi, what are you looking at?"

A voice sounded behind him, and then a hand patted his left shoulder, Yu Mocun turned his head to the left in a daze, only to find that there was no one behind him, and a voice sounded next to him on the right side, full of teasing.

"Hey, here!"

Yu Mocun turned his head, and when he saw the person coming, he looked him up and down a few times, glanced at his lips again, and said helplessly:

"You're so bored. ”

The young man wearing a dark color outer courtyard disciple uniform put one hand on Yu Mocun's shoulder, and the other hand held the disciple's saber on his shoulder. But Yu Mocun felt that a face-loving guy like him deliberately carried the wooden sword on his shoulder, which was not heavy, in order to show off the majesty of a swordsman and show his magnificence.

"Oh, aren't you more bored?"

The young man's smile froze on his face, and then he snorted again, and said ruffianly. Of course he knew what this guy was taunting him, but he was just happy to do it.

After Yu Mocun glanced at him, he pouted towards the middle of the field, and said, "Ruan Dongyu, why don't you go up and practice?"

"Hey, it's boring!"

Ruan Dongyu waved his hand, leaned on the stone steps, shook Erlang's legs and sighed: "Ruan is really not interested, there is really no one who can fight...... I can't imagine that my outer courtyard is now so weak, it really makes those inner disciples laugh in shame......"

He sighed softly, looking embarrassed that the vicissitudes of life had changed, but Yu Mocun, who was watching him from the side, wanted to leave two fist marks on this shameless face.

Yu Mocun looked at him with disdain, and said indifferently: "There is no one who can fight?" If it weren't for me entering Jingfu, you, the old antique identity of a disciple of the Ten Thousand Years Outer Court, would probably have to sit through the sword ranking. ”

"Ahem..."

Ruan Dongyu coughed lightly a few times, and quickly covered up the embarrassment in his eyes, he patted Yu Mocun's shoulder, and said seriously: "What do you ask me to say about you, Xiao Mozi, how many times have I told you, you can't be so superficial, don't you know that there is a saying called small hidden in the wild, big hidden in the city? Ruan Mou, I just don't want to get away with these false names, do you think my competition with many disciples didn't stop at the point?" Some things have to be hidden, if your brother and I are really serious, if I don't brag with you, I will still win the first place in the house list for you!"

"That's because people don't want to cripple you......"

Yu Mocun looked at this prodigal who was still out of breath after talking nonsense, and couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that your brazen magic skills are not in vain, and winning the first place in the government list must be more than enough.

If it weren't for the fact that some new disciples received some small favors from him and promised to abstain when they met him in the sword competition, so that he had accumulated some "victories" over the years, just by virtue of his Ruan Dongyu's words, he would be invincible in the world, and he would have a weak heart, and it would be his turn to sit at the end of the sword list.

"Yo, who said that you can win the first place on the government list?"

A calm, yet provocative voice sounded behind the duo, breaking the atmosphere of the casual duo.

Yu Mocun and Ruan Dongyu turned their heads and saw a group of people walking not far from the corridor, most of them were dressed in dark colored outer courtyard disciple robes, and the embroidery of the Jingfu outer courtyard fell on the left chest of the robe. The only difference between the two of them was that the swords they were carrying were not wooden, but real golden and iron blades with scabbards.

Yu Mocun narrowed his eyes, and his heart suddenly became vigilant.

This group of people are all disciples of the outer courtyard to which the Sword Gate belongs, and some of them have not weak kendo cultivation, while some of them are some small family disciples who stayed in the outer courtyard because they couldn't enter the inner gate at the beginning, but they all have a kendo cultivation far beyond him. If there is no accident, after the government examination in the middle of winter this year, they will enter the sword gate of the inner gate to practice, and bid farewell to the identity of disciples of the outer court.

The reason why the outer courtyard is called the outer courtyard is because they only have the former site of the "Nanhu Academy" to study, and the reason why the inner gate is called the inner gate is because they have eight factions, one heavy and one door, so they are called the inner gate.

In the inner gate, the identity and status of the disciples of the sword gate are divided into three levels: passing the sword, inheriting the sword, and holding the sword. Lin Qubai, who fought against Gu An before, was one of the eight inner sects - the youngest sword disciple of the Sword Sect. And although these disciples of the Sword Sect affiliated to the Outer Court did not obtain the status of the lowest-level sword-wielding disciples, for the other disciples of the Outer Court who were powerless behind them, it could already be regarded as a real recognition in the Jingfu Academy.

Therefore, for these disciples of the outer court who have factions, some civilian children who do not have a background will generally not provoke, if the other party has a grudge and wants to give himself small shoes to wear, he will stabilize himself in the future, and if he wants to bully others, there is a chance.

"Bad dishes..."

Ruan Dongyu turned his head slightly and whispered to Yu Mocun, trying in vain to hide his tall body behind Yu Mocun, who was nearly a head shorter than him, and the wooden sword on his shoulder was not returned to his waist, where was there still Fang Cai's invincible pride.

"Look what you can..."

The corners of Yu Mocun's mouth twitched, gritting his teeth, but he pulled Ruan Dongyu behind him back to his side, and did not forget to make it tingle with a slight force between his fingers.

"Who is my Dao, isn't this 'Yu Bangshou' and 'Ruan Bangyan'?"

The thin young man with a pair of slender eyes that were half of the pupils off looked at them and sneered slightly, deliberately amplifying the volume when he spoke to attract the attention of the disciples who were practicing in the sword field.

"yes, it seems that I heard them say that the number one in the house list is not Erer, if you get serious, you can also step on it. ”

A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at Yu Mocun and the two of them slyly, and smiled coldly, with a look of disdain for the two of them in his eyes.

"What?!Who is so ashamed?!"

"The number one on the list is also something that the two of you can covet?"

"You don't need to practice and still talk behind people's backs, it's really ashamed to be with them!"

“......”

Some of the disciples of the outer courtyard in the sword field were also indignant, these two people who had been at the end for a long time had the audacity to speak out, so they did not take the pride of the outer courtyard and the inner gate in their eyes, it was really too presumptuous.

"You!"

Yu Mocun's anger burned in his heart, and he wanted to make a statement, but Ruan Dongyu, who was beside him, pressed his shoulder with force, stopped his body, and signaled to him with his eyes, not to be hot-headed for a while.

Yu Mocun calmed his mood, but it was too aggrieved to accept it like this, which made the young man, who had never vomited or unhappy, clenched his fists slightly.

"Yo, what, want to do it?"

The young man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks glared, looking unreasonable, he turned over and jumped down the corridor and walked in front of Yu Mocun and the others.

"No, no, the child is angry, don't go to your heart, senior brothers. ”

Ruan Dongyu rubbed his hands and said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, not like that?"

The man crossed his arms, squinted at Yu Mocun, squinted his eyes and said sarcastically: "Isn't this kid the one who? By the way, the one who dared to reason with Senior Brother Qu Bai a few days ago?"

"It's terrible, now do you think you can walk sideways by climbing Gu An's tree?

After saying that, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and he was about to draw the sword out of the sheath and teach Yu Mocun and the two of them a lesson.

"Enough. ”

Just when the man's sword was three inches out of the sheath, there was a voice behind him that lacked emotion, his hand that drew his sword paused, and then glared at Yu Mocun and Ruan Dongyu fiercely, and reluctantly returned the sword to the sheath, and after snorting coldly, he said in a deep voice: "Count your good luck!"

Then he stepped aside and gave way to the group of people behind him, only to see that his originally arrogant and domineering face changed into a flattering look like a play changing his face after seeing the person in the crowd, and said respectfully: "Senior Brother Hua, I met two guys who didn't open your eyes, and I really didn't want to go." ”

Yu Mocun looked along the field of vision, and saw that Wu Heng lowered his eyebrows and looked at the person, wearing a sky-blue disciple's robe, with a light blue geometric belt tied around his waist, and a sword with a beautiful and beautiful sword hanging from his whole body, and there was a faint sharp air flowing in it. His black hair was tied in a bun, meticulous and neat, and his sword-like eyebrows flew obliquely into the few strands of hair under the corners of his temples, and his grim expression added a bit of arrogance to the three-dimensional contours of his face.