The day is slightly rainy and getting cooler.

In a paddy field by the Wei River, some villagers harvest watercress.

There is a village not far from the paddy fields.

This village is all blue bricks and black tiles, although it is simple, but there is before the Changling Palace, every brick and tile is full of old atmosphere, and even the thick moss in the cool rain silk is extraordinarily charming.

These villagers were dark and thin, and they were accustomed to working in the water and in the rain, and in such a drizzle, they did not even wear their clothes, but let the rain gradually wet their clothes.

Someone with an umbrella walked to the side of the road in the depths of the village.

Ordinary people's oil-paper umbrellas are dark yellow, but his umbrellas are also cyan, which looks elegant.

Someone came up from afar, and he was waiting.

This is a young man who appears to be very clean.

His hair was meticulously combed, his fingernails were neatly trimmed, he walked slowly in the rain, and his clothes were so clean that even the uppers of his shoes were not stained with mud.

When several carriages approached in the distance, he walked forward and stopped, like a green lotus, still in the middle of the road.

"But the king of the Bashan Sword Field is in a dream?"

When the carriages stopped, he put away his umbrella and bowed his head to the carriages, and asked.

"I am. ”

Wang Jingmeng lifted the curtain of the car door and walked out, he looked at the young man and asked, "Are you?"

"Mo Ying. The young man said.

"It's a cultivator of Tianyi Pavilion. Lin Boiled Wine walked out with Wang Jingmeng and said, "He is also one of the most famous geniuses in Changling." ”

"It shouldn't be one, it's the only one. ”

Mo Ying didn't show any arrogance, and seemed to just calmly recount a certain fact, "At the beginning of this month, Chen Liuyun, who is as famous as me, has been defeated by my sword. ”

"How did you know I was coming today?" Wang Jingmeng didn't care about one or the only one, he thought for a moment and asked.

"My uncle is the general guard of Bashan County, and your customs clearance documents are checked by his subordinates, so I knew it for the first time, this may be regarded as self-interest, and the time is about the same... I may have known earlier than most of the magnates in Changling at this time. ”

Mo Ying patiently explained two sentences, and then said, "I'm waiting for you here, I want to compete with you." ”

Listening to the word sword, Wang Jingmeng's face did not change in the slightest, but Lin Zhujiu's face was a little weird.

"I don't know what others think, but for me, as a sword master, it is natural to have a heart, and it is natural to fight for the head of the sword. Mo Ying said calmly: "Changling is a place where cultivators from the Qin Land gather, and it is natural to be the first in the Great Qin Dynasty in the past, but your master Gu Liren openly accepts apprentices, but it makes it meaningless to win the first place in Changling." ”

"Because now everybody thinks you're number one among young talents. ”

Mo Ying looked at Wang Jingmeng and said, "But I'm not convinced, the teacher's achievements may not necessarily represent the disciple's achievements. So I want to find you to compete with the sword, and I hope you don't refuse. ”

After listening to his words quietly, Wang Jingmeng nodded, his gaze crossed Mo Ying and the village behind Mo Ying, and fell towards the big city in the distance.

It was a big city he couldn't have imagined.

The gray walls and black tiles are as endless as the sea, and they are in the dark shadows of the distant mountains at the end of the line of sight.

He had already known that Changling was big, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

"Since I am the capital, why don't there be walls?"

He didn't answer Mo Ying's words first, but just asked this sentence calmly.

Mo Ying was slightly stunned, frowned, and said: "The old wall was damaged more than half in the war, and then the scale of Changling continued to increase, so the old wall was abandoned to build a new wall, but a few years ago, the battle with Chu was lost, money and food were tight, and there was not enough labor. ”

Wang Jingmeng nodded, his gaze retracted, fell on Mo Ying's slightly frowning brow, and said, "You are wrong, even if you don't ask me to compete with the sword, I should also look for you to compete with the sword." ”

Mo Ying was stunned for a moment.

Wang Jingmeng continued: "When I came to Changling, I wanted to find various sects and factions to compete with swords, but what I wanted was different from you, to be the head of the sword, of course, not the first among the young talents, but to be the same as my master, no matter if you are young or old, as long as you use the sword, I will be the first, the head, and the head of the sword in the world." ”

Mo Ying's brows furrowed a little deeper, he didn't hide what he was thinking, and said directly: "Any cultivation takes time... When you say that, your tone is too loud. ”

Wang Jingmeng laughed.

He smiled brightly.

He grasped the hilt of the sword at his side, then bowed slightly to the young cultivator of Tianyi Pavilion, and said, "Please." ”

Mo Ying's brows relaxed.

His state of mind also returned to a complete calm.

He slowly lifted his green umbrella, bowed slightly, and said, "Please." ”

Wang Jingmeng put his sword in his chest, and then drew his sword.

With a soft roar, Mo Ying's sword was also unsheathed.

His sword was pulled out of the umbrella handle, the hilt was cyan, but the blade was transparent and crystalline, like a piece of ice.

As his sword pulled out of its hilt, the air between the Dao became moist and viscous.

Around the body of his sword, many crystal and heavy droplets of water appeared.

With a light drink, his sword body shook slightly, and dozens of water droplets shot towards Wang Jingmeng, turning into dozens of crystal lines of water in the air.

The sword light in Wang Jingmeng's hand swayed, like a peacock opening the screen, and a sword suddenly unfolded into countless swords in his hand.

The crystal waterlines were all blocked by the sword light, and they all shattered into mist.

The rain and mist obscured his vision in front of him, but several crystal raindrops appeared in the sky, which grew in an instant, turning into several thin small swords, falling towards him with a terrifying roar.

However, Wang Jingmeng didn't care about these water swords falling from the sky, and his sword stabbed forward extremely smoothly, like a clumsy stone in the rain and mist.

There were dozens of crisp collision sounds in the rain and fog.

The rain mist dispersed with the shock of the sword qi, and Mo Ying's face retreated with an extremely solemn expression, and the several rain swords that fell from the sky were shattered into mist when they were less than a few feet above Wang Jingmeng's head.

Wang Jingmeng stepped forward, and the sword in his hand slammed forward.

There was a roar in the air, and all the mist followed his sword body, forming a big wave, which crashed in front of Mo Ying.

Mo Ying's sword slashed in front of him, and a crystal chain of water stopped the big wave, but his entire body shook again, and he took three steps back.

"The Humble Stone Sword of the Humble Stone Sword Sect. ”

"The turbidity of Yunshui Palace is monstrous. ”

A voice rang in his head.

His state of mind was also turbulent, he didn't expect Wang Jingmeng to use the swordsmanship of other sects, and what he didn't expect was that such a sword move was perfect and impeccable in Wang Jingmeng's hands.