"Why are there so many people today?"

When Yan Xinlan said this, it was still early in the morning, ordinary people had just used the time too early, and most of the shops on both sides of the street had just opened their doors for business.

The weather is sunny and breezy, and it is indeed a good weather for travel.

It's just that there is still half an hour before the sword competition, and the area around the drying yard is already overcrowded.

Lin Zhujiu smiled slightly, he wanted to say that it was naturally the beautiful one who won last time, but the person he chose this time was right, but he frowned slightly.

"There are too many idlers. ”

He whispered, "Someone spent money... There are more people who want to see it. ”

Yan Xinlan's brows also furrowed slightly.

There are quite a few idlers in any city.

Some are lazy people who are born to work hard, even if they eat the last meal and don't have the next meal, but would rather bask in the sun and do nothing, and some are broken households that have lost their livelihood and want to turn over and have no capital, so they have nothing to do on the streets, casually looking for some odd jobs, trying to reward money and make a living.

But in a big city like Changling, more idle people gathered together in groups to form some kind of livelihood.

As long as someone spends money, there will naturally be someone to deal with these idle people, the most common is to gather people to make trouble, followed by the opening of some large shops, resulting in the illusion of countless guests, full of popularity.

Of course, spreading news and running errands for others is what such idle people often do.

But if they are really asked to use knives and guns, none of these idle people will do it, I am afraid that when they see that they want to do it, they will turn around and run.

It's just that in a big city like Changling, there are not many times to use swords and bleed, but there are many times to create momentum, so these idle people are far more than the idle people in ordinary cities.

"It's not like someone is asking them to find trouble. ”

Lin Zhujiu looked at the expressions of those people carefully and said.

There was not the slightest nervousness on the faces of these idle people, and I am afraid that the one who gave the money would also ask them to fill the number.

"Then it seems that the person behind this money thinks that you can win against Yu Xiuchun this time. Yan Xinlan turned her head to look at him and said, "Xingshi moves the people... If Yu Xiuchun loses, he will suddenly be a big sensation, and the next sword competition will probably be a lot of people. ”

......

Yu Xiuchun's carriage also traveled through the spring light.

Then his carriage was blocked by another carriage.

No one got out of the carriage, but the voices of the people in the carriage in front of him reached his ears.

"The more people there are, the more shameless they will lose when they lose. My family asked me to ask you a question, do you want to compete with Wang Jingmeng, or do you want you to compete with Wang Jingmeng. ”

"It's me who wants to compete with Wang Jingmeng. Yu Xiuchun said calmly.

The man in the carriage in front of him said no more, and slowly leaned to the side to make way out.

.......

There were many onlookers, and the sound of the road let everyone in the Bashan Sword Field, who had already arrived first, know that Yu Xiuchun had also arrived.

Wang Jingmeng got out of the carriage, he waited calmly, and when Yu Xiuchun got out of the carriage and walked towards him, he bowed seriously and said, "It's still early." ”

Yu Xiuchun looked at this young man in the morning light, but there was a taste of pride in his humility that was difficult to describe in words.

He couldn't help but smile.

He felt that Wang Jingmeng was like the rising sun at this time, full of vitality and unstoppable.

"Now that we've arrived, it's not too early. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at Yu Xiuchun, met the other party's gaze, and inexplicably thought of the early morning when Gu Liren met himself, at this time, Yu Xiuchun had a taste similar to Gu Liren, which had nothing to do with the realm of cultivation, but a taste between teachers and juniors.

However, his brows frowned quietly, he looked at Yu Xiuchun, and said softly: "You are injured." ”

"It's not about sword fighting. ”

Yu Xiuchun smiled: "If a swordsman encounters a challenge, even if he is injured, he must fight, this is a kind of pride, if he is injured and afraid of fighting, he should be laughed at." You hope that all the Qin people will be ashamed, and I also hope that all the Qin people can be brave and not afraid of the powerful. ”

Wang Jingmeng nodded, he didn't speak again, but bowed seriously again.

Yu Xiuchun bowed in return.

His body slowly lifted, and his face became absolutely calm, without any emotion.

He raised the sword in his hand first, and then said loudly: "Three-point Sword Hall, Yu Xiuchun." ”

Wang Jingmeng crossed the sword in his chest and said: "Bashan Sword Field, Wang Jingmeng." ”

When the voices of the two sounded, the room became silent.

On one side of the drying yard, in a tea shop closest to the two people, one person was pouring tea.

Listening to the voices of these two people, the person who poured the tea couldn't help but turn his head to look, the teapot in his hand kept coming out of the water, and the tea in the cup overflowed.

The spilled hot tea dripped down the edge of the table on his trouser legs, and he ate hot, and suddenly he couldn't help but sigh.

When this sound sounded, two sword lights lit up at the same time.

......

Of course, the majority of the people on the sidelines are ordinary people, and most of the idle people who are full of them don't know how to swordsmanship.

When these two sword lights lit up, they only felt that when Yu Xiuchun took out the sword, the sword sound was pleasant, and the sword light was clustered, as beautiful as flowers, but it was only after a few breaths, even they saw something strange.

The sword moves of the two are constantly changing, and between breaths, the sword lights in the hands of the two of them intersect I don't know how many times, but Yu Xiuchun's figure is constantly changing, but Wang Jingmeng is always standing in place, motionless.

"The sword leads to the sound of the sky, and the king is shocked to break the clouds and break it. ”

"A curtain of dreams, Wang Jingmeng burst with a hundred flowers. ”

"The pear blossoms fell, and the king dreamed of breaking through the wind and rain at night. ”

"Spring strikes, and Wang is shocked to push the curtain to see the moon break. ”

On the second floor of a restaurant next to the tea shop, in the room where you can see the whole picture of the cloth drying field, there are more than ten young disciples of the Xishan Sword Sect crowded in the limited space.

The black-shirted division commander spoke extremely quickly, and the shock in his tone became stronger and stronger.

Wang Jingmeng's sword move breaking method had already shocked him in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that those sword moves could perfectly crack Yu Xiuchun's swords, but what shocked him even more was that he had already seen that Wang Jingmeng was intentionally giving in.

If you don't move a step and stand in place and draw your sword, it will naturally be more difficult to crack the opponent's sword move.

......

Except for the few young disciples who were recording at a rapid pace without distractions, the rest of the disciples of the Xishan Sword Sect who were staring at the sword light on the field, the light in their eyes dimmed one by one.

Looking at such a sword competition, they naturally substituted themselves into it, but the result was that they found that after Yu Xiuchun made a few swords, they could no longer crack it, and if they changed themselves, they would have been defeated.