As Chenhui climbed to the top of Bianliang again, whether it was in front of the Han family's mansion in the west of the city or next to the Huaixing Pavilion, it had already reached the point of ten thousand empty alleys.

Today is the last day of the Hundred Swordsmen, and most of the swordsmen from all over the world have returned with hatred. Now those who are still qualified to stand in the ring are the top ten of the sword path that are worthy of the world.

The first scene of the first half of the day was Han Xiuzhu's dislike of Hu.

Ouyang Zelai still appeared in the upper seat of the ring today, far away from the audience, and quite far away from the two swordsmen on the stage. No one could see his face clearly, but his voice was propelled by a qi machine, and it could be heard clearly without borrowing foreign objects.

"The Hundred Male Sword Meeting, the original intention was in the former dynasty when the sword was in the ascendant, a stimulus of the world's swordsmen's ambition, and the world sword event organized by Huaiyang heroes, was originally once every ten years, and then reduced to five years, but after the sixth, there was no news. This conference is supervised by Han Kuohan, the leader of the world's sword and martial arts, after a lapse of decades. Although Ouyang Zelai is a scholar, he also admires it from the bottom of his heart. ”

Hu Buxi, who was standing on the edge of the ring with a knife, couldn't help but smile in his heart, just you are still a scholar.

"Thanks to the Hongfu of the Huaiyang predecessors of the Xiongdao Hundred Society, and thanks to the heroes of the sword path who are devoted to the martial arts of the Central Plains today, both on and off the stage, there is a position of the sword in the martial arts today. The sword is declining and the sword is prosperous, such as today's first-class masters, it is a rare sword master, which is a rare occasion for my generation of martial artists. It is also a blessing in this life to be able to take advantage of the east wind of the Han family, on top of this male sword hundred meetings, and enjoy the scenery of the world's sword masters!"

What Ouyang Zelai meant by his words, everyone knew very well in their hearts. The Han family's Hundred Male Sword Hundred Meetings have been held until now, and it is time to draw an end. Several masters on the stage have finally reached the point of a showdown.

What's more, the winner of this Hundred Swords Meeting, Han personally presented a famous sword. Ouyang Zelai said with a smile, "Heroes and knights, you have to make a good contribution, don't cheapen the Han family themselves." ”

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

In the first scene, Hu Buxi was against Han Xiuzhu. After Ouyang Zelai finished speaking, he smiled implicitly and said, "The two of them are both immortal talents who became famous at a young age, Zelai admires them in his heart, and I hope that the two of them will stop at the end, and they will not be angry because of this." ”

Han Xiuzhu strode up to the stage, waved at Hu Buxi, and said in a straight voice: "The son of the Han family has been cultivating bamboo, and he has been practicing the knife for more than 16 years, and he has been instructed by his father, and he has the courage to ask for advice from his predecessors, and ask his predecessors to teach him a thing or two!"

"If you don't dare to teach, I'll stab a word under your ass. Hu Buxi said casually.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Not far away, Han Kuo, who was sitting under the cover of a gorgeous umbrella, stroked the knife lying across his thigh, his face was not good-looking.

There was a masked man in sackcloth standing beside him, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene.

"Mr. Han, this person shouldn't hinder our plans, right?"

Han Kuo snorted and said, "The three-legged cat kung fu of the dog is not enough to see, but your Excellency, can't you still believe in my Han Kuo's knife?"

"Since everyone Han said so, then I am relieved. Mai Man smiled, "Recently, Fan Zai took care of his subordinates for this matter." In the future, I have to ask the head of the Han family to take care of it more. ”

Han Kuo was silent.

And over there, in less than ten moves, Han Xiuzhu was driven out of the ring by Hu Buxi, and the clothes on his buttocks were torn apart, and it really became a word.

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On the sixth floor of Huaixing Pavilion, on a table by the window, two teas wafted with the fragrance of tea.

"He said that he carved words, but he really carved a word?" Zhu Nanzhan smiled, "It's a pity that I can't see it clearly from a distance, but I really want to know what it is." Watching the eldest young master of the Han family eat deflated, I always feel that it is more interesting than ordinary people. ”

"Most of the time, Hu Buxi is a man of words, unlike me. Zhao Wu'an remained silent.

"So what kind of words did he engrave?" Zhu Nanzhan asked.

Zhao Wu'an shrugged: "How do I know this." ”

Zhu Nanzhan was stunned, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Zhao Jushi asked me to stop it, hahahaha." ”

Zhao Wu'an was helpless: "Don't make fun of the laymen." ”

The little woman An dared to make fun of Zhao Jushi. It's just that I just think that Zhao Jushi's appearance is so interesting. Zhu Nanzhan replied dexterously.

Zhao Wu'an sighed, "I came out today with a red box on my back and in white." Halfway through the meeting, a group of people appeared out of nowhere, scrambling to take my life. You're still going to be so evasive?"

"I didn't avoid the important and light, but Zhao Jushi, since you all know that someone wants your life, why are you not afraid?"

"Of course I'm afraid. But I knew I wasn't going to die. Zhao Wu'an took a sip of tea, "Ouyang Ze came to take my life, but you are the opposite." With you, the person who can knock Hu Buxi down, why should I worry?"

Zhu Nanzhan chuckled: "Zhao Jushi, you are very wrong about this. ”

Zhao Wu'an didn't change his expression on his face, but he secretly beat the drum in his heart.

On the last day of the Hundred Meetings of the Male Sword, it must have been full of spectators, and he didn't want to join in the excitement, so he just planned to go straight to Daxiangguo Temple to find Zhu Nanzhan to ask for clarification, so that Zhu Nanzhan and Jiang Lian could be exchanged for a knife.

Originally, he was a little bottomless about how to find Zhu Nanzhan, but he never expected to meet him directly at the gate of Daxiangguo Temple.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've met. Zhu Nanzhan said, "Although I have long known the name of the layman. ”

"Your name, I'm thundering here. ”

Zhao Wu'an didn't bother to do these useless politeness with Zhu Nanzhan at all. The other party undoubtedly recognized him by relying on this sword box and white clothes, and it was also the reason why he gave up his disguise to go out at the expense of revealing his identity.

Originally, it was enough to contact Zhu Nanzhan and let Hu Buxi do it, but today is just in time for the last day of the Xiongdao Hundred Meeting, and Hu Buxi is very likely to face Han Kuo around noon, and it will be a tough battle.

Hu Buxi has not lived happily for many years, and of course Zhao Wuan doesn't want to drag him down anymore, so he can do it himself.

For example, come alone to see Zhu Nanzhan.

At this time, the downstairs competition is in full swing.

The sixth floor is sparsely occupied, almost exponential, perhaps because the number of floors is too high, and it is no longer clear that the ring can be seen. The lower floors are still faintly heard of the applause of the visitors, obviously a large number of people.

"Nanzhan has read useless Buddhist scriptures for several years, and has never touched the blade, to say that he is protecting Zhao Jushi's life, it is nonsense. Zhao Jushi might as well be blessed with himself. "Zhu Nanzhan said quietly.

"It's okay. I came to you on this trip to persuade you to meet Jiang Lian and Zhu Rong, your former sister. ”

Zhu Nanzhan was slightly stunned, and Zhao Wu'an hurriedly said: "I know that they abandoned you outside Bianliang City, and you are doing well now, there is really no need to deign to see them......"

Zhao Wu'an pondered his words, "So, I'm here to negotiate with you about the conditions." ”

"What conditions does Zhao Jushi want to discuss?"

Zhu Nanzhan quickly regained his composure, but there was still a sense of alarm on his face. Sure enough, old wounds are far from being healed by just a few words.

"As long as you mention it, I can agree to it. Zhao Wu'an replied ambiguously but firmly.

Zhu Nanzhan was stunned, thought for a long time, and then said with a smile: "Zhao Jushi is tricking me?"

"No jokes. Zhao Wuan said seriously.

Zhu Nanzhan smiled and said, "Hugh is going to laugh, Zhao Jushi." You don't know who I am, so you can get along with me in such a way, so that you can get some information from me, right? Daxiangguo Temple has a close relationship with the imperial dynasty, and it is no accident that I will be in the temple, right?"

This time it was Zhao Wu'an's turn to be stunned.

He never thought that his reason for having no loopholes would be seen through by Zhu Nanzhan all of a sudden.

It is clear that with Jiang Lian's old things in front of him, his hidden idea should not be discovered so easily.

"Zhao Jushi?" Zhu Nanzhan called softly, "scared you?"

Zhao Wu'an came back to his senses and shook his head suddenly: "No." All of a sudden, the laymen mentioned something that I had never thought about, and it was a little difficult to recall it for a while. ”

Zhu Nanzhan seemed to be smiling, and his verdant jade fingers rubbed the rim of the cup: "Really, then Zhao Jushi, what conditions do you want to discuss?"

"I still mean what I originally meant, I will give whatever the laymen want. If you can, you will not push back. ”

Zhu Nanzhan sighed faintly.

"Zhao Jushi, this makes me embarrassed. It's okay to meet them, but it's been more than 20 years, and even if we see them again, what is there to talk about?"

Zhao Wu'an said: "If you can see your loved ones again, not to mention forgetting the past, at least you will leave a thought for the future, right?"

"Although the thought is there, the deceased will never return. Zhu Nanzhan said leisurely, "It's like an ageless dragon holding an inexhaustible candle, although the candlelight is not extinguished, it is impossible for the fallen candle to return to the tip of the candle." ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"There is a dragon in Chu Ci, who lives outside the Northwest Heavenly Gate, and it is rumored that he closes his eyes for the shade and opens his eyes for the day, exhales for the summer and inhales for the winter, and holds an inextinguishable candle, lying in the dark, and sending the light of the sky. ”

Zhu Nanzhan looked at Zhao Wu'an with a smile, and his words were deep: "Although the dragon with the candle is cultivated profoundly, because the fire candle in his mouth is not extinguished, he doesn't know the flow of time in heaven and earth, and he doesn't know how many springs and autumns he has in the mortal dust. Zhao Jushi is a smart person, and he won't fail to understand what I mean. ”

Zhao Wu'an was even more misty: "You ......"

"Knowing that the dripping candle flame will burn the dragon scales, he still refuses to let go, thinking that he can rely on his body. Zhu Nanzhan said, "Zhao Jushi, who am I talking about, you should understand it very well." ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned and realized.

The body is big and can be relied on, so even if the candle flame burns the dragon scales, he still has to hold the fire candle, refusing to throw it away, and refusing to swallow it in his stomach.

It is said that he has been hunted down by the Black Cloud Society until now.

Zhao Wu'an is a candle, and Xie Hui is the dragon of the candle.

Although Zhu Nanzhan is in the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang, he seems to have two thousand miles of eyes when he sees things, and he knows much more clearly than insiders.

And whether she is willing to see Jiang Lian and Zhu Yi is really an unimportant question.

Because of these few short sentences, Zhao Wu'an's thoughts have been completely disrupted. His head was a mess, as if a cloudy cloud of destruction was swirling over it.

There is only one true dragon. These are the words of Ouyang Ze.

The girl with low eyebrows and drooping eyes in front of her gradually got closer to the image of a middle-aged man who was not good-looking.

If Xie Hui is the dragon of the candle......

"Then who are you going to trap in this Bianliang City?!"