Looking east from the morning bell and dusk drum tower, about 300 steps away, you can see a six-storey rain pavilion, the first pavilion in Luoyang, and the Yijian listening to the rain pavilion.

Yesterday's Luoyang was rainy and rainy, but today is a sunny day.

Three poles on the sun.

Ning Hongdou, who was sleeping soundly under the morning bell, finally woke up slowly, full of sunshine, she was woken up by the sun.

"Ahh

As soon as I woke up, I sneezed, rubbed the tip of my nose and muttered, "Where did the floral fragrance come from?

Ning Hongdou shook his head, stretched his waist, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and subconsciously shouted, "Old man, what time is it?"

"Old man, I'm hungry, what's for breakfast?"

"Hey, old man, what are you doing!"

shouted three times in a row, but there was no response.

Ning Hongdou stood up suspiciously, rubbed his sleepy eyes and lay on the edge of the bell tower and looked around, his eyes were full of peach blossoms, and the sword was full of pavilions.

On the avenue leading to Yijian Listening to the Rain Pavilion, Peach Blossom put out four huge words, Chuntang Sword Meeting.

Under the peach tree.

In the middle of the street.

An old man, without a sword in his hand, walked straight towards the sword club.

Ning Hongdou could naturally recognize who the old man was, and on the six-story pavilion of Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, there were also people who recognized who the old man was.

Guan Shanyue, the pavilion master of Yijian Listening to the Rain Pavilion, holding the spirit sword and listening to the rain, frowned. Next to him were Yan Weike and Luo Jiutian, who returned last night, and farther away was Cen Jinfei, a young man in white shirt who bowed his head and was silent.

"What do you say this sword-eating old demon wants to do?

"The purpose of the sword-eating old demon is naturally the sword, and the sword of my pavilion has been targeted. Luo Jiutian said hatefully, lost the butterfly tail, this old man is angry.

"Ah Fei shouldn't show the deer's ears to people and harbor his guilt. Guan Shanyue sighed and turned her head to glare at Cen Jinfei.

"Pavilion master, since the old demon appeared in Luoyang, there is no reason not to make a move, it has little to do with whether Ah Fei takes the deer ear or not, even if he doesn't get this spirit sword from Ah Fei, he will come to the door in person, just like now. Yan Weike pointed outside the pavilion, "It is said that seventeen years ago, this old demon came to Luoyang, and he ate nineteen spirit swords before leaving, and this time he entered the city, and only ate two." ”

"You mean he still wants to eat?" Guan Shanyue looked worried.

"My pavilion is the first pavilion in Luoyang, in the name of the sword, he naturally looked for us first, not to mention that there is a Chuntang sword meeting today, all of them are swords. Yan Weike said with certainty.

"Isn't he afraid of public anger?" Guan Shanyue had an extra layer of murderous intent in his chest.

"It's definitely scary to change people. ”

"Him. ”

"Don't be afraid. ”

Yan Weike saw Ye Piaoling's sword, and then he was convinced, with such a sword, in Luoyang City, he couldn't think of anything to be afraid of.

The sword cultivation at the peak of the knowledge is no longer something that can be killed by numbers.

Although a strong enemy is coming.

But the sect is a sect after all.

As long as Yijian Tingyu Pavilion still wants to gain a foothold in the cultivation world, and wants to open a pavilion in Luoyang City, he must hold the Chuntang Sword Meeting as scheduled, and he must open the door respectfully to welcome guests, break his teeth and swallow in his stomach, and pray for Ye Piaoling to just come to the door to hang out. Guan Shanyue had already made up his mind, the two spirit swords that were eaten, if they didn't want it, they would be regarded as ruining their wealth and avoiding disasters, and he even ordered that all the disciples of the Rain Pavilion should not stop Ye Piaoling, and they should also be honored as guests.

If Ye Piaoling's Sword Gate has tens of millions of disciples, then he Ye Piaoling can't be so arrogant, and he has to think twice before doing things, but there is only one disciple in each generation of Sword Gate, and it is passed down from generation to generation.

A lone sword cultivator can be full of enthusiasm, but the master of the sect must walk on thin ice.

That's the truth.

"Ye Lao, please inside. ”

"Ye Lao, please take a seat. ”

"Ye Lao, please drink tea. ”

In order to show solemnity, Yijian listened to Guan Shanyue, the pavilion master of the Yu Pavilion, personally welcome the guests, personally entertain Ye Piaoling, and give up the most honorable main seat.

The tea is the best tea in the Yuge, and the seat is the most respectable seat in the Sword Society.

At noon, the sword meeting was held as scheduled, 739 sword cultivators participated in the meeting, and nearly 1,000 disciples of the Yu Pavilion danced the sword in Your Excellency, the sound of the sword was pleasant, and the sword intent was volleyed.

Ye Piaoling drank three cups of tea and ate a plate of fruit.

Guan Shanyue broke out in a cold sweat, and kept praying in his heart: "Don't have an accident, no matter what, after today's Spring Hall Sword Meeting, the hundred-year reputation of the Yuge Pavilion must not be broken in my hands." ”

During the whole sword meeting, the atmosphere was extremely weird, no one stood up to speak, everyone pretended to watch the sword dance performance, and they watched attentively. Under the table, all the sword cultivators quietly wrapped the sword in their hands in their clothes, and sighed in their hearts: "It's just a matter of wrapping the sword on weekdays, this participation in the sword meeting, the sword is wrapped, how can it be?

The six-story sword cultivator is sitting in a precarious position, not moving like a mountain. There are even people who simply close their eyes and recuperate, they have nothing to do with me, they watch from the wall, I don't say it, I don't do it, the sword is wrapped well, and they can't look for my business.

Below the sixth floor, the pot was fried.

"Ye Lao Mo participated in the Spring Hall Sword Meeting, I was not mistaken, Yi Jian listened to the rain pavilion crazy?"

"Be quiet, don't want your sword anymore?"

"Yuge is not crazy, it is unlucky to go home, disaster fell from the sky, I heard that two spirit swords were eaten overnight, deer ears and butterfly tails. ”

"Hey, there are two more spiritual weapons missing from the sword list. ”

"Looking at today's posture, Yuge is ready to kneel to finish this Chuntang Sword Meeting, and his face is really thick. ”

"It's better than tearing your face. ”

"This is called judging the situation, the big husband can bend and stretch, and the sect is not as free and unrestrained as scattered cultivation. ”

The sword cultivators who participated in the meeting guessed that today's Ye Piaoling was not expected to make trouble, and Yuge's posture was low enough, and his face had been sufficient.

The rivers and lakes of cultivators, the sword does not cut the kneeling people.

In fact, if it weren't for today, Ye Piaoling wouldn't have had much of a mind about doing this. Sword cultivators from all over the world call him a demon, but he is really not a demon, he just cultivates a sword path that is different from everyone.

The way to eat the sword.

It is also the Tao.

He even thought about fighting for the title of a sword immortal for the entire sword cultivation.

He never thought he was wrong.

It's just that the sword cultivators all over the world don't understand it, it's just that.

Therefore, Ye Piaoling drank three cups of tea in Yuge, sat for two full hours, smiled seven times, and did not prepare breakfast for his precious apprentice for the first time, and missed lunch. This is a very troublesome matter, and the consequences are very serious, and he may be snubbed by Ning Hongdou for several days.

Of course.

Ye Piaoling was not idle.

In two hours, he looked at the entire Chuntang Sword Club's swords, and the last sword, it stands to reason that he should choose a good one, which represents a sense of ritual, and he can't just eat a handful.

Nine thousand nine sword eaters.

Ride a crane into an immortal.

"This is the first sword immortal in the past 1,200 years, I eat the sword of your Yuge, that is to look up to you, you have to be proud, you can't be resentful. Ye Piaoling looked at Guan Shanyue with his eyes, the Yu Pavilion Pavilion Master held a sword in his right hand, Yi Jian listened to the Yu Pavilion Zhen Pavilion Spirit Sword, and listened to the Yu Sword.

"The smell of this sword. ”

"It must be good. ”