Guan Shanyue stood under the golden plaque of the first pavilion in Luoyang, the spring breeze was blowing, her heart was very bitter, but her face was as bright as a peach blossom.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Ye Piaoling on the main seat: "Fortunately, there is nothing abnormal, Yijian Tingyu Pavilion can kneel to complete this Spring Hall Sword Meeting, but there must be no accidents, Yu Pavilion can't come out here, and the invited sword cultivation guests can't come out either." ”

For this.

Guan Shanyue can give up the spirit sword of the sect, he can swallow his anger, and he can turn a blind eye.

The sword meeting has begun, and after the thousand-person sword dance, the pavilion master speaks, Guan Shanyue naturally can't accompany Ye Piaoling, and Cen Jinfei is asked to stand behind Ye Piaoling without leaving.

The sword dance reaches its climax.

A thousand swords pointed in unison to the attic.

There was a round of applause and cheers.

Cen Jinfei's gaze was a little sloppy, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he might still be immersed in his Wan'er sister's smile and couldn't extricate himself. He didn't take this sword to heart, with the master and the uncle, he was naturally fine.

He believes in this categorically.

"Ahem. ”

There was a cough in my ear.

Cen Jinfei looked down and saw Ye Piaoling hooking his finger towards him.

Subconsciously bent down and asked very politely: "Old Ye, what do you command, just say it." ”

Ye Piaoling pointed at Guan Shanyue: "Go and ask your pavilion master, it's inconvenient to send me the Tingyu Sword." ”

Cen Jinfei didn't know what he was thinking, so he answered and left, but he didn't take two steps and suddenly stopped, and exclaimed: "You want to listen to Yujian, why don't you die!"

Cen Jinfei's voice was loud.

The sword dance just ended, the applause just subsided, and Guan Shanyue was just about to speak.

It was a harsh voice.

However.

There is no regret medicine left.

Like a tide, in a few minutes, the sword cultivators of the entire Rain Pavilion all knew a news: "The old demon who eats the sword, Ye Piaoling, this time he climbed the Rain Pavilion, he actually came to eat and listen to the rain sword." ”

The Deer Ear Sword can be given to you, no problem.

The butterfly tail sword can also be sent to you, no harm.

Even if you ask Yijian Tingyu Pavilion for a spirit sword again, at this Spring Hall Sword Meeting, Guan Shanyue will definitely grit her teeth and agree, everything is based on the overall situation. But listening to the rain sword is not good, listening to the rain sword is the spirit weapon of the rain pavilion, representing the dignity, reputation and image of the rain pavilion, and the soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

I want to eat and listen to the rain sword.

is ready to insult Yijian Tingyu Pavilion in public.

The sound of a sword drawn.

One after another.

All the disciples of the Rain Pavilion looked at each other, feeling incredulous, and their cheeks were hot: "My Rain Pavilion has done its best, I should lower my head and lower my head, I should endure what I should endure, and I have kneeling on the way I should kneel, what else can I do?"

"Yuge can be thick-skinned. ”

"Yuge can swallow his anger. ”

"But Yuge can't be shameless, can't sell his ancestors, can't let people dig up his ancestral graves. ”

Guan Shanyue trembled even more, hearing the rain sword tremble, he couldn't control the sword in his hand, but he was the pavilion master, and he couldn't do anything rashly.

A slap was slapped on Cen Jinfei's cheek, and for the first time in his life, he slapped his favorite nephew away: "Bastard thing! Nonsense! What kind of identity is Ye Lao, when did he say such a thing, take care of your mouth!"

Cen Jinfei opened his mouth with a look of grievance: "It's not me who said it, it's ......"

There was a snap.

Cen Jinfei was pumped for the second time, flew more than ten meters, and flew out directly from the six-story pavilion: "Get down, face the wall for three years!"

Your Excellency is full of sword dancing disciples, so naturally someone caught Cen Jinfei.

Guan Shanyue's cheeks were slightly red, and she saluted Ye Piaoling's juniors: "Shanyue has no way to discipline him, Ye Lao smiled, and after Rong Shanyue will definitely take him to the door to apologize in person." ”

A last effort.

This was Guan Shanyue's last effort.

It is also the bottom line given by the Yu Pavilion, Guan Shanyue's accent is placed on the word ceremony, and the meaning is obvious: "Please Ye Piaoling don't listen to the rain sword at this time, the rain pavilion will give a heavy gift after the Spring Hall Sword Meeting." ”

Inside the pavilion.

Outside the Pavilion.

Silent.

Ye Piaoling on the main seat pondered for a moment, but he still couldn't hold back, he had been waiting for this moment for too long, the dignity of the First Sword Immortal and the Yijian Listening to the Rain Pavilion was more important?

Ye Piaoling felt that Yijian should feel honored to listen to the rain pavilion, and then he said so: "Your disciple is not wrong, I did say that I want the listening rain sword, as long as this one, give it to me, and I will leave Luoyang." ”

Guan Shanyue stared at Ye Piaoling deadly: "No negotiation?"

Ye Piaoling: "I just need to listen to the rain sword." ”

Guan Shanyue: "Don't seniors think it's difficult to be strong?"

Ye Piaoling: "I have my reasoning, if you give it to me, you will naturally know that my reasoning is definitely more reasonable than yours." You can not listen, but it will not affect the result, listen to the rain sword let me see, that is mine. ”

Guan Shanyue had nothing to say.

Because Ye Piaoling is unreasonable.

But this kind of unreasonableness just shows the greatest truth, people's swords are stronger, people themselves are truths, and the rivers and lakes of cultivators are so reasonable and unreasonable.

Guan Shanyue weighed the gap between herself and Ye Piaoling.

The difference between the mounds and the mountains.

Taking a deep breath, Guan Shanyue said word by word: "Senior, Shanyue is willing to exchange herself for the rain, is it okay?"

Guan Shanyue is the master of the Rain Pavilion, one life for one pavilion peace, and the cultivators' rivers and lakes recognize this method.

But Ye Piaoling didn't recognize it, and shook his head: "I just need to listen to the rain." ”

Laughed miserably.

Compassion arises from the heart.

Guan Shanyue tightened the Tingyu Sword in her hand, suddenly turned around, and said loudly to the outside of the pavilion: "I am Guan Shanyue of Yuge, today's Chuntang Sword Meeting, I, Guan Shanyue, on behalf of Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, voluntarily challenged the Sword Gate Ye Piaoling, and took Tingyu Sword as a note, fighting for life and death." ”

"The sword has no eyes, life and death, each has its own destiny, if I die, the Lord of the Rain Pavilion will be succeeded by the first elder. ”

"The sword cultivation of the four seas is proof, and all the consequences, I Guan Shanyue will bear it alone. ”

End of the story.

Guan Shanyue, listen to the rain out of the sheath.

The sword is crossed in front of the chest, and the wind is saluted.

Ye Piaoling sat on the main seat, quietly looked at Guan Shanyue's words, impassioned, and shook his head slightly: "You are also a sword cultivator, you should seek the Great Dao, you should not be too deeply affected by secular etiquette, people die like lights go out, how to prove the name of the sword? 1,200 years, if the sword cultivator is like you, how can you become an immortal?"

After a pause, Ye Piaoling added: "I want you to listen to the rain, not to humiliate the Rain Pavilion, but to cultivate the name of the Four Seas Sword." If you don't understand, I won't explain, and I'll see it naturally. ”

Ye Piaoling thought: "When I eat this rain sword and become an immortal, you will believe it." The demon you always thought was just cultivating his own way, a different way of the sword than you. ”

Six-storey pavilion.

Three hundred and sixty-seven people.

The next moment, I saw a shocking scene.

Guan Shanyue was in his own sect, and it coincided with the Chuntang Sword Meeting, and the qi calculation was at its peak, and nearly a thousand rain pavilion disciples borrowed the sword pavilion master, and the sword rain was like a pillar, but it couldn't reach Ye Piaoling's finger.

Ye Piaoling, who got up from the main seat.

Just raised his hand and stabbed a finger.

The rain stopped.

Listen to the rain and throw it.

Three hundred steps away, on the morning bell and dusk drum tower, Ning Hongdou licked the tip of the pen and waved a stroke on the drawing paper, this stroke was like a beam of light piercing the clouds.