Ren Qinglian didn't think much about it, not to mention, the opponent was Murong Xuan, which was relatively a good choice, it was better than meeting the whirlwind knife Tongguan who stood out from the melee!

Thinking of this, Ren Qinglian subconsciously glanced at Ge Xiyuan, whose face was a little solemn, pursed her lips, and said with a smile: "Why, I know that what I said just now is a little ashamed!"

"You ......" Kasai Yuan glared angrily, "wait and see, we'll see you in the next round!"

As he spoke, he ignored Ren Qinglian and walked straight to the venue of the competition.

Ren Qinglian shrugged her shoulders and looked disapproving.

Seeing those martial artists who lost the competition walking towards the stands on this side with a disgruntled face, he didn't want to provoke these guys with the smell of fire and smoke, so he got up and walked to the other side of the school martial arts field.

Until this time, Murong Xuan had not appeared. But it might as well be Ren Qinglian to start thinking about how to make this female martial artist take the initiative to give up the competition.

For other sects, Ren Dashao may not know much about it, but this neon dress faction, because most of them are beautiful girls, that Ren Dashao didn't pay much attention to it.

The origins of this school can be traced back to the court musicians of the Western Zhou Dynasty, who were proficient in music and dance, and used it to confuse their opponents to kill their enemies. Although it ended in failure, it also caused most of the masters around Emperor Sui to lose most. The Nishang faction also became famous because of this, and ranked among the four major schools in the rivers and lakes.

Thinking about it this way, even if you really lose to the other party at that time, you won't be too embarrassed to lose?

Ren Qinglian thought like this, and when she looked up at the incense burning in the field, she was stunned.

Who is this white-clothed Shengxue, who is the guy who looks more handsome and coquettish than himself, and when did he appear opposite him!

But soon, his eyes were drawn to the wooden sign hanging from the other party's waist.

The gaze continued to wander upstream, and it seemed to be a little bulging, and there was no Adam's apple yet.

Ren Qinglian looked very interested, and she already knew who was coming.

It is rumored that this Murong Xuan is very beautiful, and some people even list her as the first beauty in the rivers and lakes.

However, in order to make it convenient to walk the rivers and lakes, Murong Xuan prefers to wear a Confucian robe that leans on Bai Shengxue and pretends to be a scholar.

Generally speaking, there are few times when people are recognized, and even if they are recognized, no one has ever been as surprised as Ren Qinglian is now, looking at her back and forth from beginning to end with a naked gaze.

This is purely Ren Dashao's habit to blame, and of course, Ren Qinglian's academic research on "women pretending to be men" is indispensable.

Murong Xuan was uncomfortable by him, and snorted coldly, if it wasn't for the time to compete, she would have let this prodigal see how powerful she was.

Ren Qinglian was so snorted by her soft snort that even her bones were crispy, the two looked at each other, and Ren Qinglian began to habitually judge the woman in front of her with the countless eyes of Ren Da Shaoyue——

Picturesque bright eyes, slightly frowning eyebrows, with that snow-like face and tight red lips, indescribably cold and arrogant, beautiful and refined.

"Have you seen enough, believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs!"

Murong Xuan didn't know Ren Qinglian's bad reputation before he came, but he was a little admired by the other party as the pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion at a young age, but now that he was scrutinized by Ren Qinglian's unscrupulous gaze, he was a little annoyed and angry.

Ren Qinglian suddenly put away her smile and said solemnly, "I have long heard that Miss Murong is beautiful and fragrant, and she is recognized as the number one beauty in martial arts. Although Murong Xuan's female disguise as a man has a unique charm, in addition to the initial surprise, he is actually testing the other party.

Murong Xuan opened his mouth, and his original shame and anger were made nowhere to put by Ren Qinglian's polite appearance, so he could only snort coldly, planning to teach the other party a lesson again in a while.

Ren Qinglian continued: "But the girl's dress is not just for the sake of being an entourage for the monk, right?"

"You just want to be an entourage for that stinky monk!" Murong Xuan originally wanted to pay attention to Ren Qinglian again, but this speculation made her a little crazy.

Ren Qinglian smiled secretly in her heart, Murong Xuanwei was famous, but she didn't expect that her heart was a little girl who hadn't grown up much.

"Also, there are all the dust on the way to learn the scriptures, so it's better for us rough old men to give that monk a hand!" Ren Qinglian muttered to herself.

Murong Xuan, who had been pouting his face and pricking up his ears, chuckled lightly when he heard this, "No, you rough old man ...... merry."

"I heard that Lingshi once made hundreds of internal guards in the former Sui lose their souls with a song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", and almost assassinated Emperor Sui?" Ren Qinglian saw that the atmosphere was relaxed, and began to ask curiously.

Murong Xuan snorted, but the smugness on his face could be seen by anyone.

"That girl, you are known as 'a song to hook the soul', could it be that you have already obtained the true biography of the song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"?" Ren Qinglian asked curiously again.

"Hehe, you'll find out later. Murong Xuan chuckled.

Ren Qinglian said in her heart: If your song is really as powerful as rumored, I'm afraid that I will be hooked away before I can do it.

The rivers and lakes both love and fear the Nishang faction, not because this kind of soul-stirring Yingang Gong is invisible, and it is too difficult to guard against.

At this moment, the time for a stick of incense has arrived, and the second round of martial arts competition officially began in the voice of the celebrant and eunuch.

Murong Xuan glanced at Ren Qinglian with some ill will, then took off the guzheng he was carrying behind his back, sat down leisurely, pressed lightly with his left hand, and played slowly with his right palm, and a few soft zhengs sounded in the middle of the field.

Ren Qinglian's heart couldn't help but ripple, and in a trance, she seemed to be sitting in the warm spring breeze, intoxicated.

Murong Xuan saw his reaction in his eyes, and couldn't help grinning lightly, her hands seemed to contain amazing magic, ten fingers waved lightly, the zither was gentle and lingering, soft as a spring breeze, mellow as fine wine.

Ren Qinglian has seen countless ancient music classics in later generations, but he has never had such a feeling of being unable to give up like now.

Murong Xuan sighed lightly, but he didn't think much about it, that scoundrel was a master on the same level as himself after all, and it was normal to have this kind of Taoism.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyebrows with a smile and said, "Ren Gongzi, don't you want to listen to "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", people will sing it to you!"

On the high platform, Xing Zhutou pointed to Ren Qinglian's side and said with a smile: "'Half a soul is hurt, a song hooks the soul', it seems that this little girl is going to show her real skills!"

The thin-looking general looked like a memory, and couldn't help but say: "This song alone far surpasses the General Administration back then, and it's really terrifying!"

At this time, Murong Xuan's singing voice had already sounded, "The twilight river is not moving, and the spring flowers are blooming." The waves will go to the moon, and the tide will bring the stars to ......"

Although because of the distance, Murong Xuan's music has lost the power of the sound gang, but purely in terms of the rhythm, it is also a pleasing thing, and in the stands, many warriors are immersed in this guzheng with a look of intoxication.