Square inch south, poplar forest.

The rain is quite poetic.

The sky was cloudy, and smoky gray fog and rain enveloped the trees.

The woods in the fog and rain are fresh and full of greenery, and every inch of the air is full of tranquility and sweetness. Towering poplar trees, with lush branches and slender branches, twisting the waist like a beauty. The cool rain flows along the gaps between the leaves and the branches, and slowly pours down for more than ten feet, finally digging a small puddle in the soft black soil.

The mud is muddy and the water is clear, and beneath the ripples reflects another, more peaceful world...

Deep in the woods, a strange procession is marching.

"Tsk. ”

"It seems that the rain will not stop today. ”

"This is just the beginning. ”

"That also means the end. ”

"How can he not be a new student at the end?"

"Something interesting. ”

“......”

Due to the rain and fog in the forest, it is difficult to see the number of people in the team, only hundreds of forest road figures are seen, and there is no end in sight. According to the calculations of this battle, there are more than 200 people.

At the head of the procession was a black horse with extremely strong limbs, and a tall man sat on it. The thick eyebrows are oblique, the eyes are clear, the jaw is square, and the red mole under the lips is very conspicuous. He was wearing a plain blue military uniform, and the gorgeous word "willow" was embroidered on his clothes with green silk. And the most eye-catching thing is the set of Aoshuang knives on his back. The knife is a combination of a thick-backed heavy knife and a one-handed short knife, and is tied to the shoulder with two iron cables, which is extremely domineering.

As long as people who have walked the rivers and lakes for some years know that this is the standard attire of the wind valley sword under Taihang Mountain in Dongzhou.

And in this national examination, there is only one person from Badao Villa...

The eldest son of the second owner of the village - Liu Xiancheng.

At this time, the royal horse followed behind Liu Xiancheng was dozens of men and women dressed in yellow costumes, carrying black iron heavy swords, and carrying stainless steel light swords. Their costumes were the most ornate and eye-catching in this peculiar procession. Bright yellow green silk brocade, fine embroidered auspicious cloud pattern, stepping on gold silk yellow cloth boots, hanging white jade gold ribbon, heavy sword and light sword are inlaid with gold edge. The rain and fog can't hide their grandeur, at first glance you know that it is extraordinary, and you can also know its origin...

Xiushui Lingshan hides the sword trace, and does not hear the rivers and lakes casting Qingfeng.

Leisurely this gentleman's mind, a pot of warm wine to the sky.

These people, only the disciples of Yangzhou Tibetan Sword Villa in Jiangnan are also.

Tibetan Sword Villa, this is a terrible sect.

The fame is not inferior to the Wind Valley Sword, second only to the Daozu Pure Yang Palace and the Sword Sect Zhenwu Mountain, known as the world's No. 1 Sword Casting Villa!

And speaking of which, I have to mention a grudge between the Tibetan sword and the overlord...

According to legend, the Tibetan Sword Villa began in the big anniversary, when Ye Mengqiu, a famous man from the south of the Yangtze River, left home for the third time to go to Chang'an to take the exam. However, providence made people, Ye Mengqiu's poem was taboo, which angered the prime minister of the current dynasty and was included in the list of forbidden examinations, and his fame was hopeless.

After decades of hard study, his name fell to Sun Mountain. Ye Mengqiu was disheartened, and after returning to Jiangnan, he abandoned the Ye family's desire to seek fame for three generations. turned to inherit the ancestral business, and bent on seeking swords, in order to ask the way of heaven. In the first year of the Tang Dynasty, Ye Mengqiu sold his ancestral business, built a large number of buildings on the shore of Xizi Lake in Hangxian County, and built the Tibetan Sword Villa, which is now famous all over the world. Since then, there has been one less Confucian official in the court, but there is one more powerful sect on the rivers and lakes.

The rain of the jade dragon violates the rules of heaven and deserves to be sinned by the world.

On the second day of the second month of February in the third year of Jinglong, Ye Mengqiu sent a Tibetan sword invitation to the sword sticker, and held the first famous sword conference in the name of the sword, and it coincided with this day It was also the day of the routine sword raising conference in Badao Villa. Badao Villa is a century-old famous family, and Ye Mengqiu's move undoubtedly makes people in the rivers and lakes seem to be like hitting a stone with an egg. But as the so-called "victory or defeat is not groundless, who knows the rise and fall", the world has always been unpredictable, there was no famous knife in the Badao Villa, and the Ye family is a family of Jiangnan sword-casting, and the "royal god" sword from the Tibetan Sword Villa is Ye Mengqiu with the ancestors left by the Xuanjing outside the heavens, after a number of complicated processes, it took three years to refine, and it has long been rumored to be one of the top ten famous weapons in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, the second famous sword conference was gathered, and there were thousands of empty alleys on the shore of West Lake. In the end, the grandson of Qixiufang overwhelmed the crowd and won this sword. And the name of the Tibetan sword has become more and more prominent.

Since then, every ten years, the Tibetan Sword Villa will hold a famous sword meeting to invite all the heroes from all over the world. For more than 300 years, the world's famous swords such as "Yushen", "Zhengyang", "Broken Star", "Remnant Snow" and "Flowing Wind" have appeared in the rivers and lakes one by one. Every famous sword will cause an uproar on the rivers and lakes. In contrast, the Wind Valley Tyrant's Knife Raising Conference has since declined, gradually fading out of the rivers and lakes, and no one has cared about it in recent decades.

Therefore, the relationship between the two sects of Badao and Tibetan Sword can be described as incompatible, even if they are not mortal enemies, they are enemies who will fight at a glance. And in the past few hundred years, the bloody wind set off by them on the rivers and lakes is even more innumerable...

Today, in the wilderness, dozens of Tibetan Sword disciples actually walked in the same way as the young owner of Badao Villa, which made the already peculiar team even more abrupt.

"After decades of living in the dust, how could he have opened his eyes to talk about heroes. ”

"The sword swallows the sea at the beginning of the sword, and vows to honor the name of death and life. ”

The team moved slowly, as if the wind direction was disturbed by the rain, and the whole group was struggling to find the ant colony returning to the nest, quietly and orderly. The front footprints were trampled by the back feet before they formed puddles.

The whispered conversation at the front of the team paused for a long time.

The Tibetan Sword disciple who was passing side by side with Liu Xiancheng suddenly read four lines of poetry, and then glanced at Liu Xiancheng contemptuously, and said in a strange voice: "It seems that Senior Brother Xiancheng is not in the sky." ”

Hold the reins lightly, look like a knife, and hide a cold glow.

Liu Xiancheng asked quietly: "In this national examination, who is determined to be on that day?"

“......”

The conversation paused again.

The orderly stepping of the horse's hooves has become the only sound that can accompany the falling rain here, sometimes stepping on the crispness of broken branches, sometimes stepping on the dullness of mud, as if trying to dissipate the embarrassing atmosphere for pedestrians.

After the team moved out of Liyu, the Tibetan Sword disciple led by Fang re-spoke: "Recently, it has been rumored in the rivers and lakes that the young son of the third owner of Guizhuang disappeared during his training a few years ago, and someone picked up his waist ornament in the suburbs of Dahuan City at the beginning of the year. I don't know about this, but now does your village have eyebrows?"

Hand on the reins, horse's hooves lightly stepped.

Liu Xiancheng still didn't answer the rhetorical question: "Recently, there have also been rumors in the rivers and lakes that the second elder of Guizhuang was ambushed when he went out on duty to escort the spirit stone concentrate a few months ago, and all the disciples in the same group were wiped out, and the whereabouts of the second elder are still unknown. Someone once found bloody clothes and swords in Bianzhou, but I wonder if there is any progress in this matter now?"

Both dialogues are plain and flat, but the implication is not to be ignored. Both Liu Xiancheng and the Tibetan Sword disciple seemed to be faintly testing each other.

After thinking for a moment, the Tibetan Sword disciple led by him did not go around in circles again.

His hands faintly clenched the reins, and he squinted down twice to reveal a fine light like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and asked coldly, "What did you do?"

Liu Xiancheng was not afraid at all, and still asked, "What did you do?"

"Hmph..."The Tibetan Sword disciple led by him snorted coldly: "The Tibetan Sword Villa is a world-famous family, how could he do such a thing of stealing chickens and dogs?"

Liu Xiancheng looked a little disdainful, and replied: "The Wind Valley Tyrant Sword, opened in Zhengzi, carried forward in the Great Zhou, and has been inherited for more than a thousand years, how can it ever hurt people with a secret knife?"

“......”

As the team moved forward, the words suddenly stopped silently again.

It is not difficult to see that there is indeed a deep grudge between this tyrant sword and hidden sword.

Whether it is a temptation or a battle, at the moment when the two are talking, almost every word is tingling, and there are half-truths and half-truths hidden, and Liu Xiancheng only asks and does not say, which can make the people who want to eavesdrop in the back listen very unpleasantly.

The team had been on the march for a long time, and was about to leave the woods.

The Tibetan Sword disciple at the head couldn't help but speak again, and said, "We have asked a fortune teller to divinate the clothes of the second uncle, but to no avail. Our Holy Ancestor thought that this matter might be related to the frequent disappearance of the Jianghu knights in recent years, and even related to the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty. ”

"So what?"

"No, it's just the same way. ”

"You're here to find Yu Youran, right?"

"Aren't you?"

“......”