Everyone in the hall of the Imperial Court didn't think that things would develop so quickly, and they hadn't even had time to react, and the silence of the Tang people at the next table may have been forced by the power, or maybe they were waiting for the Northern Qi people to lose their words and then be angry, but at this moment their expressions were a little ashamed.

The students of the Imperial Academy, who maintained order in the room, felt very relieved, and the instructors raised their eyebrows and felt very funny, but no one expected that after the young man in the dormitory robe finished scolding, he would draw his sword without hesitation, and his figure was as fast as a shock.

The Yaoxian Banquet is a grand banquet in which the twelve imperial academies jointly invite the students from all over the world to take the examination, and many young people who have not been able to obtain the Zhaohua Order even squatted outside the courtyard wall all night, looking forward to being matched by an adult and thus rise to the top, in short, the story of the carp jumping over the dragon gate has happened more than once in this banquet.

There is never a shortage of disputes where there are Tang people, and it is not uncommon for interesting things to happen in previous years because of the dispute of tongues, but there are only a handful of people who dare to use force here, and more people are watching the development of things with an attitude of watching the excitement, so when Qianqin has knocked over the food case with his sword, everyone just opened their eyes wide, and no one reacted to stop him.

However, Yun Zhao poured himself a new glass of plum wine, and he was probably the only one in this world who never worried about Qianqin's safety.

Slowly sipping the wine, he patted the table and praised: "How handsome." ”

...

From the frozen smile on the corner of the mouth of the Northern Qi people, and the fear in the pupils of the eyes, it is not difficult to see that there is no person as arrogant as Qianqin in their place, not to mention the crime of using a sword in the middle of a banquet of nearly a thousand people, the old man who can sit at the top table in a table of young talents is naturally not ordinary, how dare he act like this?

However, in Qianqin's cognition, there are only two kinds of people in this world, one is that he can't beat, at this time he needs to put on a humble appearance of the junior, and the other is that he can't beat him, although the old man looks very noble in a silver-white robe, but there is no source of energy shock in anger, that is, he can't beat himself, so what else is there to say.

A white rainbow slammed straight into the food table, and one of the Northern Qi youths hurriedly handed out a palm to try to block the sword momentum, but in the blink of an eye, it was swept away by the qi wave, and in an exclamation, it crashed into the courtyard pillar and fell between the broken wood.

The old man's sleeves swayed, not because he was hiding in the source qi, but because he was agitated by the incomparable sword qi in front of him, and the sound of a sharp weapon cutting the brocade exploded in his ears at the same time, the sawdust that burst out of the broken food table in front of him cut countless bloody wounds on his face, and the sword momentum seemed to be like a poisonous snake spitting out of a hidden pool.

The wail of the young man covering his palm and falling into the broken wood became the last straw that broke the camel's back, the old man in the gorgeous robe convulsed and convulsed under the great pressure, his trembling limbs were like the last struggle of a chicken to be slaughtered, everyone in the field waited for the seemingly irretrievable sword and the blood light that was about to be lifted, and the girl who clenched her sleeves and was secretly worried about the young man with the sword covered her eyes.

Yun Zhao gently lowered the wine glass, and the young man in the bedrobe suddenly stopped his sword.

The difference between the two is that the former is smiling, and the latter is indifferent and still maintains that free and easy.

Qianqin dusted off the sawdust hanging from the cuffs, then glanced at the still twitching body, raised his sword high and stabbed it into the bluestone floor tiles in front of him, echoing the huge roar of the tip of the sword cutting through the stone cracks.

The condition for the old man in the Chinese robe to stop trembling seemed to be that he had found an outlet for fear, and the dampness spreading in his crotch and the smell of urine in the air made the rest of the Northern Qi people who had just recovered their heads lowered.

In the silent hall, I don't know who didn't hold back first, a very suppressed laughter set off a burst of laughter, and all eyes were focused on the group of soulless Northern Qi people, and the laughter at this time was obviously harsher and more profound than their previous ones.

...

After being embarrassed, it is often not followed by running away, but being annoyed and angry, just like the old man who is paralyzed on the ground at this time, the silver-white robe represents his noble status, and the inconspicuous three-tailed phoenix feather embroidered on the sleeves symbolizes that he is from the Northern Qi royal family, so such a person's anger will obviously be more violent.

After hiding the panic in his eyes for a short time, the old voice regained its majesty in a deep tone, and it vented its irrepressible rage just like the emotion expressed by slamming its fists on the ground.

"I want you dead!"

Without any embellishment or foreshadowing, it is a very straightforward threat that with the blessing of its noble status, it directly crosses the process of judging death or immortality, like a judgment on a corpse.

Qianqin's answer was more concise, he pulled out the sword in the crack in the stone, and swung it again, this time at a very slow speed, and the sound of the tip of the sword rubbing off the stone slab could be clearly heard, and the end of the angry words naturally stopped.

The sound of breaking bones into flesh in everyone's imagination did not make a sound, but an extremely crisp slashing sound, just like the sound of a farmer holding a sickle to cut weeds.

Swinging a sword and swinging a sickle brought very similar results, one was the removal of weeds, the other was the cutting off of long beards.

The old man from the Northern Qi royal family held a long beard that had been carefully repaired for many years, and slowly fell to the court pillar and fainted.

...

Until Qianqin returned to his seat and picked up the dishes again, the rest of the people had not recovered from the previous scene, and the most square imperial courtyard cultivators in front of the hall squinted over, this young man who had just humiliated the Northern Qi royal family to death, still had the leisure to complain that there was too much salt in the dishes...

Yun Zhao and the others poured wine for him like a dog's leg, Yuwentai opened his glowing eyes, and asked where the previous sword style came from while pinching his shoulder, completely ignoring the Northern Qi people who were still standing behind him, and chatted as if no one was around.

"You're looking for death. Just as the synagogue was in a strange atmosphere, someone spoke.

He leaned back in his chair all the time, and he didn't make a sound when Qianqin smashed the food table in front of him or humiliated the person beside him, even when the classmate who had fallen in the broken wood was carried out, he didn't look up.

He was quiet as if he had never existed, and no one would waste any eyes on him, but he stood up now.

It wasn't until the disgusting voice of the Tang man at the table sounded again that he finally stood up and walked forward, kicking away the still trembling calves of the faint old man as he passed by, without the slightest respect for the Northern Qi royal family.

walked to Qianqin's side, glanced down, and said in a deep voice.

"Isn't there anyone in the Tang Dynasty who teaches some dress etiquette?"

Obviously, his gaze fell on the wooden slip of the bed, and the content of his words was the same as that of the person who had passed out, the Tang people had no education and no etiquette, and after he finished speaking, he stood quietly in place, waiting for Qianqin's reaction.

The guards who originally got up to arrest people were stopped by Jiaoxi, and I don't know how many times they took a deep breath and waited for the next story, and everyone's eyes were focused here, and even with a little expectation on Qianqin, who was picking up vegetables.

"Yun Zhao, I'm sleepy. Qianqin frowned, turned his head to the side and said.

No one expected the young man to say this, and everyone frowned after him, looking very dissatisfied with the storyline, like the storyteller who was about to talk to the climax and said please listen to the next time, and then began to pack up and go home to bed.

"You can't go. The man standing beside Qianqin spoke again.

Yun Zhao, who had been concentrating on tasting the chilled plum wine, raised his head and saw clearly the person who was speaking, his ordinary appearance was not unusual, and he was dressed in a black shirt no different from the rest of the Northern Qi people.

However, he noticed one detail, every sentence of this person was very affirmative, that is, the so-called assertion, and one sentence was a conclusion, which proved that he was very sure to leave Qianqin here.

After seeing the person who dared to act like this after Qianqin took out his sword, it showed that he was really strong, so Yun Zhao was very interested in him, and without the process of doing so, he naturally grabbed the unsheathed that had been placed in the corner of the table.

"Hiss", there was a gasp, and no one expected to stand up again.

The black-shirted young man didn't even look at Yun Zhao, who stood up, his gaze did not shift in the slightest, and he said indifferently: "My name is Xie Anshi." ”

From the stunned expressions of the people around him, it was easy to see that this was not a greeting, but a declaration of the meaning of his name, like a sturdy warrior showing off his combat strength, Qianqin's expression changed slightly, a little more dignified.

But Yun Zhao didn't have any extra emotions, because he was from Chengping's background, and he didn't know or care about who Xie Anshi was, so he naturally opened his mouth and picked up the previous question of the black-shirted young man.

"The bedrobe and wooden tow don't understand etiquette, what is the reason why the old gentleman peed his pants during the banquet just now?"

No one thought it was funny, and not a single laugh came out.

Just when Yun Zhao felt a little embarrassed, the black-shirted young man tilted his head and glanced at him, his voice was like a cold blade, and shouted, "You also want to die?"

Yun Zhao rubbed his hands, clasped his fists and said, "Please advise." ”