readx;? Bai Muyu had already seen this move, but he still muttered for a long time, and only then did he show a swordsmanship that was accurate and not dragging mud and water. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The moves are concise and powerful, which is exactly what the White Emperor City swordsmanship admires.

Shuyu's eyes lit up, and he praised it, and it was difficult to resolve it for a while, he looked at the grass shed with his hands on his cheeks, thought for a long time, and compared a move "and" to Bai Muyu.

One of the tricks of "harmony" sounds like the way of righteousness, but it is actually strange, and it is the most evil move in the "Taiyi Flowing Year".

Bai Muyu was stunned, glanced at Shuyu in surprise, and made another swordsmanship, still neat.

Shuyu didn't think twice, and quickly drew out the second move of "Taiyi Liunian" "Yiqi" carefully.

Bai Muyu smiled slightly, praised, "Okay!" and swung another sword move.

The two of them went back and forth like this, and their moves became faster and faster, which made people dazzled.

But the swordsmanship has not changed, Su Musha is not familiar with the swordsmanship of the White Emperor City, but he knows the "Taiyi Liunian" in his chest, Ran Shuyu is like a magician, Su Mushao's eyes are just a simple nine-way move, with a chopsticks to show the subtle changes of infinite mysteries.

Su Mu was stunned, and then realized a little.

Between Su Mu's stunned eyes, the comparison between the two slowed down, the moves remained the same, but the chopsticks in their hands were like a thousand catties of weight, one vertical and one horizontal, as if they could condense time and space.

Everyone present was impressed, and Xiao Hongyi's face was even a little gray.

"Qingqiu Sword Dictionary" is extremely superior, and in the few months since he got it, he has read countless times, but it is too profound, and he has barely learned a set of "Midnight Wu Songs". I thought that this set of swordsmanship was enough to stand out in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't want to meet the contest between Shuyu and Baimuyu today.

He finally understood that even if he had a sword code to rely on, there was still a difference between himself and the master.

The road to revenge is still long.

The sun set, and the "rain flower tea" banner picked out from the ancient willow was hidden in the night.

The old man of the stall owner turned on the lamp and made a fire on the street at the end of the alley and boiled gouache dumplings.

It smells delicious with a creamy gouache and filled with pine nuts, walnuts, lard, and sugar.

There is no curfew in Jiankang, and pedestrians come and go on the streets, and it is noisy at night.

Under the afterimage of the lonely lamp, the sword light and sword shadow flickered constantly between the chopsticks.

Shuyu has already cast the ninth change of "Zhongtian", which is the last move and the last change in the swordsmanship of "Taiyi Liunian".

When this trick was first performed, it was the same as the light, and the time was relaxed, and the edge was not revealed. But with the change, the wind and clouds immediately change, the sword shadow from all directions converged, such as the king of the clouds have come down, the so-called "neutral Hongde, the unity of heaven and man" is this meaning, the subtlety of the swordsmanship, has reached the realm of the mastery.

Bai Muyu was difficult to countermeasure for a while, frowning and pondering.

At night, the pedestrians on the street are in a hurry and noisy, but the tea shed is like being isolated from the world, and the needle falling seems to be audible.

Su Musha asked the stall owner and the old man to serve gouache dumplings.

Immediately, a cloud of water vapor spread around everyone, carrying the aroma and warmth of rice balls, floating onto the winter street.

The rice balls warmed the stomach and body, and Su Musha, who was extremely bored, asked the old man for advice on how to make gouache rice balls, and prepared to go back to make them for the little sister.

"Bangbang", suddenly there was a sound of bamboo poles knocking on the ground, and a figure appeared in the light and walked into the tea stall.

"A bowl of tea soup. "Someone said.

The old man was talking to Su Musha about the secret technique of glutinous rice balls, and when he heard the words, he turned around and walked over.

Su Mu saw that the man was holding a fortune-telling banner of "God Operator". The pole was slightly thick, dark and shiny, and I don't know what material it was made of, and nothing else. He groped his way to sit down on the street, a little closer to Su Musha's seat, and in the dim light, Su Musha was enough to see the blind scars of his eyes.

Before he could take a closer look, Bai Muyu suddenly shouted, "There is, there is!" The cry was excited and urgent.

Su Mu looked over, and saw that Bai Muyu's face had been cold, and a rare smile appeared. He held chopsticks in his hand, plucked in the void as if stirring the strings, and explained with great interest.

This move is very complicated, and it is very different from the sword intent that White Emperor City strives to be concise, and it should not be the sword technique of White Emperor City.

Qing Moli and Xiao Hongyi were confused, and Bai Zixiu only understood five or six points.

Shuyu fully understood, her face became solemn, she frowned and pondered, and the tea stall only heard the sound of the blind hexagram master drinking tea soup for a while.

"The lonely hall is closed in the spring cold!" After a long time, Shuyu said suddenly, and the silence was broken crisply.

Xiao Hongyi was completely stunned, and Qing Moli was also at a loss. She pulled Bai Zixiu, who was in shock: "Isn't it a sword competition?

"The sword is like a poem. Those who seek rhythm are inferior in quality, which is in the way of tricks, and those who have natural rhythms are in the middle grade, and they are in the middle grade, which is no tricks. Poetry and artistic conception as the top, the intentional person claims to be the highest quality, and the artistic conception has the writing environment, the creation of the environment is high and low, the same is true after the sword has no move, a move and a sword can become a poem. ”

Bai Zixiu said, "They are transmitting sword intent in the artistic conception they create." Lonely hall, spring cold, sad and lonely, a 'closed' word, the sword intent suddenly came. ”。

Bai Muyu ignored the two muttering and lowered his head and groaned.

"Bangbang", the blind hexagram master drank the tea soup, walked towards the east end of the street with a fortune telling flag, and slowly disappeared under the shadow of the lamp.

There are fewer pedestrians on the street, and the old man at the tea stall is already cleaning up the tea bowls on the pot.

There was a faint sound of "dry weather, beware of candles" on the streets.

It's been three watches in the night.

"The breeze swallows obliquely. Bai Muyu suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with the excitement of his opponent.

Shuyu frowned again and pondered, and Su Mu became impatient. With a look at his hands, a five-baht coin appeared in the palm of his hand, and said: "Facing up, the sword code belongs to the king, and the reverse side is facing up, the sword code belongs to the White Emperor City, no matter what the result is, you can't hurt the lives of the people of my Shuobei Palace." ”

Bai Muyu was on the rise, frowning when he heard this.

Su Musha ignored him, casually threw the five baht coins on the table, and then took Shuyu's hand and stood up.

The five-baht coin stops, and the reverse side is up.

"It's yours. Su Musha ignored it, looked back and put a few five baht coins on the table, and then walked to the east end of the street.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and Bai Zixiu looked at the figures of the two of them in the distance thoughtfully, as if there was someone there who was more attractive than the Sword Codex.

"Just left?" The situation changed so fast that Qing Moli's mind couldn't turn around, so he could only ask Bai Zixiu.

"Gone. Bai Zixiu was not interested.

"That's the Qingqiu Sword Codex!!" Qing Mo couldn't accept it.

"We regard them as treasures, and he abandons them like a clump, and the city is deep enough. Bai Zixiu laughed at himself, stood up and snapped his fingers, and the black horse walked out of the alley, got on the horse and left.

Qing Mo moved his gaze away from Bai Muyu, thought of the sword on the wall, and didn't dare to delay any longer, stood up and left.

Bai Muyu ignored her and stared at Xiao Hongyi.

After seeing the white wooden fish swordsmanship, Xiao Hongyi knew that if he wanted to take revenge on his family, he had to hand over the sword code today, and there was no room for resistance.

He sighed helplessly, took out the sandalwood box in his arms, and handed it to Bai Muyu. After Bai Muyu confirmed that it was correct in the dim light, Xiao Hongyi left the tea stall in a hurry.

Bai Muyu soon left, leaving only Jiang Yan and his accomplices, who were at a loss for a while.

Revenge on Xiao Hongyi......?

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