The drinkers in the lobby were surprised by Yue Ziran's swordsmanship, and for a while, no one paid attention to the figure of the white-clothed Changjianghu guest.

Yue Ziran turned around and was about to go upstairs, when someone behind him suddenly said in half-baked Chinese: "Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship." ”

Yue Ziran turned his head and glanced at the white-clothed long swordsman who spoke, and his gaze stayed on the long sword at his waist for a while. Strictly speaking, that is not a sword, but a knife, but the blade is slightly bent, and the Central Plains Pu knife, Tang knife and other knives are very different, so the Central Plains people are used to calling it a sword.

Only then did the Jianghu guests in the hall notice that someone was coming at the door and recognized him one after another.

"He is the Fusang man", "His sword is so strange, it is really barbarian", "Hey, how did he come alone, he is not afraid that we will find trouble for him", for a while, whispered one after another.

Master Zhuo died at the hands of this person, Yue Ziran naturally wanted to seek revenge on him, but he didn't expect this person to actually send himself to the door today, Yue Ziran was about to answer, but he heard a few faint huqin sounds from outside the door, the sound of the piano was desolate, as if sighing, and like crying, trembling with the sound of the piano, and there was a staccato sound, like a drop of light rain falling on the leaves.

When all the guests heard the voice, they said one after another: "It's Mr. Mo who has arrived." ”

Sure enough, not long after, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and a thin figure appeared on the street in everyone's eyes, only to see him leaning over, his shoulders arched, and his sideburns gray, slowly walking into the restaurant.

Mr. Mo held the huqin with his left hand, first arched his hand to Yue Ziran, and said, "Hello son-in-law." ”

Yue Ziran returned the salute, turned around and found a table to prepare to watch the play. Huang Rong, who was waiting on the stairs, saw that there was a lively scene to see. Also walked down. sat next to Yue Ziran and asked, "Which of the two of them do you say is more powerful?"

Yue Ziran shook his head and said, "We haven't seen their skills, how can we guess this? ”

Huang Rong smiled: "Didn't you just say that it is forbidden to fight in the store?"

"As long as you have the money, you can tear down the store. Yue Ziran said: "When this kid first came in, I looked at the money bag on his waist. Look at the drumming look, as long as it's not loaded with copper coins, it's enough. ”

At the door of the store, Mr. Mo and the Fusang swordsman had already talked.

"Your Excellency is Mr. Mo, the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect?" the Fusang swordsman squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

"It's down there. Mr. Mo pulled a string and said casually.

The Fuso swordsman took out a piece of paper from his bosom and said stiffly, "I'm here for an appointment." ”

Mr. Mo glanced at the note. said: "The old man never takes advantage of others, you come in the dust, and we will compare tomorrow after you have rested." ”

The Fuso swordsman's eyes were full of cold light, and he obviously wanted to fight, and he said in half-baked Chinese: "No, I will fight you after I have drunk and eaten." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he saw a poisonous snake ready to attack, and said with a slightly cruel smile: "I have been famous for Mr. Mo's swordsmanship for a long time, and Gang Master Qiu often praises your swordsmanship in front of me." ”

Mr. Mo sneered and said lightly, "I'll wait for you outside." "Then he walked out of the restaurant. He sat cross-legged on the stone lion in front of the door, and opened the huqin in his hand. Pull it up slowly.

The Fusang swordsman watched Mr. Mo walk out of the restaurant, and then turned around and instructed Xiao Er: "A plate of beef, a pot of good wine." ”

"Okay. Xiao Er responded, and his face was very lively, so he worked diligently, and soon sent the things ordered by the Fusang swordsman.

Yue Ziran also asked for a jar of good wine for himself, and poured himself a drink against the window, but Mr. Mo's huqin sound was too sad, which greatly destroyed Yue Ziran's good mood at this time, forcing him to pull Huang Rong upstairs and sit on the elegant seat in the attic.

Huang Rong looked at the window, just in time to see the scene on the street clearly. At this time, Mr. Mo was surrounded by many Jianghu guests, pointing at Mr. Mo from time to time, his face was full of expectations, obviously they were all here for this competition.

Huang Rong turned around and sat down and asked, "Aren't you avenging Master Zhuo?"

Yue Ziran drank a glass of wine and said, "Why don't you report it?" It's just that I have to wait, I want to see if this Fusang swordsman has a lot of ability, and he can actually set off such a big storm in the Jiangnan martial arts, and a competition has attracted so many people to watch. ”

Miss Huang raised her head arrogantly and said arrogantly: "They are just people who have never seen the world, and my father Huashan was much more eye-catching than this competition." In Little Lori's mind, her father is the most powerful, and the group of people downstairs are just rookies pecking each other.

Yue Ziran, who has the potential to sing a husband and wife, naturally did not dare to disagree, and went along with it.

After about two pillars of incense, Yue Ziran was accompanied by beautiful women, so he naturally didn't feel that it was too slow, but the people downstairs were already impatient, and when they looked at the Fusang swordsman, they were as vicious as needles, and they were scolding this kid in their hearts.

At this time, even Mr. Mo, who was waiting outside, had already stopped the sound of the huqin, and was closing his eyes to recuperate.

The Fusang swordsman ate slowly, every bite of beef, every glass of good wine had to be carefully smacked, as if he wanted to taste an unusual taste in it, and many of the Jianghu men who had been staring at him unconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and looked hungry.

"Every swordsman has a way to adjust his state to the best before the competition, and this Fuso swordsman is to eat without any fuss. When Huang Rong remembered that the competition hadn't started yet, Yue Ziran explained.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise downstairs, Huang Rong opened the window and looked downstairs, and happened to see the Fusang swordsman walking out of the restaurant with a sword, followed by a group of Jianghu men who were not too big to watch the excitement.

When Miss Huang saw this scene, she was very uncomfortable and said, "These people have really never seen a master with a sword, you can open their eyes in a while." ”

Yue Ziran came over with a cup, touched her head dotingly, and said with a smile: "You girl......"

The Fusang swordsman walked up to Mr. Mo, performed the etiquette of a Fusang warrior, and said bluntly: "Mr. Mo, please." ”

There are not many vendors on the street outside the restaurant, it is very empty, and there is a lot of room for movement, so the two of them coincidentally use this place as a venue for competition.

Mr. Mo opened his eyes, glanced at the Fusang swordsman up and down, and after coughing, he said slowly, "Good, good, good." As soon as he said the word "good", the cold light flashed sharply, and there was already a thin and narrow long sword in his hand, which stabbed back sharply, pointing directly at the chest of the Fusang swordsman.

It turned out that Mr. Mo's sword was hidden in the huqin, and the blade of the sword penetrated into the handle of the huqin.

Mr. Mo's move is extremely fast, or like a dream, it is the trick in the Hengshan Sword School, and once he takes the lead, Mr. Mo's follow-up comes, a thin sword is like a spiritual snake, trembling endlessly, and the sword move change is like a ghost, and the people in the rivers and lakes who are watching are all dizzy.

However, the Fusang swordsman had obviously done his homework before going to the appointment, so as the blue light of Mr. Mo's sword flashed, the Fusang swordsman gradually retreated, not being hurt in the slightest. (To be continued!)

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