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A luxurious and magnificent courtyard, located in the palace, this courtyard that few people go in and out of, is more luxurious than the courtyard of the Marquis, the houses in the courtyard are densely arranged, a long corridor in a hundred steps, a short pavilion in ten steps, just by virtue of the red sandalwood carved fence of this long corridor, it can be seen.

The huge courtyard is very quiet and deep, look around, except for the warbler and the bird, there is no noise at all, although in the early spring, Yu'an is rare in the spring rain, but in this courtyard, there is a rare southern scenery of flowers and plants.

There is a magnificent pavilion in the courtyard, the pavilion presents the shape of Liuhe, three floors high, the momentum is magnificent, the door of the pavilion is open, the plaque of a piece of golden silk nanmu on the door, the four words of "nourishing qi and cultivating the heart" are written on it.

The scene in the pavilion is even more extravagant, you can see the famous calligraphy poems and paintings piled up everywhere, the famous ink treasure inkstone is countless, there are volumes of ancient books placed around the pavilion, all are of great value.

There are also six purple gold incense burners in the pavilion, placed around the pavilion, the mist is curling, the red sandalwood carved jade platform is a case, the pen and ink paper inkstone is placed at will, the ancient books of calligraphy and painting, the ink color in the inkstone is still new, a snow-white cooked Xuan is spread on the table at will, the book on the paper has a line of strong grass, such as the phoenix dancing and the dragon flying, at a glance you know that it comes from the calligraphy of everyone's handwriting.

"Today's chess is chaotic, you are distracted. ”

A flat tone of voice suddenly came out in the pavilion, and I looked at it intently, there were two people sitting opposite each other in the luxurious pavilion, one was aged sixties, one was about forty years old, not confused about the age, there was a low wooden table between the two, the table was engraved with a chessboard, and when the two were talking, black and white chess pieces quietly knocked down on the chessboard.

On the chessboard, white gains momentum and kills all sides, while black is restrained everywhere and is pressed to the point where it is difficult to move.

The man holding the black chess piece was the middle-aged man who was not confused, he looked at the chessboard, stunned, twisted a chess piece between his fingers, and tapped the chessboard lightly, thoughtful.

Seeing this, the old man frowned slightly, "Practicing martial arts is not a good deed, but it is not a good deed." ”

Hearing this, the person holding the black chess pursed his lips, and after a long time, he raised his eyes and glanced at the old man in the armor, and said: "The junior has a doubt in his heart, and he wants to ask Senior Zhao to understand. ”

The old man surnamed Zhao nodded.

The middle-aged man holding the black chess piece handed out the chess pieces and landed on the chessboard, "Dare to ask Senior Zhao, what are the rivers and lakes?"

When the old man surnamed Zhao heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Everyone in the world says that there are two rivers and lakes in Kyushu, one is the rivers and lakes of the martial arts, and the other is the rivers and lakes of the immortals. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Then Senior Zhao can be regarded as a romantic figure in the martial arts rivers and lakes." ”

The man is right, Zhao Xuansheng is now a sixtieth year, but he has half a time to become famous, Zhao Xuansheng practiced martial arts at the age of nine, although he has no chance with the immortal road, but he has great attainments in martial arts, and the extremely talented Zhao Xuansheng has the realm of a little martial arts master at the age of fourteen, and he can fight with the innate monk at the age of seventeen.

And this sword saint with the title of sword master, really holding the knife and practicing the knife, stepping on the peak of martial arts is already the crown age, and in just ten years, it is even more so that the martial arts master realizes the artistic conception of using the knife, and the sword intent has increased greatly, and he has entered the hall.

Half a year ago, Zhao Xuansheng held a knife in his hand, and he fought with the Xuanyang monk for more than 100 rounds, regardless of victory or defeat, and then it was three years, after Zhao Xuansheng found this person again, he only killed this person in thirty rounds.

Therefore, there is also the saying that the martial arts are extremely extreme and can kill Xuanyang.

Zhao Xuansheng praised the man, but he just smiled and shook his head: "If it is said that there are ten top ones in the rivers and lakes of martial arts, I can only be regarded as the last one at most." Although those who practice martial arts are mortal flesh and bones, it is difficult to reach those monk immortal families who swallow the aura of heaven and earth and ascend through the tribulation, but it is by no means as simple as wielding a knife to slash Xuanyang. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he raised his eyebrows, as if he was interested, and raised his head and asked: "How can I interpret this statement of my predecessors, could it be that it is not a secular martial artist, and it can also be comparable to those immortals who can destroy mountains and pull mountains and disperse clouds and fog with a snap of their fingers?"

Zhao Xuansheng smiled noncommittally, took a white piece in his hand, and quietly landed on the chessboard, his expression was a little solemn: "Six hundred years ago, there was a sword immortal who practiced martial arts, and he could borrow a sword in his hand to kill the heavens and men with the body of a mortal, and he was the top ten in martial arts, and this person could occupy the top three!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and asked with some astonishment: "Can you slash the heavens with a sword, there were such people six hundred years ago?"

Zhao Xuansheng said: "This person's name is not small, he loves three things in his life, one is the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the second is the liquor and tea, and the third is the way of the sword, even if it is the blue-shirted sword fairy who killed the 90,000 iron horsemen of the Ming Kingdom with a sword six hundred years ago, he has also suffered a lot of losses in his hands." ”

The man's face was a little surprised, Zhao Yi's majestic feat of breaking through ten thousand armors with a sword six hundred years ago was not only widely spread among the monks of the Immortal Sect, even if it was mundane, it could be regarded as a household name, after all, since ancient times and thousands of years, the sword handed out by this sword immortal is indeed unprecedented.

But you must know that when Zhao Yi killed 90,000 armor with one sword, Xiuwei was already among the pure yuan realm, and the cultivation was even more at the peak of the pure yuan realm.

Wu Fu is mortal and fleshy, can he really break the sword with a sword, and let the blue-shirted sword immortal who has made a magnificent feat plant a big heel?

The man thought about it for a while, but he still heard it in a fog, and he was full of doubts in his heart, and muttered: "A kendo celebrity who likes piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, drinks spirits and drinks tea, in the history of martial arts, there is really such a person?"

"Therefore, the world often says that the rivers and lakes are thousands of years old, and the martial artists on the rivers and lakes are too forgetful after all, even if there are romantic characters stirring up shocking waves in this rivers and lakes six hundred years ago, after six hundred years of precipitation, even the ripples will not be seen. ”

Zhao Xuansheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It may also be that this sword immortal's poetry has covered up the dust of his sword path, after all, he can write famous sentences such as Tsing Yi Fu that have been passed down for hundreds of years, how many people in the world can do it?"

As soon as Zhao Xuansheng's words came out, the man was shocked, and said with a stunned and surprised face: "Could it be that the person mentioned by the predecessors is the poet saint Li Qingqing?"

Zhao Xuansheng smiled and said nothing, and picked up a chess piece again, and landed on the chessboard, at this time, the white chess gained a general trend, crushing all the way, even if it is a chess national player here, black chess may have been powerless.

"In this game, you lost. Zhao Xuansheng said indifferently.

The man smiled and shook his head, but after a moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look out of the pavilion, his brow furrowed.

Zhao Xuansheng smiled kindly, got up and stretched his body slightly, looked out of the pavilion, and said with a smile: "It seems that he is not an idle person to break into the heavily guarded Wuhou Mansion, right?"

The man's expression was a little solemn and he nodded.

Zhao Xuansheng sighed faintly, and scolded with a smile: "You little loach, you don't have a good life in Xichu, and you actually caused me some trouble, but it's okay, I haven't used a knife for some years, so I should move my muscles and bones!"

After that, he waved his robe, drank a glass of fine wine, raised his glass, and raised his glass to invite the deceased, "If you come, you will be safe, and the two of you don't have to hide it, wouldn't it be nice to come to my heart cultivation pavilion and drink a glass of wine together?"