"Okay, excuse me!" Wang Biao said as he stepped onto the stone steps, and at the invitation of Master Boudin's apprentice, he happily walked into the room.

This is a small patio house, and in the center of the house there is a small square open-air flower pond, which is now planted with some autumn chrysanthemums, cactus, holly and purple ring silver hooks, as well as some unknown small evergreen flowers. The small flowerpond, beautiful and refined, adds an infinite elegance and detachment to this room and its owner. In addition, the narrow corridors on the four sides of the small patio are also paved with the famous ink stone of this place, and the top of the ink stone is clean and smooth, and the dust is not clean, which shows how neat and tidy the owner of this place is to life. On either side of the small patio were two small rooms, the old but clean wooden doors of which were now closed, and it was clear that this must be the ashram of their master and apprentice. In front of the small patio is a small, elegant little living room. There is no back door on the back wall of the living room, but there are two small rectangular windows that stand up about one person high, and at this moment, the morning sun from the direction of Shell Ridge is shining red in the whole small living room. Therefore, the simple and practical furnishings in the small living room can also be seen clearly. In the middle of the small living room is a rectangular inkstone coffee table that looks a little larger in this small hall, and a set of Tang color tea sets is placed on the coffee table. Everything on the coffee table was wiped clean and spotless. On the window side of the coffee table there is a large mahogany chair, flanked by a slightly smaller mahogany chair, and on the opposite side of the coffee table, in the direction of the doorway, are placed two smooth log pier seats. In addition, there is a rectangular calligraphy and painting embedded in the middle of the two windows, and the poems on it reflect the high, majestic and elegant momentum of Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall", and the font of the poems is quite imposing, giving people a sense of immersion.

Walking into the living room, Boudin took the lead in inviting Wang Biao to sit on the left side of the coffee table, and he himself sat on the wide master's chair in the middle, while Yang Lin consciously sat down on one of the wooden piers and began to boil water to make tea.

Budan and Yang Lin said: "Today, Wang Shaoxia came from afar, and he is a distinguished guest of our humble house, and he should take out our best fragrant tea 'Thousand Red Bamboo Leaves' to worship. ”

So, Yang Lin took out a delicate small bamboo tube from the kitchen of the coffee table, unscrewed the lid of the bamboo tube, scooped out three small spoons of fine tea leaves from the small stone teaspoon, and put them into the Tang pottery teapot on the coffee table, and then he made a fire to boil sencha water. After a while, the fragrant aroma of tea wafted out from the Tang Tao teapot.

Then, Yang Lin went from the main seat to the guest seat, and then to himself in turn to the fragrant tea.

At this time, Boudin invited Wang Biao to taste tea again.

A cup of fragrant tea is in the stomach, full of fragrant mouth, and the aftertaste is endless.

"The young man is here, is it a chance encounter, or is there something else?" asked Boudin as he put down the teacup.

"Came to wait for a friend. Wang Biao stopped the teacup and said, and then he took a sip and put it back into the teacup.

Boudin nodded, thoughtful, and suddenly asked, "Can you take the liberty of asking, who is the friend that Wang Shaoxia is waiting for?"

"His name is Wu Shuang. ”

"Wu Shuang!" Budan said in surprise, "Could it be that in recent years, the rumors on the rivers and lakes are 'Wu Shuangjian among the people'?"

"Exactly. ”

"Oh!" Budan sighed deeply and said, "Could it be that Wu Shaoxia is here to go to the 'Top of the Divine Sword'?"

"Yes!"

Immediately, Boudan and Yang Lin had a difficult face.

So, Wang Biao asked puzzledly: "The two predecessors are both extraordinary and holy figures in the contemporary swordsmanship world;

"Gossip is like poison," Yang Lin suddenly interjected, "It's not uncommon to see evil words and slander on the rivers and lakes. ”

Wang Biao nodded.

"But," said Boudin hesitantly, "there is one thing that is going to make it difficult for us to do so!"

"What do you mean by your predecessors?"

Boudin shook his head slowly, as if he was unable to speak.

"It's okay for seniors to say!" Wang Biao said.

"Alas!" Budin sighed deeply again and said, "On that day, in order to promote the way of the sword, the famous sword of the Sword Sect specially invited us to set up a game of 'Top of the Divine Sword' here, in order to promote the way of the sword, stir up the turbidity and promote the purity, and inspire the contemporary swordsmanship celebrities to understand the way of the sword; As a result, we have been burdened with a filthy reputation in the rivers and lakes for many years. ”

"What's so difficult about that," Wang Biao said, "In that case, why don't the seniors withdraw from this bureau and explain the reasons to the people in the rivers and lakes, so that everything will be fine?"

"No, no. Boudin shook his head and smiled bitterly and said, "As the saying goes: It is easy to enter the WTO and it is difficult to be born, and who will believe us now! Besides, we cannot be indecisive and give up in the middle of the road." ”

"Then according to what the predecessors said, Wu Shuang must also act according to the rules this time?" Wang Biao asked.

Boudin nodded silently.

At this moment, Boudin's face suddenly became solemn, and he said solemnly, "He is here." ”

"Who's coming?" Wang Biao asked in amazement.

"Which of your friends!" said Boudin, and then instructed Yang Lin, "You go and take a look outside the door!"

As soon as Yang Lin walked out of the door, he saw a graceful white-robed young man walking out of the path behind the house, holding a black-sheathed long sword, striding proudly from under the walnut tree to the chain bridge.

"The person who came is the first fast sword Wu Shuangshao in the south of the Yangtze River who is called 'unparalleled among the people in Wu Shuangjian'?"

"That's me. Wu Shuang said with a smile.

"Wu Shaoxia is going to the top of the Excalibur?"

"That's right. ”

"It's a pity!" Yang Lin said, "Then you have to pass me first." ”

"Who are you?"

"Dongyue Swordsman Yang Lin!"

"I heard you carved good words on walnuts?"

"Barely coping. ”

"And how are you going to get through this level?"

"You'll have to ask him. Yang Lin said, slowly raising the iron sword in his hand that was engraved on the walnut.

"Then offend. Wu Shuang said, drawing his sword and stepping out.

A dragon's groan sounded, and the heavens and the earth were dark. I saw a hurricane rolling under the walnut tree, and Wu Shuangjian flew out of the rainbow and rushed towards Yang Lin.

Looking at Yang Lin, he didn't hesitate, only to see him step on his feet and sweep his body, as if an arrow from the string was shuttling towards Wu Shuang.

Suddenly, the gloomy clouds were bleak and murderous. One resembles a flying dragon in the air, and the other resembles a tiger descending from a mountain. Yang Lin's sword was as dense as rain, and Wu Shuangqingfeng was like lightning.

There was a sound of iron tools in ping-pong, and when I looked at it again, a hole had been clearly cut on Yang Lin's black robe - a bloody sword wound!

At this moment, the world was gasping in silence, and Yang Lin, who was standing under the walnut tree, had a bloody arrow shooting to the ground from the long cut in his chest that was cut by the sharp sword in Wu's hand.

At this moment, Wu Shuang stood in the corridor of the room, he didn't look back, he used his wordless back to face Yang Lin's bleeding wound.

"Why doesn't your sword go half an inch deeper!" Yang Lin asked sneeringly.

"I've done my best. ”

Wu Shuang said and walked into the room proudly.