Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

As soon as Zongluo stepped forward, the students who were talking about him immediately fell silent.

Anyone with eyes can see that this young man in unstained white clothes is blind.

However, in the face of Gongsun You's strange and unpredictable swordsmanship, he even broke a branch on the osmanthus tree beside the waterside pavilion.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Originally, it was said that Gongsun You was a madman, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The real madman is the young man in white in front of him.

"Isn't it crazy? That's an iron sword, a branch against an iron sword?"

Although it's just a gesture of swordsmanship, you can use anything up to the point. But the branch is soft, and if it is cut by an iron sword, it will be gone. If it is cut in half, the competition will not be played.

Gongsun You, who was surrounded by the crowd, also frowned.

He came from a hermit family, and only one disciple of the family was allowed to join the WTO every ten years.

Unlike the self-made Guigu next door, the hermit family has a foundation. He is equivalent to the online line of the Yin-Yang family, holding a token in his hand, and the disciples of the Yin-Yang family dare not obey.

If you are not born, you will have to choose a bright master, plan the world, and be a blockbuster.

Gongsun You entered the WTO this time, in order to find a Ming master to help him unify the Central Plains and calm down the current war-torn situation.

In fact, what happened at the Baijia Banquet was just one move by him.

Although Gongsun You was arrogant and arrogant by nature, he was not brainless and arrogant.

Than he did not intend to reveal his origin, attracting the attention of many forces. But if you want to choose a master, you have to show your ability. Simply act in a high profile, and use this as a reference.

The family has collected many famous swordsmanships, among which there is a fragment of a piece of paper, which is said to be the fragment obtained by the swordsman enlightened a hundred years ago. Although it is impossible to take it out for actual combat, light on sword intent is enough.

As an outstanding disciple of the Yin Yang Family Headquarters, Gongsun You was excellent at puppetry, and his swordsmanship could only be considered to be above average. However, he was also confident that none of the hundreds of students in the audience could figure it out, let alone the blind man who came up with a branch and demanded to discuss the sword.

"If that's the case, then please."

Gongsun You glanced out of the corner of the eye, just in time to see that many dignitaries had been attracted by his deliberately created momentum. So he took a step back and the iron sword in his hand was ready to go.

He made up his mind to cut off the sweet-scented osmanthus branch in the hands of the white-robed boy.

......

On the other side, Yu Beizhou stood lazily in place.

He is still dressed in the same clothes today, white fur and red clothes, with loose black hair, which makes his face more and more beautiful, handsome and compelling, making people dare not look directly at him. How to look like a noble son raised by Zhong Lingyuxiu in an aristocratic family, it is really difficult to associate the three characters of Beining Wang, who stopped the child crying at night, with him.

Almost half of the students in Lanting Waterside were peeking at him.

Several princes were also beside him, which made Yu Beizhou look like the owner of this Lanting Water Pavilion.

The sixth prince saw with sharp eyes that there were traces of wetness on the place where the gold thread was spread on his chest, and asked kindly, "Huinan, why is your chest wet, do you want to go to the side hall to change a piece of clothes?"

Yu Beizhou didn't lift his eyelids: "Sixth Highness, we should have never exchanged words."

Zong Yuanwu, the fifth prince on the side, burst into a burst of laughter mercilessly, and said while laughing: "Yes, the prince has been fighting for the Great Abyss for many years, and he has a lot of opportunities. How can we be the same as us idle princes."

"It's not like some people." Zong Yuanwu pointed out: "Others have not exchanged words, but they even called themselves in advance. It's really familiar enough."

Zong Yongliu's face turned blue and white for a while: "You...!"

The status of Yu Beizhou in Dayuan was well known to everyone present.

Not to mention the military power in his hand, he was deeply appreciated by Emperor Yuan. It can be said that if he can win over him, the general trend of seizing the reserve is almost set.

Zong Yongliu also had this idea.

I was thinking about getting close. If Yu Beizhou ignores the title and doesn't mention it, he will exchange words in the future, and if he has something to do, he can visit the palace and let it out.

Unexpectedly, the King of Beining was so merciless, and directly pointed out his thoughts. Tell him to lose face not to say, but also to be stepped on by the fifth, really annoyed.

Seeing this, the fourth prince Zong Chengsi hurriedly came out to smooth things out.

"Imperial brothers, don't fight, it hurts peace."

He skillfully changed the subject: "We are still at the Baijia Banquet, isn't this a joke?"

"but......"

Zong Chengsi's eyes swept across the red-robed general, expressing his admiration bluntly: "Now that autumn is getting stronger, wearing wet clothes is always bad for your health. I have already ordered the servants to go to the weaving room to find the same The style of the python robe, if the lord does not dislike it, it will be better to change it when the servants come back."

In this way, after turning a corner, Zong Cheng's favor was won by Zong Cheng.

Zong Yongliu glanced at this unfounded and inactive imperial brother who loved beauties. I just felt that the previous rumors in Beijing were true, that the Fourth Emperor was indeed interested in the boundless face of Qiuyue King of Beining, and he didn't think in the direction of his intentional involvement in seizing the reserve.

Zong Yongwu's thinking is much simpler and cruder than they are beating around the bush: "The Fourth Emperor said that it is better for the lord to change his clothes."

He didn't even think about fortifying Zong Chengsi at all, but instead began to be filled with righteous indignation: "Which lowly slave was so careless and spilled water on the master's clothes."

Yu Beizhou, who has always been ignoring them, said, "It's not a servant, I don't change."

After speaking, he casually played with his fingers, his expression full of boredom.

"Oh - so it's not a servant."

Zong Chengsi was the first to react.

If it weren't for the servants, who would be willing to wear a wet suit for so long?

He unfolded his folding fan and interpreted the appearance of a playboy from an aristocratic family in the capital.

Everyone in the court knew that the biological mother of the fourth prince was from a lowly background, and his appearance followed his mother's more.

Now the pair of peach blossom eyes that are exactly the same as his Hua Kui's biological mother fell on Yu Beizhou, looking extra frivolous: "I don't know which beautiful woman is so fortunate to be able to get the eyes of the prince, and she is not willing to change her clothes."

"beauty?"

Yu Beizhou was stunned for the first time in the world, and immediately seemed to have heard some funny joke, shaking his shoulders and laughing non-stop, without any intention of explaining his confusing behavior.

Several other princes: "...?"

They didn't know where to poke Bei Ning Wang's laugh, but since they had their own thoughts, they would never make the scene embarrassing, so they also laughed.

The scene was awkward for a while.

After laughing for a long time, Zong Yongliu swept his eyes and saw the newly gathered crowd, and he hurriedly suggested: "Why are so many people gathered there, is there another wonderful discussion like the Confucianism and the Law just now? Let's watch it in the past. Look?"

After repeatedly hitting the wall, he made up his mind to pull back a game.

Although what Zong Yongliu said in the past looked like he was asking the opinions of the other two princes, in fact the leader of the opinions was Yu Beizhou. If he said that he was not interested, other people would definitely find an excuse to continue to accompany him here.

Yu Beizhou glanced out of the corner of the eye, and was about to say nothing, but after seeing the whiteness, his originally uninterested expression suddenly became vivid, and the words turned a corner.

The Hundred Family Banquet was held with a large number of people and was extremely lively.

For the sake of elegance, the river channels in the water pavilion are specially trimmed into nine and eighteen bends. The servants burn hot wine or tea in the upstream of the stream, pour it into a cup, hold it on the lotus leaf, and let the stream carry the lotus leaf and the cup downstream. When students are thirsty when they are talking about Taoism or guessing music with boxing, they can go to the stream to get it at any time.

Many students standing beside Qushui talking, laughing or discussing Taoism saw the nobles pass by, and they kept silent, consciously making way for them.

Next to the water pavilion, the two are facing each other.

A man in sackcloth and sackcloth with a proud expression. The other person was dressed in bright white clothes, with a clear moon breeze and a dusty temperament.

Because of the angle, they could only see half of Qingzun's profile face.

At first glance, several princes felt a little familiar, but for a while, they couldn't think of where the familiar was.

"What are you doing?" Zong Yuanwu, who was the only one of the princes who pointed out martial arts talent and was also very keen on martial arts, asked incredulously: "A blind man holds a twig in his hand, is it possible that he is talking about swords? ?"

The one with intact eyes held an iron sword in his hand, but the one with Bai Ling's eyes bound only held a blue branch with a cluster of sallow osmanthus at the end.

Just when they were surprised, the two moved.

Different from the fight with Yu Beizhou at the gate of the city, Zongluo and Gongsun You's sword argument did not last long, only three moves.

The first move, the branches swept across and the long sword stabbed.

In the second move, an afterimage slid across the air, as if predictable, the branches brushed past the blade of the sword and retreated.

The third trick is that the osmanthus in full bloom at the end of the branches falls like a goddess scattered flowers, and is swept into the stream beside the water pavilion by the protruding wind, and it happens to fall into the wine glass in the center of the lotus leaf in the winding stream to spread the hot wine. Apply the scent of osmanthus.

When the onlookers looked at it again, the end of the branch had already been pointed at Gongsun You's sword-holding hand.

The latter, holding the iron sword tightly, staggered back two steps and let go with a bang.

Although this life is not the last, it still feels quite good to beat Gongsun You.

Who told Gongsun You that this fellow can hide too much, and the counselor is not like an assassin, he can just sit and wait for him to come to the door.

Zongluo bowed his hands slightly: "Concession."

Dead silence.

It wasn't until a burst of applause suddenly sounded that everyone woke up like a dream.

The students looked back and saw that King Beining raised his hand lazily, apparently watching the sword discussion just now.

After a noble person started, when it was time, the voices of applauding and applauding joined together.

"Who wants to win this?"

Zong Yuanwu was speechless: "This young master in white is very good at swordsmanship."

He loves martial arts, and is somewhat martial arts idiot. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Although he did not realize that his talent was mediocre, he was also guided by famous experts and laid a foundation for more than ten years.

Furthermore, even a layman can see that he can beat an iron sword with a branch.

"It's really amazing, but it's a pity... I don't know which disciple it is."

Zong Yongliu followed suit, intending to disturb Huang Zongyuanwu's good deeds: "If your lord is interested, why don't you come closer?"

Yu Beizhou had no intention of paying any attention to the sixth prince.

He looked at the young man in white who was being complimented by everyone on the field, the smile on his face gradually deepened, and he raised his feet and walked over there.

The sixth prince, who was under the covers one after another, couldn't hold the smile on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that there are too many things behind the three characters of Beining Wang, how could he be a dignified prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and how could he be reduced to the point of seeing other people's faces and talking?

It is true that the father emperor is too powerful and monopolistic, and after ascending the throne, he would rather be named a tyrant in the history of the Qing Dynasty, and also reorganize the dynasty. Not only did he inherit the advantages of his own leadership, but he also managed to control the military power with a quick knife, and he also tossed the famous family that had been rooted in the great abyss for a long time.

Being backed by an aristocratic family is Zong Yongliu's advantage, and it is also his capital to seize the reserves.

However, none of the adult princes had a seal. As Emperor Yuan's henchman, Yu Beizhou, who had real power in his hands, could of course give him any favors. They couldn't do anything with the King of Beining, they could only knock down their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

The most important thing is the military power in Yu Beizhou's hands.

No, he must win over the king of Beining.

Thinking so, the sixth prince gritted his teeth and followed him again.

On the other side, Zongluo collected the branches without hesitation.

After some competition, the osmanthus flowers blooming on the branches scattered one after another, leaving only a bare pole.

Now, no one dislikes this unremarkable branch, just like no one dares to underestimate this tall, jade-like, blind boy in white clothes.

Before the two sides made their swords, they were not optimistic about him. After the competition was over, the shock was so great.

Is that a branch? It is unheard of and unseen before the branches knock down the iron sword.

If the branches were replaced by swords, how powerful would that be?

In fact, Zongluo was also touched by the light of Ghost Valley.

The hermit family is rich in classics, which is true; but the Guigu, which has been passed down for many years, is not too much.

Coincidentally, Zongluo had really seen the second page of the Sword Saint Fragment in Guigu. Now that he has solved Gongsun You's swordsmanship, it can only be said that it was a coincidence.

Coincidentally, he was also wondering, could it be possible that Yu Beizhou used this second fragment to take Gongsun You as his younger brother in "Able to Drink a Cup of Nothing"? Did he also steal the male lead role? It can't be so coincidental, can it?

The opposite Gongsun You seemed to be frozen, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Zong Luo was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Fang Cai's discussion of the sword is really wonderful, dare to ask which school the master is?"

Can you not be familiar, as soon as you hear it, you will know that it is his mindless Fifth Emperor brother.

Zong Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Several princes came, and Yu Beizhou should also be nearby.

Why is the surrounding suddenly quiet, I think it is also the charming charm of the protagonist who is silent as soon as he appears.

Zong Luowen said: "I'm not talented. I'm just a loose person. I usually take care of Confucianism. It's just a fluke to win this brother."

As soon as the voice came out, several princes felt even more strange in their hearts.

When I looked at the profile just now, I felt familiar, but it was too far away and there was Bai Ling blocking it, so I couldn't see it very clearly, so I didn't press it.

But now that I get closer, the more I look at it, the more familiar it is, even the voice is so familiar.

Zong Chengsi seemed to remember something, his face changed suddenly, he was about to stretch out his hand to hold Zong Yuanwu, but unexpectedly Zong Luo had taken the initiative to turn sideways in front of him.

After seeing the face of the young master in white, it was not only Zong Yuanwu, but even Zong Chengsi, who had always been thoughtful, was so frightened that he took a step back and was able to maintain his dignity.

"Brother Three Emperors?!!"

As soon as these words came out, many onlookers widened their eyes.

Zong Yuanwu was the one who responded the most.

Without him, it was because after Zong Luo returned to Dayuan from the end of the Wei Kingdom, he accidentally learned that he was the only one of the emperor's younger brothers who specialized in martial arts, and also took the path of leading troops to fight, so he usually practiced him a lot, of course. Very little effect.

However, this made Zong Yuanwu feel comfortable when he lay down without a piece of flesh for half a year, and when he saw this face, he automatically recalled the fear of being dominated.

"Imperial brother be careful!"

Zong Chengsi was the first to react, and hurriedly scolded: "Xiao Ke, Prince Yi, Fan Qingling, Fengshen Xuanju, and sacrificed his life for the country, how can you arrange it at will."

Zongluo: "..."

Although he knew that after he had escaped, his father had given him the posthumous title of Crown Prince, but when he stood here and listened to Zong Chengsi, he was so sarcastic.

It's funny that he lost his life before he was alive, but became a prince after his death.

On the other end, Zong Yongliu, who was also startled, made full psychological preparations and hurried up to fall into the trap: "Brother Wuhuang, it would be incredible if the father heard this."

Even though they suddenly met each other just now, Zong Yongliu was not enough. But his mind was much more mindless than Zong Yuanwu, and after thinking about it carefully, he figured out the key.

Last year, when the army did not find anything about Hangu Pass, and when there was no news from other countries, the death of the third prince was already a certainty. .

Not to mention, there are too many people in the capital looking forward to the death of the third prince in battle, and the princes are definitely one of them. Duo Chu Ding Da Shan is gone, so he can't go to the Wu Temple to burn a few more incense sticks.

What if Brother Three Emperors hadn't died?

For a moment, Zong Yongliu didn't think about this possibility.

But after all, the feet are on the third prince himself. If he doesn't die, won't he come back by himself?

Just relying on his origin in the Ghost Valley and the swordsmanship of the world, it is impossible not to come back.

Zong Yuanwu was still a little stunned: "Ah? Oh, oh... I was wrong for a while, so don't be surprised, son."

He stood for a while before regaining his senses, and then secretly raised his eyes to look at the older son, trying to find some traces on his face that didn't look like his third brother.

However, except for the uncovered eyes, Zong Yuanwu was discouraged and found that the rest of the place was exactly the same as the emperor's brother in his memory, and it made his legs weak at a glance.

Zong Luo smiled in a good-natured manner, "No problem. Your Highness is also hurt by the situation, and I miss my brother."

It's fine if he doesn't speak. As soon as he speaks, the similarity returns to 100%.

The princes only felt in a trance before their eyes, as if they saw the shadow of the stable and mature imperial brother on him.

Just when Zong Yuanwu didn't believe in evil and was about to inquire a few more words, Gongsun You, who had been standing there for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

"But luck?"

He asked a question in return, which was a response to Zong Luo's previous reply to Zong Yongliu.

Although he became a defeated general, Gongsun You's face not only did not see the annoyance and frustration after being defeated, but his eyes were full of brilliance, and there was a hint of strangeness.

Although he is good at puppet tactics, his swordsmanship is not bad, and he can naturally see the doorway of the sword just now.

The most important thing is that sword intent is to watch people.

Gongsun You played petty madness until he became a big man, and now he began to be cautious about himself. He was shocked to realize that he was just like a common man. He was preconceived when he saw a blind man, and he was really ashamed.

"If you lose, you lose, and I, Gongsun You, are not someone who can't afford to lose. I just fold the lottery for this martial arts."

Saying that, Gongsun You picked up the bamboo stick in the tray, snapped it, and threw it into the water.

On the side, another good person who saw this madman was not pleasing to the eye said, "Young Master Gu didn't cast the lottery for martial arts, what's the use of you if you folded it?"

This time, it was Gongsun You's turn to be surprised: "Your swordsmanship is excellent, but you didn't even choose martial arts?"

Zong Luo smiled bitterly: "I'm blind and can't see, how can I participate in the martial arts competition?"

Yes, apart from the branch, the most striking thing is this white ling.

In this short time, I don't know how many students sighed at this.

Gongsun You frowned: "Then what did you vote for? I'll just vote."

He bent over to pick up the iron sword on the ground, and said excitedly: "When will we discuss the Dao again, for so many years, I have never met an opponent..."

Before the words were finished, Gongsun You suddenly felt a pain in his mouth, and the sword in his hand fell out of control again, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Not far away, someone was playing with the wooden beads in their hands, and the casual voice suddenly became cold, full of ridicule: "You are not worthy."