I have a role in the heavens

Song Yuhua chuckled, very satisfied, and stepped into the main hall with unparalleled elegance and sharpness.

Xie Hui was sitting above, his face livid and gloomy. There was a plaque hanging above his head with four big words written on it: benevolence, justice, etiquette. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with flying dragons and phoenixes, and the pen is strong. At first glance, the sharp edge is coming towards the face. This was written by Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, when the Duzun Castle was established. It incorporates the meaning of the Heavenly Sword, majestic and powerful.

Song Yuhua stood in the main hall, looking up at the plaque, extremely focused, with some complicated emotions, without saying a word.

Xie Hui's face was extremely dark, his eyes were narrowed and extremely narrow, and a cold light came out from the slits in his eyes. He looked at his daughter-in-law, his eyes were no longer as gentle as before, they were full of coldness, and he said in a very cold voice.

"I didn't expect my daughter-in-law to be so great. She secretly won over most of the generals. I, the Lord of the Sovereign Castle, didn't even know about it. I was kept in the dark and became a puppet!"

Xie Hui had a stern look on his face, and his voice was extremely cold, with murderous intent and evil aura. This martial arts judge had been powerful in Bashu for decades. It was not that he had never encountered challengers, but he had suppressed them all with his powerful strength. Unexpectedly, he ended up falling into the hands of his daughter-in-law.

"Yuhua, you are worthy of being the daughter of Song Que, the Heavenly Saber!"

"Back then I thought you were gentle and well-behaved, unlike Brother Song, but now it seems I was mistaken!"

When Xie Hui mentioned Song Que, an unnatural look flashed across his face. He and Song Que shared life and death together, and they traveled the world together. Song Que saved his life many times, and they became a close friend. Now he has betrayed Song. However, the reason turned out to be because of a woman, a woman who did not have Jie Hui in her heart, Fan Qinghui of Cihang Jingzhai.

Song Yuhua withdrew his eyes from the plaque, his eyes were cold and focused, with a sharp edge, he looked at Xie Hui and said coldly.

"You got me wrong!"

"Father also misjudged you!"

"It's even!"

Song Yuhua's words were extremely rational. He did not accuse Xie Hui of betraying the Song clan, but calmly stated the facts. There was no right or wrong, just different positions.

Xie Hui breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and the guilt that was still in his heart completely dissipated. His eyes were firm and cold, and he slowly stood up from his seat, took a few steps forward, and stood opposite Song Yuhua, looking at He asked with a somewhat complicated look on the people surrounding the main hall.

"Enough chatting! It's time to talk about business!"

"You led so many people to surround the main hall. What do you want to do?"

Song Yuhua turned around and glanced at his subordinates. These people were originally Xie Hui's subordinates, but now they took refuge in Song Yuhua and surrounded the original master. There is no need to say what happened.

"Please forgive me, Lord of the castle, for abandoning the darkness and turning to the light!"

Song Yuhua turned around, his eyes were extremely bright, and he said very seriously.

"Abandoning darkness and turning to light, who is the darkness and who is the light?"

Xie Hui sneered and looked at Song Yuhua sarcastically, with a bit of disdain. He obviously had different opinions on who was dark and who was bright.

"The Li clan is dark, the Song clan is bright!"

Song Yuhua didn't take Xie Hui's reaction seriously and explained the light and shade very seriously. She thought so from the bottom of her heart and was extremely sincere.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Xie Hui raised his head and laughed, the laughter was so unrestrained that he even bent his waist with laughter. He stretched out his right hand, pointed his finger at Song Yuhua, and asked angrily.

"Why?"

"You said that the Li clan is dark and the Song clan is bright, is that right? I prefer to think that the Li clan is bright and the Song clan is dark!"

A look of disappointment appeared on Song Yuhua's face. People with different paths should not work together. This is the eternal truth. Xie Hui and Song Clan are obviously not on the same road. Even in the face of the current desperate situation, they are still stubborn and prepared to go all the way to the dark side. , unwilling to look back.

"The Han Dynasty is bright, the Hu people are dark!"

"So it is self-evident who is the orthodox one between the Song Clan and the Li Clan!"

Song Yuhua took a deep look at Xie Hui and was extremely serious. His voice was not loud, but it was so deafening that Xie Hui's laughter stopped.

When Xie Hui heard this, his whole body trembled, his pupils dilated, and the sarcastic smile disappeared, becoming a bit strange. Finally, he showed a bitter smile and said hoarsely.

"At this point, what's the point of talking about this?"

Xie Hui has admired Song Que's insistence on Han unification since he was young. He is also a Han, a son of China, and a man born and raised in the Central Plains. How could he not hate the domineering Hu people, but now he has forgotten In his original intention, he was persuaded by Fan Qinghui and prepared to surrender to the Li clan. This was already an act of forgetting his ancestors.

"You have taken over the situation today. They are all yours. What can I, a lonely old man, do?"

Xie Hui looked past Song Yuhua and looked at the Duzun Fort troops outside the main hall. These were originally his subordinates, but now they pointed their swords at him, which was really touching.

Song Yuhua did not overwhelm others with his power, and was extremely calm. He lowered his head and glanced at the full moon scimitar in his hand. There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, full of tenderness, his voice was ethereal and ethereal, and his mind entered the full moon state of mind, which was cold and clear. , raised his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly turned into swords, extremely sharp, and said loudly.

"They used to be your subjects, so naturally they can't attack you!"

"Today, I will not bully you. I will use the scimitar in my hand to determine the winner and loser. The winner will stay and the loser will go!"

Song Yuhua was completely different from the past at this time. A powerful aura erupted from his body. His black hair fell behind him and kept fluttering. He raised the scimitar in his hand and pointed it at Xie Hui. The blade was cold and sharp, and it was extremely frightening.

Xie Hui was stunned when he heard the words, his mind was in a trance, and he looked at Song Yuhua blankly, as if he was hallucinating. Standing in front of him at this time was his sworn brother whom he had admired all his life, the Heavenly Sword Song Que, who showed his sharp edge and swallowed up mountains and rivers with anger. , majestic and powerful.

"You really look like your father!"

Xie Hui said softly, with a complex look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and lifted up a pair of judge pens made of iron in his hands. The tip of the pen was cold and sharp, and the true energy was hesitant and made a whistling sound. , pierced the air, particularly terrifying.

"But do you really think you are my opponent?"

"I, Xie Hui, am not in vain. In the entire south, except Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, who dares to say that he can be better than the pair of judge's pens in my hand!"

"If I didn't have this martial arts, how could I dominate Bashu, build a solemn fortress, and be respected and obeyed by the people of Bashu!"

The martial arts judge Xie Hui is one of the first-class masters in the martial arts world. He is a veteran master and a powerful master in Bashu. He has been in power for decades and has not been defeated. You can know how powerful he is.

Song Yuhua was not affected by Xie Hui's words. She was in a mysterious state at this time. Her mental perception was extremely sharp and her spirit was infinitely elevated. Her thoughts and the scimitar in her hand merged into one, creating an indescribable resonance with the same frequency. , extremely familiar, indistinguishable from each other.

"I don't know if I can beat you, but I have an idea in my mind that I want to test!"

"what idea?"

Xie Hui showed a puzzled look, looked at Song Yuhua who looked a little strange, frowned slightly, and asked aloud.

"If I defeat you with the full-moon scimitar in my hand, am I qualified to have my name engraved on my father's whetstone?"

Xie Hui was slightly startled when he heard the words, his eyes flashed with a look of shock, and he looked at Song Yuhua with burning eyes. For the first time, he knew that Song Yuhua in front of him actually had such ambitions. Even he, Xie Hui, was not qualified to leave his name. On Song Que's whetstone, everyone above him was a world-famous top master, and the last one was in the realm of master perfection, with a level of cultivation that was a few points higher than Xie Hui's.

Xie Hui smiled, very happily, as if he had regained his former martial arts judge style, bold and hearty, and said loudly.

"Absolutely qualified!"

"Although I, Xie Hui, am not qualified to leave my name on the whetstone, as long as you defeat me with the scimitar in your hand, you are definitely qualified to be listed on it!"

Xie Hui's words are not false. Although he is a few points behind in strength and cannot put his name on the whetstone, if someone can defeat him, he is indeed strong enough to be on the whetstone. He is like a measure of the whetstone. Generally, as long as you defeat him, you can be on the list.

"That's good!"

"Then I will carve my name on the whetstone today!"

Song Yuhua was relieved and smiled brightly, charming and holy. He waved the full-moon scimitar in his hand, and a sword energy was extremely condensed. It broke the air and slashed towards Xie Hui, as if to say hello and politely. A blow.

Xie Hui's expression was resolute and stern, with a more cautious look in his eyes. He looked solemnly at the sword energy rushing in front of him. This sword energy was condensed and pure and should not be underestimated.

This kind of pure and condensed sword energy cannot be practiced by anyone other than swordsmen. This fully illustrates Song Yuhua's strength. His swordsmanship is exquisite and superb. Hui didn't dare to relax at all.

This is also Song Yuhua's purpose of wielding this sword, to remind Xie Hui to go all out and not to be careless, otherwise she will not be able to win.

"Yuhua, your temperament is very much like your father, very proud!"

Xie Hui was mature and scheming, so he naturally understood Song Yuhua's intention, so he said this. Song Yuhua was worried that he would be careless and lose, which would not be enough to verify his own strength and affect his ability to climb the whetstone. Such a arrogant temperament , exactly the same as Song Que.

"It makes sense for a tiger father to have a dog daughter!"

As Xie Hui spoke, the judge's pen in his hand moved forward a little, and a strong wind pierced the void and hit the condensed sword energy.

"boom!"

The strong wind and sword energy turned into little stars, floating in the air, and disappeared.

Song Yuhua didn't take it seriously. The sword strike just now was just a test and a greeting, and it did not represent his true strength.

Song Yuhua mentally communicated with the full moon scimitar in his hand. The blade trembled slightly and made buzzing sounds. The sword energy was like sharp teeth, tearing the air and slashing out suddenly. A waning moon rose, the moonlight fell, and it was extremely cold. , the holy white light was like a horse, crossing the void and slashing towards Xie Hui's head.

Xie Hui raised his mind, concentrated and held his breath, his eyes shrank, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon. He suddenly swung out the judge pen in his hand, with silver hooks and iron paintings, waving it wildly, like a great poet or literary giant, swiping his pen and ink to fill the space in front of him. When it was made of paper, the true energy was turned into ink, and the hook was drawn horizontally and vertically, and the eight skills of Yongzi were used. The tip of the pen was pointed vertically and horizontally at the practiced silver.

According to legend, Wang Xizhi, the great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, spent several years writing the word "Yong". He believes that this character has the eight methods of regular script. If the character "Yong" is written well, all characters can be written well. Later, Sun Zhiyong, the seventh generation of Wang Xizhi, passed on the "Eight Methods of Yongzi" to Yu Shinan. Later, it was passed down through many calligraphers.

The Eight Methods of Yongzi: The point is the side, the side edge falls sharply, the stroke is spread out, and the momentum is sufficient to close the edge; the horizontal edge is the pinch, the paper is dropped against the edge, go slowly and return quickly, and do not pass along the front; the straight pen is the effort, and should not be too straight , if it is too straight, it will be stiff and weak, but it must be straight to see the curve; the hook is a crotch, and the pen is lifted at the front, so that the force is concentrated on the tip of the pen; the upward and horizontal strokes are used as a strategy, the stroke is the same as the straight stroke, and the strength is at the end of the stroke; the long stroke is Sweep, the stroke is the same as a straight stroke, the front edge is slightly thicker, and the force must be sent; the short stroke is to peck, and the stroke is left to the left, fast and sharp; the stroke is to press the pen, and the counter-front is lightly dropped, the folded front is spread out slowly, and the closing front is heavy In implicit.

As a master of calligraphy, Xie Hui naturally has superb calligraphy. He integrated the Eight Methods of Yongzi into the Judge's calligraphy, which is so powerful and exquisite that even Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, praised his calligraphy.

"Bo!"

There was a soft sound, like the sound of a bubble being popped. The light of the sword dissipated, the strong wind disappeared, and it was hard to tell the difference between one move and another.

Song Yuhua was extremely focused, her eyes were empty, and she didn't look at Xie Hui in front of her at all. She was just using the sword skills in her heart, not caring who her opponent was or how he responded.

The waning moon rose, reached the zenith, and turned into a full moon. It was as white as jade and as complete as a plate. The silver light scattered all over the ground, illuminating the entire night sky. The light of the sword became even brighter, turning the originally dark master The whole hall was illuminated, but it didn't give people any feeling of warmth. The light of the sword was cold and cold, and countless small water droplets condensed in the air. The dew dripped, as if it was a light rain. The sword skills are so exquisite. , it’s already considered miraculous.

Xie Hui's expression was extremely solemn, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, like an eagle discovering its prey. In his hand, he wrote the most gorgeous article with the judge's pen. The fragrance of ink faintly filled the air. Each word was like a pearl, and the flowers were clustered together, as if he had stepped into the world all at once. In the spring garden, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, colorful and gorgeous.

"Ding!"

There was a slight collision between the Full Moon Scimitar and the Judge's Pen. Gold and iron collided, and sparks flew out. The golden-red sparks flashed away, and the swords separated again. The two took a step back at the same time, opening a distance of ten feet. Their eyes faced each other, and the sharp edges in their eyes met, like the collision of swords, and a clanging sound came from deep in their hearts. This was the collision of the two people's momentum and spirit, and it was no less thrilling than a real competition.

The eyes of the two people were shining with gleaming light, and their minds and spirits were indistinguishable. They shouted loudly at the same time, and stepped hard. The basalt slabs shattered one after another, and rocks flew flying towards each other. The sound was terrifying and extremely powerful. .

Song Yuhua had a ghostly figure, dodged left and right, dodged all the rocks, and appeared in front of Xie Hui. The full moon in the starry sky fell and turned into a red sun. The most yin and cold Taiyin star turns into the most yang and strong sun. The sunshine is bright, golden and dazzling.

Faced with such a bright sword light, Xie Hui couldn't help but close his eyes. His eyes were dark, but Xie Hui's mind was elevated to a state he had never reached before, extremely sharp. At this time, Xie Hui was facing an unprecedented predicament. He had no vision, and the sword was sharp. He was about to be killed by the bright sword, but he turned into a sage and saint, and the judge's pen in his hand wrote: An eternal classic.

"King Wen was restrained and performed "The Book of Changes"; Zhongniee wrote "Spring and Autumn"; Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Li Sao"; Zuoqiu was blind, but he wrote "Guoyu"; Sun Tzu Binjiao revised the "Art of War"; Wei Qian did not Shu, "Lu Lan", a historical biography; Han Fei, who was imprisoned in Qin, wrote "Speaking of Difficulties" and "Lonely Anger"; "Poetry" has three hundred chapters, which are mostly the works of sages out of anger."

The bright article illuminates the long river of time, and the bright Hao sun gives birth to all living things. The two collide together. The bright light has never been seen before. This is the collision of the light of life and the light of civilization. The collision. The light that followed was so dazzling that everyone outside the main hall who was paying attention to the battle looked away. Their eyes were completely white and they couldn't see anything at all.

"when!"

The fierce collision produced a loud sound. This sound has a wonderful effect. When it reaches the ears, the wisdom is greatly increased and the soul is warmed. It is really magical.

Song Yuhua let out a clear whistle, which was crisp and sweet, like the collision of wind chimes, like the tinkling of a clear spring, making people feel extremely pure and peaceful. A bright smile appeared on her charming jade face, and she waved the full moon scimitar in her hand again, incomparably exquisite. , along an incomparably mysterious angle, rowing towards the void and slashing down.

The sun and the moon rotate, yin and yang change, the sun and the moon leap high on the ground at the same time, leaping three thousand feet, a bright and brilliant galaxy opens, the stars shine, countless, the sun and the moon blend into it, inconspicuous, the Milky Way is gorgeous, like a dream It is like an illusion, like the sky pouring down towards the world, roaring continuously, and the heaven and earth shake.

Incomparably bright and gorgeous light shines. This exquisite and pure sword technique is no longer like the sword technique in the world. This is a sword that can only be cut by the gods above the nine heavens. It is extremely stunning, dreamy and gorgeous, and dazzling.

Facing such dazzling and stunning sword skills, Xie Hui froze on the spot. The judge pen in his hand fell down and hit the stone slab, leaving a white mark.

A look of relief appeared on Xie Hui's face, and the bright stars were reflected in his eyes. A warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes, leaving the galaxy in his eyes forever. He closed his eyes and waited. die.

A strong wind passed by, the sword air was cold, a wisp of black hair fell, and the sword light stopped in front of Xie Hui's face, leaving almost no gap.

Song Yuhua's whole body was majestic and heroic, but his face looked indifferent, as cold as ice. The majestic momentum and pure temperament created a huge contrast, exuding unparalleled attraction and admiration.