Great Sui Guoshi

Lu Liangsheng pointed to the upstairs, thanked the guy, and took Wang Banyan up to the second floor. Upstairs, there were several tables of guests, all dressed up as Jianghu people, with weapons on the table legs, either silent or vigilant. , Seeing that it was a scholar and an old man, they couldn't feel any martial arts cultivation in their bodies, and they held up their cups and showed a sinister smile.

"Isn't Qianwei a competition?"

Lu Liangsheng took the wine glass handed over, sat across from him and took a sip, and asked a question indifferent to the malicious eyes around him.

"Why are you drinking here?"

Zuo Zhengyang took a sip from the thin-necked jug, glanced at the surrounding tables, and laughed: "Today is the fourth day of the lunar new year."

These words made the scholar stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had stayed in Wanhe County for a few days and had delayed going to Qingcheng Mountain, but here he just happened to catch up.

"Your Master Lu's affairs are settled?" Zuo Zhengyang put down the jug and asked.

"That's not true, but since we're here, it's a good time to see how Qianwei compares with the swordsman whose surname is Xiahou."

"Okay, it's about time, Zuo will lead the way!"

The two had a drink, got up talking and laughing, and went down the second floor together and walked out of the wine shop. Those people from the rivers and lakes all raised their weapons to keep up. She stepped on the roofs of other people's homes and flew to an open space in the city.

As if to report.

Soon, Lu Liangsheng followed Zuo Zhengyang and came here. In the open place, eight wooden stakes more than one foot long were laid down, surrounded by green foresters, with grass roots in their mouths, and weapons on their backs. Zuo Zhengyang and Lu Liangsheng couldn't help but chuckle as they spit out the grass roots.

"And a helper."

"He's a scholar. He looks powerless, so he really dares to come here."

"Hehe, I really want to see the expression on the scholar's face when he sees the blood splattered, and don't pee his pants in fear."

"Hahaha!"

In the noisy room of laughter, someone shouted at Lu Liangsheng who was leading the old donkey.

"Go home and hug your mother, be careful later, don't be scared!"

Lu Liangsheng didn't seem to hear it, he smiled and cupped his hands at him, the man wanted to shout again, but the only sound that came out of his mouth suddenly was: "Uh uh uh ah ah...", pointing at the throat He gestured to several companions next to him.

Those companions thought he was joking, and laughed even more cheerfully.

However, after all, there were not many noisy and joking voices, and some people still held a cautious attitude. After all, there are still some swordsmen who seem to be weak in Jianghu people with fluttering robes. They looked at the long sword hanging on the bookshelf behind the scholar. Confirming the guess, he nodded.

"Young Master Lu doesn't need to care about these wild and reckless rivers and lakes. There are many people among them who are the same as Zuo in the past, and few of them know of cultivators in the world."

"It doesn't matter, Qianwei is going to fight on his own."

Lu Liangsheng found a seat and sat down, glanced at the opposite of the eight wooden posts, a square-faced man wearing a black tall hat with one eye covered, then stopped talking, and asked Wang Banzai to fetch the bookshelf, unfold the scroll portrait I'm going to paint here.

"Young master Lu wants to make Zuo a better painting."

Zuo Zhengyang laughed and took a long knife behind his back and thrust it into the ground, only carrying the other one in one hand, he leaped to the wooden stake, stomped on it with one foot, split his other leg to hook the second wooden stake , holding a knife across the middle with one hand.

"A certain knife on the left is enough."

Putting on this posture is also convenient for him to be drawn wisely and mightily. However, Lu Liangsheng sitting there polished his ink, picked up a pen and put it on the paper to draw, which is the building of the government office here.

With a series of strokes, another cloud was drawn.

"Hey, why is it cloudy?"

The sun was shining brightly, and in the open space of the competition, a huge cloud slowly covered the sunlight, forming a huge shadow that covered half of the city.

Obscure people's sight.

Chapter 3 Twelve Indigo Thunder Paintings, Hidden in the Painting, Cleansing the Evil of the World

Overcast clouds slowly floated from the corner of the city to this side, and people's sights were clouded. People gathered in the green forest and rivers and lakes of the competition venue, there were men and women, with different costumes, and their voices were ups and downs. The eight wooden stakes over there were surrounded like a stage. .

Some people felt the gloomy vision and raised their heads to look at the sky.

"It's pretty cloudy today, isn't it going to rain?"

"...Ghost God, I really don't pick the right time to wait for the heroes to gather for a martial arts competition."

"Don't talk, don't talk, look at Xia Housui getting up! The number one swordsman in the world, I just don't know if Zuo Zhengyang on that pile can be the number one swordsman in the world."

Everyone looked at the martial arts field, the figure with a black high hat and one eye mask, dragging a black robe and standing up with a sword. He was tall and tall, and the sword in his hand was also a broad sword.

Clang~~

The sword was withdrawn from the scabbard, Xia Housui lifted the hem of his robe, jumped up to a wooden stake of more than ten feet, and stood with the sword horizontally, with awe-inspiring aura.

"Yan Chixia said that no one in the world can compete with your swordsmanship, and I just happen to use a sword. I have some attainments, please enlighten me."

On the opposite side, Zuo Zhengyang opened his eyes slightly, and his expression when talking to Lu Liangsheng was completely different again.

Ever since he lost an arm in a battle with a big monster like Purdue Cihang a few years ago, his martial arts have been different from the past. All the bones and meridians in the whole body are filled with fire aura.

However, right now he won't use the things of cultivation, but real martial arts, defeating the opponent is also cutting the past!

Zuo Zhengyang raised his single arm, the blade cut across the air, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

"Please enlighten me!"

The cloud covered the last ray of sunlight, and the moment it passed the knife edge, the wooden stake under the two people's feet vibrated, and the two figures crashed into the past.

The first sound of bang, the next moment, everyone's ears were full of bang, bang, intertwined metal cold light, mixed with countless sparks bouncing and splashing, beating like iron hammers.

It was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly, the two people who swung their swords moved around on the wooden post, the agitation and the sound of the wind stirred up a layer of sand and dust, forcing the surrounding Jianghu people to raise their sleeves to cover their swings.

At this time, the sky was completely overcast, and Lu Liangsheng didn't look at the wooden stakes where they were fighting crazily. The sand and dust flew in, separated up and down at an arm's length, and swept away in other directions.

He pursed his lips tightly, stared intently at the paper, quickly embellished with the brush in his hand, the green ink drew out the dark clouds, turned around, and landed on the walls of the government office, blue bricks and black tiles, and the stone lion mansion gates were outlined one by one.

Thinking of the injustice Li Yishu encountered, he painted with more concentration.

'The indigo thunder washes away the evil in the world...'

With a twist of the wrist, only the nib of the pen was left under the dark clouds to draw a little bit of lightning, and a gust of wind blew across the martial field. Everyone squinted their eyes, and heard a loud thunder in the sky, exploding over the city, shaking buzzing in people's ears.

"It's thundering, how can this contest be compared?!"

Someone was blowing messily in a bun, shouting in the wind, and there was also a voice saying: "It's just that, such a violent storm makes me different from heroes!!"

boom--

The thunder in the sky exploded again, and on the competition field, the wooden stake was shattered by a single knife. The tenacity of will is like a god of war, dancing his long soldiers, and slashing out in anger.

Bah!

The blocking wide sword vibrated, pressing the sword body to Xia Housui's chest, and the moment it was attached to the cloth, an unimaginable inner force permeated, the robe hissed several times, and it flew to the left and right, and the whole person smashed into two pieces like cannonballs. A wooden stake fell heavily to the ground and rolled twice before stopping.

woohoo~~

Xia Housui panted violently, and got up from the ground supporting the blade of the sword. The high-intensity fight almost exhausted his physical strength, but the opponent was not exhausted at all.

'Why... why is he acting like nothing. '

Looking down, his upper body was covered with fine knife marks, but the skin was cut, and they were all skin traumas. It would take a long time to heal. Obviously, the other party was merciful.

However, the dense wounds frightened the people in the surrounding Jianghu. Some acquaintances came to help him, but Xia Housui pushed him away, and roared over with red eyes.

"I'm fine, I can fight again!"

"Xia Housui."

Over there, Zuo Zhengyang, who was standing firmly on the wooden post, put away his saber gesture, and said in a bold voice: "The victory and defeat have been decided, so there is no need to fight for life and death. Zuo respects you for your superb swordsmanship, and you are worthy of the second sword in the world!" , As for the first sword, it's Yan Chixia, you can find him to decide the outcome when you have time."

The voice echoed, Xia Housui clenched his fists, and wanted to go up again, but at this time he lost his face, turned his face away, clenched his sword and arched his fists, and squeezed out a sound with difficulty.

"Xia Housui is defeated, let me bid farewell!"

He retrieved the scabbard, turned shirtless and squeezed through the crowd, and left quickly. Now that the martial arts field has been decided, some people were dissatisfied. , The sword technique is amazing, Xiahou! Why don’t you challenge that person again!!”

Xia Housui, who squeezed into the crowd, stopped, turned sideways and looked at the drawing figure hiding among the crowd, as well as the old donkey wagging its tail. On the bookshelf on the donkey's buttocks, a sword sheath wrapped in shark skin was hanging , and the hilt of the sword is even inlaid with three rubies, one big and two small, which looks extraordinary at first glance.

"Xia Housui, don't mess around!"

Zuo Zhengyang shouted anxiously in his heart, and jumped off the wooden stake. What he was worried about was that Xiahou Suiruo really challenged the scholar over there, and he might not know how he lost, and even his energy for practicing martial arts would be lost by then. If he is completely clean, his martial arts will be useless.

However, when his words spread to other people's ears, it has another meaning: he is not good at martial arts, so please don't mess around.

People from all corners of the world laughed and laughed, and many people crowded Xia Housui in the crowd to go up again.

"He also uses a sword, Xiahou. If you lose a game, you have to find a game to save face!"

"That's right, if you don't dare, how can you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future!"

"Don't listen to Hero Zuo, that scholar doesn't look too bad, he's an evenly matched opponent."

With the noisy sound, Xia Housui squeezed the scabbard tightly, glanced at Zuo Zhengyang over there, and then looked at the scholar who was still immersed in painting and didn't show his opinion at all.

'Even if you can't win, if you spread the word, you will fight with one against two, and your reputation will be preserved. '

Thinking about gains and losses, he gritted his teeth and pushed away the person in front, then walked back, drew out his broad sword and pointed at the painting scholar over there.

"Xiahou Sui was discouraged by defeat and wanted to teach me again. That brother over there, would you like to come down and fight?"

Zuo Zhengyang frowned, sighed and turned his face away, looked at Lu Liangsheng, the latter seemed not to hear, the pen and ink were still wandering in his hands, at this time the whole picture of the mansion was drawn, and the surrounding residential buildings were also vaguely outlined Outline.

"Brother over there, would you like to come down and fight a certain one?!"

Chapter 3 God doesn't care, I care!

"Dare to come!"

Xia Housui yelled again, and the Jianghu people standing around Lu Liangsheng retreated one by one, and someone shouted at the painting figure: "I'm calling you." "Say something, how dare you?!"

Seeing that there was no response yet, many people laughed.

"This scholar, it's not like he's really fancy but not useful." "Hanging a good sword as a pendant."

"Will it scare him?"

"Hey, Zuo Daxia, is the helper you brought a deaf person? Hahaha——"

......

The old donkey glanced at the laughing and boisterous people around him, breathed heavily, and neighed loudly, as if mocking them. Inside the bookshelf, Daoist Toad was sitting behind the small door with his flippers in his arms, looking through the gap. The person outside, with bulging veins, opened his mouth slightly, and the sticky saliva slid down the gap to his chin.

"Dare to say, apprentice, I really want to eat you..."

At this time, Lu Liangsheng looked at the government offices, dark clouds, and thunder light on the painting, flicked the ink, and put the brush on. He saw movement around him, thinking that he was about to play, but Lu Liangsheng sealed the pen as if In his sleeve, he stretched out his hand to pull the scroll and walked out.

A group of people in front stared at him, and slowly moved out of the way. Someone with sharp eyes saw the painting on the swinging drawing paper, and was a little puzzled.

"Why does it look familiar?"

More, still yelling behind.

"Don't go!" "Xia Housui, he's leaving, don't chase him!"

"The scholar stays behind, just make gestures, don't go!"

"Follow and see where he wants to go!"

Hundreds of people swarmed up, followed the scholar in front for more than ten steps, and when he was about to reach the nearby street, a thunder came down, and the blue and white lightning flashed people's eyes. I have to hold my head and run to hide under the eaves.

Xia Housui was among the group of people from the rivers and lakes who rushed to the street, and his sight became clear again, but the scholar in front of him was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, where is the person?" "Could it be that he ran away?"

"On top!"

One after another, they raised their gazes and followed the direction pointed by the person. The scholar from before was standing on the roof of the building not far away with a picture scroll, stepping on the blue tiles and standing with his hands behind his back.

Rumble!

The thunder rolled over his head, Lu Liangsheng looked at the cloud, turned his eyes away, and looked at the mansion a few streets away, he could vaguely see the outline of the mansion gate and the courtyard wall, and the wind blew, and the hair was stroking on both sides.

Slowly raising his hand, he spread out the scroll in his hand, and among the gloomy clouds, the electric light began to be frequent, and electric snakes intertwined and fled, and he closed his eyes slightly.

The words of Li Yishu and the cell boss rang in his ears again.

'... Divorcing a wife is not good, so I had to kill my wife, and Li Yishu acted as a scapegoat. '

'Climb to a high branch and want to marry the governor's daughter! '

'I beg two bad men, and give me two days' grace to benefit the book, and there are still patients waiting for me. '

'...I didn't think about revenge. I still have a wife and a patient at home waiting for me to go back, so I can't delay. '