The heavens preach

At the poetry meeting.

Zhu Yi looked at the papers and poems in front of him, sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, approving in his heart.

"There are still some people with real talents and real learning in the Luoyang literary world. It's hard to choose the number one poet."

Behind it, stood two stunningly beautiful women, who were his two confidante friends.

One was wearing a red dress, with a plump figure, snow-like skin, and autumn-like pupils. He looked at Zhu Yi with affectionate eyes, and he had the ladylike temperament of a royal family.

The other elf is cute, but obediently helping Zhu Yi add incense and pour tea.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, an old man eagerly broke into the poetry club.

"Young master, there is something to do!"

he shouted loudly.

Immediately, other people in the poetry club looked sideways:

"Isn't that Mr. Cheng from Mr. Zhu Yi's family? Why are you so flustered?"

Everyone is very surprised.

Old Master Zhu's family has always had strict family education. Even an old man should be overwhelmed by the edification of Taishan and not change his face, but such an attitude obviously shows that something big is going on.

Hearing this, Zhu Yi raised his eyes slightly, and his voice was as gentle as jade:

"what's up?"

His voice is slow and orderly, as if he can be calm no matter what happens, he has a very high level of self-cultivation.

The old man approached and whispered in his ear:

"The young Taoist guarding the precious sword in Mr. Zhou's mansion is coming here, and he still has that sword with him."

"Oh?"

Zhu Yi smiled slightly, and said:

"Do you know why?"

The old man replied:

"I don't know yet, but it should be aimed at the young master."

Ever since the old man broke in.

All the young scholars at the poetry meeting fell silent, looking at Zhu Yi curiously and carefully.

In addition, the two people did not shy away from speaking.

"The real person in Zhou Fu Yin's house?"

"Thick back knife!"

"The young real man guarding the thick-backed saber, has he brought that saber to look for Mr. Zhu?"

Immediately, all the people in the poetry meeting who had heard the news began to whisper in low voices, with surprise in their tone.

Not all the scholars gathered here today, there are many young people who also have cultivation bases.

They are all disciples of wealthy families, how could they not practice martial arts? Moreover, these people are all local young literati in Luoyang. How could they not have heard of the recent thick-backed sword and "immortal-level martial arts" that made Luoyang city full of storms? .

"It stands to reason that Mr. Zhu has the inheritance of Old Master Zhu and Zhou Daru, so there is no need to covet another book of immortal-level martial arts, but he still came here. In fact, I can't figure it out."

When many young people talked silently at the poetry meeting.

Zhu Yi smiled slowly and said:

"Since there are guests coming, how can we not greet them?"

Zhu Yi had already stepped up from between the desks, and slightly cupped his hands to the others:

"Go out for a while, excuse me for a moment."

With that said, he walked out the door.

And when he temporarily leaves the seat, the others can also sit down.

Coupled with the identity of the Taoist, it is not easy.

"It is said that the real Chen Xixiang enshrined by Zhou Fu Yin as the real guest Qing is not very old, but the old masters such as Quanzhen teaching Wang Chuyi are not his opponents."

"More than that, it is said that even Duan Yulou of the Dali royal family was suppressed by this young real person and imprisoned in Luoyang Prison."

"Now is he taking the initiative?"

Everyone was shocked by Chen Xixiang's move.

That thick-backed saber, it's too late for others to guard it and dare not leave it.

The young Taoist actually took it out on his own initiative, and even went directly to Mr. Zhu Yi, one of the three young masters gathered in Luoyang.

What is the purpose.

Everyone is curious.

Zhu Yi walked out of the poetry meeting, came to the street, and saw a young Taoist figure walking slowly on the street from a distance.

It is tens of feet away.

Zhu Yi had already seen Chen Xixiang's appearance clearly.

The complexion of this Taoist is like crystal, with fair skin, a dark Taoist robe, and a tall figure.

"I can't see the depth of his cultivation?"

An inexplicable color flashed in Zhu Yi's eyes.

With Zhu Yi's eyesight and knowledge, even if a celestial master with perfect acupoints stood in front of him, it would be impossible for him not to leak any aura.

But Chen Xixiang who was walking towards him.

Unexpectedly, under his gaze, he didn't reveal half of his breath, even if Zhu Yi felt that he had closed his eyes, he would not feel the existence of this Taoist at all.

"Mysterious! Powerful!"

This was Zhu Yi's first perception of Chen Xixiang, and he said to himself:

"This person is not simple, no wonder Wang Chuyi and Duan Yulou were defeated by him one after another."

Wang Chuyi and Duan Yulou are both peak masters of the first level of innate masters. Either of them came from the holy land of martial arts, and they are not cats or dogs, but they were defeated by Chen Xixiang on the same day, and they seemed to be defeated easily. .

This aspect shows that Chen Xixiang's strength has far surpassed that of a congenital master.

Possessing the strength that can easily crush the masters of the same realm, the realm may not be known, but the combat power is definitely at the level of a grand master.

Zhu Yi can do this too.

Therefore, when he saw Chen Xixiang approaching step by step, his eyes remained calm.

Until Chen Xixiang approached three feet.

Zhu Yi had a gentle smile on his face:

"Your Excellency is the real Chen Xixiang?"

Chen Xixiang stood still.

Zhu Yi couldn't see through Chen Xixiang's cultivation, but Chen Xixiang could see Zhu Yi clearly.

From a long distance, he saw the aura of splendid articles rushing out of Zhu Yi's body, which was actually not worse than the aura of leaders in the literary world such as Bao Zheng and Su Dongpo. What was lacking was only the precipitation of time.

Yes.

He didn't need to ask any more questions to confirm the identity of the person in front of him, he just smiled lightly and said:

"Today, the poor are only here for one thing."

Zhu Yi smiled back and said:

"Maybe let me take a guess. The real person is here to persuade me not to participate in the competition for the thick back knife?"

He opened his mouth.

The other people in the poetry club stared at the two of them, thinking in their hearts that it really was because of the knife.

Chen Xixiang hasn't spoken yet.

Zhu Yi smiled and said:

"To be honest, Zhu Yi really wanted to see the content of the immortal martial arts, but he also knew that because of this scripture, it has caused a lot of bloody storms in Luoyang City. This is really not what I want. In fact, It is very simple for me not to participate in that knife, I can provide two kinds of suggestions for real people to choose."

"One way, it's better for real people to hand over the thick-backed saber directly to my subordinates for safekeeping. I can assure you that after this saber is in my hands, no one will dare to find me to snatch it."

"The second one is also simple. If a real person has the cultivation and strength to convince me, I will leave Luoyang."

He opened his mouth.

Many people are surprised.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yi actually came here for that immortal martial arts book.

Didn't he already have his family's thirteen-level martial arts inheritance "Sage King's Qi Li Diagram" and another fairyland martial arts "Tai Chi True Qi", why would he want to compete for another fairy-level martial arts.

However, Chen Xixiang said with a smile:

"I know that you want to get rid of your father's influence and create your own classics and martial arts. If you want to do this, you must read hundreds of martial arts. This is indeed a good reason, but the two points you just said, That's not the reason why Pindao came to find you today..."

"Pindao came to you today just to give you the next invitation."

Chen Xixiang's words fell.

Wang Huwei, who was following Chen Xixiang, immediately stepped forward and took out a red bronzing invitation card.

"Ok?"

After Zhu Yi heard this, he couldn't help being slightly surprised.

After he accepted the invitation, the first moment he caught it, the light in his eyes couldn't help but change.

Immediately, he closed the invitation, chuckled and said:

"I didn't expect you, real person, to have the guts to hold another 'Luoyang Discussion of Swords' meeting in Luoyang, which is the same as the 'Huashan Discussion of Swords'. Do you know that even Wang Chongyang only invited some people from the martial arts world?" That's all, but the people haunting Luoyang City recently, besides me, are the descendants of the Heavenly Demon of the Kingdom of Jin and the descendants of the Heavenly Demon of Mongolia."

Many young people at the poetry meeting were shocked when they heard Zhu Yi tell the content of Chen Xixiang's invitation:

"what?"

"You actually want to hold the second Huashan Sword Discussion in Luoyang City?"

"He regards himself as Wang Chongyang Immortal?!"

"Not only that, even among the masters invited by Immortal Wang Chongyang back then, the most powerful ones are only the four innate masters, Dongxie, Xidu, Nandi, and Beibei."

That time in the Huashan Discussion of Swords, the peak strength of many masters was only the Grandmaster.

And this time.

Jin Jiuwu, Meng Zanglong, and Zhu Yi, which one is not the pride of a country, which one is not young, although his cultivation base is only a grandmaster, but his combat power is comparable to that of a grandmaster, and if they add their respective talents With a profound inheritance, even if a grand master fights against them, they may not be able to gain the upper hand.

If this is not the case, how can he beat the invincible opponents of his generation and be called the pride of a country.

In a country with a population of tens of millions, youths from all the major holy places are compared, and there is only one such person in each generation of youths. How can the evils of the past be compared.

Any one of the three will be like Wang Chongyang in the future.

Back then, Wang Chongyang was playing the Four Talents.

But today is equivalent to Chen Xixiang wanting to beat three young Wang Chongyang!

Chen Xixiang didn't express anything to Zhu Yi's words, his emotions remained calm, and he smiled faintly.

"I just hope that you will not be absent when the time comes."

Zhu Yi looked at the address on the sticker.

After seven days.

Luoyang White Horse Temple.

Suddenly at this moment.

A woman's voice, as cold as frost, rolled from the air like waves, shouting loudly:

"Bold, because you are worthy of daring to learn from me, Master Quanzhen, hold the Huashan Sword Discussion Meeting in Luoyang again!"