The most powerful minister in the world

Black clouds turned over the ink without covering the mountains, and white rain jumped into the boat.

The ground wind blows the folds, and I look at the scholar downstairs at the lake.

The sky was dark and unclear, the lake was turbulent, and there was such a boat, and a scholar went deep into it at the risk of being torn to pieces.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the scholar, and they vaguely saw that he was soaked and couldn't even stand firmly.

He took out the gong, turned around, took out the gong and started banging it without saying a word. While banging, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hey! You swordsmen, don't delay my going to Kyoto to attend the Spring Festival. Get out of the way!!" !!!”

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The scholar looked frail, but his voice was surprisingly loud, covering up the sound of the rain and the sound of Zhang Wuyi and Ananda's fight.

Everyone looked like they had seen a ghost at this moment.

Jingxi's expression on the pavilion was dull, his mouth was slightly open, his eyelids were drooped, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Then I heard the scholar shouting at the top of his lungs: "Did you hear it? I'm going to attend the Spring Festival, I want to take the merit test, I want to be an official!!! No, you wait until I go over and enter the Qiantang River before fighting! Hey! !”

Jingxi finally couldn't help but turned around and looked at the equally dull people and said, "This... this scholar is stupid, right?"

"It doesn't matter whether Mr. Li is stupid or not. I'm afraid the world no longer wants to know whether Ananda or Zhang Wuyi won. They probably just want to know who the scholar who beats the gong and shouts is."

this......

How should I put it, the originally tense atmosphere was shattered by the constant sound of gongs and shouts.

Zhang Wuyi and Ananda separated. Ananda looked at the scholar with interest. Zhang Wuyi shook his sword in displeasure.

"Where did this stupid Qing come from? If I had completely retracted my sword energy for a while, everyone else would be gone."

Ananda smiled and said, "It seems we can't fight."

"I'm going to take the March Spring Festival Merit Examination. If I don't stop you, your level will plummet. It's really no fun, that's all."

Ananda flew back to the shore and sheathed his sword. He saw Jingxi on the pavilion from a distance and waved to him.

Zhang Wuyi also came to the shore, looked at where Ananda was waving and asked, "Is that the friend you mentioned who loves to enjoy the scenery in the pavilion?"

After a cup of tea, Ananda led Zhang Wuyi to the pavilion. After Zhang Wuyi saw Li Dongyang, he walked around and asked: "Why are you here? You have paid off the money?"

Li Dongyang grinned and waved his hands: "Not yet, I'm just making it happen."

Everyone was sitting in the hollow pavilion. Zhang Wuyi looked at the water curtain and said in surprise: "What a handsome girl, who is she from?"

Ananda whispered a few words in his ear. He looked at Jingxi and said, clasping his fists: "It turns out that it's the second young master of the Jing family who is in front of you. How can I say it?"

Jingxi smiled and said, "Hey, your body and bones are stronger than mine."

Ananda also smiled and said, "This guy is an admirer of Yan Lao. He has to visit him every time he goes to Kyoto. Haven't you seen him?"

Jingxi shook his head and looked at Zhang Wuyi, who was about to shout and kill, now quietly sipping tea. He looked completely different from the other person. He looked a bit older, but he was only in his early thirties, right?

"Does that mean this girl is a maid?" Zhang Wuyi asked suddenly without any clue.

Lian'er smiled and said, "Lian'er is the young master's personal maid."

Zhang Wuyi moved his body and whispered in Jingxi's ear: "Second Young Master, how much money can you give me, this maid?"

When Jingxi heard this, his face dropped. Zhang Wuyi waved his hand and said, "Second Young Master, don't get me wrong. This girl is born with a sword. It would be a pity not to practice swordsmanship. I want to accept her as my apprentice."

"Hahaha," Jingxi held the teacup in his hand and glanced at the curtain, "ask her yourself if she is willing."

Zhang Wuyi looked at Lian'er expectantly.

"Don't~"

"What?" Zhang Wuyi stood up in confusion, "How many people tried to get me to take them in, but I kicked them away. I, Zhang Wuyi, am also somewhat successful in swordsmanship. You really don't want to consider it?"

"Even if you have some success, Lian'er won't learn from you."

Zhang Wuyi sat down feebly. This was originally because he was pretending to be modest, but unexpectedly, he was rejected by this girl.

Jing Xi has known since he was a child that Yan'er was born with a sword. When Yan Sheng saw Yan'er as a little girl for the first time, his eyes suddenly shone, and he even directly asked Jing Lixiao for help.

But Lian'er pulled Yan Sheng's sleeve and blinked, "I just want to be the young master's maid and serve him all my life. I don't want to practice swordsmanship."

I remember one year, a swordsman passing by in Kyoto kidnapped Lian'er, causing Jingxi to have the black cavalry chase him for sixty miles before he could get him back.

Ananda smiled and said, "Are you stupid in practicing swordsmanship? Miss Lian'er is the second master's personal maid. How come Mr. Yan has never seen her before? If you really want to accept a disciple, it will be your turn?"

Zhang Wuyi slapped his head and cupped his fists and said, "I'm offended. That's right. Why didn't Mr. Yan accept it?"

Lian'er tilted his head and said, "No one can teach me how to practice."

Zhang Wuyi said in a rogue manner: "Miss Lian'er, you really don't think about it anymore. If you practice now before it's too late, you will definitely be better than him in the future."

Jingxi saw Ananda nodded and had no intention of retorting. He also looked at Lian'er with interest and said with a smile, "Lian'er, why don't you wait to return to Beijing and practice swordsmanship with Old Man Yan?"

"No, Lian'er is just going to be the young master's maid. Once you practice swordsmanship, you can't always be with the young master."

"Hey~" Zhang Wuyi twirled the teacup, "Isn't being a heroine better than being a maid?"

Lian'er angrily covered her ears and said, "If you don't want to listen, I won't listen. This bastard is reciting sutras, please~"

Jing Xi smiled and touched Lan'er's head, then turned to Zhang Wuyi and said, "My Lan'er has a bad temper, and no one can persuade her to do something right."

"Alas~ It's a pity that there hasn't been a famous female figure for many years." Zhang Wuyi glanced at Jingxi intentionally or unintentionally as he spoke, not knowing what it meant.

Ananda took up the conversation and asked, "How on earth did you know I'm here?"

"Hi~ Didn't you show off your skills at Crescent Bridge a while ago? Someone recognized you, and now everyone knows you are in Jiangnan."

Zhang Wuyi looked at the Liangquan Sword beside Ananda and continued: "What happened in the past three years that caused your level to plummet and your sword power to be no longer as sharp as before?"

"Xiang'er is sick."

With just four words, Zhang Wuyi first looked at Ananda without speaking, then patted his shoulder with some regret, stopped asking, and stood up to leave.

Jingxi said: "No fight?"

"It's boring. The life-and-death battle planned back then is over today. Ananda, I'm waiting for you to come back."

After saying that, Zhang Wuyi flew down, jumped a few times on the tiles and disappeared.

At this time, the sky split into two halves from the center, and a dazzling light penetrated from the gap in the middle. The rain stopped and the sky became clear.

A larger awning boat was sailing towards the Qiantang River. Jingxi looked at the scholar on the boat and muttered something strange, then he thought for a moment and exclaimed: "I'll go, I really forgot about Chunwei." , quickly, call me Yang Hu and Li Cheng!"