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"On the ninth day of next month, Gan Yi will hold a banquet at the residence, you and I will go together."

Yijing handed the invitation to Changming, and only said one sentence, but when Changming heard the word "Xiangfu", the past came to his mind, and he felt goosebumps all over the place.

Yijing waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, nothing will happen, this time it's a big banquet with guests, and it's still in front of my house, I'm afraid Gu Xiaowu will also come, even if she's just a fifth-rank Yuanwailang. "

"Then the officer..."

Yijing seemed to think of something, and said to him: "Gan Yi seems to like you very much, do you feel distressed and want to get rid of it?"

"Think!" Chang Ming replied without thinking.

"That's good," Yi Jing nodded, "Bring your weapon, you will know."

I'm afraid that if you use up the words like bustle and bustle, you can't describe the excitement of the prime minister's mansion now.The servants on both sides were busy escorting the dignitaries and dignitaries, and there was a jam in the traffic for a long time. Finally, everyone couldn't take it anymore, jumped out of the chariot, and walked shoulder to shoulder, wishing to smash the outer wall of the prime minister's mansion.

In this crowd of people, Chang Ming saw Gu Xiaowu from a distance, her figure was vague and vague, but she was obviously thinner and haggard, and she couldn't greet him as well, so she walked away conveniently.

It was not easy for the host and guest to sit down and drink for three rounds.

Gan Yi said with great interest: "I have always heard that Commander Huacishu is good at the melody of the qin, and I have admired the truth for a long time. Today, the house is full of guests. Would you dare to ask the commander to play the qin to help you enjoy yourself?"

Huacishu raised his glass to the direction of the chairman and said with a smile: "The sound of the mountains and the wild is so dumb and mocking. It is hard to say how happy I am to be appreciated by the adults. I dare to ask you to borrow the piano."

Gan Yi immediately clapped her palms and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, the truth is that I ordered someone to fetch the piano!"

Someone at the guest table also made a fuss, and Yijing immediately recognized him as Gan Yi's brother, named Gan Biao, who was then Minister of the Ministry of Industry, so he was hesitant and winked at Chang Ming.

"I've always heard that the commander of the Seventh Battalion of the Ningwu Army is good at using horizontal knives. He seems to have the power to overwhelm the dead and destroy mountains and seas. There is only piano music, no sword dance, so he is not interested. He dared to ask the commander of the Seventh Battalion to dance."

Before Chang Ming got up to answer, Huacishu said: "Master Shangshu, since ancient times, there has only been one talk about swords, guts, and zithers. Why do zithers dance with swords? Why don't you find someone who is good at using swords?"

Gan Yi laughed and said: "No need, the commander of the Seventh Battalion is young and talented, since the commanders of Ningwu can be promoted exceptionally, why should we stick to the old saying?"

Huacishu was at a loss for words for a while, but Chang Ming had already stood up and saluted, and said to Gan Yi: "I am an official practicing martial arts, and a countryman, although I dare not say that it is unmatched in the past and present, I dare to say that it is second to none in the world, but the sword dance is not dare to do it." It's embarrassing, firstly, it disturbs the music of Commander Hua, and secondly, it disturbs Xiangye's elegance."

Gan Yi was speechless for a moment, there was a dead silence on the left and right sides of the guest table, and then discussions erupted one after another.

But Yijing just drank tea lightly, and Gu Xiaowu waved to Changming busyly from a distance, even though he was very anxious, he didn't want to show it.

"Zhu Zi's remarks are exaggerated." Some guests couldn't help but stand up, and they wanted to make gestures with Chang Ming.

Chang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fighting is much better than dancing.

So a good dinner party turned into a martial arts meeting for no reason, Gan Biao's teeth itched with hatred, but Gan Yi didn't show any expression, she just said that her courtyard can be used as a venue, and guests are invited to move.

Yijing glanced at Gan Yi, he still had that interested look.

After saluting each other, the two sides backed away. Before Chang Ming could draw out his horizontal knife to prepare for the battle, the military officer had already charged forward with a sledgehammer in his hands. He was trembling, but seeing Chang Ming's eyes sinking, it could be seen that he flashed lightly to the side. The military officer raised his hammer, and it was too late to retreat in time. Suddenly feeling dizzy and dizzy, he fell heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He raised his head from the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, took a deep breath of cold air, and realized that his knee was in severe pain. It must have been that Chang Ming hit his leg with a scabbard when he was not prepared. It's not easy to take it back, but this time his long inscription made him stagger cleanly.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers cheered belatedly, and Gan Yi also raised her eyebrows.

The people who were originally whispering became eager to try this time, another tall and thin man stood out from the crowd, flashed his mace smartly, and said: "I also ask the Seventh Battalion Commander to give me some advice."

Chang Ming was very embarrassed to feel the aura of the legendary rivers and lakes. He lowered his head and looked at the double mace in his hand. At first, he estimated that it would not be a problem to have a weight of more than thirty catties, let alone two horizontal maces, one long and one short. Knife, even if you are wearing iron armor and fully armed, if you get hit by him with a mace, you are afraid that your internal organs will bleed.

The two immediately confronted each other. The man's left hand swiped the mace towards Chang Ming's right hand. Chang Ming turned around and looked around, with the center of gravity on his left foot. Before he could stand still, he saw the man's right hand holding The mace swept towards Chang Ming's back, without any intention of reducing its momentum, as if it wanted to beat Chang Ming's back to a broken bone.

Hua Cishu glanced at Chang Ming's feet, and saw that his left foot was not stable, so he should use his strength to dodge towards the right side in time, and then use the knife after dodging.

But the fight ended unexpectedly.

Chang Ming did not dodge, but took a step out with his right foot, shifted his weight, and at the same time swung the knife with his right hand towards the humerus of the man's left hand, while his left hand drew out the short knife backhand from behind his waist. Instead of dodging the sweep, he held the short knife towards the man. The man struck at the wrist.

Huacishu heard the screams from the others behind him, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

This is simply a life-and-death fight. If Changming is too late, he will be beaten to death with a mace. If he is lucky, the man will have his hands cut off.

I have never seen such a life and death struggle.

Standing in the crowd, Yijing saw Chang Ming's cold and quiet eyes, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The man didn't see clearly that Changming's swords were coming down, but he suddenly realized that his hands seemed to be frozen, and trembling involuntarily came from the depths of his eyes, and the light of the crescent moon was reflected in front of his eyes, as if someone had seen through the bitter wind and rain at a glance, and the atmosphere was majestic. Write down the ending.

When he reacted, he had already stepped back a few steps, and the double mace was inserted backwards on the ground.

You Zhouxian beside Huacishu couldn't help but sigh: "The proud son of heaven, a talent who is not born in the world, whether it is agility or speed, I am afraid it is second to none."

Huacishu also nodded with an expression on his face.

There is no need to watch more fights by Chang Ming. Many people also understand that he is not self-effacing, but just picking up his own pride.The so-called fighting with life refers to the calmness and unaffected cleanliness of experiencing life and death on the battlefield. Maybe the man may not lose if the battle continues just now, but when facing the fear of life hanging by a thread, he has already done it for himself. Abandoned weapons.

Perhaps as Chang Ming himself said, he doesn't know the luxury and elegance of the sword dance, but only knows how to control the enemy with one move of the cold blade.

At present, the military officials are full of applause, but the civilian officials don't know why.

Gan Biao scolded with a look of disdain: "This is nothing. It's over after three times, five times and two divisions. There's nothing to see."

"Shut up!" Gan Yi scolded without looking back, Gan Biao immediately fell silent, and when he raised his head again, Gan Yi's eyes were filled with murderous intent, why did he laugh at Yan Yan every day.

Yijing glanced at Gan Yi, turned his head lightly, and moved his head towards Chang Ming.

A few more people stepped forward to challenge, but they were defeated early in less than ten moves, so that the whole audience was in an uproar.

On the one hand, some good people fanned the flames and asked Huacishu: "Commander Hua, do you intend to go forward and fight?"

Huacishu quickly waved his hands and said: "The lower officials are old, so they won't participate anymore. What's more, the lower officials are good at leading troops in battle, not superior martial arts."

As if responding to his words, Chang Ming saluted him from a distance, without any embarrassment on his face.

Huacishu responded with a smile, but his heart felt different. The atmosphere was delicate for a while, Gan Biao hurriedly came out and said: "Commander Hua has been on the battlefield for more than [-] years. Left and right, if the army commander does not give up, I am willing to be a matchmaker, how about it?"

Li Changming raised his eyes and saw that the Huacishu no longer had the lofty majesty and approachable kindness, but was replaced by a bitter and unspeakable expression. His eyes were silent, and he said lightly: "Thank you, Lord Shangshu, for your kindness. People have already passed away, and there is no intention to promise again."

This time it was even more embarrassing, the audience was dead silent, and Chang Ming didn't know what to say. He subconsciously looked at Yijing, but saw that the commander of the army also bowed his head in silence, and Chang Ming seemed to feel mourning.

Gan Yi just waved her hand and said, "My brother is rude, don't blame Commander Hua. Summer is coming, there are a lot of mosquitoes, please go back to the banquet hall together."

Gan Biao was speechless.

After leaving the prime minister's mansion, Yijing ordered Wen to go back to the posthouse with Changming in a chariot and horse, saying that he had other matters, but Changming didn't ask any more questions, so he saluted and left.

The sky steps are as cool as water at night. When the surroundings were silent, Yijing walked up the bridge step by step and counted fourteen steps inadvertently. In spring and summer, the white dew has not stopped. Maybe the blade is full of dew, so it is more beautiful at night. Seemingly unpredictable, Yijing looked down and found that his neck was trembling slightly, as if the blood couldn't wait to break through his flesh and attached to the sword.

The man was behind him, without saying a word, Yijing continued to look forward, and Youyou said: "Is this sword still usable?"

"Cutting iron like mud, light and heavy, hidden sharpness, it is made by a skilled craftsman, so the birthday gift for father is just for me, right?"

"Yes, I heard that your second brother Xing Chao is good at using guns. This sword will definitely be delivered to you. Can you get along well with Xing Chao?"

"I didn't come here to reminisce about the past!" Xing Cheng moved the long sword an inch closer to Yijing's neck, and saw a strand of hair fluttering gently in the wind, "Why did you do this! He only knows how to be intoxicated in martial arts, not at all. Understand these intrigues..."

"How can a person who only knows how to be intoxicated in martial arts take up the post of battalion commander?" Yijing interrupted decisively, "Since you said 'intrigue', then you should know that someone is destined to die."

"Then it should be him?" Xing Sheng asked hoarsely.

"Three years ago, he also asked me, could it only be you?" Yijing sighed softly.

Seeing that the blade moved, it finally slipped slowly from Yijing's shoulder.

"I won't say anymore, don't be sad."

Yijing was taken aback for a moment, turned around to look at him, just smiled wryly, but didn't know what to say.

Xing Sheng continued: "Next year, if I can't be assigned to the seventh battalion, I won't let you go."

"I will not tolerate you being separated from other troops." Yijing watched him stand with a sword, standing proudly like a pine and cypress in the cold wind. Although he had a thousand words, he couldn't say a single word, so he had to take out a blueprint from his arms , handed it to Xingcheng, "Take this and hurry to Yecheng. In the alleys of the west city, there is a man named Jiang Qiao. Say my name and let him make this knife."

Hearing what he said, Xing Cheng didn't dare to be negligent, took the blueprint and said, "I'll leave tomorrow."

Yi Jing nodded, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Do you still get along well with the second young master?"

Xing Cheng thought for a while, and said, "It's just a small fight, it's okay."

He watched the flowing water passing by under the bridge, and heard the clear sound of ding-dong. Farther away, it seemed that someone was playing a qin music, which was melodious and mournful.

Chang Ming opened the window, facing the night wind into his arms, and the piano music wafted in, and he was also dumbfounded when he heard it.

Wen Ji said: "I am fortunate to have heard Commander Hua play the piano a few times. This is really like his piano music."

"I can't understand the rhythm, but the listener is sad...the hearer weeps."

Chang Ming remembered his name, the most unretainable in the world, Zhu Yancijinghuacishu.

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