Meng 49 sword

When Shen Qingya's younger brother left the Chanhualou in a hurry, a middle-aged fat man with a friendly face and two mustaches just pushed open the door of Granny Zhu's house.The fat on his body trembled three times as he walked, but his hands were extremely stable, and the soup in the food box did not spill at all.

When he was about to reach the door of the back room, he stopped and straightened his clothes, exhaled, raised his eyebrows, bravely pushed the door open, and said in a cheerful voice with unspeakable flattery, "Auntie, I'm here to see you!"

Inside the Lion House, the atmosphere has become increasingly tense.

Several people came to Meng Qiqi's table, although they were respectful on their faces, they did not retreat an inch in their words.One person said: "Senior Meng just said that as long as you beat the disciples of the Gushan Jiange, you can compete with you. The senior really kept his word and waited for the junior in the Lion Tower. The junior was not very grateful. I don't know how the master wants to compete?"

Meng Qiqi knew that Shen Qingya might not be able to arrive in time, but she was not flustered.He is Gushan's Junior Martial Uncle, even if the monks wanted to ask him for advice, they would not be so anxious at the beginning, there must be someone behind the scenes to fuel the flames.

Who can have this ability?It was nothing more than the Wang family or Beidoumen that Meng Qiqi had offended just now, and these two families had reached some ulterior agreement secretly, they were already venting their anger from the same nostril, so they could be counted as a family for the time being.

After all, the Wang family is an aristocratic family with a profound heritage, and it is difficult to gain benefits in its territory.

Although Meng Qiqi was sitting, she did not take off the fence.He poured the wine on his own, his eyes stayed on the light blue liquid, and said: "How many of you have defeated my master nephew?"

Hearing this, several people were slightly stunned.Immediately another person said: "No, it's just that Brother Chen left beforehand, and it's enough to say that he has beaten some of his younger brothers and sisters."

"Da." Meng Qiqi's wine glass tapped gently on the table, making a crisp sound.With a low tone, he said: "Master nephew, is there such a thing?"

"Return to my junior uncle, there is indeed such a thing."

Meng Qiqi looked back, "Master uncle entrusted this matter to you, but you shirked it on several juniors and juniors. When did Jiange teach you to behave like this?"

Chen Boyan stood behind Meng Qiqi, and the two were unusually close.It was easy for him to see Meng Qiqi's extremely bright and playful eyes behind the white gauze.This little uncle seemed to be playing some kind of game with him again, so the majesty and reprimand in his words became unreal.

Chen Boyan lowered his head to hide the brilliance in his eyes, and replied respectfully: "It's my nephew's fault."

Several people facing each other, including the crowd of onlookers, all looked at each other in blank dismay.

One person hurriedly explained that this was not Chen Boyan's fault, it was the result of everyone's agreement, but Meng Qiqi cut off his words with a cold glance, "Everyone, this is my Jiange's internal affairs, please do not interfere."

Well, outsiders were indeed a lot of talkative when they taught their nephew a lesson, and Meng Qiqi was indeed not informed of this matter in advance.But what Chen Boyan said next made them dumbfounded.

"Don't blame my uncle, my nephew is willing to make up for my mistakes." While speaking, Chen Boyan walked out from behind Meng Qiqi, cupped his hands towards the crowd and said, "Everyone, I was the one who made the assertion before, which is really inappropriate. I wish to represent my junior uncle Ask everyone for advice."

"Wait!" A black-clothed cultivator was stunned. Their initial target was Meng Qiqi, but they were thrown to Chen Boyan first, and then Chen Boyan threw him to his juniors and sisters. It was hard to pass the test. , and was finally pushed to Chen Boyan by Meng Qiqi's few words, how could this work!

Especially him, he was one of the few people Chen Boyan defeated in the first place, and he lost.Later, he competed with Tu Youqiong and narrowly won.If he went back and fought Chen Boyan again, what if he was thrown to other brothers again?

Then wouldn't he have to fight the disciples of Gushan Jiange one by one to get to Meng Qiqi?

No no no, this will not work!

The black-clothed friar said urgently: "Meng Xiu, we agreed that we can compete with you after a round of fighting, you can't play tricks!"

The rest of the people agreed one after another, and there was also a joking voice from the second floor, "Yes, Meng Xiu, how dare you play tricks like this, isn't it just a fight, are you afraid?"

Meng Qiqi looked up, and saw a monk lying on the railing, out of shape.With a bald head, he is not a monk from Futu Temple, he must be a casual cultivator.

"Your Excellency?" Meng Qiqi asked.

"I'm Yin Wuhua." The bald man raised his eyebrows.

The twelve guests from the South Island, Meng Qiqi recited silently in his heart.There are many scattered cultivators in the Nanzhou Islands, 12 of them have outstanding cultivation bases, and because of a chance meeting, they married Jinlan, so they were dubbed the "Twelve Guests of the South Island" by the immortals.It's just that these 12 people work independently most of the time, and they can't be regarded as a sect.

It's just that Meng Qiqi clearly remembered that none of these 12 people was bald.

"Please excuse Meng's blindness, I didn't recognize it for a while." Meng Qiqi's gaze flitted over Yin Wuhua's head pointingly. When I flipped over the railing, I proudly jumped downstairs and said: "Last month I lost a bet with someone, so I had to shave my head. Fortunately, I, Yin Wuhua, am a rough person, and I am not as particular about appearance as you young people." dignified……"

As Yin Wuhua was talking, a sharp light flashed at the end of his eyes, and he suddenly attacked Meng Qiqi.

The five fingers of the rough palm stretched out like eagle claws and grabbed Meng Qiqi face to face.The attack came suddenly, but fortunately Meng Qiqi never let go of his guard against strangers, he kicked hard on the table leg with his right foot, and the bench moved back.Meng Qiqi still sat upright on it, calmly grabbed the bamboo chopsticks on the table, and threw them out like a sword.

When the bamboo chopsticks stabbed at Yin Wuhua's eyes, Yin Wuhua's palm just happened to blow away the white veil in front of Meng Qiqi.

The four were in an uproar, no one expected that Yin Wuhua would suddenly attack.

Yin Wuhua looked at the bamboo chopsticks rushing towards him, his pupils shrunk, but the smile on his mouth widened.He stopped shouting, retracted his right hand and punched his left hand, trying to avoid it, and smashed the chopsticks into pieces before they caught the bamboo chopsticks in his eyes.

He was so fierce that everyone could not wait to applaud him.

"Crack, crack." The applause sounded, but Meng Qiqi praised the "rival" with a smile that was not a smile, "Good punching skills. The punch is strong, and the bamboo chopsticks have been shattered before reaching the body. Only used [-]% of the force?"

Yin Wuhua looked up and down at the unscathed and calm Meng Qiqi, the two looked at each other, and the invisible aura began to crush each other, causing the wine glasses on the table to tremble.

Only at this moment did everyone realize that Meng Qiqi kicked on the table leg just now, not only did he avoid Yin Wuhua's fist unscathed, he didn't even spill a drop of wine in his glass.Youdao sees the truth in the details. Although Meng Qiqi only showed a small hand, he really cannot be underestimated.

He held his breath and focused his eyes on Meng Qiqi and Yin Wuhua, no one dared to disturb them.Because not only did they feel the surging coercion emanating from the contest between the two, but they also hoped to see the final result.

Is it Meng Qiqisheng?Or was Meng Qiqi defeated?

Everyone was waiting for a result, but the escaping coercion came and went quickly, disappearing like a tide in the blink of an eye.Yin Wuhua stroked his big bald head and laughed heartily, "As expected of Gushan's junior uncle, happy!"

Meng Qiqi nodded, "To each other."

The monks were dumbfounded, and even the waiter in the shop who joined in the fun couldn't enjoy watching it.So who actually wins?Could it be Meng Qiqi?But Yin Wuhua didn't look like he was defeated!

Everyone wanted to find a result, but Meng Qiqi spoke first, "I, Gushan Jiange, have never broken my promise. Since the master nephew said that he would take me to battle, then his victory will be counted as my victory, and Meng will never deny it." .”

etc!The black-clothed monk subconsciously wanted to refute again, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he had nothing to say.Was Meng Qiqi wrong?Seems right.But wasn't Meng Qiqi the one they wanted to challenge? No matter how they went around, they were still fighting Chen Boyan! ?

Just at this time, several monks rushed into the Lion Tower and announced a shocking news, "The palace is flooded!"

"Walking water?!" There were many Wang's children present in the Lion Tower, and they ran out in shock when they heard the news.The rest of the cultivators thought that Meng Qiqi was still here and didn't want to miss the opportunity, but they still left for a while.

Meng Qiqi calmed down a bit, Xiao Yu'er was a good guy, and never let Master down.

At the same time, Shen Qingya's younger brother rushed to the Lion House.He didn't know the specific situation in the building, and just about to follow his senior brother's orders, his gaze met Meng Qiqi.

Meng Qiqi shook his head veiledly at him, the situation had stabilized for the time being, Shen Qingya's backup could be left for the next time.The man was stunned for a moment before he understood, and walked into the Lion House calmly, without causing much disturbance.

On the other side, Wang Ziqian, who was staying in Chanhualou for advice, hurried back after receiving news from home.Shen Qingya was worried about Meng Qiqi's situation, so she set off immediately after he left.

However, just as Shen Qingya walked out of the Chanhualou, she was stopped by someone.When he turned his head, he saw an old man wearing a hat and fishing by the lake, who was the predecessor of Tianmu Mountain?

"Uncle Master." Shen Qingya went over to salute respectfully.

The coir hatman stroked his gray beard and swung his fishing rod leisurely, saying: "Qingya, sit down with me and go fishing for a while."

Shen Qingya's heart sank slightly, did Master Uncle discover something, that's why he suddenly asked him to come over to fish?But when he was in Tianzhu Mountain, he also accompanied him to fish in the cold pool, so...

"Uncle, Qingya still has something to do and wants to go to the city." Shen Qingya said.

"Qingya, although our Tianmu Mountain is not asking you young people to really become hermits who have no desires and desires, we don't want you to get involved in some disputes prematurely. Your little friend is still young, There is a lot of time to squander, but I am getting old, don't you stay and accompany me to fish for a while?"

The man with hat was like an ordinary fishing old man, there was no intimidation in his speech, and his voice was old and natural.But Shen Qingya dared to disobey the wishes of the elders, so he could only smile wryly in his heart, and said: "Qingya knows."

At this moment, Wang Ziqian had already rushed to the palace, looking at a blackened corner and the people who kept crowding over to watch the excitement, Wang Ziqian's eyes turned cold.

Of course, what really made him unhappy was not these spectators, but Yao Guan and the disciples of the Five Marquis Mansion who blocked the door with a mighty 30 people.

"My lord, what should we do?" The subordinate looked at the situation at the gate with some concern. The gate was blocked and they couldn't get in.

Wang Ziqian shook his head, he had deliberately kept a distance and did not go there, if he showed up at this moment, Yao Guan would definitely catch him and make a fuss about it.It's just that he couldn't figure it out, Jin Man just broke up with their Wang family yesterday, who gave the Wuhou House the courage to come to make trouble today.

Wang Ziqian backed away silently, watching the changes.

He didn't know that Xiao Yu'er, who had finished setting fire and inspected the results, was hiding not far from him, and the moment she saw him, her one eye lit up.

After a while, the head of the Wang family, Wang Changlin, came out with the crowd. All the members of the Wang family were full of anger.

The Wuhou Mansion insisted that it was the third elder of the Wang family, Wuyan Taoist, who caused Jin Man's disappearance, and asked the Wang family for someone.However, the Wang family suspected that the Wuhou Mansion was related to the arson case, with ulterior motives.

"Wuyan Taoist has committed a heinous crime. Your Wang family took in this kind of immortal cancer, and even let him sit on the position of elder. If you don't give us an explanation today, what face do you have to hold the immortal assembly!"

"How can my royal family's millennium reputation allow you to slander it!"

"The majestic Wuhou Mansion actually sent people to set fire and spit blood on people, do you really think we are easy to bully!?"

The scene is chaotic, it is really chaotic.

Wang Changlin's elegant demeanor could hardly be maintained, but Yao Guan's perverted arrogance was getting stronger and stronger.The two sides are deadlocked, and it is impossible for anyone to back down at this juncture.

Meng Qiqi who received the news was still drinking tea in the Lion House, and he sat in that position from the beginning to the end, and no one could make him move.At this moment, he is still leisurely skimming the tea foam with the tea lid, no one can see through the white gauze Gushan's young master's relaxed expression.nobody.

Chen Boyan stood in front of the table with his sword in his hand, waiting for the challenger, but Yin Wuhua seemed to know Meng Qiqi, sat down at Meng Qiqi's table, and ordered a jar of fine bamboo leaf green with a loud voice.

The challenger did not come forward for a long time, no one wanted to fight with Chen Boyan again, and the situation of the Wang family at this time was also worrying.If they offend Gushan Jiange, what if something happens to the Wang family?

Jiang Xing, who had been sitting on the second floor looking at everything, raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, his eyes were dark and inexplicable.He had a good way to kill Meng Qiqi's arrogance in his heart, that is to send the juniors to challenge Chen Boyan, one by one, until Chen Boyan lost his strength.

But Chen Boyan is almost unmatched among the younger generation. If he really wins all the way, I'm afraid...

Jiang Xing didn't dare to try, if he urged other sects to try, would they be fooled?While Jiang Xing was hesitating, a young monk about sixteen or seventeen years old who had been standing in the crowd stood out in front of Chen Boyan with apprehension, nervousness and anticipation. He cupped his hands loudly and said, "Xia Luo Yiyi is a small rogue cultivator on Wuming Mountain, 17 years old this year. I, my cultivation level is not high enough, and I don't expect to fight Senior Meng, but I hope to get some advice from Senior Brother Chen! I, I Be sure to fight hard, please teach Brother Chen!"

After finishing speaking, Luo Yiyi immediately bowed to Chen Boyan and made a big salute, and the slightly excited and trembling lingering sound was still lingering in everyone's ears.Seeing that his eyes did not seem to be fake, Meng Qiqi was startled, and suddenly sighed softly.

"If my little uncle is still here, I'm sure he would be more willing to compete with this young man than to compete with someone."

There were only a few sighs, but the emotions in it made all the monks suddenly recall one thing—this is the Immortal Contest, a grand event that gathers young and promising monks from all over the world to exhort to immortals.

Didn't the Lion Tower where they were at this time also left many beautiful stories during the Immortal Kowtow Conference?

A hundred years ago, Zhou Zi, the junior uncle of the Gushan Mountain, frightened everyone with his sword, and countless young monks gathered in the Lion Tower to drink [-] cups.Zhou Ziheng was so drunk that he even leaped to the top of the Lion Tower with his sword in hand. His drunken steps and long sword pointing to the sky all expressed the madness of this kendo genius.

At that time, the setting sun was shining at night, and the sunset was so smudged that the sky seemed to be drunk.The moment the blooming lotus blossoms poured into the clouds, the sword energy filled the sky like stars all over the sky, dazzling like fire, and falling like meteors.

Lianhua with one hundred and eight swords is a magnificent legend that no one can break.

The longing for the great beauty of swordsmanship in Xianmen has never stopped, which must be the result of countless sword lights colliding, and countless monks competing to move forward together with Kouxian.

The original intention of the discussion is here.

Chen Boyan stepped forward to show his solemnity, untied Wu Wang and held it in his hand, "Please."