Someone always hinders my strategy

"This house is getting more and more deserted." Lu Qi swept the fallen leaves in the yard. In fact, there was nothing to sweep. The early winter has come, and the leaves are almost gone. He just got used to cleaning the yard these days. It will take a while Son Lu Qi can't change back either.

"Everyone has gone to the place where they should go, and this house is not the place where they should be kept." Wan Yao picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and got rid of the early winter chill.

Just a few days ago, Liu Yuan was brought back to the palace and named as the former princess. The truth behind the case was also found out through the information provided by Wentian.And because of the arrival of winter, Chu Zhan went back to guard the frontier, and Xie Jin also went back with him. As a result, many of their acquaintances in Beijing had left, and it was not common for Wentian to be seen often.

This house is indeed somewhat empty.

"Cousin, are you going back to the Misty Villa for the New Year this year?" Lu Qi looked at Wan Yan. In fact, it is still far away from the New Year's Eve, but the Misty Villa is too far away from the capital, and it would take several months for ordinary people to go back.

Wan Yao was taken aback for a moment, and after a long time, he mumbled: "Hmm..."

"Then you have to start preparing now?" Lu Qi was a little excited when he heard that, he was only a teenager, and he still hoped to go back during the Chinese New Year, just to visit his mother.

Wan Yao understood his thoughts, but said: "Let's pass some time."

Although Lu Qi was a little disappointed, he never refuted Wan Yi's decision, and just continued to sweep the floor in silence. According to his usual good personality, he was angry with Wan Yi.

Wan Yan has been with him for so long, how can he not understand his little thoughts, so he smiled and said: "Yunzhou City is our home, and we will go home after all."

Sure enough, when he heard that he was going home, Lu Xi nodded happily: "Okay."

In a few days, word spread that the Sword Tasting Conference was held, and many people in the Jianghu were attracted to come here. In addition, the martial arts competition held in the capital some time ago resulted in many people staying in the Jianghu. The momentum is extraordinarily huge.

The Sword Tasting Conference was originally held for swordsmen. Although it has more symbolic meaning, it has not been held for many years. This time, it has attracted many people from the world who use other weapons. Fortunately, today is not limited by the situation. With a wave, everyone is allowed to come and watch.

Although there were many visitors, the real swordsmen came to the stage. After all, it was held by the Holy Majesty, and it was also known as the Sword Tasting Conference, so they couldn't beat themselves in the face.

The Sword Tasting Competition is from the first day of November to the fifteenth day of November. Although the time is long, the daily competition is not long. After all, the Holy Majesty also intends to watch it, but he can't interfere with the early court, so there is only one daily competition. It's just that the multiple groups at the beginning are gradually reduced at the same time.

The first match was held on the first day of November, and many factions chose to let young juniors play for a try, while their group of "old people in the rivers and lakes" had some privileges, and they could only play on the tenth day of October. Wanjiao was also a member of Misty Villa The current owner of the villa was also assigned to the "Jianghu old people" and got the privilege of re-competition on the tenth day.

And with such a good opportunity, Wan Yan let Lu Xi play for a try, and it happened that the sword promised to Lu Xi had also been sent from the Misty Villa.

"If you can persist until the fifth day, I will give you the sword." Wan Yan made his request.

Although Lu Xi wanted the sword very much, he still remembered what Wan Yao said before. Now that Wan Yan made the request, he didn't say anything, but after all, he was a little curious and asked, "What's the name of the sword?" ?”

"No name." Wan Yan said, "The newly cast sword has not yet been named."

Lu Qi was stunned, he guessed something, but he couldn't believe it, he just suppressed the words that were about to spill out of his mouth, and said in a daze, "Okay."

ok what?what's good?Even Lu Xi himself didn't understand the meaning of what he said, he just felt that he was so happy at the moment that he couldn't believe it.

The newly forged sword, the sword given to him.

A name slowly formed in his mind.

On the first day of November, Lu Xi, who was playing for the first time, was holding the epee that Wan Yao temporarily gave him to practice in his hand, and he was rarely nervous.

He was obviously not so nervous when he went to Misty Mountain Villa, but now he is so nervous that his palms are sweating.

No, if this continues, you will lose your grip on the sword!

Thinking of this, Lu Xi no longer hesitated, and rushed forward. The opponent was obviously facing the enemy for the first time, and he was even more nervous than Lu Xi looked. With a wave of Lu Xi's epee, the opponent's sword was easily released from his hand.

This is also a common situation in today's martial arts. People from the Demon Sect have been hiding in the Dark Nightmare City in recent years. The young disciples of those sects do not get any actual combat training, and most of them fight against their brothers in the sect. And how can experienced brothers and sisters play hard?As a result, it led to a scene in which the martial arts were underrepresented. Most of the young disciples did not have any actual combat experience, and now they are not as good as one on the field.

But this time is indeed a good opportunity, many disciples have been tempered, and at the same time some outstanding disciples stand out.

Although Lu Qi performed well in the first game, it was not the most eye-catching.

"As expected of Ji Ming, the disciple of the number one swordsman Ji Tianlang, he has inherited his swordsmanship very well!" Lu Qi heard someone say this as soon as he returned to Wanjiao.

Most of the "elders in the rivers and lakes" around the place where Wan Yao sat were obviously arranged together specially, and although Ji Tianlang was there, he was a little far away from Wan Yao. Wan Yao didn't care, and didn't want to get too close.

"It's just that the kid's hands aren't steady enough." The discussion continued without being interrupted by Lu Qi's arrival. Obviously, Lu Qi's performance in the first scene was too ordinary to attract everyone's attention.

Lu Qi wasn't annoyed either, he just sat quietly beside Wanjiao, listening to everyone's discussion.

Wan Yan glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Ji Ming's sword is a bit off-centered, not as steady as Ji Tianlang's!"

"This kid is not good at basic skills. Ji Tianlang's sword seeks change while being stable, but this Ji Ming only understands that change, and he has not done a good job in stabilizing the basics."

A group of people chattered, each pointing out Jiming's shortcomings, but forgot that Jiming's performance was considered good among this group of young people.

"Huh? Whose family is that junior? You performed well!" Suddenly someone noticed a young man on the stage, wearing a school-style robe, but no one recognized him.

"It's the Qi Shan faction's clothes... but does the Qi Shan faction have sword practicers?"

"Oh, you are still young. In fact, there is a Qishan Sword Sect in the corner of Qishan Mountain. It was originally with the Qishan Sect, but now it is assigned."

There were also many discussions about the younger generation, but Lu Xi didn't continue to listen. He thought that there would be some useful guidance on the moves in these discussions, but now he heard that it was just gossip from the seniors.

"That Jiming, his footwork is not stable, and he didn't practice his basic skills well, so he just learned to be airy. Don't worry, just greet him vigorously when encountering problems." Suddenly Wanjiao's voice rang in his ears.

Lu Xi asked in a low voice with some doubts: "Does that count as cheating?"

"Heh." Wan Yan chuckled, "The group of old foxes are all talking about this with their juniors, but they don't say anything important on the surface."

When Lu Xi heard it, what else did he not understand, the group of so-called "senior masters" would not let him, a child of another family, know his own weaknesses.

"That Qishan Sword Sect has a good foundation, but his brain is not very good, and he can't turn around. If you meet him, you can deal with him." Wan Yan said it simply and rudely, but Lu Qi also knew that he was playing. Time is not so simple.

Besides, according to this situation, Lu Qi's advantages and disadvantages were also told by those seniors to his juniors. Fortunately, there is only one game a day, and there is still room for him to become stronger when he goes back.

Lu Qi was lucky, he didn't run into any of the stronger ones a few days ago, and it was easy to fight with a single swing of the epee. He never thought that he would meet Jiming on the fifth day of the fifth day of the lunar new year.

Although Wan Yi didn't say anything, Lu Xi knew that Ji Ming was Ji Tianlang's disciple, and Ji Tianlang was Wan Yi's father-killing enemy.

Lu Qi had never seen any expression of hatred on Wan Yan's face, and he knew that this battle meant nothing, but he subconsciously wanted to win.

Not only for the sword that he wanted for a long time, but also because he wanted to defeat the arrogant man in front of him.

"Yo, a person from Misty Villa? The one who came from Misty Villa, the owner's son who was beaten to death by my master?" Jiming deliberately used such a long prefix, and Jiming's attitude was extremely arrogant.

Jiming's character has been revealed a few days ago, he is arrogant and domineering, so his weakness is also obvious, his foundation is not solid, and he is too ambitious.

Lu Qi knew that ignoring this kind of person was the best answer, and he also knew that he shouldn't be provoked, but he just couldn't help it.

He glanced at Wan Yao, among the crowd, he stood out in white clothes.

Then he clenched the epee in his hand and rushed forward.

Jiming gently swayed to the side, then mocked: "You are so slow."

Lu Xi ignored him and turned to Jiming with his sword in hand.

But who is Jiming? Although everyone said that his foundation is not good, he has learned the shape of Ji Tianlang's swordsmanship after all, which is not comparable to Lu Xi who can only chase and fight fiercely.

But Lu Qi was unwilling to give up, and rushed in Jiming's direction with all his heart.

"Hey, are you still here? Give up, you can't beat me, just like the old master can't beat my master." Hearing this, Lu Xi was even more enraged, and he swung the epee even more chaotically.

Then Jiming saw an opening, raised his sword and stabbed straight at Lu Xi's neck, but Lu Xi had no time to dodge, thinking that his blood was about to splash on the spot, Lu Xi couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Ding—" Lu Xi opened his eyes, and saw two pale fingers holding the sword.

Wan Yao drooped his eyes and looked listless, but Lu Xi knew that he was angry: "It's just a martial arts competition, there is no need to kill it?"

"Hmph, martial arts competitions are a matter of life and death, isn't that the case with your owner's father?" Jiming was still mocking, but he was obviously frightened by Wan Yao's move, and said the worst thing he should have said.

However, Wan Yan didn't seem to be irritated at all, and said lightly: "The sword is good."

Hearing this, Jiming looked proud: "That is the sword given by the master, how could it be so bad?"

Then I heard a click, and a crack appeared on the sword body where Wanjiao's two fingers were clamped: "It's nothing more than that."

"You!" Jiming was impatient, wishing to kill the hateful person in front of him, but Wan Yan stopped him with a look.

That look...he could feel it, it was the look of someone who had killed someone.

"Practice again." After saying that, Wan Yao let go of his hand, and the sword fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Then Wan Yao turned around, took Lu Qi and left here, leaving Jiming there in a daze.

"Sorry... I failed." Pulling his clothes, Lu Xi lowered his head, a little sad.

"It's my fault." Wan Yan's calm voice came from the front, and Lu Xi raised his head in surprise, "I should have given you that sword earlier."

Wan Yao turned around and patted Lu Xi's shoulder lightly: "I don't have a good sword, thank you for your hard work."

Then he walked to the place where he was sitting, and there was a sword wrapped in a cloth, obviously they came together, but Lu Qi didn't notice.

"Hold it." Wan Yan put the sword in Lu Xi's hand.

Lu Qi seemed to have just woken up, pushed the sword back and said, "No, I haven't met your request."

However, Wan Yan's strength was great, and he said in an undeniable tone: "This sword was originally made for you, and it doesn't matter what you ask for from the beginning."

Lu Qi opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at Wan Yan, but he took the sword in his hand. The sword was neither light nor heavy, and it felt just right in his hand.

"Okay, let's give it a name." Wan Yan whispered in Lu Xi's ear.

Suddenly, two words came out of Lu Qi's mouth.

"Qinghe."

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I’ve been busy recently, I’ll try to make more updates when I’m free, I feel great>