farce a ups and downs

The next day, the sword-questioning meeting was held as usual, and Shen Mingyu was directly absent. After learning what happened last night, Shen Yu didn't give Shen Minglang a good look at all, and left after sitting for less than half an hour. Shen Minglang actually wanted to leave too. Now seeing Luo Wenchu ​​under the Lunjian stage gives him a headache, but he is the owner of the villa, so he can only hold on until the end of the second day.

In the evening, today's competition ended, and there were less than ten Lingjue sect disciples who entered the third round. Today, Shen Feiyu overturned the impression left on everyone yesterday. The appearance of holding a sword is exactly like Shura with a cold face, and his sword moves are full of killing intent , The opponent was sent off in the opening 3 minutes.

This time, even Liu Chuifeng raised a sign because of his outstanding swordsmanship.

Shen Yu naturally knew that it was Shen Mingyu who spoiled her plan yesterday, and for Shen Feiyu's current state of triumph, he could only act like "out of sight, out of mind".

Back at the inn, Shen Feiyu took out the scene map he had copied, crossed out the names of the eliminated one by one, and then his eyes fell on the three words "Li Changqing".

If nothing goes wrong, if he wins another game, he will face Li Changqing.

Thinking of the scene of Li Changqing being provocative on the spot, Shen Feiyu had a headache.And tomorrow's competition will also be a tough battle. His opponent is an old friend.

The situation of the man in black has been reported to the government by Shen Zhuang. Lord Mu led people to search along the waters, but after a whole day, they found nothing.

The worst situation has already appeared—the other party may have escaped completely and returned to his companion.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the meeting, Shen Zhuang chose to conceal what happened last night.

In this regard, Luo Wenchu ​​was very cooperative, in his words: Why bother to make things difficult for the father-in-law.

Putting away the session map, Shen Feiyu prepared to rest and gather enough energy to face tomorrow's competition.

Just as he was approaching the edge of the bed, the spirit fox that had been sleeping peacefully by the pillow suddenly pricked up its ears and bared its teeth at the door with a low growl.

Shen Feiyu was startled, he didn't notice the existence of other people.

However, the spirit fox has a sharper sense of hearing and smell than humans. Shen Feiyu cheered up, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and slowly moved to the door.

Before it was too late, a hidden weapon pierced through the window paper and shot towards him quickly.

Shen Feiyu didn't even have time to think about why Linghu roared at the door, why the hidden weapon came from the window.

Dodging the blow narrowly and narrowly, Shen Feiyu came to the blind corner of the window and the door with a cat waist. The fox had already rushed over and roared at his feet. The animal's instinct told it: tonight is very dangerous.

Shen Feiyu huddled in place motionless, entering a state of extreme alert, breathing so lightly that it was almost impossible to detect.

Suddenly, a strange clicking sound sounded in the small room, and Shen Feiyu's eyelids twitched. At this moment, the night wind poured into the room, sweeping away the last light brought by the candlelight. Singing close to the scalp:

"Why do birds yearn for the blue sky? Just because they can flap their wings and soar?"

"No, no."

"—You can only be locked in a cage by me."

"Where are you? Hee, no matter where I am, I will..."

Shen Mingyu stood with a solemn expression, holding a sword: "Who is pretending to be a ghost!"

The scalp-numbing singing lasted less than half a cup of tea.

The moment the singing stopped, there was the sound of planks breaking upstairs, and a huge object fell in front of Shen Feiyu.In two breaths, Shen Feiyu could barely make out what fell in front of her with the help of the moonlight outside the window.

is a "person".

To be precise, it is a pile of wood with a human shape.

--puppet.

And it's the source of those clicks.

A ghostly sigh came from behind: "I found you."

Shen Feiyu's pupils narrowed sharply, and when she was about to turn her head, she caught a glimpse of a reflection from the corner of her eye, and immediately twisted her body and kicked sideways, while avoiding the hidden weapon shot from the puppet's mouth.

The mouth of the humanoid puppet was wide open, and the iron pipe protruding from the mouth was glowing with cold luster.Then, it raised its hands, and the wrist joints were folded upwards, exposing the same iron pipe.

Shen Feiyu had expected it a long time ago, so he dodged calmly, and while dodging, he glanced at the position just now: there is no one there, but it is just a small humanoid puppet.

The loud noise of the big puppet falling from the sky subtly covered the sound of it breaking through the window.

At this moment, the two puppets and Shen Feiyu faced each other silently in the small room, and in the next moment, both of them moved at the same time.The puppet raised its hands and opened its mouth.

chug-

Hidden weapons burst out, like a goddess scattering flowers.

Shen Feiyu used various difficult postures to avoid the rain of concealed weapons, and only blocked with a soft sword when he couldn't dodge.I don't know why the concealed weapon was fired, but it shocked him so much that his mouth went numb.

A wave of attacks did not stop, and the next wave immediately followed.

Under such intensive attacks, injuries were inevitable.

The young man raised his hand to wipe off the blood froth gushing out of his face. He felt that half of his face was numb, so he immediately leaned against the door and took out the detoxification powder and took it.Then, there was a slight sound next to his ear, and the young man's expression changed suddenly. Before he had time to think about it, he immediately ducked to the side.

The moment he escaped, the wooden door was shoveled open a big hole.

It is shaped like a cart, with a large shovel in front, and something like pincers on both sides slowly driving into the room.

From the open door, you can see the situation of the opposite door: the door is closed, and the people in the room don't seem to be awakened by the sound here at all.

Shen Feiyu's heart sank slightly.

The entire inn was filled with people from the Lingjue sect, and the noise from his side failed to wake up the senior brothers around him, which shows how bad the situation is.

He no longer dodged, but took the initiative to attack, leaving only an afterimage when his figure passed by. The speed of the puppet was not as fast as him, and a wooden hand was cut off by the former.

Shen Feiyu clenched the soft sword tightly, and the moment he slashed down, he had a strange feeling, as if he had cut off something other than the wooden hand.

For a senior like Xu Weng who is proficient in strange skills and mechanical techniques, puppet art is just an unpopular in his research, and it can be divided into upper, middle and lower.Shen Feiyu's mind was active, and then he took out the fire folder, looked up, and said to himself that it was true.

The light illuminated dozens of silver wires attached to the puppet.

The other end of the line is hidden upstairs.

String puppets are the lowest level of puppet art.A truly superior puppet should behave like a human being and requires no extra manipulation.

After cutting off the silver thread, Shen Feiyu asked in a deep voice, "How long will you continue to pretend?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a rustling sound from upstairs, followed by a deep voice: "Ah, I was discovered,... no more playing."

When Shen Feiyu rushed upstairs, only a livid corpse greeted him.

Not long after, Luo Wenchu ​​and He Zhixiao came back from outside. They noticed the unusual silence in the inn, and when they entered the door, they saw the shopkeeper and the assistant who had passed out.

When the three met, Luo Wenchu ​​said succinctly: "The innkeeper and the others were just stunned, nothing serious."

Afterwards, He Zhixiao woke up the disciples one by one to come and ask questions. The disciples all said that they were in the room at night and did not hear any noise.

He Zhixiao was faintly on the verge of fury: "Idiot! He didn't even know he was drugged!" After driving the disciple away, He Zhixiao drank a whole pot of tea, but it was not enough to calm his anger.

Shen Feiyu looked at the two of them: "Master and uncle, are you not at the inn tonight?"

Luo Wenchu ​​nodded: "I found a suspicious person and chased him out."

But I didn't expect it to be a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

He rubbed between his brows, and looked back at Shen Feiyu wearily: "Are you injured?"

Shen Feiyu shook his head: "The disciple is fine."

But he said in his heart: With master's wisdom, it is impossible not to fail to see what the other party is planning.

Luo Wenchu ​​saw his doubts, and took out a ball of paper from his bosom: "He still left this."

Unroll the ball of paper, and the words on it are clear at a glance: I will destroy everything you hold dear.

He Zhixiao put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup touched the wooden table and made a clinking sound, Linghu hid under the quilt in shock, only showing a pair of eyes.

"Brother, isn't it the disciples of the sect that are cherished? Is he trying to destroy the Lingjue sect? How arrogant!"

However, Shen Feiyu had a hunch that things would not be so simple. The other party came and went without a trace, and with the puppet technique by his side, they didn't know the strength of the other party, how many puppets they had, and how different they were.

What happened tonight was more like a prank than an assassination.

Afterwards, He Zhixiao reported to the officials overnight, and Mu Shou sent someone to go through the motions, without any guarantee, only saying that if he tried his best to track down the suspicious person, he would give Ling Jue an explanation.

On the third day of the Sword-Questioning Conference, there were quite a few fewer people on the audience stage, but the children from all the big families in the city showed up one after another.The competition in the first two days was to remove the dross. In terms of viewing and technical aspects, it was not as good as today's and future competitions. The aristocratic families will choose from among the people in the competition, try to make friends with them, and then catch up with their teachers. relationship, this is the usual practice.

Among other things, to have a hero with high military strength as a friend, it would be more face-saving to talk about it, and vice versa.

Of course, that doesn't include the act of the whole family coming out to cheer someone on.

When the old man of the Qu family waved his cane at the Wutong Pavilion team on the audience stage, Qu Jingzhi's face turned black.Pavilion owner Wu Hanlin smiled and said, "Are you nervous?"

Qu Jingzhi snorted coldly: "Master, how could I be nervous?"

After all, step onto the stage with ease.

From time to time today, there will be a gust of refreshing wind, wrapped in fallen leaves and flying flowers, the scene can be called beautiful.

Qu Jingzhi stood in the breeze, looking at the white-clothed youth opposite.

"The first time I saw you when I was young, I thought you were not as cowardly as you pretended to be on the surface." Qu Jingzhi squinted his eyes, and his pretended serious baby face made people laugh, "But I didn't expect that you will be so weak like this." Tolerance is more than ten years."

The young man on the opposite side is dressed in white, with a handsome appearance, not like a mortal posture, and standing there, he is outstanding.

There was no trace of fighting intent in the clear eyes of the young man: "You still owe me an egg."

Qu Jingzhi: "..." He never expected that the egg would be recorded by the other party in the form of credit.

"If you can't remember..."

"It's just an egg, you are not stingy!"

Youth: "That's not just an egg, it's an unborn life."

Qu Jingzhi said angrily, "Shen Feiyu, your head is caught by the door!"

He suspected that the other party was mentally ill.

Contrary to him, Wu Hanlin in the audience said: "This Shen Feiyu is very smart."

Wutong Pavilion disciple wondered, "What's the use of trying to provoke Jingzhi?"

"The key to the Floating Flower Jue lies in the control of falling leaves and flying flowers, that is, the precise control of internal force," Wu Hanlin shook his head, "Do you think it is a person with a high level of anger who can control the movement of internal force, or a wise and calm person?" Can you control yourself more?"

The disciple stopped talking.

Wu Hanlin sighed slightly: "Jingzhi is still too young, a little impulsive."

Hearing this, the disciple's expression was strange: "Then Shen Feiyu is only this year..."

On the stage, Qu Jing shot out in anger, and countless flying flowers and fallen leaves formed a cage to trap Shen Feiyu. Before he could be satisfied, he saw Shen Feiyu attack with all his strength, and he broke it so easily.

Qu Jing's heart sank, his inner strength surged, and the fine dust on the table vibrated and floated up.All of a sudden, a strong wind blew up, and the tiny white petals swayed with the wind. Qu Jingzhi raised his hand, and rushed towards Shen Feiyu with a more domineering vigor than before, and then divided into two groups to outflank the young man.

Among them, even the smallest dust can be turned into a sharp weapon to kill people.

Facing this scene, Shen Feiyu calmly began to draw a set of sword skills.

The looming sword light made people sweat for him, but after a few minutes, there was still no sound of the young man being hit.The figure of the young man wrapped in the cage of flying flowers gradually became clearer, and everyone saw clearly that he had used his sword moves to create an impenetrable barrier for himself. There are countless people in the game.

Everyone was thinking: how can that weird sword technique be so strictly guarded?

Under the stage, Chu Xijun gasped for breath: "This is..."

When he was still young, he had seen this set of sword techniques from his master.

Softness with rigidity, rigidity and softness combined, retreat can be strictly guarded against death, attack can be thunderous.

Chu Xijun involuntarily looked in the direction of the Lingjue faction. Luo Wenchu, the leader, noticed his gaze, nodded at him sideways, and then turned his gaze to the high platform again, with a soft smile on his lips.

Chu Xijun had never seen a similar expression on him before, and he was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, it was because of the enthusiastic shouting from the audience, which was mixed with the sound of one or two people yelling because they made a wrong bet , but was quickly submerged.It was only then that Chu Xijun realized that the competition on the stage was over, and the young man in white won the final victory. Judging by his demeanor, he was even relaxed.

The application time was not up, and the competition on the third day ended.There will only be three competitions tomorrow, which will be held at Chenshi, Wushi and Shenshi.

Before Luo Wenchu ​​took his disciples to leave, Mr. Chu Xi rushed over with his disciples. After the leaders of the two sects finished their courtesies, Mr. Chu Xi went straight to the point: "I watched little brother Shen's swordsmanship just now, and I am very familiar with it."

Luo Wenchu ​​said with a light smile: "Swordsmanship is nothing more than the arrangement and combination of stabbing, pointing, and breaking. The Kunlun swordsmanship is the culmination of the world's swordsmanship. It is not unreasonable for Master Chu to look familiar."

This was said so well that Mr. Chu Xi couldn't tell whether the other party was praising Kunlun swordsmanship or taking the opportunity to praise his disciple.

He could only fake a smile and said, "Then look forward to tomorrow's competition between Lingtu and Changqing."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left with his disciples.

Li Changqing left the team of disciples and walked up to Shen Feiyu: "Tomorrow you and I... will be...the first match, don't, don't be late."

The stuttering as usual weakened the ruthlessness that this sentence originally intended to express, and it fell to the ears of others, which seemed to be a reminder of worry.

Because the harsh words did not achieve the desired effect, Li Changqing furrowed his long eyebrows fiercely.

In the end he walked away with a puffy face.

Not far away, Xu Guan poked Shen Mingyu's arm: "Your brother has been in the limelight these days, so you don't have any ideas?"

Shen Mingyu, who was forcibly taken to the Sword Discourse Arena by Shen Minglang today, sneered, "What should I think?"

"You have no idea, what about your mother? Do you know what people in Liuzhou City are saying now, 'Young Master Shen is good at martial arts, looks good, and has a heart like a Bodhisattva'. If you don't come back for three years, they will compare you to you when you come back." Go down, your mother can bear this?"

Shen Mingyu glanced at him with a nonchalant smile: "Are you asking for information and found out about the Shen family?"

"How dare I."

While the two were arguing, another team approached the Ling Jue faction.To be precise, he was looking for Shen Feiyu.

Wu Hanlin came slowly, clasped fists with Luo Wenchu ​​to show his greetings, then, his eyes fell on Shen Feiyu, and he said gently: "I'm here to thank Mr. Shen on Jingzhi's behalf."

"Thank me?" Shen Feiyu was really puzzled.

Wu Hanlin: "Jingzhi has always been used to being careless, impulsive and irritable. Today's competition taught him a lesson, but he couldn't bear to thank him, so I did it for him."

"Who can't lose face!" Young Master Qu's dissatisfied hum can be heard even from a long distance away, "Pavilion Master, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense!"

As soon as the words fell, Old Master Qu hit him with a stick: "How can you be so rude to the Pavilion Master?"

Qu Jingzhi covered his head, his aggrieved appearance made everyone laugh.

Shen Feiyu smiled, and when he came into contact with the person at the end of the Qu family, the smile disappeared immediately.

The Qu family came here today to watch the competition of the third young master Qu, and the whole family dispatched, including Qu Rulin, the young master who is a relative. , Sometimes sticking to the tree, looking at the way the body twists and turns, it seems that it regards itself as a worm.

No matter what shocking actions the other party has made, it seems normal at first glance to have the name of a fool.

For some reason, Shen Feiyu recalled what happened at the city gate that day——

That day, Qu Rulin hugged him, mouthing a golden dagger, outsiders thought that Qu Rulin regarded himself as his golden eagle, but after what happened last night, Shen Feiyu broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Qu Rulin compared He Zhixiao to a dog, because a dog is loyal enough.

He Zhixiao is sincere to the Ling Jue faction and has no second thoughts.

And the other party compared him to a bird, so where is the cage where the bird is held?

In a daze, he and Qu Rulin looked at each other, and there was an imperceptible sarcasm in those clear eyes, how could they look half-stupid?But looking at it carefully, Qu Rulin seemed to be really just pretending to be a bug, laughing hahahaha.

Shen Feiyu was about to wait and see further, when suddenly there was a loud noise from the direction of the Sword Discourse Arena.

Black smoke and dust soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, as if the Lord of Heaven had lowered his face.

The factions that hadn't left returned to the Sword Discourse Arena, and what appeared in front of everyone was the Sword Discourse Arena full of cracks.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, the bronze statues of the Four Gods of War tilted down, and the high platform collapsed.