moonlit night

Here, when the clouds are treacherous and turbulent in the dark night, Yue Qingchen is dreaming into another room upside down, dreaming of an old event that he has secretly pondered for a long time-the original body Wang Shujun attended when he was 14 years old. That session of laurels.

It was still the memory of the original body. At first, his eyes and ears were still hazy, but soon, he heard someone shouting something extremely arrogantly in a broken voice, "This little baby has no hair yet. His mother is a bitch, why come here to join in the fun, just get out of here early, so as not to ruin your beautiful appearance, hahahaha."

Correspondingly, the surrounding audience was full of presumptuous and covetous laughter.

Yue Qingchen's heart changed, and he guessed that this was probably Wang Shujun's first fight in the Zhegui Club when he was young. At that time, Wang Shu was only 14 years old, so he was really a young boy. Having never seen his abilities, it is not surprising that he would be so contemptuous.

But in cultivation, the strong are respected after all, crouching tiger, hidden dragon on Kyushu, how can one judge a person by appearance alone?

So arrogant and conceited, I'm afraid I won't be able to laugh soon.

Sure enough, before the broken voice could finish laughing, he found that the handsome boy in white on the opposite side looked coldly at him. The moment he met those cold eyes, the broken voice felt as if his whole body was falling like ice. The spiritual energy in his body was stagnant and blocked, and he couldn't use it at all.

Then, he didn't even see how the other party made the attack, and he was sent flying out of the ring in an extremely embarrassing posture, collapsed on the ground, twitched a few times, and passed out with his head tilted.

One move lost.

Wang Shu glanced around indifferently, and when the winner of the match was announced, he went down to the arena coldly, passing by the dead-beating voice and the tear-eyed fellow disciples surrounding him without stopping. After a while, he went straight to the viewing platform on the side.

Yue Qingchen couldn't control this body movement, but just sighed in his heart for his temperament, thinking that it would be strange if he didn't make enemies on all sides with such a relentless manner.

On the way to the viewing platform, passing by many people who were observing the battle situation by themselves, Wang Shu ignored what they said, but there were always some fragments of words that drifted into Yue Qingchen's ears, among which were mixed with familiar words. sound:

"Brother, did you see that little white face, Bing Linggen's face smells like someone owes him 800 million. It really makes people want to go up and beat him up. What's the big deal, that opponent is like a rookie, if I'm definitely faster than him."

It was Yunya's voice.

Yue Qingchen shook his head secretly, Yun Shengjun actually had the nerve to say that other people are a jerk, isn't his own skin a super jerk rewarded by God.

"Junior brother, be careful." Ye Zhiqiu gave Yun Ya a warning look, as if he knew what kind of aggressive character his junior brother had, so he said mercilessly: "His strength is above yours, if he keeps going, You two will have a battle sooner or later, don't be in a hurry."

Ye Zhiqiu was the leader of the last Zhegui Guild. Although he is not the head of the sect now, he has already seen his vigorous and resolute style. Yunya is not afraid of anyone in Kunwu Mountain, but he is afraid of him, the elder brother, so he will not say more now What, I just kept turning my head to look at the back of the cold boy going away, with a very strong fighting spirit rising in my eyes.

Although Yue Qingchen felt that there was a burning gaze following behind her, she couldn't turn her head to look back, she just followed Wang Shu's pace and walked towards the woman in plain skirt who was looking at the other arena without blinking. Sit sideways.

Although she still couldn't see her face clearly, Yue Qingchen knew that it was Su Xihe.At this moment, her breath was completely restrained, and when she sat there quietly, she was no different from an ordinary person.

"No, look over there, a strong opponent." Seeing that Wang Shu had returned, Su Xihe didn't ask him the result, but just pointed to the arena she had been watching, with a hint of a smile in his tone, "If you can defeat him, it will prove that I am a good master."

Yue Qingchen followed her to look, only to see a young man in Tsing Yi who came down from the stage over there, with extremely clear eyebrows, talking with a smile to the people who gathered around him to greet their relatives. A smile made several female cultivators around quietly blush, but felt that even the warm spring breeze in February was not as romantic as this person.

Even according to Yue Qingchen, she can indeed be regarded as gentle and moist as jade, with a dragon and a phoenix.

Su Xihe's vision was still as good as ever, and he picked out the leader of this year at a glance, and even the original body could only be placed under him, and he was worthy of second place.

That was the later Patriarch of the Luo family, Lord Hengwu, Luo Mingche.

It is rumored that this person wields a sword from the Qing Dynasty to Zhengzheng, and carries a very bright and elegant jasper flute. He has been very good at making friends in his life, and he has made friends all over the world.

If Mr. Wang Shu is like a solitary crescent moon in the dark night sky, always carrying an inherent coolness, then this Mr. Hengwu is the one that everyone in the Nine Heavens will receive when they are reunited. The full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright and not scorching. Wherever the light shines, there is a peaceful world everywhere.

Yue Qingchen wanted to take a closer look at whether this character matches the set character, but Wang Shu looked away from Luo Mingche, only looked at Su Xihe's smiling side face and said: "If I beat him, you Can you promise me one thing?"

After hearing this, Yue Qingchen suddenly remembered that in the memories he had experienced, Wang Shu seemed to have never called Su Xi and Master.

In fact, just looking at the way these two people get along, they are not so much masters and apprentices as friends, and Su Xihe's temperament is a little bit out of character. On weekdays, he often looks like he is being controlled by a stern-faced apprentice .

"Sure." Su Xihe turned around with a smile, "Xiao Qingchen, if you can give me this face, let alone one, even ten would be fine."

"It's a deal," Wang Shu looked at her and said word by word, "Then you are not allowed to associate with that person in the future."

"Which person?" Su Xihe asked in surprise, "How old are you, and you're going to start managing your master's private life?"

"That demon, whose alias is Jun Tianyu," Wang Shu refused to let her go easily, "I don't like him, and I can see that he has no good intentions for you."

Hearing the name of Jun Tianyu, Yue Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and wondered to himself, isn't this the alias of Demon Lord Cang Jue? Could it be that he had been in contact with Su Xihe decades before the chaos of ghosts?

This is not the same as what I thought before. Could it be that the world has completed something by itself?

"Oh? You can see that?" Su Xihe dragged his tone and said nonchalantly, "Well, your kindness is appreciated, little girl. In fact, I don't have any kindness towards him, so you don't need to worry about your master at all. will suffer."

"You..." Wang Shu was so annoyed by her indifference that she couldn't speak, "Anyway, you promised me, so you can't go back on your word."

"I didn't say I'd regret it," Su Xihe said with a smile, "Then I can only pitifully pray to myself that that kid in Tsing Yi won't give me this chance to look good."

The following memories are full of competitions one after another. Yue Qingchen went through the whole process from the first test to the final test with the original body, and finally stood on the same test platform with Luo Mingche on the last day , the audience was full of seats, and all the spectators stretched their necks, wanting to see the demeanor of these two people.

Everyone knows that if Luo Mingche can win the championship in one fell swoop, it will definitely bring immeasurable glory to the Luo family in Xiaoxiang, and may even help it break the status of being the last of the four families in the declining situation of the second palace and the third sect. Ranking, and in one fell swoop among the upper reaches of Kyushu Xianjia.

As for the other young man who came out of nowhere but has achieved cultivation, he is also amazingly talented. If he wins the championship, maybe he will involve some big shots who haven't appeared in Kyushu for many years.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me, so I just sit back and watch the battle between the dragon and the tiger, and see who wins.

The spectators in the audience each had their own little calculations, but the two people on the stage turned a blind eye to these small commotions. They only greeted each other and Wang Shu took the lead in attacking, but the dust came out of its sheath, and the icy sword energy condensed into a hundred Chibinglong, with its head held high, roared angrily and rushed straight away.

On the opposite side, the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi reflected the ferocious silhouette of the ice dragon approaching, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and he stood up gracefully. The momentum collided with the ice dragon, and it was indistinguishable for a while. Some water was assimilated by the ice dragon and condensed into ice inch by inch.

It's a good way to play with the river tide, the water is soft, but it can also have great strength.

The Luo family lives near the water, and there are many water spirit roots in the clan, and Luo Mingche is the purest type of water spirit roots. He has practiced rapidly and has mastered the ever-changing Xiaoxiang swordsmanship Jiang Haizhi.

Wang Shu didn't expect the ice dragon to play any role, and he was not surprised when he saw it, so he simply abandoned the ice dragon, and the long sword in his hand turned into a thousand phantoms, and the ten thousand swords were like an airtight prison cage. The spectators in the audience were dazzled, and they were about to surround Luo Mingche in the center.

It was Sheng He Huanzhong who made the ground a prison, and if the opponent was a little careless, he could be stabbed into a sieve full of holes in an instant.

Seeing this, Luo Mingche raised his hand, and threw out a black and white linglong, first dispelling the sword shadows coming from the bully one by one, and then moving a few steps according to the law, one sword point on one of the sword shadows, two There was an ear-piercing handover sound as the swords collided, but Luo Mingche took advantage of the entanglement and flew forward, stepping out of the murderous prison cage.

As long as the real sword is found among the thousands of phantoms, the formation will be broken.

At the same time as the formation was broken, the black and white pieces that Luo Mingche had just cast were arranged in five elements in the void to form a huge Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams formation. The birth gate or formation eye must be trapped in it and never come out.

Where the eye of the formation is, it is where Jinghong's sword points.

From the beginning of the competition to the present, Wang Shu has seen countless cunning tricks of opponents, the purpose of which is to hide the true edge of the sword, in order to confuse the opponent and win by surprise.And the reason why Wang Shu has developed the habit of preemptive strikes is that he doesn't want to waste time dealing with any tricks to confuse the mind and soul.

He wanted to have an upright confrontation between sword repairers.

Looking at it now, the opponent in the final game chose to use Jinghong as a guide when it was entirely possible to use other magical weapons as the eye, and it was clear that he also had this idea.

Come on then.

Finding the eye of the formation is a breeze, and the next step is the real hand-to-hand combat. The two of them come and go, and they have gone through no less than a hundred moves in a flash, but they all stay in the sword domain tacitly.After all, Wang Shu hadn't received the Fushengqin from Su Xihe at that time, and the fleeting flute hadn't been passed on to Luo Mingche yet. The two of them were not music cultivators, so they naturally wanted to scratch their hearts and lungs about a future music cultivator. The battle of Qinxiao, which was a glimpse of elegance, was avoided.

It can be said to be a regret of this Guigui Conference.

I regret not to mention it for the time being, but let’s talk about swordsmanship. Although Wang Shujun will rely more on his own Frost and Cold Sword to walk in the world in the future, he is younger now, and has not been to Beiming, nor has he ever led the ice-cold sword in the icy world. The unique Frost and Cold was polished by the air, so the sword in his hand is still the dust that Su Xihe gave him.

Although Quechen is also a magic soldier, he is still slightly inferior to the extremely elegant Jinghong in Luo Mingche's hand. In addition, Wang Shu was a little younger at that time, and in the end he was almost flawless by the opponent. The power of the sword was pushed to the point of exhaustion.

At the end when they received their moves at the same time, although both of them suffered injuries to varying degrees, it was not difficult for a discerning eye to see the slight difference between them.

"I lost." Wang Shu said calmly, then turned and walked off the stage, there was dark red blood winding down his arm, dripping to the ground, staining half of his snow-white sleeve red.

It would be fine if you were wearing ink clothes.

He was getting irritable for no reason, but he heard someone behind him walking towards this side quickly, accompanied by a very gentle voice:

"Brother, please stay."

Wang Shu turned his head and gave him a cold look, only to see that gentle and elegant young man with a just right warm smile on his face, dressed in green clothes as lush as green bamboo in front of the light, holding a water spirit jade tablet with extremely warm texture in his hand, in which It seems that there are water waves flowing, and the word "Xiaoxiang" is engraved in the middle.

"Xiaoxiang Luo Family, Luo Mingche," Luo Mingche bent his eyes, and stuffed the jade tablet into Wang Shu's hand, "I haven't asked my brother's name yet."

It is a consistent tradition of the Zhegui Club not to announce the names and affiliations of the contestants until the last moment. It doesn't matter to Luo Mingche who is already famous, but someone like Wang Shu who is a fledgling is basically unknown. It is reasonable for Luo Mingche to catch up and ask a question.

"Yue Qingchen." Wang Shu said lightly, and after thinking for a while, he still took out a fragrant plum from the spirit ring and handed it to Luo Mingche.

At that time, he wandered around with Su Xihe all the year round, so he could naturally distinguish what was a good thing. He knew that the piece of water spirit jade just like Luo Mingche's was the best material, and the Luo family was famous for its formations. The jade plaque with the word Xiaoxiang on it also contains Luo's unique method of breaking formations, and it is even more a treasure that can be suppressed in a school.

That being the case, Wang Shu consciously wanted to take out the most precious things to give to the other party, but unfortunately he was so shy, and what he had was basically given by Su Xihe, so it was not easy to give away casually, so he ruthlessly twitched A sprig of Xuemei, which Su Xi got from Beiming by chance, and which he had raised with ice aura for several years, said indifferently: "I owe you with it first, and I will pay you back later."

Luo Mingche took the plum branch, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This is... Beiming Xuemei?" Then his eyes froze, and he asked: "Brother Yue has such supernatural powers, where did I learn from?"

Wang Shu was silent for a moment, wondering if he should tell the truth, after all, Su Xihe had lived for thousands of years, and now his status was too noble, he even had to pretend to come here to have a look at the competition, not to mention that he couldn't win the prize. At first, she will definitely feel disappointed, and she will not let others know that she is her disciple.

"My silly apprentice, why are you hesitating? Is it shameful to be my apprentice?" A gentle female voice suddenly came from the side. Wang Shu turned his head, only to see his incomparably noble master pointing at him with a smile on his face. Looking at her, she said: "His master is me, my name is Su Xihe, this little friend, it's a pleasure to meet you."