Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

It was already late at night when we arrived at Lingyun Palace.

The carriage stopped outside the mountain gate, Mu Bai raised the curtain and took off the lamp hanging in front of the carriage.

"Senior sister, let's go."

Huamei tied up the horse and glanced behind: "Why didn't you wait for Mr. Su?"

Mu Bai said coolly: "What are you waiting for him to do?"

"Are you two arguing?"

"I don't know him well, why is it awkward?"

Mu Bai walked forward by himself.

Luo Ziyi stepped aside and said to the guard disciple: "These two are here with His Royal Highness."

Mubai clasped his fists and performed the etiquette of the world: "Qinglian Valley Qin Mubai."

"thrush."

The gatekeeper scratched his head: "Brother, you also know that the gatekeeper has strictly prohibited outsiders from entering Lingyun Palace these days, especially..."

"It's okay." Luo Ziyi lifted the folding fan and tapped his shoulder. "I'll go and tell Master, he won't blame you."

After exchanging pleasantries, Ye Xing and Jin Yi pushed Su Mo's wheelchair to follow, and they passed through the mountain gate.

Under the moonlight, the pale stone road winds up, leading directly to the palace on the top of the mountain.

The main hall of Lingyun Palace was brightly lit, Luo Ziyi stepped into the threshold, and bowed first: "Master, His Royal Highness has arrived."

The man standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the hall heard the words and turned around, and saw two attendants in black pushing wheelchairs into the hall.

The face of the person sitting in the wheelchair was as pale as paper, his lips were extremely pale, but his black hair was as black as ink, which made him completely lifeless.

Su Mo covered his face and coughed twice, his voice hoarse: "Master Luo."

He raised his eyes and saw another person in the hall: "Who is this?"

Luo Ziyi said: "This is Elder Meng of Chaosheng Pavilion."

He paused, then pointed to the two people standing outside the door: "These two are the disciples of Qinglian Valley, Qin Mubai and Huamei."

"Master, the two girls escorted His Royal Highness to Lingyun Palace. The journey was full of dust and dust. I think it's better to let them stay overnight tonight."

Before Luo Wangchuan could speak, Elder Meng opened his mouth first: "In the martial arts conference the year before last, the three martial arts sects of Wuti gathered together, but Jialan only had Lingyun Palace and Chaosheng Pavilion, and they were all overwhelmed. They all said Qinglian Valley I have nothing to contend with, I never expected to see you today..."

Mu Bai raised half of his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Elder Meng sneered: "Two female disciples escort Prince Wuti, Qinglian Valley is really generous."

When Huamei heard this, she almost rolled her eyes.

He raised his hand and patted his chest several times before he recovered.

"Tsk." Mu Bai twitched the corners of his lips, "The old yin and yang are weird."

Huamei hurriedly pulled him back: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Junior Sister Bai, you forgot that Senior Sister told you not to cause trouble when you go out."

"Senior Sister." Mu Bai frowned, "This old man is going to ride on top of our Qinglian Valley, can he bear it?"

"Just say a few words, let him go." Thrush kept winking at him.

Among the three major sects of Jialan, Qinglian Valley is independent from the world, and Lingyun Palace and Chaosheng Pavilion are naturally closer. Every year, the disciples of the sect will hold martial arts competitions.A conflict with Elder Meng at the boundary of Lingyun Palace will definitely lead to nothing.

"Cough, cough cough..." Su Mo coughed more and more.

Jin Yi said: "It's cold in the mountains at night, His Highness is weak, why not arrange for him to rest first."

Luo Ziyi quickly answered: "Master, then I will take the prince to the guest room first."

As soon as he stepped out of the palace door, he heard Luo Wangchuan say: "Ziyi, send these three girls out tomorrow morning."

three?

Huamei was startled, and only realized when she looked at Jinyi.

It turned out that Su Mo's entourage was also counted.

She burst into a "puchi" laugh: "Master Luo is really ruthless."

"That's not bad." Luo Ziyi said coyly, "Little Bai girl is really courageous, she dared to call Elder Meng an old man in front of him, I was afraid that the master would get angry and drive you out on the spot..."

Turn around the left side of the main hall, and you will arrive at the guest room.

Luo Ziyi first sent Su Mo and Jiang Cijing back to the room, and then called the miscellaneous disciples.

He didn't expect so many people at first, so he only prepared two guest rooms, and the rest had to be cleaned up impromptu.

While sweeping, Luo Ziyi stood in front of the bedroom door, putting his hands into his sleeves: "It's very cold at night, the girls should wrap up tightly, so you don't catch a cold."

After a pause, he continued: "My master's heart is not bad, but his temper is not very good. Everyone, please rest for one night. Tomorrow Lingyun Palace will compete with Chaosheng Pavilion. After my competition is over, I will send you down the mountain."

"I heard that the disciples of Qinglian Valley specialize in medical skills. I think it's rare to see martial arts competitions. We only hold this once a year here. It's a rare opportunity. If you get up early, you can come and watch it."

Mu Bai carelessly fiddled with the sword on his back, not knowing what he was thinking, he just said softly: "I will definitely go."

Luo Ziyi showed joy on his face: "It would be great if Miss Bai would come to join us."

It has been many years since such a beautiful girl came to Lingyun Palace, I am afraid that the male disciples will be bloody when she shows up.

On the second day, after Mu Bai finished washing, he put on some makeup and powder and stepped out, when he bumped into Luo Ziyi head-on.

"I'm going to compete now." Luo Ziyi rubbed his hands, his expression was a little nervous, "Miss Bai, can you cheer me up?"

Mubai: "..."

He thought for a while, then raised his hand and patted Luo Ziyi's shoulder: "You can do it."

"Thank you!" Luo Ziyi clasped his fists and walked straight to the competition venue.

Early in the morning, the disciples of Lingyun Palace gathered in the martial arts field outside the main hall in an orderly manner.

On both sides of the arena, the disciples participating in the competition lined up in a row, and the remaining disciples, Yushu Villa and other sects who came to watch the battle sat under the stage.

When the time came, the sound of bells and drums came from the hall.

Luo Wangchuan walked to the high platform and gave a speech in a deep voice: "Welcome to my Lingyun Palace to participate in the martial arts competition."

With just one sentence, he walked to the back with his sword on his back and took a seat, leaving the venue to Elder Meng.

The annual martial arts contest, nominally, focuses on learning from each other, but in fact, the two factions are secretly fighting for each other, sending out only their best students, and it is impossible to say that they don't care about winning or losing.

Moreover, people from Yushu Villa came to watch the battle, and as soon as the competition was over, the eloquent manuscript was published in the post newspaper the next day.

What about "Lingyun Palace created another undefeated legend, and won 13 people in Chaosheng Pavilion in a row", "A peerless genius appeared in Lingyun Palace, and Liufeng Huixuejian succeeded", or "Lingyun Palace lost, Chaosheng Pavilion or Cheng Jialan came first sect" and so on.

The title is eye-catching, and the content is explosive.

In short, whoever wins will have a bright face.

In the competitions in the past few years, Lingyun Palace usually had a better chance of winning, no matter how bad it was, it was [-]-[-], but in recent years, for some reason, all the disciples of Chaosheng Pavilion seemed to have secretly practiced some secrets that were not passed on, which was extremely strong. Literally.

At first, Lingyun Palace was motivated to fight, and practiced desperately in private, trying to turn the tide, but after being crushed by Chaosheng Pavilion with almost disparity in strength for two consecutive years, it became like an eggplant beaten by frost, and even the head Luo Wangchuan was much too lazy Say something.

Left and right are also lost, it is better to keep silent, so as not to be too embarrassing.

Mu Bai walked to the front of the main hall, just as he heard Elder Meng talking about the scene, he glanced down the stage and saw Su Mo was already sitting in the front seat, Jin Yi and Ye Xing stood behind him, motionless.

Elder Meng chatted for half an hour, the disciples of Lingyun Palace lacked interest and were feeling sleepy, when they suddenly saw a "beauty" coming down the stone stairs on the side of the main hall.

Mubai's body proportions are excellent, tall and well-proportioned. Although she looks a bit thin when she wears women's clothes, but fortunately, she has wide shoulders and narrow waist.

What's more, when ordinary people see him for the first time, their eyes fall on that bright and heroic face, and it's hard to notice anything else.

The disciples below were stupefied, Elder Meng sensed something was wrong, followed everyone's gaze and turned his face away, and saw that Qinglian Valley disciple walking down the stairs from last night.

And lazily yawned.

Huamei was already waiting below, and when she saw this, she hurried forward and pulled Mu Bai to the shadow: "Junior Sister Bai, you should be more careful, those disciples from the Monk Palace are staring straight."

"With so many eyes staring at you, don't you panic?"

Thrush dragged him straight into the corner, and many people looked here obsessively.

Elder Meng was so angry that his beard curled up.

He stroked his beard twice, then suddenly changed the topic, and added a few impromptu words: "Galansu has three sects, but Qinglian Valley is hidden from the world. In previous years, only our Chaosheng Pavilion and Lingyun Palace disciples competed. "

"Chaosheng Pavilion has won five years in a row, and it's the same old way in the sixth year, which seems a bit bullying."

Luo Wangchuan, who was sitting at the back, frowned, and the disciples of Lingyun Palace couldn't sit still anymore.

Elder Meng twirled two beards with a smile, and raised his fingers to Mubai and Huamei: "This year coincides with two disciples from Qinglian Valley visiting Lingyun Palace, why don't we invite the two girls to represent Qinglian Valley to fight for this competition?" Add some color?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the two of them, and the envoy from Yushu Villa had already picked up a pen and wrote on the white paper: The most mysterious school of Jialan?Unveiling the hidden veil of Qinglian Valley disciples for you...

thrush:"……"

Elder Meng was still teasing on the stage: "What the old man just said was a joke. I have heard that Qinglian Valley is not good at martial arts, and the two girls don't need to participate in the competition. I think this girl in white is very handsome. Can you come on stage and dance for everyone? Add to the fun?"

"Bastard!" Thrush couldn't sit still.

Although everyone usually calls Xiaobai, Xiaobai, but Mubai is also the young master of Qinglian Valley, how can they let Chaoshengge make fun of them like this?

She stood up and was about to argue with Elder Meng when her wrist was grabbed.

"noob?"

Mu Bai smiled and pushed her down: "Senior sister, didn't you say not to cause trouble when you are out?"

"Can……"

"Don't worry." He stood up and stretched his waist, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

Mu Bai flipped onto the ring and patted the dust in his hands: "What's the point of dancing? Isn't martial arts tournament just about fighting?"

Elder Meng heard what he meant, stroked his beard and sneered.

Not self-sufficient.

He walked to the front of Chaosheng Pavilion's camp beside the ring, raised his hand and introduced: "These are all my Chaosheng Pavilion disciples, you can choose one to challenge."

Elder Meng paused for a moment, and then said: "If you can't win, admit defeat in time, don't blame me for bullying others in Chaosheng Pavilion."

Those present here who have read Jianghu Post News all know that Chaoshengge disciples mostly use various musical instruments as weapons, and their strength is divided into levels according to Gong, Shang, Jiao, Hui, and Yu.

Among the [-] disciples participating in this competition, the strongest has reached the Shang level, and the weakest has the strength of the third class.

Mu Bai lazily glanced around, and suddenly asked: "Old man, what level are you?"

Elder Meng was startled, not understanding what he meant: "Gong."

"That's you."

Mubai touched the Qinglian sword behind his back with his hands behind his back, and leaned slightly: "Qingliangu Qin Mubai, please enlighten me."