surrogate wife

After the welcome banquet, Xu Lingfeng sent a piece of information about the Great Sword Master, very few, and briefly introduced his information and moves he is good at.

Wen Yumu glanced at it and put it down.

The information is incomplete, so don't trust it. If you bury the wrong idea, you may suffer a big loss in the competition.

On the contrary, Xue Yi took it and looked at it carefully, "It says that the Great Sword Saint is the martial arts instructor of all the princes, but because the third prince Di Luojia has outstanding talent, he is particularly partial, and he accepts him as his own disciple, escorting him all the way. .”

Wen Yumu nodded, "This is supposed to be true, and it's not a secret."

"That is to say, the other princes of Nanyue also know martial arts, but this is completely different from our Daqi." Xue Yidao, "Daqi at most learns riding and archery, and superficial health-preserving skills."

"Nanyue is a martial artist, claiming that all the people can fight. But after all, they are few in number. Our Daqi country is rich and strong, so we are not afraid of them." Wen Yu mused.

Xue Yi nodded, "It's a threat after all."

"Forget it, it's useless to think about it now."

Wen Yumu smiled, "I won't talk about it. I promised General Huang earlier that I would perform well after arriving in the army and conquer the morale of the army, but now it seems that it is unnecessary."

Xue Yi: "That's right, if you win this battle, the whole city will know it. If you win this battle, the hearts and minds of our Daqi army and the people will be strong, and we will naturally be convinced by you; if you lose...no, I believe you will never lose." .”

Wen Yumu curled his lips, "Then I must not disappoint your trust."

Xue Yi held his hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

……

Three days later.

The time to discuss swords has arrived.

Without any proof or publicity, the frontier is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

The figures in the rivers and lakes of the two countries frantically rushed to Xuancheng and Tianhuocheng, just to catch a glimpse of this grand event.

Wen Yumu was originally an unknown person, but he became famous because of a post on swordsmanship, and countless people were discussing him.

Who is he?

where is he from?

He is actually a flower seal?

He is already married?

There are so many kinds of things that are so unimaginable that everyone who knows about it can't understand why a flower seal can stand at the same height as the Great Sword Master.

But this happened to be approved by the Great Sword Master himself, otherwise he would not have posted a post on swords.

The sword post itself is a kind of great recognition and respect.

The location of the Sword Discussion is not a secret. Over the past few days, more and more people have gathered there. Some people are waiting there almost non-stop, just to occupy a good position to watch the battle.

Seeing that the scene was getting bigger and bigger, General Huang waved his hand, "Call ten thousand elite soldiers, let's set off together!"

Originally, several generals in the army had to go, but at first they only planned to bring their own personal guards, not so many people.

Now that the scene is so big, it is necessary to bring more people to maintain order.

Xu Lingfeng said: "Nanyue will definitely lead troops there as well. They are martial artists, and there are more people from Jianghu than us."

"That's right, you don't lose if you lose, Marshal, why don't we bring 2 people!" General Li said in a loud voice, waving his muscular arms.

Huang Gan stared, "Nonsense! With 2 people, the city is not defending?"

"That's it! As for who can go and who can't, I'll give you a day to figure out how to choose!"

As soon as this remark came out, several lieutenants were discouraged, and began to fight for the spot eagerly.At the end of the fight, it became a military camp competition.

The discussion on swords hasn't started yet, but there are many martial arts competitions here in full swing.

Early in the morning on March [-]th, General Huang and several lieutenants got up, assembled their troops, and lined up to set off.

Before that, a team of front soldiers were sent to the scene to maintain order and restrain those Jianghu people.

On the contrary, Wen Yumu, the protagonist of Lunjian, slept until he woke up naturally, had breakfast, and then slowly prepared to set off.

But when they arrive, the number of people will be counted here.

Seeing him coming, General Huang smiled and pointed to a maroon horse, "Vice General Wen, this Hualiu horse is for you."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to another black horse beside him, and said to Xue Yi: "Supervisor Xue, this black horse is for you."

"Thank you Marshal." The two of them thanked each other and got on their horses.

The two horses are very handsome and docile, well-trained, and they don't wobble at all when they sit on them.

Even though the military regulations are strict, there are countless eyes on Wen Yumu either explicitly or secretly.

Most people can only see his back, white and slender, with black hair like a waterfall.

He was riding on a horse, wearing only a thin ancient bronze sword, and his hair was tied into a ponytail with a headband, flying gently with the wind.

The clothes are still Huayin's unique gauze gown, which makes him look like a flying fairy.

Maybe it's because his temperament is too dusty, so although he doesn't seem to be a master, he has an aura inexplicably, and he looks a little powerful.

General Huang gave the signal, "Let's go!"

The sound of drums and trumpets sounded, the gates of the city slowly opened, and the neatly arranged troops came out.

There are also many courageous residents who followed the army out of the city, wanting to watch the martial arts competition.

The whole army was lightly dressed, trotting all the way, and finally arrived a hundred miles outside the city before noon.

The place where the sword is discussed is here.

Here is a plain, south of the plain is a large forest, north of it is Hanging City, and south of it is Skyfire City.

Xuancheng and Tianhuocheng are more than [-] miles apart, so the location of the sword discussion was chosen in the middle of the two cities.

The terrain here is open, and there is no fear of any side hiding people secretly.

"I heard that Qi Guo's flower seal defeated Bai Mucuo, and he has some skills, but the Great Sword Master is sure to win."

"The Great Sword Master's public discussion of the sword is to severely damage Qi Guomin's morale and the army's morale. This plan is very clever."

"Extremely, extremely. The Great Sword Master must be very confident in this battle. Compared with the Great Sword Master, Xiao Xiaohuayin is like a firefly and a bright moon, not worth mentioning."

In South Vietnam, the Great Sword Saint has a great reputation and can be called the god of war.

At Daqi's place, he hesitated.

"Is this okay? What if I lose?"

"Go, go, stop the crow's mouth. Besides, if you lose, you lose. People dare to go up for a single flower seal. It's not shameful to lose. Otherwise, you can do it."

"I can't, I won't go. But I still have to say, what should I do if I lose, so many people are watching, if I lose, what will my face be?"

"That's right. If it doesn't work, it's better not to go, so as not to lose face."

All kinds of voices were noisy, and Old General Huang shouted, "Quiet me!"

Although he was old, his voice was like a bell, majestic and majestic, everyone dared not to follow, and all of a sudden became quiet.

On the Nanyue side, Emperor Di Luojia came personally with his soldiers and horses. Seeing this, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "General Huang really deserves his reputation."

General Huang also cupped his hands, "Your Majesty's praise."

He turned his eyes to the man who was riding alongside the emperor on horseback. It was a slender man with extremely fair skin, profound facial features, reddish curly hair, and distinct blood of different races.

He is 36 years old this year, but looks very young, as if in his early twenties.

He was holding a sword, the blade was simple, slightly wider, and longer than ordinary swords.

Although an inch is stronger than an inch, the longer a sword is, the more difficult it is to control it.

He is carrying such a sword, and it is definitely not a different sword theory—then, it means that he has extremely profound attainments.

This one must be Tie Moyi, the Great Sword Saint of Nanyue.

While Huang Gan was looking at him, he opened his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Yumu with cold eyes.

Di Luojia laughed softly, "Teacher, the person riding the black horse next to Wen Yumu must be his husband, Xue Yi."

"According to my spies' report, this man is highly skilled in martial arts. He can kill Junior Brother Bai Mucuo within a hundred moves. It is difficult to crack, but his weakness is also very obvious. After all, he is a flower seal, and he can't let go of these petty loves."

Tie Moyi's light-colored eyes turned to him, "Your Majesty, this battle is about swords."

Di Luojia laughed, "If you win, then it will be upright."

If he loses, then he will do whatever it takes to win!

Tie Moyi heard his overtones and fell silent.

Di Luojia didn't take it seriously, even if the teacher was dissatisfied, he couldn't bear to blame him.

As the one who was favored since he was a child, he has always been confident.

General Huang stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, since the time is up, let's start."

Di Luogalang laughed, "That's natural."

He waved his hand, "Back 50 meters."

General Huang also ordered to retreat 50 meters.

The two sides were already 200 meters apart, but once they retreated, a space of [-] meters was left.

Wen Yumu got off his horse and stepped forward holding his sword.

The same goes for Tie Moyi.

The two of them stood in the middle, looking at each other.

"Your sword is very good." Tie Moyi said.

Wen Yumu smiled slightly, "Your ones are pretty good too."

Tie Moyi pulled out his sword, "This sword is called Thunder. It was made by my father and has been with me for more than [-] years. He is very happy to be able to fight with you today."

Wen Yu Mu Xijian unsheathed, "My sword is called Yuchang, a famous sword in ancient times. It was won by my husband and given to me during the Lantern Festival last year. I love it very much. It is also very happy in this battle."

"Then, let's get started."

"Please advise."

After the words fell, Wen Yu Mu moved aside to avoid his stabbing sword.

This is the beginning of the sword contest.

Tie Moyi holds a long sword and uses the advantage of distance to block Wen Yumu's escape trajectory, but Wen Yumu is like a fallen leaf, a light feather, you can always get close to him, but the moment he gets close, he It seems to be pushed away by the wind, and I can't touch it.

Those who were on the sidelines of the battle did not expect that they would be so violent as soon as they came up. They all stared straight at each other, staring intently, unwilling to blink.

In the arena, the two of them had gone through ten tricks in an instant, and neither of them got a favor.

The frightening competition watched by everyone outside the arena, but to them, it was just an appetizer to test each other.

Tie Moyi's pupils shrunk slightly, his blood boiled inside his body, and he said happily, "Okay! Let's fight!"

He is like a battle maniac, the stronger the enemy, the more excited he is.

Wen Yumu also admired his talent sincerely. His body was tempered by spirit dew, so it can be said to be perfect.

Tie Moyi is a born martial arts genius, almost standing at the pinnacle of human beings with his own abilities.

His fighting spirit broke out, and Wen Yumu didn't give in too much.

"If you want to fight, then come!"

Tear off the gentleness of etiquette, revealing a fierce and unruly killing intent.

Disobedient to the sky, disobedient to the earth, defiant of everything, he wants to kill all the enemies ahead.

If it wasn't for the madness that was close to destruction, how could a doomsday moon god be created?

His paranoia and madness have always been hidden under a round and beautiful shell. Once broken, he screams out a scream of death that trembles the world.

The sound of hand-to-hand combat continued to sound, one move, one style, so fast, so ruthless.

Human eyes can barely keep up with their speed, only they can do it, this is a battle that only belongs to the top powerhouses.

The noon sun shone overhead, and it should have been a slightly warm sun, but everyone present was covered in cold sweat.

The battle is still going on, without the slightest fancy, every move is aimed at the vital point.

They didn't even bother to pull away the gyre.

The sword and the sword are colliding, and there are two hundred moves in a blink of an eye.

In such a high-intensity fight, one side will gradually show its decline.

Huang Gan, Di Luojia and others couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at the situation on the court.

People who know how to do it can see it more clearly than those who don't. The outcome of the two has gradually become clear.

I saw the shadow of the sword shining under the dazzling sunlight.

The rapier seemed weak, but it always blocked every attack with precision and sharpness. The long sword came through the wind, and gradually revealed its 'clumsiness' in front of the rapier, which was as nimble as a snake.

Soon, the long sword will be entangled to death by the thin sword.

Huang Gan and the others opened their eyes wide, unconsciously panting excitedly.

To win, it turns out that we are going to win!

After defeating the Great Sword Saint, all the glory belongs to Da Qi!

The light in Diroga's eyes froze, and there was boundless darkness in them.

He held the bow and arrow hanging on the horse's back in his hand, and in the quiver on the other side, the arrow feathers were straight and straight, and the arrow tip was sharp, shining with a faint blue light.

Finally, the long sword's decline was obvious, and everyone outside the field could see it clearly.

All the people in South Vietnam cried out in disbelief, "No——!!!"

The slender fish intestines dodged Thunder with a sword, and the moment he passed by, Wen Yumu turned his wrist and was about to stab the sword into Tie Moyi's chest.

Diroga slapped the longbow and shot an arrow.

The sharp arrow came with a strong wind, Wen Yumu dodged, but his men didn't stop, still sending the sword into Tie Moyi's flesh and blood.

It was only half an inch because of the need to avoid the bow and arrow.

The blood blossomed, and the Tie Moyi fell backwards. Di Luojia's heart was full of boundless anger, and the tip of the arrow turned and shot at Xue Yi.

The longbow shot out continuously, and the three sharp arrows flew towards Xue Yi like flying, and they were in front of him suddenly, and there was no way to avoid it.

Wen Yumu was terrified, he didn't care about any great sword master, and went towards Xue Yi with all his strength.

At that moment, his speed was extremely fast, and he jumped with almost no afterimage, and he caught up with the sharp arrow that was flying.

He deflected the first arrow, pinched the second arrow, but couldn't block the third arrow, so he had to use his body to catch the arrow forcefully.

"Despicable and shameless! Di Luojia, today's revenge, I will definitely pay you back a hundred times!" The pain spread along with the roar, and the shrill voice was engraved into everyone's heart.

Wen Yumu didn't dare to imagine that if he didn't make it in time, he would lose Xue Yi on the spot.

He can't stand it!

Di Luojia sneered viciously, rode his horse into the arena, snatched Tie Moyi back, and put him on his horse.

Anyone can say cruel words, let's talk about revenge after you get through this test first.

"Wen Yumu, enjoy the peacock feather I gave you, I will never forget the revenge you have for hurting my teacher!"

"Nanyue Strange Poison Peacock Feather?!" Xu Lingfeng's face turned pale, "That's, but... an unsolvable poison."

"Come on, be alert, pass on to the military doctor!" Huang Gan shouted decisively.

The shield soldiers held their shields and erected a wall in front of them, and the two military doctors who were watching the excitement rushed over.

Huang Qiandao: "Fortunately, I hurt my back, and there is still time to cut off the carrion, release the poisonous blood, and scrape the bone to heal the poison!"

The military doctor did not dare to be negligent, one prepared tools, and the other took out silver needles to seal the acupoints to prevent poisonous blood from flowing into the lungs.

Xue Yi didn't know what he had experienced. At this moment, he seemed to have crossed countless lives and deaths.

Tears were silently covering his cheeks, he tremblingly embraced Wen Yumu who was lying in his arms, "No, don't, don't..."

"Mumu, hold on, hold on, don't leave me."

"Please, please..."

Wen Yumu's face was pale, but his lips were abnormally red. He grabbed Xue Yi's hand and said with difficulty: "No, nothing will happen."

"Don't cry..."

His vitality was draining, Xue Yi could almost clearly hear the sound of him leaving bit by bit,

No, he must be crazy, crazy.

Why did Mu Mu leave?How could he go? !

The military doctor took the pulse tremblingly, Huang Gan urged, "Hurry up! What are you waiting for?!"

The military doctor knelt on the ground with a plop, "No, you can't, General Wen, he, he is pregnant, if you let go of the Meridian Sealing Needle at this time, before you have time to scrape the poison, the blood will already flow into the fetus in the abdomen, it's too close , too close...the humble minister is incompetent..."

This poison is too overbearing, black blood has flowed from the silver needle for sealing the pulse, and the silver needle has gradually turned black, and it can't be sealed when I see it.

Xue Yi listened numbly, feeling hopeless in his heart, and just wanted to go with him together.

Suddenly, he felt something lightly stuffed into the palm of his hand, round, small, and cold.

This is……?

He woke up suddenly, it was Mu Mu who gave it to him!

He hurriedly raised his hand to inspect it, and found that it was actually a small elixir, and the golden liquid was flowing slowly in it, mysterious and mysterious.

"This, this is useful!" He yelled in surprise, and with trembling fingers, he delivered the golden pill into Wen Yumu's mouth.

Huang Qian and the others had no time to stop them, "What kind of medicine is this, how can you take it indiscriminately?"

Strangely, as soon as the elixir was taken in, Wen Yumu's complexion visibly recovered to the naked eye. The overbearing poisonous blood slowly faded away as if it had encountered a nemesis, and condensed into black and blue blood beads, which were captured by the blood. Squeeze out of the body along the wound.

This, this is, okay?