The bright moon sits on the ground

This is what Fang Qisheng saw when he bought glutinous rice dumplings and came back.

On the competition arena, Zhang Rui confronted the man in Tsing Yi, their swords drawn; Nie Qiu stood aside, wearing a white fox mask on his face, so he couldn't see his expression clearly; Zhang Yu and Jia Zhaozheng ordered their attendants to disperse the people watching from the arena.

Fang Qisheng's remaining mouthful of glutinous rice dumpling was in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

He looked at Nie Qiu, and his eyes signaled: What's the matter?How did you get up there?what are they doing

Seeing Fang Qisheng approaching, Nie Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his lips moved slightly. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he quickly stepped back a few steps , and landed in the ring, lest the attack of those two would affect him.

The wind blew up the clothes white as cold snow, roared, and then backed up again, condensing on a long/spear.

Zhang Rui turned around, bent her knees and raised her legs, and kicked up the water gun embedded in the gap. The long / gun spun a few times in mid-air, summoning the sound of hunting wind, and then fell again, and then She lazily raised her right arm, and firmly gathered the spear/spear between her five fingers.

Wen Zhanxing only felt a blur in front of his eyes, a white light suddenly appeared, and the water gun was already approaching him.

Her marksmanship is like rushing thunder, like raging waves, and like a group of raging flames. She learned it from Zhen'e King Zhang Shuangbi.

When Zhang Shuangbi was young, he fought with the ancestors in all directions, conquering cities with golden weapons and iron horses. The iron chain chain, once won the head of an enemy general with a single-style carbine gun, and once soaked in blood, played music with golden drums in the cold autumn wind, singing a song "Guanshanyue".

When the overall situation is settled, he will take the initiative to hand over the military power and never interfere in the affairs of the court. Even if he still has the title of King Zhen'e, the power he holds is not [-]% of that of the other princes - this is something that the Jia family can easily The reason for climbing Zhen'ewang.

In terms of marksmanship, Zhang Shuangbi should be number one in the world.

But he has always disliked being in the limelight, and after he got older, he gradually disappeared from people's memory.

Zhang Rui inherited his marksmanship, that's why she can be domineering in Zhen'e City. No one has ever dared to challenge her directly.

As for Zhang Qi, the eldest son of the Zhang family, he was weak and did not practice martial arts.

Idle, frivolous, dissolute, with only a good appearance, people are afraid to avoid him, but some young girls who don't know the world like him, so he is just talking on paper, After studying some superficial martial arts methods, they are all difficult to be refined. Zhang Shuangbi's marksmanship has not been learned by him at all.

But Zhang Yu really has no talent in martial arts, so she only learned some self-defense techniques from Zhang Shuangbi.

Nie Qiu sighed softly, thinking, but Wen Zhanxing's martial arts are not bad. To put it bluntly, his martial arts are among the best even in the righteous way. He was beaten into a disability.

Sure enough, Wen Zhanxing only hesitated for a moment, probably thinking whether to do something to this girl.

But Zhang Rui's approach was menacing, so he no longer hesitated, and drew out the Qingyang sword with his backhand, and the horizontal sword blocked the attack of the spear.

An ear-piercing hum resounded through the arena. Zhang Rui didn't expect that the swordsman had some real skills. His eyes flickered, and he decided not to confront him head-on. Let the Qingyang sword get rid of it.

Wen Zhanxing's expression remained unchanged, he turned his wrist, and the blade of the sword brushed against the tip of the water gun, releasing her force easily.

"I didn't intend to meet the girl with swords." He said with lowered eyes, the sword turned around, and the strength suddenly increased. He took a step forward with his left foot and stepped on the end of the handle that Zhang Rui had no time to retract. The handle of the gun was about to be drawn on her face, her face turned pale, she suddenly raised her knee, and pressed it against Wen Zhanxing's chest, ruthlessly and mercilessly.

Nie Qiu could see clearly from the side that Wen Zhanxing originally wanted to disarm, and then he would hold down the barrel of the water gun for Zhang Rui.

Presumably, he has a gentle temper and knows the truth of beating someone without slapping his face, so it is impossible for him to really do something to a little girl like Zhang Rui.

Who would have expected Zhang Rui to react so quickly, even if he was about to be slapped in the face, he would fight back.

Then, after catching the gun, Wen Zhanxing, who was hit hard in the chest again, coughed sullenly, and was stunned for a moment.

Fang Qisheng has moved to a few steps away from Nie Qiu and watched for a long time.

The glutinous rice dumpling made of peach blossoms was finally swallowed by him, and then he took out the last piece of sweet and greasy white dumpling from the paper bag. He originally wanted to pass it to Nie Qiu, but he was concerned that they would have to compete in martial arts afterwards. There was a big fight in the arena, and now I have to pretend not to know each other. After thinking about it, I didn't give it to him, so I could only enjoy it myself.

Nie Qiu subtly breathed a sigh of relief under the mask: he finally escaped.

After all, that thing looked too sweet. After he ate it, he might get tired of it for a long time and didn't want to talk.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng were watching a play, while Zhang Yu and Jia Zhao were thinking about how to persuade them to fight.

On the high platform, Zhang Yu pondered for a moment, then handed the walnut to Lingxi, "Use this to throw Ruirui, she should be sober, right?"

Lingxi quickly pushed the walnut back and insisted, "I don't dare to hurt the young lady."

Seeing this, Jia Zhao, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said, "I have an idea."

Zhang Yu was a little surprised. She looked at Jia Zhao, narrowed her eyes, and let out a chuckle of unknown meaning. She shook the fan in her hand, then put it down, raised her chin slightly, and said with a smile: "My husband never interferes." The matter of the Zhang family, is this to repay my favor now?"

Jia Zhao suddenly remembered the farce in Zhang's concubine's room.

Residual fragrance, pipa, golden hairpin, blood, even now, he still has lingering fears when he thinks of that incident, after he opened his mouth and said "yes", he couldn't help but look away, avoiding her burning gaze, and collected himself, Speak your mind.

"Not a bad idea either."

After Zhang Yu listened, there was no unnecessary expression on her face. She brushed her loose temple hair behind her ears, and whispered a few words in Jia Zhao's ear.

"However, it's not enough to repay the favor you owe." She said, "So, although I'm sorry Ruirui, I won't take it."

The warm breath sprinkled on the pinna, Jia Zhao lost his mind for a moment, but after realizing the meaning of Zhang Yu's words, he suddenly got up, startled and angry, no matter what the etiquette was, he flicked his sleeves, as if fleeing left.

As for Wen Zhanxing and Zhang Rui, Wen Zhanxing suffered from pain, and a momentary flaw was revealed in the shock, which happened to be caught by Zhang Rui. Without any hesitation, she locked Wen Zhanxing's neck with her white arms like lotus roots , stumbled, and there were two bangs and bangs, the water gun and the Qingyang sword fell to the ground one after another, Zhang Rui turned back and pressed Wen Zhanxing on the stage of the ring.

After Wen Zhanxing felt the icy touch of the ground, Zhang Rui's knees firmly pressed against his back, and then, he nailed the water gun to two inches from his ear, and pressed his hands up, not too hard grabbing the back of his neck.

"Are you showing mercy to me?" She paused every word, and scolded furiously, "Bastard! Are you looking down on me?"

Fang Qisheng swallowed the last glutinous rice dumpling, and said meaningfully: "It seems that I should get along with her."

Nie Qiu immediately realized that what he said was alluding to himself, so he reached out secretly, put his hand under the sleeve robe, pinched Fang Qisheng's fingertips, and said coquettishly in a soft and familiar voice, "Didn't I already promise you?"

He paused, and then explained: "Wen Zhanxing has such a personality, and he basically doesn't know how to be cruel. I'm different from him."

Wen Zhanxing?

The name sounds a little familiar.

Before, when he was in Xiayan City, Nie Qiu got drunk and said for no reason, "Wen Zhanxing of the righteous way, it's okay."

Fang Qisheng became inexplicably vigilant, thinking to himself, there must be some story about them before, right?

But he didn't have time to ask, because Zhang Rui's voice sounded again in the ring.

"Wen Zhanxing, speak up! Do you not have a long mouth? Or is your name not Wen Zhanxing?" Zhang Rui wished to slap this person awake, and patiently said it again, "I ask you, why?" Do you want to show mercy to me?"

After a while, Wen Zhanxing finally opened his mouth.

"As I said, I didn't intend to meet the girl with swords." His voice was a little trembling, with a nervous look, and the tips of his ears were red, "Well, Miss Zhang Rui, there is an old saying that men and women can't accept each other Dear, so can you not get so close to me..."

Zhang Rui "hissed" and backed away quickly, but his other hand was still holding the water gun tightly, and the tip of the gun was resting on Wen Zhanxing's neck.

"Which dynasty do you live in?" Zhang Rui frowned and said, "You are still a swordsman, I have never seen you... such a rigid and stubborn person, you are afraid in your bones. It's all stuffed with old, rotten red tape."

A good-looking person, who is obviously pleasing to the eye, why is there something wrong with his head?

Seeing her pull away, Wen Zhanxing finally seemed to be able to catch his breath, and his face returned to normal.

"Are you someone sent by my father?"

As Zhang Rui said, she thought again, no, her father should be the person who hates this kind of character the most.

"Miss misunderstood, I was just passing through here. Seeing this kind of scene, seeing the injustice on the road, I must draw my sword to help."

Old and rigid, bad guy, nosy, obviously just a stupid young man, wasting all his martial arts in vain.

"Since you are just passing by, don't meddle in other people's affairs." Zhang Rui pulled out the squirt gun, stepped back a few steps, and said, "I don't want to waste any more time with people like you. I'm not in a bad mood now. Get out of here now."

Wen Zhanxing stood up, patted the dust on his body, smoothed out the wrinkles, picked up his Qingyang sword, and put it back into the sheath—his hair was tangled together, messy, like a stalk There were a few more reptiles on the orchid grass, which looked very uncoordinated, but Zhang Rui didn't want to remind him of this, and she felt it was a waste of time to say a few more words.

Then, Wen Zhanxing's eyes were firm, and he said: "Miss Zhang Rui, I see that you are not a stubborn person, and you must still have kind thoughts in your heart. How do you hold back your bad temper."

Zhang Rui subconsciously wanted to refute his words, but an inexplicable sense of fatigue rose in her heart, and she didn't bother to care about him anymore. She rolled her eyes, picked up three weapons, and walked up the high platform, waving her hands and saying: "It's gone, it's gone!" , Let’s talk about the martial arts competition tomorrow.”

Wen Zhanxing was not shaken by Zhang Rui's attitude.

He shouted: "Girl, I will come tomorrow!"