The bright moon sits on the ground

Wen Zhanxing has always kept his word.

When he said he wanted to persuade Zhang Rui to abandon evil and do good, he meant to persuade her to abandon evil and do good.

So Wen Zhanxing reappeared in the crowd the next day—too an eyesore, like a flea, Zhang Rui thought.

Although she uttered harsh words yesterday, saying that she would decide the winner within a day, Fang Qisheng was not there. In addition, she was severely scolded by Zhang Shuangbi after she went back last night. Even Zhang Rui If you don't want to, you have to hold this second martial arts competition to recruit relatives.

Wait,? She always catches the snitch.

Zhang Rui ground her teeth, looked left and right, and said, "Sister-in-law, brother-in-law didn't come today? Don't you make him run away in anger? You obviously don't allow others to play tricks on him, but you like to play tricks on him behind your back." I don’t even know what to say about you.”

Zhang Yu's fingers were entangled casually in her hair, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, "What do you know?"

Yes, I don't understand you.

I'll go to the martial arts competition, okay?

Ever since the Devil's Cult's right guardian came to the scene, those who had no real skills dared not show up. It can be seen how much water was mixed into the previous competition.However,? He can't always defend the ring. No matter how good his martial arts are, he will fight one by one for a whole day. .

Zhang Rui was concerned about this, so he temporarily changed the rules, "Two-two competitions first, and then compete with him after the winner is determined."

In this way, the right protector can also have a chance to breathe, right?

She raised her eyes and looked at the crowd below, and after a while, she saw the fox-faced right protector in white in a small corner, hiding in the darkness not far away, with a bamboo hat covering her face, The leader in a black robe and holding a sword box.

One is white and one is black, one is wearing a mask and the other is wearing a bamboo hat. Isn't this a bit too obvious?

"I remember you told me that the relationship between the two of them is very good, right?" Zhang Rui was thoughtful.

"It's because I'm about to invite others to a wedding." Zhang Yu corrected lightly.

"I know! You don't need to remind me of this!" Zhang Rui was annoyed and amused, "Brother Qi has always been romantic, sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows. Sister, you are also a family person. You know that I am lonely, but you still emphasize to me They are a couple, are they trying to deliberately dissuade me?"

After she calmed down, she asked again: "Are you sure the two of them are here to compete, not to flirt?"

It was rare for Zhang Concubine to choke on her unabashed words, coughed, and said, "Ruirui, don't say such shocking things so easily... As for how things will develop, it's not me It's something that can be decided."

This is indeed the case.So Zhang Rui had no choice but to ask: "By the way, will Brother Qi come today?"

"He has never climbed a high platform, and the wind is strong today, and he will definitely catch a cold when he comes." Zhang Yu said, "Put your little thoughts away, isn't it enough for my elder brother to plead for you last night? Now I want him to do it again." What?"

Is that called pleading?Just a few words of persuasion from a distance, the tone was weak, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, it was clearly a look of watching a show.

If it is said who is the most duplicity person in the world, the person who loves to act the most, and who loves to pretend to be innocent, Zhang Rui will say Zhang Qi's name without hesitation.He's not really hiding his clumsiness anymore, sometimes Zhang Rui thinks he's just a bluff.

She wanted Zhang Qi to come over, but she just wanted him to see if the right guard's saber technique was similar to that of an old man.

Zhang Yu is not good at this, at most she knows a little bit, but she can't see it.

"Sister, I remember that Master Chang is from the Western Regions, right?" Zhang Rui asked, rubbing his chin.

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" Zhang Yu thought for a while and said, "The reason why the Demon Cult is regarded as a heresy and rejected by the righteous way is because they are not from the Central Plains, but came from the vast desert in the northwest. Burning, killing, looting, greed, attacking cities and seizing land, seizing fields... Afterwards, the twelve knights of the righteous way stepped forward to fight against them, forcing them to the north, which is now the head of the Demon Cult. A line of balance has been maintained."

"The Devil's Cult was originally from the Western Regions, and later people from the Central Plains joined in. Now, the Demon's Cult is no longer the original Demon's Cult. Even though they are still regarded as heretics, they are essentially no different from the righteous sects. "

"As for the question you asked, the leader Chang Jinyu is indeed from the Western Regions, and you can tell some clues from his appearance. However, I heard a few words from my father, because his mother was born by the water, he is a very A gentle woman, so his eyebrows and eyes are not all sharp, but also a little soft, of course, I have never seen this kind of gentleness."

Zhang Rui said: "Sister, do you know that the number of martial arts in the Western Regions can be seen at a glance?"

Without waiting for Zhang Yu to answer, she continued: "Vicious, violent, wild, clean, decisive, blood and flesh, cattle, sheep and eagle dogs, goat milk and barley, leather and gemstones, wind and sand and desert, marble piles. The temple tower and the revolving prayer wheel."

"That's all." Zhang Rui's gaze was erratic, and he didn't know what he was thinking, "You know this is enough."

Even though Zhang Yu didn't know much about these things, she could guess something from Zhang Rui's reaction. She was silent for a moment, and said tentatively: "Ruirui, do you think his martial arts are..."

"Maybe, maybe not." Zhang Rui didn't face this question directly, but chose to fool it, "But Uncle An must know."

How many secrets are hidden in it, perhaps only the people of the previous generation know.

Zhang Rui looked at the two fighting in the arena boredly, feeling bored, yawned lazily, stretched her waist, stretched her muscles, and then collapsed on the chair, covering Zhang Concubine's round fan on the On his face, he said: "Sister, call me up after the leader of the Demon Cult and the right protector come to the stage. Zhou Gong is calling me, I will go to him first."

After Zhang Yu had no time to answer, Zhang Rui closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became shallow and gentle.

I don't know if she is pretending to sleep or really fell asleep, and I can't wake her up anyway.

Zhang Concubine glanced at Zhang Rui helplessly. After all, she did not bother her. Instead, she pressed her knuckles against her chin, slightly pursed her lips, and although her eyes were looking at the center of the ring, what Zhang Rui just said still lingered in her mind. The remarks.

She didn't know how her little girl could see it, but one thing was certain.

Zhang Rui was born to learn martial arts, and she lived up to everyone's expectations. She has learned [-]% of Zhang Shuangbi's spear skills. Teeth and claws.

Therefore, Zhang Yu believes that Zhang Rui's intuition will not go wrong.

She was so sure, yet puzzled, it was the first time Zhang Concubine saw such contradictory emotions from Zhang Rui.

Zhang Yu frowned, thinking to herself, what Zhang Rui meant was that the right protector of the Demon Sect, Nie Qiu, had followed the same martial arts path as Chang Jinyu, the master of the former and current leader Fang Qisheng. Or rather similar.

In other words, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng are brothers?

But these two didn't act like senior brothers at all, and she had never heard of Chang Jinyu having other apprentices before.

It doesn't make any sense to speculate any further.Zhang Yu glanced calmly at Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng who were standing in the dark, one was white and the other was black; one was a knife, the other a sword; However, if what Zhang Rui said is correct, then their purpose of trying to enter Zhen'e Mansion is intriguing.

Zhang Yu's thoughts were racing, but Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng didn't notice it.

What they had discussed at the beginning was that Nie Qiu would go on stage first, while Fang Qisheng would wait for a while before following.

Then, Nie Qiu faced the battle, and everything after that was a matter of course.

Although many unexpected situations happened, the goal was achieved after all, so Fang Qisheng was in a good mood.

There were people beating gongs and drums, cheering, cheering, laughing and shouting, the crowd was bustling and lively.

When Nie Qiu stepped onto the ring, the people below quickly recognized him—or rather, they recognized the porcelain-white mask.

A newcomer, driven by curiosity, pulled a random person and asked, "Who is this? Why are you all cheering? Is he famous? A disciple of any sect? What kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

"At first glance, you are just here. This young hero is called 'White Fox Face', and he defeated yesterday's challenger with just two moves. Here, do you see the long knife on his waist? /Horse/Knife, fierce and powerful. His saber skills are simple and clean, without those small postures deliberately put on for show, he is a real person, but he doesn't know where the magic is."

As soon as the people next to him asked, they poured out everything they had seen and heard like pouring beans. "Don't believe it?" At the end, he was still afraid that this person would not believe what he said, so he asked the person next to him, "Young hero, do you think so?"

Hearing the words, the man in the black robe holding the sword and standing against the wall chuckled imperceptibly, and said, "He said it well." Obviously he was not a person who liked to chat with others, and he raised his hand and pressed the bamboo hat on his head. , just walked past them, the breeze only lifted a corner of the hanging tulle, not even showing his chin, and naturally no one saw his burning eyes that looked like flames.

The two people who stayed there looked at each other for a while, and suddenly one person asked, "Did this person stand there before?"

The other person really couldn't remember, and shook his head, only feeling the cold sweat on his back, it was really creepy.

The competition arena is painted with a layer of ochre-red lacquer, decorated with red silk and white drums, and the sky with flowing clouds is the curtain.

Fang Qisheng walked through the crowd, and heard "Is anyone going to challenge this knight?", "No one dares to go", and "He is probably the first one in this martial arts competition to recruit relatives." , It will disperse at the touch of a touch, and it will not attract him to stay for a while.

The white-clothed swordsman stood in the middle of the ring, his face was obviously wearing a fox mask, once the color of the white porcelain was covered, his face could not be seen clearly, even the eyes were only slits, and the distance was far away. But Fang Qisheng just knew that he was looking at him.

Over the crowds, the sound of drums, the sound of gongs, the breath of dead grass in late autumn, and the cool breeze blowing gently.

I don't know if it was because of Nie Qiu's influence. When Fang Qisheng stepped on the first step, he thought, it seems that it is too obvious. This is not like a group, but more like a couple. Red candles, the ground is the banquet, all spectators and visitors are guests, those who beat the gongs and drums are invited to cheer, the sword is used to stir up the hijab Ruyi, and the knife is the wedding wine drunk between toasts and chips.

He felt that Nie Qiu was going to reach out to lead him to worship in the next moment.

This probably means that if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black.

He shook his head secretly in his heart, smiled inexplicably, stepped on the last step, and stood on the ring.

Amid the uproar, Nie Qiu asked, "Are you here to challenge me?"

The articulation is very light, which is deliberate indifference and unfamiliarity.

Fang Qisheng took a few steps forward, stood still in the middle of the ring, lowered his voice, and said, "It's too obvious."

There was a smile in Nie Qiu's eyes, clear and shallow, and he followed his example, and replied in a low voice: "It's not my fault, it's because your purpose is too clear... Shengsheng, when you walked over, you didn't even go to the high platform. Take a look up."

Obviously it was a martial arts competition to recruit relatives for the purpose of marrying Zhang Rui, the young lady of Zhen'e Mansion, which was putting the cart before the horse.

It is probably too late to look at it now, so it is better to make a mistake to the end.

Fang Qisheng untied the leather rope buckle on his shoulder, put the sword case with black background and gold pattern on the ground, and reminded Nie Qiu by the way: "I will put it here, remember not to kick the sword case, this thing is quite heavy."

After that, he pulled out the Remnant Wind Sword with his backhand, casually drew a sword flower in the air, raised his hand in a gesture, his eyes were like fire, and he looked like some kind of beast hiding in the dark jungle, greedy and tireless.

Then he opened his lips and said in a volume that everyone could hear, "Please."

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