Reborn Enemy

After the great battle, everyone needed to adjust their breathing and recover more now. Zhou Qiu was still a little worried and wanted to go outside to arrange his disciples to investigate and defend himself. Therefore, after saying a few words, everyone went to the guest room to rest, and waited until the evening , Zhou Qiucai sent his disciples to invite him.

Zhou Qiu hosted a banquet on the Liushui Building to thank everyone. The Liushui Building has two floors. On the lower floor, Nie Yu greeted the disciples of Feijian Palace and Guilingzong, and on the upper floor, Zhou Qiu personally entertained important people.

There are no walls on the upper floor, and there are pillars and railings on all sides. It is very open and can accommodate nearly a hundred people for banquets.All disciples of Guangling are familiar with rhythm, and the environment in the door is beautiful and full of elegance.Exquisite bamboo mats are spread in the seats, and there is a small table in front of everyone, with fairy fruit and fine nectar on it.There is no cold pearly light, a row of hexagonal palace lanterns are hung under the eaves, inside are burning candles that will never go out for a thousand years, and there is a boundless sea of ​​bamboo downstairs, and Zhou Qiu also arranged for his disciples to play the piano in the small pavilion opposite to add to the fun.

The waves of bamboo rise and fall, and the sound of the piano flows.

Not many people appreciate such a beautiful scenery, and almost everyone's eyes are on one person.

The man sat casually, and occasionally leaned over to chat and laugh with others, but he didn't feel improper at all. He had the demeanor of a noble family engraved in his bones. There was obviously no ornament on the snow-white robe, but it was inexplicable. Exude a touch of luxury.

Gu Pinglin pinched the jade cup in front of him and pursed his lips.

Zhou Qiu persuaded him to drink in person: "The Guangling Sect's escape from danger is all thanks to the Pavilion Master and fellow Taoists."

Everyone said politely and raised their glasses to agree.

The Taoist supervisor of Guiling Sect smiled and said: "If it wasn't for the Pavilion Master, we would probably still be struggling and waiting for rescue. I should thank the Pavilion Master for this cup."

As soon as he finished speaking, a harsh voice sounded from the side: "It's just a coincidence that what happened to Jiuzhaoyuan happened, Wei Fengshi was willing to retreat. It would be an exaggeration to say that it was all due to the pavilion master."

But it was Feijian Gong Yangzhao.

Everyone frowned unanimously, but because of the power of Feijian Palace and Yu Wuxue's face, it was hard to say anything about him.

The Zhou sisters were arranging for their disciples to serve wine, but they stopped when they heard the words, Zhou Caige said: "Brother Yang is joking!"

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, and cupped his hands towards the Pavilion Master: "I, Yang Zhao, always speak up when I have something to say, and I'm not used to hypocrisy and politeness. Please forgive me, Pavilion Master."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and Gu Pinglin couldn't help letting go of his wine glass.

This child has no self-knowledge.In terms of cultivation alone, Wei Fengshi is almost invincible. If he had come two days earlier, the Fuxi formation would not be able to keep the Guangling faction.Flying Sword Palace is known as the number one sword sect, but Fang Zhongyuan, the strongest elder, may not have dared to confront Master Wei Feng head-on when he was alive. This Yang Zhao was favored by the master Yu Wuxue because of his innate sword spirit. Yu Wuxue was probably worried. He came from a humble background, and his disposition was not in line with Feijian Palace's swordsmanship, so he deliberately encouraged his arrogance, so that he developed such an annoying temperament.This son offended most of his fellow disciples, so he was instigated two years later to do the stupid thing of going alone into the mirror image, which cost him his life in vain.

Zhou Qiu held back his anger, put down his wine glass, and said with a smile: "Nephew Yang's words are wrong, it is not easy for the Sword King Pavilion to gain a foothold in the Blood Moon Miasma Valley. He appreciated it too."

He brought up Yu Wuxue because he felt that Yang Zhao would not be able to refute his master's words, but he didn't know that Yang Zhao was ignorant, and sneered: "My master is always polite to others, and a few compliments are for saving face. Could it be that people who listen can take it seriously and think Can I beat Flying Sword Palace? The pavilion master has not yet made a sword, but he claims to be the king of swords, which is hard to convince."

These words offended all the sword cultivators in the whole world of cultivation, not only Zhou Qiu and Tang Jian, but also several other great sword cultivators. After all, Zhao Yangzhao said so, and Yu Wuxue was "polite" with them Pass.

Yang Zhao was still complacent: "What does the pavilion master think?"

The owner of the pavilion put down his wine glass unhurriedly: "Jianwang Pavilion's business is for mutual benefit, not for convincing others."

Yang Zhao mocked: "I don't know if the pavilion master can rely on news to defeat the enemy every time?"

"Maybe." The pavilion master is also good-tempered, and said with a smile, "Sword King Pavilion has a wide range of news channels, and maybe the luck next time will be the same."

Yang Zhao choked for a moment, then sneered: "Since Guige is convincing people by eloquence, it's better to remove the word "Sword King."

"Good eloquence does not mean that you have no strength; if you don't use your sword, it is because it is unnecessary," the pavilion master said slowly. I have never seen a reckless man laughing at a wise man."

"Who are you talking about as a reckless man?" Yang Zhao was furious, and went up against the case.

The pavilion master said "Hey": "It's just a joke, why should Yang Daxiu be angry?"

"Could it be that the Pavilion Master's strength is just lip service?" Yang Zhao sneered, and summoned the Gufang Sword, "It's a pity that sword cultivators don't judge by eloquence. Today, Yang Zhao asked the Pavilion Master for advice."

Seeing that something was wrong, everyone stood up one after another to persuade them.

Elder Tang Jian of the Guangling School said: "The enemy has retreated, it's time to celebrate, why bother to spoil the scenery, and Master Nephew Wang Yang will give this old man a face."

"I just can't see people with vain names." Yang Zhao didn't show any face at all, pointing at the pavilion master, "Do you dare?"

The owner of the pavilion said: "Peace is the most important thing in the Sword King Pavilion, not to mention that it's not good for guests to do something at the master's house, it's too rude."

Yang Zhao said, "Or are you afraid to fight?"

He was not willing to let go, everyone had nothing to do, they all looked at the mountain lord Zhou Qiu, but seeing that Zhou Qiu was making his own decisions, he didn't say a word, and he had no intention of dissuading him, everyone understood it one after another, thinking that a few words of persuasion would be fine.

Yang Zhao is narrow-minded, relying on his status as the descendant of Feijian Palace, he doesn't look down on others, but he has indeed obtained the true inheritance of swordsmanship, and he can make Xuanming faction Yunhe suffer at the Dao Discussion Conference. He took the initiative to provoke the Lord of the Sword King Pavilion whose strength is unknown, and everyone was happy to watch the excitement, thinking that it would be better if he lost.As for the rest of the Feijian Palace disciples, some were equally proud that Yang Zhao would win, some hated Yang Zhao like everyone else, and there were a few sober ones who didn't dare to offend Yang Zhao, so they kept silent.

No one persuaded him, Yang Zhao was even more proud: "Stop talking nonsense, Pavilion Master dare to fight me?"

"This... oh!" The pavilion master sighed helplessly, took a sip from the wine glass in front of him, and then said, "How about this, you are a disciple of Feijian Palace, and I am the pavilion master of the Sword King Pavilion, so as not to let people say that I bully the younger generation , I will not use my sword today, if you can hurt me, you win."

As soon as the words came out, there was silence all around.

Sword repair can't make a sword, and defense is even more difficult.Flying Sword Palace is famous for its swordsmanship. Although Yang Zhao's cultivation base is not enough, he sat on the first stone chair at the seminar, and fighting across borders is no problem. No wonder he was so crazy that he thought he could rival Wei Fengshi.

As for the lord...

The crowd laughed bitterly.

The two are simply competing who is crazier.

Sure enough, Yang Zhao felt that he was underestimated, his face turned blue for a while, and he gritted his teeth and sneered: "I hope the pavilion master will not regret it."

He couldn't wait, the sword hadn't moved yet, but the sword intent was out, and all the sword cultivators present felt oppressed instantly, including Gu Pinglin.

This is the advantage of talent.This person's innate sword intent is really rare, even Qi Wan'er, Cheng Yi and others are inferior to him, if he doesn't seek death after two years and devotes himself to cultivating for decades, he will definitely achieve great success.

Gu Pinglin secretly thought it was a pity, and then looked at the other side.

Surrounded by sword intent, the pavilion master remained unmoved.

Probably out of intention to compare with him, Yang Zhao unleashed his innate sword intent without reservation, and walked towards him step by step. The sword intent in his body was stimulated to the extreme, forming a subtle sword energy visible to the naked eye, and a "hissing" sound sounded , shallow sword marks appeared on the lanterns and pillars.

Everyone was frightened, and each of them circulated their true energy to contend with it.

"Since you are here as a guest, don't disturb the master." Qingyue's voice sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the figure of the pavilion master disappeared from the seat.

At the beginning of night, the bamboo sea is gray, and the white clothes are like waves on the sea.

Yang Zhao snorted, followed and flew out of the Liushui Tower, and stepped on the Gufang Sword, using the Flying Sword Palace's sword control technique.There are four other flying swords hovering beside him. It turns out that the Gufang sword looks like one, but actually has five blades.

A hurricane was set off on the bamboo sea, the bamboo waves were turbulent, and the vast sword realm spread out. The flying sword with majestic sword energy, like shining white waves, rushed towards the opposite layer by layer, engulfing the white shadow in an instant!

Everyone immediately gathered around the railing to watch.

"Huangliang Menghui." Zhou Qiu realized this move with a solemn expression.

Tang Jian immediately said: "This... Pavilion Master is not good."

Yang Zhao used the famous move of Fang Zhongyuan, the number one sword repairer in the past, and the momentum was not weak. Everyone began to worry about the pavilion master and started talking in low voices.

Gu Pinglin didn't make a sound.

The same madness, one is completely unaware, the other knows the enemy and the enemy, there is no suspense in this battle.

After all the tricks, the light dimmed, and the white sword wave gradually subsided.

There is no figure of the pavilion master on the opposite side.

Everyone was speechless for a while, thinking that the pavilion master was injured and fell into the bamboo grove, Zhou Qiu was also hesitating whether to go there to see for himself, after all, the other party was a benefactor of the Guangling Sect.

Yang Zhao laughed loudly: "Sword King Pavilion, just has a false name! According to me..."

"Look over there!" Someone suddenly called downstairs.

The sword move had obviously calmed down, but there was still a ray of sword energy rippling over the bamboo sea, shining a faint white light, which never disappeared.

Yang Zhao put away his smile: "Huh?"

Everyone saw that something was wrong, and leaned on the railing to watch.The cultivator opened his night eyes, and in the eyes of many startled and suspicious eyes, the white sword energy became slower and slower, and finally condensed into a real shadow.

Cheers broke out downstairs, it was Nie Yu and his disciples.

"Wonderful!" Tang Jian clapped his palms and smiled, "Turn into sword energy, and talk about breaking moves, it's better to talk about making moves!"

Everyone in Zhou Qiu was full of praise.

Yang Zhao became angry from embarrassment: "It's too early to tell the outcome!"

After the next move, the pavilion master was still unscathed.

"I am the sword, and the sword is me. I mean the sword, and the sword means me. How can your sword hurt me?"

Yang Zhao was so angry that he trembled all over, and he continued to attack with the sword. He didn't know if he was too impatient or what happened. The following sword moves were inexplicably broken, and several flying swords would even change direction midway and collide with each other. , is like child's play.

The pavilion master was more relaxed and commented from time to time.

"The sword intent is weak, unfortunately, your sword skills are too poor."

"The sword is at least two inches off."

"Insufficient stamina."

"It's still not enough, come on, use your strongest sword move."

"Again."

"This kind of flaw that a three-year-old child can escape, but you haven't discovered it from the beginning to the end. It's sad."

"It's full of mistakes and omissions, and it's vulnerable."

"Such a poor swordsmanship, where does your arrogance come from?"

……

Probably because the night wind was too cold, the voice with a smile in his ears became extraordinarily cold.

However, the right sarcasm sounds more like pointing and condemning, and it doesn't make people feel excessive at all.Everyone said that he was taking the opportunity to teach Yang Zhao a lesson, and they were happy to see it succeed.

Zhou Qiu looked around and smiled, "Young people are too high-minded, it's good to learn some lessons."

The crowd nodded yes.

Only Gu Pinglin turned pale.

Flying Sword Palace's swordsmanship is well-known, how could Yang Zhao be so vulnerable, he was safe and sound, not only because of the super strong sword intent that affected Yang Zhao's sword energy, but also because of his higher cultivation level. There is a big difference in a small realm. According to the current situation, he should be close to the cultivation level of Dan Yijing, or has already reached it.

This sentence of deliberate ridicule and derogation is not just a simple lesson to Yang Zhao.

Flying Sword Palace talks about arrogance, and this is how to enter the Tao. Yang Zhao has a special experience. His arrogance was cultivated deliberately. Under the arrogance, there is still a low self-esteem in the early years. The pavilion master said that his sword moves are not worth a penny, and it is clear that he wants to destroy his arrogance. However, once Yang Zhao's determination is not firm enough, doubts arise, and the Dao heart is shaken, the Dao path will surely collapse.

The sword energy enveloped the figure, and everyone couldn't see Yang Zhao's face clearly, but seeing his moves became more and more impatient and out of control, gradually, he began to feel that something was wrong.

Zhou Qiu tentatively said, "Nephew Yang, since we've finished the discussion, let's stop here today, shall we?"

no response.

The pavilion master said: "Oh, it's better not to fight."

"Why don't you fight! I will definitely win!" Yang Zhao's voice sounded, with a bit of madness, "Impossible! I don't believe it... Come again!"

Everyone sneered when they saw that he didn't know how to praise him.

The familiar chill surged up again, and Gu Pinglin couldn't help tightening the front of his cloak.

No one knew that a generation of geniuses in Feijian Palace was about to perish.Yang Zhao was in the middle of the game, being led away step by step, unable to hear the voices from the outside world.Outsiders can't see it because those words can't affect others at all. Even if something happens, everyone will probably think that Yang Zhao's determination is not firm enough.

This kind of thing can only be done by people who are well versed in people's hearts and are good at controlling people's hearts.

Trapped in one world forever, with no future and no way out, this is undoubtedly extremely cruel compared to abolishing one's cultivation.Yang Zhao has a bad temper, and he has never done anything serious. He even rushed to rescue the Guangling faction just to show off. This "lesson" is too serious for him.

Weighing the stakes in his heart, Gu Pinglin hesitated for a while, but he didn't speak, and walked back to his seat alone.

Although Yang Zhao is pitiful, he is not worthy of angering that person for him.

Gu Pinglin was pouring wine from a pot to calm down, when he suddenly saw two slim figures walking towards him, they were the Zhou sisters.

"Master Gu." The two sisters saluted. After many years, the two had restrained a lot, and they were still a little cautious when facing Gu Pinglin.

Gu Pinglin nodded: "The two girls are safe and sound."

The two sisters looked at the battle outside, hesitated to speak.

Gu Pinglin understood what they were thinking: "The pavilion master is the pavilion master."

Zhou Caiqin said "Hey" and said awkwardly: "There are indeed many people with similar looks in the world."

The misunderstanding in the hearts of the two probably hasn't been eliminated, and Gu Pinglin didn't explain it, and said casually: "The world is unpredictable, and it is indeed emotional."

Zhou Caige hurriedly said: "That's right, Brother Yang's swordsmanship is already extraordinary, and this Sword King Pavilion Master is even more skilled."

The battle didn't last long, the pavilion master avoided Yang Zhao's ultimate move and returned to the Liushui Tower: "Enough, if you continue to fight, all fellow Taoists will get impatient."

Yang Zhao chased into the building, pointed his sword at him, and said with red eyes, "You look down on me?"

The pavilion master turned to Zhou Qiu: "Let the mountain master laugh."

Zhou Qiu hurriedly said: "The name of the sword king must belong to the master of the pavilion. I am waiting for an eye-opener today!"

The pavilion master bowed his hands to the others, turned and returned to his seat, as if he didn't see Yang Zhao next to him.

Such a familiar gesture... Gu Pinglin subconsciously looked at Yang Zhao, and sure enough, he saw that his face was pale and his sword hand was trembling slightly.

"I ask you, do you look down on me!"

"Nephew Yang!" Zhou Qiu felt that he was too shameful, so he stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, "That's enough, that's it for today, let's ask my nephew to treat me a little bit better!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Yang Zhao shook twice and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked.

Zhou Qiu also froze for a moment, and supported him: "Nephew Yang, you are..."

Yang Zhao seemed unable to hear his words, he just stared at the pavilion master, and said with red eyes: "Come again! Fight again!"

Zhou Qiu knew something was wrong, and immediately sealed his consciousness with true energy.Seeing Yang Zhao fainted, another big disciple of Feijian Palace rushed over to hug him, and said angrily, "Since it's a duel, why did the Pavilion Master hurt people?"

Elder Tang Jian persuaded: "I believe that the pavilion master is not a person who does not keep his word, so let's first look at the injury of Nephew Yang."

Zhou Qiu took his pulse for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face: "The dantian tendons have never been injured, but it seems...the mind has been injured."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Zhou Qiu's meaning is very clear. It's a good way to say that the mind is wounded. To put it in a bad way, it means that Yang Zhao is narrow-minded and has a problem with his mood.

The Feijian Palace disciple was also shocked: "How is it possible!"

"It's my fault," the Pavilion Master stood up and said apologetically, "What should I do?"

Everyone was a little embarrassed.Tang Jiandao: "Nephew Yang himself proposed a discussion, how can you blame the Pavilion Master? In the future, the old man will explain to Master Yu Palace, Pavilion Master can rest assured."

After all, Yang Zhao is Yu Wuxue's direct disciple, so Zhou Qiu didn't dare to be careless, so he ordered Tang Jian to send him to the alchemy hospital for diagnosis and treatment, and let the big disciple of Feijian Palace follow him: "You can take care of me with my nephew, so you can rest assured." .”

After the commotion, the people didn't want to have a feast, so they dispersed after a while and went back to their rooms.

Late at night, the wind is cold, and the boundless bamboo sea is churning with black waves in the night.

The remnants of the seats have been evacuated, and there is no one on the Liushui Building, it is empty and deserted, only the four palace lanterns under the eaves corners are still on, and the faint lights sway with the wind, reflecting the handsome faces of the visitors.

Suddenly, the sound of a piano sounded from the small attic opposite.

Familiar piano sound.

Gu Pinglin flew out of the flowing water building, floated into the small pavilion, and settled inside the railing.

The exquisite lampshade cannot block the bright light, and it seems like daytime inside the door.There is a piano opposite, the sound of the piano is clear and distant, and the people beside the piano are picturesque, as if they are embedded in the peony flower and bird screen behind them.

Gu Pinglin stood by the fence, waiting quietly.

The end of the song, the sound is gone.

The slender fingers gently fell back on the string, the man bent his lower lip, raised his face unhurriedly, his narrow eyes were a little bewitched by the light: "It's been a long time, Gu Pinglin."

Gu Pinglin said, "It's you."

"It's me," the man removed his hand from the strings, and the man looked at him with a half-smile, his eyes were cold, "The scroll of backing the moon has disappointed me, try again, you have more things in your eyes. "