Three Masters' Sword

There seems to be light on the other side of the mountain.The ceremonies are long and boring, relatives will never match their seniority, and there are many faces in the crowd.Today Ah Qing didn't come with him, he was alone, without a tail to make any noise, it was as if he didn't have a rope on his body, he could go wherever he wanted.Amidst the sound of pestle, drums and cymbals, and the recitation of sutras, he walked towards the back mountain alone, until there was no sound of people in the distance, and the light seemed to always be on the other side of the side road, and he couldn't get close no matter what.

I can't remember the appearance of the old man, it seems that there is only an empty back.He still remembers that chess game clearly. On the empty chessboard, the sunspots were like the heads of thousands of people, fighting against the invisible but ubiquitous blank on the opposite side.The large, ubiquitous and disappearing blank space seems to block every gap that can accommodate chess moves, and they can only move around in the existing places.

He heard his still immature voice: 'Who are you playing chess with? '

The old man shook his head.His hand stopped on one step for a long time, and he replied indifferently: "Harmony with the six qi of heaven and earth." '

'Six qi? '

'It is yin and yang, wind and rain, darkness and light. '

Wang Qiao seems to understand, but he likes this idea-playing chess with invisible opponents, the kind of casualness, freedom and eclecticism, which he can't learn from the chess masters at home-they It is always necessary to type out the scores one by one, turning the game into a dogma.He was idle by nature, and he was the least anxious, so he picked up a stone, sat beside him and propped his chin to watch.He looked at it for a long time, and he had an idea himself, and pointed his fat finger to a position. 'Isn't it good to lay here? '

The old man snapped his knuckles.He seemed to have really realized that there was such a child beside him. When did he watch chess here?I was so focused that I didn't even notice it.It's like a gust of wind cuts the spring grass, and the spirits and monsters turned from the stubborn stones of the world come from everywhere and go everywhere. 'You can't see it, but it's already the opponent's territory there. '

'Its territory is always changing, and it has been given up at this moment. Wang Qiao raised his head, a gust of wind came, and the fallen leaves were colorful, and the white petals fell on the chessboard with the wind; the shadow of the tree whirled, slowly changing the position of its shadow on the chessboard under the sunlight. "We have to hurry up." The child looked at the clouds in the sky, "Everything will be different again in a while." '

One of the poplar flowers also fell on his fingertips.He dropped that piece into the two opposing armies, and the horizontal and vertical junctions of the chessboard connected all the situations and all the balances.

"You—" The old man wanted to erase the white spot in surprise, "This is wrong, this is not in accordance with the rules—"

"Did you know? Feng's chess pieces are definitely not round."

'And if another gust of wind comes,' said the old man sharply, 'a gust of wind will make these—'

'It will rain soon,' said the boy, 'look at the cloud!The age on the chessboard has changed.The hours there must be different from here. "

The old man's hand stopped, and he turned his head to look at him, his face was as unpredictable as time under the changing darkness. "……what's your name?"

The wind blows away the fallen flowers, but it also covers the shadows of the trees; there is a rumbling thunder in the distance.

Wang Qiao woke up from the dream, only the moisture of rain was left around him; his arms were still warm, but he was gone.He hurriedly sat up, his clothes were disheveled, most of his body was still exposed, wandering around, he saw the man sitting outside the threshold in the rain, looking at the green mountains in the distance.His hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his face, his eyes were foggy and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In May, the rain is extravagant.After the plum blossoms, it got worse and worse. The sky was always gray, and there was a sense of drowsy and damp oppression everywhere. It was really a wild sky and low trees. If you stood on the top of the twelfth floor, you would feel that the day was not enough, like a tentacle available.

But Wang Qiao liked the scenery. The mountain scenery after the rain was washed clean and beautiful, which was very beautiful.He had a long-lost sleep, but was awakened by thunder, and his clothes were full of traces of moisture. "Ah Qing...?" He just called out, without picking up the hem of his robe with his fingers, he heard him say: "...they are here."

"...What?" Wang Qiao was still squinting at the moment, and really wanted to take someone back to the cage for warmth. The sky was dim in the rain, and it was best to sleep with the rustling sound. "Third brother." Yu Yuqing said softly, "What if I lose?"

The voices of people in the distance gradually became louder and louder, as if they were constantly bumping around in an echoing wall.Coir raincoats and bamboo hats are densely packed along the guest roads along the mountain, which makes everyone look like the same person.The reporter's drum was beating, and the sky was a little bit brighter. The rain was like fog floating in the wind, if there was nothing.

Wang Qiao said, "There's still me."

"Just the two of us...isn't that enough?"

"Where is it not enough? Enough is enough, no more. Who else do you want?"

Yu Yuqing laughed, he seemed to say something in a low voice, Wang Qiao didn't hear clearly, and asked: "What did you say?" The other party jumped off the railing directly, "Competing palms and swords," He raised one eyebrow provocatively, as if the wind was calm, and smiled mischievously, "Bibi is light, I will tell you when I catch up."

Everything followed the old system, the main hall on the first floor was lit first, because it was too dark after all; the masters of the twelve families descended from the top floor to welcome guests from all over the world.Immediately, from the main hall to the school grounds, from the front hall to the back hall, the side rooms on both sides, the porches and the porches, all the way to the outer village were densely packed with people.Many hermits in the mountains and forests who have rarely walked on the rivers and lakes have also appeared at this time.Among the martial arts figures from all walks of life, Master Zhengkong of the Shaolin School, Daoist Beiming of Wudang, and Yangwuzi of the Kunlun School are the leading figures.And along the way, the most powerful one today is naturally the lord of the five northern provinces, who unified hundreds of big and small northern gangs from the Beggars' Gang to Limen, the Yellow River Gang to the Golden Knife Thieves—thus the huge group known as the "Northern faction" Lianhe, the leader of the alliance, Liao Yanke, has a body like an ape, with broken eyebrows and cross-eyed eyes. One side of his hair is braided and the other side is loose. He is dressed like a wanderer from the Youji area. style.

The Eight Sects followed closely behind, Master Lingshu with a crown and belt, a cloth robe and grass shoes, about forty years old, with a clear mind and bright moon, and an ancient appearance; Yuchi Qijue behind him had white eyelashes and white hair, and even his pupils were like Yuxu, the center is slightly dark like amber, and the upper and lower collars are plain gauze white clothes, which make their lips look like red, leading a group of people in, if they don't know that they are all members of a cult, just look at the two of them. All the congregation members are in a state of immortality.

In addition, there are various sects, large and small, attending the meeting one after another, and more and more heroes from all walks of life gather, but many of them come to watch the excitement.Follow the example of the natural disaster in the past year, and the fuse of the "military" disaster that shook the world afterwards-100 years ago, it was here in this building, and the same was true for a grand event that gathered a group of tyrants to do politics. On a lewd rainy night, New The building was completed, and the group of heroes gathered together.Since that night, the rivers and lakes have withered and sects have been scattered. I don’t know how many martial arts sects have been cut off since then. Until now, the martial arts has returned to such a grand occasion.

Therefore, even if the northern faction knew that Wang Qiao was tying them to the Ming Road, and they were actually turned into an army, they had to follow the rules. I'm a little shorter than my ancestors who dared to go against the sky a hundred years ago?If you don't have such a common spirit, how can you convince the crowd and lead the heroes in the arena?Liao Yanke is a person with his own ambitions, Xun is a grand event, and it is the best time for him to shock the crowd, even though he knew that the Twelve Schools did this, he divided the host and guest, and asked for a notarization, and then lowered his status to that of the little boy next to him There is no difference between sects and sects. It seems that he has no choice but to come.

Xuan Bailing walked with the crowd, and said by his side: "The south is different from the north. The north is rough and open-minded, with a strong factional concept. If you regard it as a master and slave for a while, you will be the master and slave for the rest of your life. You will never repent halfway or quit the middle way." Even if they have some difficulties, they are looked down upon by others. The barbarians in the south follow the trend, and the factions are mixed. Even if they are as strong as Toad Saint, they can't make them bow their heads. As long as they show a little disadvantage, they will break away from the relationship and gather together. Rebellion."

Liao Yanke grinned and said: "I understand what you mean. You want me to give back to that stupid boy who caused trouble. The Twelve Family was originally a game of loose sand, but at the end of the game, he forcibly figured out a way out. He glanced at the guests on the main seat, "Which one is the kid surnamed Wang?"

Xuan Bailing frowned and looked at each of them. "He's not in now."

"Not here?" The majestic Kuangfang man went straight to the first seat of the guest seat, and he looked at the vacant seat opposite him. "Isn't this all the shit he picked out?"

"The ghost-faced blue fox is not here either." Xuan Bailing said slowly, "There are so many principals in the Twelve Family, I don't know what tricks they are playing."

Someone clamored: "Hey, isn't that Fengwen boy here? He posted the quack post."

"Master Bei Ming's closed disciple, I have long wanted to see his face! What is it like to hide like a big girl waiting to get married? Do you dare to believe that we are here for a wedding today?" Then there was a burst of laughter.

"Isn't he just running away? I heard that he is now the patriarch of the Twelve Family... This is really strange. I don't know where to put the face of the Wudang faction? Maybe he is afraid of being punished by the master, maybe he is hiding? "

While discussing, there was a sudden commotion in the distance; starting from the edge of the Waizhuang, there was a figure as graceful as a dragon, passing over the heads of everyone.I saw half of the man's mask carved from black jade, and the other half of his handsome face was full of affection, with a smile on his lips, as if he was determined to win; but a quick glance made countless people fascinated, and they raised their necks and followed his toes lightly, As if stepping on the breeze and drizzle, it floated there, without any help, until people had fallen into the main hall on the twelfth floor, many people still raised their heads and stretched their necks, looking straight at the direction where his figure disappeared. . "Who is this person?" "This lightness kungfu has reached such a level, I am afraid it is not alone in the world..." "That half face... the ghost-faced blue fox really lives up to its reputation..."

During the crowd, no one cared about what happened to them, as if a hurricane had swept through them, as if someone had passed by side or rolled on the ground abruptly, bumping a group of people upside down. For a moment, they thought that the other party was pushing and shoving each other in order to see that person, so they couldn't help but blame each other and started cursing.

The hall is full of heads of various sects and masters of martial arts, gathered together, I saw the figure of the wandering dragon spinning downside down, landing in the middle of the circle of people.Liao Yanke looked playfully at this person who was as famous as him in the north and south, "Are you alone?"

The northern faction came like a marching formation, many people shouted and surrounded Liao Yanke in the center, but the Southern faction Pope, who was as famous as him, was alone. The group, as if one person is a thousand troops; smiled at him and cupped his hands and said: "Leader Liao, I have been friends with each other for a long time, and I can see you today."

Another voice said: "Hey, you don't need to be too polite, otherwise you won't be able to finish praying until tomorrow. Since everyone is here, then—"

Everyone opened their eyes wide, and turned around to look in the direction of the chief seat almost at the same time: at some point, there was an extra person in the empty seat—under the watchful eyes of so many eyes, a person seemed invisible. Xiang, a guy with no samurai style suddenly appeared there, patting the green leaves, rain and mud on his body leisurely, seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled shyly: "Sorry, I overslept. "

Yu Yuqing said: "It seems that you arrived first."

Wang Qiao said: "Will you win or not?"

"In front of the heroes of the world, how can winning or losing be trifling?"

"That's going to go hand in hand, let's make a tie." Wang Qiao smiled, winking at him quietly from the corner of his eyes, "Sect Master Yu has accepted."

Yu Yuqing is not afraid of him, who wouldn't pretend to be unfamiliar?The phoenix eyes are full of waves, and only the tail of the eye is slightly raised. "The lord is too modest."

Although there was a lot of turmoil in the fight for Fengwen at the beginning, and several big factions were involved later, although Wang Qiao is famous, not many people have actually seen him, and even if he has seen him like this, probably It is also difficult to classify it into the category of masters, who would bother to write it down.It is said that seeing a hundred things is worth seeing. Now when I meet this person, he has a thin body and long bones, rests his strength and shoulders, his eyebrows are sparse and his eyes are smooth, his whole body has no edges and corners, and he doesn't have the sharpness of a martial artist at all. He looks like a lazy dandy. I'm afraid that even the dude is not very particular about it.It might not be obvious at first, but now the room is full of Huijiazi who have been immersed in martial arts for many years, and their waist and skills are reflected in every gesture.Not to mention, on his left and right side, on one side is Liao Yanke, the leader of the northern faction, with a figure like a dragon and a tiger, full of vigor; .

Compared with this, I feel that this closed disciple of Daoist Beiming and the current head of the Twelve Family is not worthy of his name, which is very disappointing.

"Wang Qiao." The old man in the shabby robe at the audience seat had a clear face and a hale and hearty face, nodding in approval to him, "It seems that the most difficult stage has passed."

Wang Qiao got up from the chief seat. "Master." He saluted honestly, "I guess meditation and sitting and forgetting are not suitable for me."

Yu Yuqing slanted his cheeks, leaned on the back of the chair and laughed softly.Only he knows how difficult it is to get Wang Qiao to call him master honestly.But this laugh sounded frivolous to the ears of others. In the silent strange circle that looked at each other like wild animals, it seemed that there was only one person who was unwilling to cooperate with this drama, but he was both the protagonist and the prey.

Someone sarcastically said, "Sect Master Yu is so easy to handle, did you come here to visit the mountains and rivers in your leisure time? Considering your current reputation and feud in Jianghu, this is really admirable."

Yu Yuqing smiled and said: "Today, everyone was invited to participate in the event, but not to provoke trouble. I know that many people here have the green fox mark I left on them, and there are also many people whose relatives and friends have already done it. I am a ghost with my sword. Others may not know it, but I am sure that the people I killed knew why they deserved to die. The so-called grievances and debtors, for the sake of the twelve families and the heads of the families, I am not in the building to ask for it. Your lives, dirtying this newly built colonnade is—”

Immediately there was an uproar everywhere, shouting again and again: "What did you say?!"

"Who do you want to kill? Do you think this is the territory of your Southern faction, and let you kill as you want?"

"This kind of devil is a disaster for the martial arts, and the crime is serious. Everyone can punish him, so what are the rules of the martial arts?"

Many people here have been friends with each of the twelve families for generations. Among them, Fang Benguang, the old teacher of Jianmen in Ninghai, and Wang Yehai are close friends. The owner of the first debt has its own owner. It was this person named Yu who came out of nowhere at the beginning. He took advantage of the opportunity of the twelve family guards to kill dozens of people for no reason. It is said that including the then patriarch Wang Yehai Wang Nephew Keng, that's your father! Are the rumors true?"

Wang Keng snorted from his nostrils, pretending to be mysterious but did not suppress his voice: "Yes or no, what's the point of saying now? How dare we take the Pope of the Southern School? What's more, this big man can offend right now." No. He is the brother of our current clan master who lives and dies...or some other kind of business, if you talk about it, it will pollute your ears. But what can we do? The twelfth floor was burned, and the ancestors taught the foundation. Only he can get it Professor, let alone at this moment... we still count on this successor of Fengwen to honor our ancestors for us."

Someone thumped the table hard, and there was a loud bang, "I don't care what old grievances you have," Mu Yibiao, the boxer from northern Jiangsu, "Zhenshanhu" said, "Everyone lives in the world, who doesn't have anything in hand?" How many enemies, how many lives? It's worth chatting like a girl here, it doesn't matter. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I came here specially to see the magical Fengwen. It is said that there are dragon pictures, turtles, etc. Counting them together, they are called the three masters of martial arts, how many years have the twelve families hidden them—"

"Yes! Open our eyes!"

Qunhao shouted in unison: "Yes! Yes!"

Wang Qiao shrugged, and glanced at Wan Mujin beside him.He's not good at dealing with situations like this.Wan Mujin gave him a helpless glance and stood up, he has a high reputation in the Jianghu, probably the most famous one in the Twelve Family.He signaled the surroundings to be quiet, and then said in a loud voice: "It is a great honor for the Twelve Family to be honored by fellow martial artists today. There are too many heroes present, and there may be insufficient supplies. If the hospitality is short, I hope everyone Don't blame." He is full of internal energy, and he has been cultivating for many years without distraction, and his nature is so pure that nearly a thousand people around him can hear clearly at once.

"100 years ago, [-] families built the [-]th floor here. The day of completion was the same as it is today. Posts were widely distributed, and heroes were invited to come to the building to gather, with the intention of saving the people from the fire and water, which led to the continuous development of the building. Ten years of "militarism" - extensive search and killing of martial arts people, burning of martial arts classics, no self-established sects are allowed, no martial arts halls are allowed, only sects approved by the emperor are allowed to accept disciples, and all disciples must register in the government office... Countless heroes of the Jianghu and famous families of the martial arts died out. This is such a great shame to the martial arts that few people mentioned it again in a hundred years."

Qun Haodun hammered the table with his hands and shouted sharply: "A hundred years have passed!"

"It's different now! Who's afraid that they won't succeed!"

"We are not allowed to build sects, we are not allowed to pass on martial arts, aren't we still here!"

"Even if we do it again, it will still be like this! Whoever dares to shrink his head is not my son and daughter of the Jianghu. I am sorry that the ancestors took our lives back then!"

There was a loud sound, and a saber-cutting knife suddenly stood in the middle of the hall, in the middle of the martial arts arena. The blade trembled and the urn hummed continuously. It was known to be a high-quality weapon;Someone recognized the inscription on the head of the knife and shouted: "This is the golden knife for splitting mountains!"

Huan Bailing, the leader of the northern faction, stood up and said: "Exactly, this is the golden sword handed down from our masters and ancestors. When the natural disaster happened a hundred years ago, the martial arts people gathered on the [-]th floor. At that time, the leader What is more remarkable is that Ying Qingguo, a famous hero in the east of the Yangtze River at that time, held this golden knife in his hand, and called on the knights of the rivers and lakes to "rather split the mountain and chisel the way than to be alone." Therefore, this knife was called the "Splitting the Mountain Golden Sword". The hero was the first martial artist to be punished by the Ming Dynasty in the subsequent military disaster, and now only this golden sword survives, reminding us not only to inherit his legacy, but also to be a teacher who never forgets the past."

Xuan Bailing is also known as "Xuan's big abacus", and the abacus is naturally resounding, and more importantly, he does not engage in loss-making business, so there is something in this statement.However, he is honest and friendly, and has great resourcefulness. Many experts are willing to listen to his orders, and they all shouted at once: "You are in charge, just speak up. We are all rough people, and we always do things with one heart and no regard for consequences. There is no guarantee." It's up to someone to figure it out, and someone needs to make up his mind."

Xuan Bailing didn't care about taking the lead, the northern faction was powerful, and he was sure to win the twelve families, so he said calmly: "A hundred years ago, because of the opinions of the sects, the martial arts sects fought on their own and refused to rush to help each other. ; moreover, at that time, the rebels made plans to appoint some high-ranking sects to the imperial court to sow dissension. Everyone was like a pan of loose sand, with no voice and no leader. To make friends with martial arts, we want to use the ancient sage's unique knowledge, and hold a century-old grand meeting, so we can't repeat the same mistakes. Otherwise, everyone will fight endlessly for the martial arts' unique knowledge, and fight to the death. Who will be impartial? Private enmity, who will uphold justice? When encountering major events such as natural disasters and military violence, how can we form an iron plate, listen to who issues orders, and follow the lead?"

He has a very high prestige in the world, and the Northern faction is even more powerful. As soon as the words fell, everyone shouted: "Exactly!" Unable to succeed, seeing that his words had the intention of purging and suppressing the Southern faction, he suddenly agreed:

"That's right! Killing traitors and destroying devils, this is the right way of my martial arts!"

"If you ask the number one in the world, martial arts is popular, who can beat leader Liao? The northern faction is the best fighter in martial arts, and we will all follow leader Liao's orders!"

But suddenly he heard sneers from all around, but no one was seen, a voice said from a distance: "I don't think it may be the same reason." Everyone made a way out, and saw that the person who came in was an old beggar. Different from the gang of beggars in the hall, they wore mottled colorful clothes and hung all kinds of broken bowls; four thin and strong men squatted silently on the surrounding pillars, with bamboo baskets on their backs and medicine sickles in their hands. No one knew them. When did you go up.All of them looked like ghosts, they all tapped the beam with one foot, bowed down and said: "Suzerain." The expression is modest.Yu Yuqing beckoned and said: "You are late, there is no place to stand below, you just stay up there." All four respectfully said: "Yes."

Everyone was terrified, and they all came to understand: "It's the four ghosts of Toad Mountain! People from the Southern School have indeed come." Some of them originally thought that the Southern School was not a unified teacher, and the pope who died halfway was too young. He has no foundation, so he will definitely not be able to mobilize his subordinates, especially senior subordinates like Sigui; he has never acted alone, and he has never brought a guardian to protect his enemies, so although everyone knows his martial arts is amazing Gao, but he only regarded him as a short suzerain and ignored him.

"A Bowl of Beggars" Tang Guangxian staggered in, and Xuan Bailing said with a good-natured smile, "What's your opinion, Chief Tang? Why don't you just say it, let's take a look at it together."

Tang Guangxian didn't refuse, he took a look at Xuan Bailing, stood beside the golden knife, and said: "The old beggar doesn't know the rules. You, Master Xuan, asked me to speak straight, so I will speak straight. I am a beggar. The reason why the gang was divided into two factions, the North and the South, also has to start with the disaster of military affairs. At that time, it was true that the rebel party was in power, and King He seized power. As you said, only they have the qualifications to open a hall to accept disciples, teach martial arts, and inherit schools. This is to sow discord, yes. I am glad that the sect that can be classified as a famous and decent sect escaped naturally... But after all, there are still people who are bloody, I was born a Jianghu person and died a Jianghu ghost, who the hell wants to submit to the court?!"

He stretched out his hand to pull out the golden knife, weighed it between his thumbs, and continued: "My beggar gang is divided into two factions, and one faction is willing to accept the conferment of the imperial court—ha! The beggars conferred by the imperial court are not afraid of being laughed out loud! ; the other faction refused to forget what Ying Daxia said, how he was executed, and refused to break his promise, so he had to live in the south, chasing after all the sects that were not recognized as orthodox or unwilling to accept the edict at that time. Killed and fled to the south, so it was announced by the government, calling it the evil cult. At that time, the "decent and famous families" didn't dare to help us, and it would be good if they didn't help chase and kill. If it weren't for most of the remaining people to marry Gu Shentong escaped to Guichan Mountain, how can there be the scenery here today?"

"Later, the false king fell within a few years, and the beggar gang brothers in the north of me didn't eat much at the court; but the so-called decent and demonic sect were branded, and there was no one to provoke discord, but this humble It seems that it has been fixed and cannot be changed. Who is decent? Who is famous? Who is evil? Who is demon?" He turned his head to look at Shi Changgeng, the leader of the Northern Beggar Gang standing behind Liao Yanke, "I always call Huahe I have been carrying the bowl for a lifetime, because I am afraid that others will think that I owe something, and the southern beggar is looked down upon even as a beggar. Today I also want to ask whether the northern beggar, who was treacherous and greedy for stability at that time, was more like a demon. Or are we unwilling to join forces with those who kill our friends, so that the Nan beggars who fled to Lingnan are heretics?"

Tang Guangxian's reputation in martial arts is far greater than his reputation as the leader of the Southern Beggars' Clan. Shi Changgeng couldn't bear it, so he could only apologize and said with a smile: "Brother Beggars, those are all things that happened a hundred years ago, and you and I are nothing like today." Irrelevant, why are you mentioning it? Does anyone still dare to embarrass you and the brothers of the Southern Beggar Gang? Who dares to say a word, the first brother wants him to look good."

Tang Guangxian snorted, and said, "Did I mention it, or did you, Master Xuan, mention it first? It's not certain who is the devil, who is going to uphold justice?" He carelessly picked a chair and sat down, " Master Xuan, this is not a gathering of your northern faction, and it didn’t cost you a penny to build this building, in my opinion, it’s up to you, you’ve been talking for so long, why don’t you keep your mouth shut?”

Xuan Bailing was dumbfounded, but it was hard to say anything; but Liao Yanke sneered: "Master Tang is amazing, I haven't seen Bailing suffer for a long time. You used to plan to get the beggars to break away from the Southern faction, but now you stand on the sidelines." Are you on the side of the Nanpai?"

Tang Guangxian's eyes fell on Wen Fangji who was behind him: "Sage Toad is dead. I don't want to take sides, but if you dare to trick my stupid nephew into working for you, then I have no choice but to wake him up. "Wen Fangji is now a fearless stalker, but seeing that Tang Guangxian's momentum has weakened by three points after all, the two looked at each other for a long time, and he turned his eyes away embarrassingly.

Liao Yanke said with a smile: "Master Wen is not young, he knows what he is doing. Mr. Tang may have misunderstood, I can't tell the difference. But the old man is right, the guest can do whatever he wants, the twelfth floor itself is used for Fighting in the ring. I just want to know," he turned his head to look at Wang Qiao, a flash of light flashed in his eagle-like eyes, "it is said that Fengwen is a 'wordless book' that can only be communicated from heart to heart, how do you give it to me? I?"

This kind of person is used to domineering, Wang Qiao thought, there is nothing he can't get, and he doesn't even have a prerequisite. "You have to win first." He replied, and Liao Yanke flattened his back on the back of the chair. "You didn't deny that it was a wordless book."

Wang Qiao just opened his eyes innocently. "I thought you knew better than me? After all, Wang Qianshan's disciples are working by your side, and this prize should be the least suspenseful for Leader Liao."

Everyone turned their eyes in surprise, and looked at the young men and women standing beside him, who looked like a pair of people, they were all surprised, Wang Qianshan died in his early years, no matter how the two children looked at him, You are only fourteen or fifteen years old, even if you are really a teacher, how much can you learn?Each of them was dubious in their hearts.

"I want it just because I know it." Liao Yanke laughed loudly. "I want a lot more, you know it very well. I just ask you, how do you want to give it? Presumably you can't kill the chicken to get the egg, like what Toad Saint is good at. Dig out people's hearts and eat them—there are only a handful of people who have mastered Fengwen in the twelve families in a hundred years, and I am afraid they can't teach them by words and deeds. How can you fulfill your empty promises?"

Wang Qiao rolled his eyes, he glanced at Yu Yuqing, but Yu Yuqing didn't look at him, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, thinking about his own thoughts, as if he was deaf to all the arguments around him.

"I can teach—"

Liao Yanke saw it.He interrupted: "Don't bother. If I win, you can just follow me."

Yu Yuqing suddenly raised his head and stared at the uninvited guest opposite; Liao Yanke stared back without showing any weakness, wiping his lips with his fingertips determined to win; he didn't seem to care too much about the prey, but cared more about the person who robbed him of the prey , The feeling of snatching food from a powerful opponent is exceptionally good, grasping the opponent's weakness can make him feel like the leader of the herd, ensuring that his position will not be threatened.

The sound of the rain outside suddenly increased, and the sound of falling on the dripping eaves seemed to break through the roof tiles.

Wang Qiao rubbed his brows and sighed, swallowing his half-yawned yawn: "...let's start quickly."