Death Princess

Just when Leng Tong was deep in thought, the discussion not far away changed. Wei Zhuoer gradually took control of the rhythm from being on equal footing with his younger brother at the beginning. Zhuo Xuan was a little confused.Seeing that the outcome is about to be decided.

Suddenly, Zhao Lu flicked out a small dried fish with one finger, and flicked it straight to Wei Zhuoer's forehead.Immediately afterwards, the chestnut flew towards the place where the dried fish landed like an arrow leaving the string, forcibly separating the two who were fighting together.

"Chaolu!" Wei Zhuoer roared, "What are you doing?!"

Zhao Lu shrugged, and pointed to his forehead again.

"..." Wei Zhuoer understood that Zhaolu was taking revenge for the melon bullet that happened that day.

The eyes of the two met at one place, as if they were engaged in an invisible competition.In the end, after several rounds of staring at each other, Zhao Lu's raised eyebrows decided the winner.

Chao Lu and Wei Zhuoer were arguing with their eyes here, while Wei Zhuoxuan looked left and right in a daze, but saw that Sister had no intention of competing at all, so she could only look aggrieved and unsatisfied. Put away the sword, saluted, and said: "I have accepted."

"Where is that, Master Wei, you accepted it." Maybe it's because those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. I owed, "However, Mr. Wei, you are busy with official duties and are used to standing guard. Your moves and swords have an official flavor, smack smack."

"..." Wei Zhuoxuan still hasn't figured out how the eldest sister's resentment came out of nowhere and vented on him.But after all, they are biological siblings, so there are not so many scruples when talking. Wei Zhuoxuan was so tossed by the eldest sister, and his brain became hot and tempered, and he rushed up. He copied a similar tone, "Woman, this What do you mean? Could it be that you feel that your swordsmanship is not good? If so, how about..."

"Your Majesty Wei is a majestic fourth-rank bodyguard in front of the imperial court, even if he wins against me, a young boy of the Sword Sect, what is there to celebrate?" Wei Zhuo'er played a trick, "If your lord wants to compete, why don't you fight our Sword Sect? The Shadowless Sword?" As he spoke, he gave Zhao Lu a look that deserved to be punched.

Chao Lu's mouth twitched.

"Haha," Ning Yuan was amused, and she also looked at Zhao Lu, "What, Lu'er, would you like to compete with Xuan'er?"

"Don't dare," Zhao Lu shook her hands hastily, "I almost lost my life because of bumping into the princess a few days ago, I don't want to be charged with beating the imperial guards again today." Leng Tong, who was waiting for a good show, "Why don't we invite Master Wei to discuss with Miss Leng?"

The audience watching the play was suddenly drawn into the play, the corner of Leng Tong's mouth twitched, subconsciously wanting to stab Shang Chaolu.

"Leng Tong?" Ning Yuan looked Leng Tong up and down, and finally stopped his eyes on the Yanling swords on her waist.

"Senior Sister, it's not surprising that you don't know her. She is not a member of Jianzong, and she doesn't use swords."

"Oh? Then she is..."

"A friend in the Jianghu." Zhao Lu replied very smoothly, as if she really regarded Leng Tong as a friend in her heart, "Senior sister, don't look at her like this, her actual martial arts is better than mine."

Friend, she calls herself Friend...

Leng Tong couldn't figure out what the feeling was surging in his heart.

"How, are you willing?" Ning Yuan asked Leng Tong.

"Huh?" Leng Tong didn't seem to be able to recover for a moment, "ah, um, of course." Dazed, she responded to the sudden contest.

Seeing this, Zhao Lu stretched out her hand in satisfaction and made a "please" gesture.

Glancing at Chao Lu, taking a deep breath, Leng Tong walked to the center of the empty space.She drew out the double sabers from her waist, and for the first time she did not draw the sabers for the purpose of killing her life, but just for the purpose of fighting.

Wei Zhuoxuan didn't take Leng Tong, a dull swordsman, to heart at first, but when the other party pulled out his swords, the aura forced him to sweep away his previous thoughts, and instinctively mobilized his whole body to be vigilant. Subconsciously swallowed his saliva.Although it was deliberately suppressed, Wei Zhuoxuan still clearly felt the changes in the aura around Leng Tong when the two knives were unsheathed. What surrounded her was no longer the harmless indifference of humans and animals, but a kind of The murderous aura that takes life in an instant, a murderous aura that should not belong to ordinary quacks.

Wei Zhuoxuan wiped the sweat from his palms, and looked at his elder sister Wei Zhuoer questioningly. Wei Zhuoer shrugged and gave his eyes to Chao Lu who was busy pretending to be deaf and dumb.Chao Lu scratched the tip of her nose innocently.

The people who felt the changes on the field were not only Wei Zhuoxuan, but also Ning Yuan.She frowned and looked Leng Tong from top to bottom again, then she also set her eyes on Zhao Lu.

Chao Lu was confused by the eyes of the three members of the family, either standing or sitting, so she coughed dryly twice, gave Wei Zhuoer a sign, and said, "How about, Zhuoer, you go too?"

"..." Wei Zhuoer, who had just put away his sword and walked towards the stone, almost fell to the ground when he heard the words.

Chao Lu's words successfully attracted Ning Yuan's attention to Wei Zhuo'er. Now, Wei Zhuo'er became that sandwich biscuit who was in a dilemma. He had to face his aunt's lethal gaze.

In the end, Wei Zhuoer, who had no way to offend both sides, had no choice but to obediently hold his sword and stood beside his younger brother, "Please." She saluted Leng Tong reluctantly.

Leng Tong nodded, counting it as a gift, and did not express any dissatisfaction with the two-on-one, but directly picked up the two swords and killed them in the direction of the two.

Zhao Lu discovered that although Leng Tong used double knives as weapons, her own moves were varied, combining [-] kinds of weapons and unarmed fists, palms, and formations. The wonderful connection can often use the fastest speed, the simplest moves and the most tricky angle to bring the most fatal blow to the opponent.

Is this the difference between an assassin on a sword and a swordsman in a gentle village?

Looking at the cold pupil who was dancing with two knives again, Zhao Lu's consciousness seemed to have returned to the night of heavy snow eight years ago, to the fatal blow, regardless of the cost, even if the cost was her own life. In front of young and cold pupils.

Using the index finger of her right hand to rub the scar on her neck again, Zhao Lu couldn't hide her emotions for a while.

"If you don't want to say it," Ning Yuan who didn't know if he saw Zhao Lu's expression said at this time, "I don't want to ask."

"Senior Sister?" Zhao Lu was taken aback.

"I know that today is different from the past, and our positions are different. There are some things that you can't tell me, even the master himself can't tell me. But..." Complicated emotions flashed through Ning Yuan's intact right eye, "No matter what you do, please promise to Senior Sister, don't make fun of your own wealth and life."

Zhao Lu bit her lip, nodded for a long time.

On the other side, on the empty ground, Leng Tong was also analyzing with the two of them.

Before, Leng Tong couldn't observe carefully when watching the two people's martial arts competition from a distance, but now after fighting with the two, she realized that although they both use the swordsmanship of Jianzong on the surface, the way they use their moves is fundamentally different. There are different.

The guard opened and closed immediately with the soldiers in the middle of his moves, borrowing the absolute advantage of strength, he was able to slightly surpass Leng Tong in terms of momentum for a while.On the other hand, his swordsmanship is inevitably less flexible and adaptable, and more rigid and rigid, often revealing many fatal flaws in front of Leng Tong.

But this sword sect disciple called "Zhuo Er" is completely opposite. Her moves are like green mountains and flowing water, lingering and lingering, forming a set of rules of her own. Although it does not threaten Leng Tong, it also makes Leng Tong Pulling out the knife cuts off the water and the water flows again, and I can't find the slightest place to start.Of course, this kind of "unable to find" is based on "discussion".If this was a life-to-life fight, everything would be completely different, Leng Tong would not be so bound, and she would use those more dangerous moves to win the battle quickly.

However, it is not here, her purpose is not to kill people, nor is the martial arts conference.

Although it has always been said in the arena that "combats and competitions, life and death are up to fate", but in fact, using Gu, using poison, or putting people to death during martial arts competitions are often shamed by the "famous and decent". even repelled.In the martial arts conference, if someone really took the opponent's life in full view, even if he won, the major sects would exclude him due to unspoken rules, tantamount to quietly depriving him of the possibility of walking in the world.Therefore, the previous martial arts conferences specially invited Xue Minggu to be present in case of emergencies.

As for the two people, one is an open and close martial style, and the other is a self-contained martial arts swordsmanship. Perhaps these are the two major characteristics that the martial arts contestants will have?Leng Tong analyzed that martial arts has always been divided into internal and external, and the foundation of external cultivation relies on hard work and hard work, while internal skills rely on the accumulation of time.Judging from the past years, most of the contestants are only in their thirties, and their internal strength is at most small, and they can only be used in moves, not enough to be independent.In this way, the characteristics of the contestants are also based on the person's origin, whether they are grassroots soldiers or martial arts children, most of them can be classified into the above two categories.

Just thinking about this, Leng Tong suddenly stopped, and she subconsciously glanced in the direction of Chao Lu, where Chao Lu was talking to General Qi.

Could it be that it was not on a whim that Zhao Lu asked herself to compete with these two?Did she want to use the two of them to quickly familiarize herself with the arena of the martial arts conference?

Calculations and preparations are everywhere.All superficially meaningless actions have deep meaning in reality.

For a moment, Leng Tong didn't know how to face Zhao Lu's "considerate preparation".

The two-on-one fight didn't last long, it was longer than Leng Tong imagined, but shorter than Zhao Lu's imagination, but the result was no different from what everyone, including the Wei brothers and sisters, predicted.When Leng Tong placed two sabers on the necks of the siblings, one on the left and one on the right, the competition came to an end.

Wei Zhuoxuan gritted his teeth and gave a compliment, while Wei Zhuoer stared at Zhaolu meaningfully.Zhao Lu shrugged, Ning Yuan frowned, only Leng Tong kept putting away the knife, expressionless.

. . .

At the same time, in the study of the Prince's Mansion far away in the capital.

"Your Highness is saying," Qin Hui waved his fan, "His Highness King Ping stayed Princess Changping at Jianzong?"

"That's right," He Yuxi nodded with a dark face, "I heard that Yi'er, a majestic royal princess, chased after the buttocks of the young master of the Sword Sect every day, how decent! If it wasn't for Gu to stop the news, ghost I know how angry my father is!"

Knowing that the crown prince's "Cheng He De System" must be three parts true and seven parts false, it's just a show, Qin Hui tactfully did not answer.

"Heh, He Yupeng couldn't wait any longer. After moving Feiling Villa, he couldn't wait to reach out to Jianzong, and even took advantage of Changping." He Yuxi squeezed his joints and said, "The one I like , how can others succeed?"

"Your Highness means..."

"My dear brother, I have something to ask you to come here." Concentrating his emotions, He Yuxi looked at Qin Hui with a gentle face.

"Your Highness, please speak."

"Besides you, I can trust no one else." Even if the prince asks someone, he will not forget to say compliments, "So, I just want to trouble you to go a long way to meet the young master of the Jianzong meeting. "

"Ah," Qin Hui acted suddenly enlightened, "Your Majesty understands, please rest assured, Your Highness will definitely take care of this matter, so that the Sword Sect will be obedient to Your Highness."

"Hmph," He Yuxi laughed through his nostrils, "That's great, then I'll trouble Brother Qin Xian to find a suitable date and set off quickly."

"I will go through fire and water for Your Highness, and I will not hesitate to do so."

He Yuxi looked at the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, but suddenly called out: "Jia Bing!"

"Here!" A man in black appeared.

"You also go together, and follow Qin Sheren's orders." He Yuxi paused, and added, "If Brother Qin Xian makes any mistakes, you will come and see him."

"As ordered!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, Qin Hui, for your compassion." After saluting respectfully, Qin Hui left the study together with the extra tail.

This prince is really unbelievable.

Qin Hui sighed from the bottom of his heart, and smiled friendlyly at the "tail".

Tail A C, expressionless.

"..." Waste of energy.

Little Lu'er, little Lu'er, brother, I'm going home with a tail soon, are you welcome?

The author has something to say:

Chao Lu: Not welcome, not at all, unless you can take Yi'er away.

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ps There should be another update tomorrow