Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

"Elder Meng, also understand the sword array?" Asked the long-faced monk headed across from him.

At that time, Meng Xueli came to the west side of Yanjianping and waited for a cup of tea. The other party brought many inner disciples. Originally it was just Meng Xueli who participated in the sword array exercise. At this time, there were more than a hundred people gathered at the edge of the Hantan, looking at the black pressure, like the outer disciples and the inner disciples confronted.

In fact, as early as yesterday, the four people had a stubborn **** from the Fafa Hall, and the inner disciples who had made good friends with them had heard the news, and they all came to watch this morning.

"Did you know, Brother Zhou and Brother Wu took over the errand and protect the Meng Xueli in the Hanhai Secret Area next year."

"Brother Zhou was indeed unlucky. He went out the day before yesterday and was promoted to break through the obstacles. This time the big match should have been soaring and famous, but he was miserable by Meng Xueli ... However, Brother Zhou planned to borrow a battle line when he was tomorrow The opportunity to vent the surname Meng's remediation, let's go and see. "

"Oh, how dare this? If it is known by the elders, it must be heavily punished!"

"Senior Brother Zhou is so wonderful, he promises to make him hard to tell! Whoever makes him hurt others will not overdo him."

According to the plan of Zhou Wu and others, when Meng Xueli followed the instructions and ran back and forth in the array, exhausted, when they were extremely embarrassed, they stopped again and said, "The sword array has not yet run in and matured, which made the elders of Meng hard. Come again in days. ’

Although this method is simple, it does not make mistakes. If Meng Xueli went to complain, it would definitely be unclear. Those outside disciples haven't even seen the sword array, let alone explain. The real person in charge only feels that Meng Xueli is squeamish and can't bear any suffering. On his own side, many inner disciples testified, speaking one word, not afraid of the deacon to inquire about the investigation.

Everything should be foolproof, Meng Xueli attended the meeting as scheduled.

Before tomorrow, in the cold and cold wind, nearly a hundred people secretly heard voices, waiting to see his jokes.

Zhou Wu smiled and said: "Elder Meng, you'll go where we say later, don't care about other things, run fast enough. Otherwise, you can't keep up with the changes in the sword array, you are caught by the enemy It's dead. "

In the open and flat Yaping room, the four men held a sword flower, showed their hand styles, and dispersed to different directions. Seeing that the battle was about to start, Meng Xueli said: "Wait."

He actually withdrew from the battle, and took it back from Daotong's hand to his stove: "This is wrong."

More than twenty disciples outside the Fatang were unknown, so they stood behind him blankly.

The four looked at each other, their faces slightly changed.

Meng Xueli explained patiently: "Both of you use a blazing sword, and both of you use a cold sword. Looking at this position, it should be a set of" yin and yang formations. "When the sword formation changes, the blazing poles are like yin and yang. Conquer the enemy. But your blazing sword is not in flames, and the sword array has been running for three weeks. Then it should be weak. It is easier to change the type? I think 'Sihai Chengfeng Array' is suitable for you. "

The room was silent, and the disciples of the Fatang couldn't understand it, but the four of them were so confused that they couldn't even hear it. They thought that someone would betray them and report to the ventilator named Meng?

Meng Xueli also explained the benefits of the "Four Seas Carrying Wind Array", Zhou Wu coldly interrupted and said, "Would you not join the battle?"

Meng Xueli said helplessly: "The sword formation is not successful. I have no meaning in the formation. You put a litter of money rats into it and let it run randomly. The effect is the same."

All the disciples of Fatang laughed.

Although they didn't understand, they knew that Elder Meng always had such a lively tone when answering questions and pointing out errors.

The playful laughter reached the ears of the four people, but it was a harsh mocking.

Meng Xueli didn't respond when he met each other. He tentatively asked:

"Otherwise, you think about it? This place is really cold, I will go back first ..."

Yaping was wide and the wind was roaring.

Pingxi is a cold lake. He stood by the lake, and the wet and cold air drilled into the bones, like the gangrene of the bones. It was really unbearable. The Faluntang at the foot of the mountain is much more comfortable.

The four men's faces were pale and white, and they all knew clearly that if they were really seen by Meng Xueli, they could only bite them and not recognize them.

Zhou Wu sneered: "Elder Meng is unwilling to cooperate with me and wait for it, so let's just say, why bother with these excuses!"

Behind him, Wu Jing said, "I wasted my hard work and exhausted the elders' safety. Where are the elders in a hurry?" fish."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Liu Xiaohuai turned red: "You, you are bold!"

But he was timid and weak, and was immediately overshadowed by Zhou Wuli:

"Are we wrong? Do you know how much spirit stone Changchun Peak Formation consumes in a year? Personal disciples still work hard, what qualifications do you have to spend extravagantly and enjoy asylum? Hanshan has not paid enough for you now? Let us sacrifice opportunities and keep your secrets safe, are you worthy? "

He suffocated these words for a long time, and finally found the opportunity today. He spoke uprightly and immediately exhaled.

After speaking, not only was not afraid, but in the applause of everyone behind him, he gave birth to inexplicable pride:

"We disrespect the elders, please ask Elder Meng to send me to the deacon to punish."

There is a saying that ‘the law does not blame the public’, and now the public is raging to see how Meng Xueli can treat them.

Meng Xueli just froze in place.

It seems that he finally figured out the situation at this time.

However, the arrangement of the head of the real person is well-intentioned. According to the swordsmanship of the four people in front of them, if they want to compete for the ranking of Dabie, they will lose 80% of their lives.

Zhou Wu is still denounced: "I only hate Ji Xiaojian as a tremendous master, but his vision is poor."

Meng Xueli took a deep breath: "Okay, whatever you say about me. But if I humiliate my dead husband, if I can bear it ..."

Is that still a man?

Yu Qishu hurried to his side and yanked his sleeve: "Don't be impulsive, let's go to the deacon!"

He urged Xiaohuai again: "The situation is not right, go to the deacon chief, no, any elder will do."

Meng Xueli stopped Yu Qishu and calmly said: "I am the elder."

He took off his cloak and handed it to Xiaohuai together with the hand stove. Two steps forward, to Zhou Wudao: "I said your blazing sword is not in flames, are you not convinced?"

Zhou Wuqi laughed extremely back: "Of course I don't accept it! Why, do you want to compete with me?"

Meng Xueli thought about it: "It's not impossible."

There was a burst of discussion among the disciples inside the door.

"Bijian? Am I right?"

"This is what he said, no one can save him this time!"

"I've seen this, and I'll admit it later!"

Hanshan is more sacred and solemn than swords. The two parties reached an agreement that there is no turning point.

Meng Xueli didn't know how angry he was, but only felt a little trouble, and raised his voice slightly: "Who borrows my sword first?"

There was a moment of silence and another snicker. There are no swords, and they say they are better than swords.

Someone said deliberately: "No sword? Calling" Chukongwuya ", let us open our eyes."

"Haha, the **** soldier has spirit, how can he be driven by him?"

On Fatang disciples looked at each other. Most of these little disciples still don't understand, how could this be the case?

Daotong Liu Xiaohuai had a sword. Meng Xueli cut the old peach tree branch in Changchun Peak and cut the peach wood sword for him. He could easily break with two fingers.

Meng Xueli touched his nose: "It's really not."

Yu Qishu looked around, annoyed that he was smart, he brought these people here, originally wanted to support the courage of friends, but now makes friends more embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth: "I have a sword!"

After talking about the storage bag, a light blue sword was sacrificed.

Meng Xueli thanked her and took it with both hands: "What sword is this?"

Yu Qishu whispered: "'Linchi Liu'. Cough, my mother's dowry. Be careful!"

The sword is only three fingers wide, thin and flexible, with a touch of light.

Like the weeping willow in the spring breeze, the mother kept the wandering catkins.

It is a soft sword for women.

Meng Xueli praised politely: "Good sword."

A burst of laughter broke out across the street, which was very lively. It seems that they have never been so happy since they practiced.

——Meng Xueli did not understand the sword at all.

The crowd backed away to make room for the two. By convention, both sides of the sword need to introduce each other.

Zhou Wujian pointed to the ground and raised his head proudly: "My blazing sun sword was cast by a family refining master. I am nine years old and practice the sword. My family elder 'Tai Heng Dao Zun' enlightened himself. "

Yaping cheers.

He entered the Dao since childhood, breaking the obstacles at nineteen, not to mention ‘Taiheng’ is the name of the elder Hanshan. Behind him stands a huge cultivation family. Such a background and achievements are indeed arrogant of heaven, and indeed worthy of pride.

Meng Xueli held ‘Linchi Liu’ with a gentle look: “I have never practiced a sword, but a gentleman borrows a sword and it is not too late for ten years.”

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