I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Master Mu, please come in. Master Lu, please come in."

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he said loudly.

The two of them had profound internal strength, and their conversation across the courtyard was as if it was right beside their ears.

"Master Mu of Wudang greets Master Lin and Miss Aqing."

A moment later, a downtrodden but handsome old Taoist, led by the housekeeper, walked into the backyard.

Behind Master Mu was a handsome middle-aged man with a beard as long as his eyebrows.

This iconic look was naturally the Lu Xiaofeng known as the "Four Eyebrows".

"Today, I am not here for no reason."

After greeting each other, Taoist Mu smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Lin was in charge of the imperial city's sword contest, so I shamelessly asked him to use the back door to ask for two spectator spots."

"The Taoist priest is well-informed."

Lin Xuan smiled and looked at Taoist Mu: "Did Taoist Mu meet with Minister Wang early in the morning?"

"Last night, notices were posted all over the capital that Mr. Lin was in charge of the sword contest."

"The spectator spots were also drawn up by the young master alone."

Taoist Mu was a little surprised: "Could it be that Mr. Lin doesn't know about this yet?"

"So that's the case... Minister Wang just told me about this yesterday afternoon. I didn't expect the court to act so quickly."

Lin Xuan was a little speechless and smiled: "Taoist Mu was indeed not wrong."

It seems that Wang Qiong was also troubled by the spectator spots.

He had long planned to leave this mess to himself.

It is very likely that even the notice was written.

Seeing that he agreed, he immediately announced it.

"This..., Shangshu Wang agreed at that time to help the old Taoist to speak well of the young master."

"Xiaofeng has always been chivalrous and righteous. A while ago, he helped the court to catch Jin Jiuling, the embroidery thief. He is considered one of us."

Mu Daoren's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Originally, Wei Ziyun planned to let Xiaofeng draft the selection of the sword-watching candidates."

"As far as I know, the matter of entering the palace involves a lot of things. It should be decided by the current emperor, the prime minister and Shangshu Wang. Wei Ziyun has no right to influence it."

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and said lightly: "If Wei Ziyun can arrange it, you two can find him."

Since the quota is in Lin Xuan's hands, he will take the blame if something goes wrong.

Who to give it to naturally has to follow Lin Xuan's rules.

However, it seems that Wei Ziyun, the inner guard, really gave the ribbon to Lu Xiaofeng in the original work and asked Lu Xiaofeng to bring people into the palace.

It seems that not only did he not get the emperor's authorization.

Even the name of the visitor does not need to be reported.

Logically, even the Prime Minister cannot make such a decision alone.

Even Wang Qiong, after being authorized by Zhu Houzhao, was extremely cautious.

Lin Xuan couldn't figure out why Wei Ziyun, a mere fourth-rank imperial guard, was so bold.

Do you want to play a game of Nine Clans Candy Crush because you have too many family members?

"The old Taoist and Xiaofeng have always been on good terms, so we came together."

Mu Daoren was stunned for a moment, and quickly showed a good smile, indicating that he would not offend either side: "Since Mr. Lin is in charge of this matter, Mr. Lin will naturally make the full decision."

He listened to Wang Qiong's serious explanation of Lin Xuan's suspected origins, and he was half-believing and half-doubting in his heart, and decided to meet him.

But this kind of thing requires a tacit understanding...

Mu Daoren felt that everyone should just get acquainted and make good friends, and there was no need to be nosy.

As for the number of audience members, Mu Daoren didn't really care that much.

It's not like they're going to elect the head of Wudang...

"I'm afraid of trouble. When I heard they were going to let me designate the candidates to enter the palace, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for two days."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed repeatedly: "There are only five places, and there are more than 500 people who want to go. Just think about how troublesome it will be."

"Since I promised to be responsible for this matter, I naturally won't care about this little trouble."

Lin Xuan smiled: "Do you want to go, Brother Lu?"

"City Lord Ye and Ximen Chuxue are both my friends. I really want to go and see them."

Lu Xiaofeng pondered "But what's the price?"

"You two are famous all over the world, and I have heard of your chivalry. It's okay to give you two quotas."

"But since we are responsible for this kind of thing, we must treat everyone equally and give others an explanation."

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he said calmly: "Let's do this. You two take on A Qing's moves. No matter who wins or loses, I will grant you the token to enter the palace."

Although Lu Xiaofeng is a playboy and a playboy, he is not a bad person and is very kind to his friends.

Throughout the series, this guy's position has always been on the side of the court.

Among the top masters, he is unique.

In this messy situation, Lin Xuan thinks that he can still give face.

However, if the quota is given away for nothing, it will be worthless.

It's better to take this opportunity to let A Qing fight with a few more people and accumulate some experience.

This girl, A Qing, must have no problem with her kendo talent.

Although internal strength cannot be acquired quickly, it is enough for her for now.

What is most lacking now is actual combat.

It is quite necessary to fight with a few more masters.

"Miss A Qing?"

Taoist Mu looked at A Qing's timid appearance and nodded with a smile: "Since Master Lin said so, I have no objection."

"I saw a woman named Gongsun Da Niang a while ago, she was also very powerful. Women in the martial arts world are getting more and more terrifying now."

Lu Xiaofeng muttered twice, with a wry smile on his lips, but his eyes were quite confident.

No matter what, he can be regarded as a top master in the arena.

It's not like he even dares to learn a few tricks with other girls.

"Are these two powerful?"

Ah Qing was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, pulled Lin Xuan's sleeves, and asked in a low voice.

"A pretty good master."

Lin Xuan patted the little girl on the shoulder: "You are also very powerful, don't be afraid, just compete seriously."

"...I'm not afraid of them."

Ah Qing was a little happy, nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll be more serious."

"Mr. Lin, Miss Ah Qing, I practice a fingering technique called 'Lingxi Yi Finger'."

"It's taken from Li Shangyin's poem of the past, 'The body has no colorful phoenix and two flying wings, but the heart has a clear understanding'."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ah Qing's nonchalant expression and asked, "Have you ever heard of this?"

If the opponent is a master, Lu Xiaofeng will naturally go all out.

But she was just a little-known beautiful girl, and Lu Xiaofeng was embarrassed to take advantage of her, so she felt it was necessary to explain a few words.

Otherwise, if you turn around and reach out to grab someone else's pink fist, others will think that you are deliberately frivolous...

It's also quite embarrassing.

"Li Yishan's poems are novel in conception and can be called a generational poet. Of course I have heard of them."

Lin Xuan smiled and explained to Ah Qing calmly.

"...I'm talking about this fingering technique."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and explained patiently: "Although this Lingxi Finger is not a murderous skill, it can defeat all the moves in the world. It can be used to control swords, whips, spears, fists, feet and hidden weapons, so it is somewhat unpopular."

"So awesome."

Ah Qing blinked and picked up the bamboo stick on the ground: "Then I want to give it a try!"

"Bamboo stick?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment: "You learned the stick method? Why is the grip so weird?"

"This is swordsmanship. I can't use an iron sword, so I use a bamboo stick instead."

Ah Qing doesn't like to talk too much: "I'm going to draw my sword, be careful!"

"Swordsmanship? That's fine. Miss Ah Qing invites you."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and shook his head. He stretched out his right hand with his index and middle fingers raised in front of him.

Ah Qing waved his bamboo stick and stabbed forward leisurely.

The green bamboo stick shook slightly in the air and split into two.

Tai Chi Tao, Tao gives birth to one, gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things!

In an instant, the green bamboo sticks turned into thousands of blue blurs.

The bamboo shadows rolled like a tide, sweeping towards Lu Xiaofeng.

Ah Qing felt that it was enough to have Tai Chi in his heart, and the original sword circle of the Tai Chi sword was dispensable, so he omitted them all.

"???"

Mu Taoren's body trembled, and the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stiffened.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Lu Xiaofeng's pupils shrank instantly, with a look of horror in her eyes.

With his cultivation level, he could only feel countless green bamboo shadows.

It is even impossible to completely grasp the movement trajectory of the green bamboo stick.

It's as if it has transformed into Tai Chi of heaven and earth, and is everywhere.

"Fight it."

Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath, and her body turned into afterimages, heading towards the tidal bamboo shadows.

In mid-air, the sound of clashing energy kept ringing out, like an iron horse with an iron sword.

Bamboo shadows all over the sky stirred up the blue sky and continued to dissipate.

After a moment, all light and shadow shattered.

All movements suddenly stopped.

Lu Xiaofeng stood proudly, holding the green bamboo stick between two fingers of her right hand.

"Xiao Feng!"

Mu Taoist's face changed slightly and he lost his voice.

"The bamboo stick is caught by you, let's call it a draw."

Ah Qing thought for a moment and let go of the green bamboo stick in his hand.

"The bamboo stick is indeed clamped, and I can block the sword energy, but..."

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long sigh and gently loosened her fingers.

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the green bamboo stick split into countless bamboo strands and scattered in the wind.

"There is such a sword intent in the world..."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, opened her mouth suddenly, spit out a mouthful of blood mist, and fell back.

The next moment, dense blood spots appeared on Lu Xiaofeng's clothes.

The white robe was instantly dyed blood red.

This was caused by the ubiquitous Tai Chi sword intent.

In the face of Ah Qing's sword intent, the protective aura was meaningless.

"If this continues, it will be Emperor Shaktian who should be afraid..."

Lin Xuan felt a sense of expectation in his heart and walked towards Lu Xiaofeng.