Jianghu Demolition Team

That night, he settled in Ningqing Garden to relieve his sorrow. Hualien and Yangchun were squeezed into a room, and a wing room came out for Jie Qianshou.

In the evening, fish and sake returned to the room and talked about the competition. Sake put down the tea, smiled and asked, "What do you want?"

Yuer folded the clothes washed by the two of them, put them in the cabinet, and asked, "What?"

Sake said: "If you have promised you during the day, if you win, I will promise you a request."

Yu'er squatted halfway, closed the cabinet door, resting his right palm on the cold pear tree, and was silent for a while. It emerged at that time, but I didn't actually think about what to ask.

Sake said: "If you don't think about it, then in the future..."

Yuer got up and walked over to Sake: "Couldn't you, hug me..."

Sake was at a loss: "Hug you?" After a long while, he laughed blankly: "What am I saying, Yu'er, you have thought about it for so long, did you come up with such a request? Are you serious?"

The fish nodded. Those things in the day made her feel haggard. The eyes of those people looked at her, which made her tired more than a competition. She couldn't stand the strong gazes of those people. She just wanted to find a quiet place now. Stay in a soft place for a while.

The place where she is is naturally the most reassuring for her.

Sake stood up and gestured: "Is it this way horizontally, or is it this way upright?"

The fish bit her inner lip lightly, the waves in her eyes gleamed, and she was slightly agitated: "It's just like normal..."

Sake walked up to her and gently held her in his arms.

Yu'er leaned on her shoulders and indulged herself for a moment, taking the temperature of her body, and the position of her heart so close to her.

Sake followed the fish’s long hair and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window. I don’t know if it’s the Tiger Roaring Mountain high, and even the moon feels closer.

Sake sighed: "I always thought it was a stubborn stone, but I didn't expect it to be a gem."

Yu'er was confused, and after the whole body was relaxed, even her voice was a little hoarse, she asked: "What?"

Sake said: "I'm boasting that the fish is Baoyu."

Yu'er smiled and said, "I always think that's not the case."

Sake said: "Why?"

Yu'er was silent for a while, and said, "Sake always doesn't say everything."

Sake smiled softly and said, "I'm really complimenting you."

The next day, Yu'er was still a little late because of the previous day of martial arts competition. Sake still didn't call her, but when she asked, it was another Hualien who got up late.

Yu'er couldn't help but wonder, and smiled: "They rarely sleep like this. Did they go to be a thief last night?"

Sake smiled and said, "Who knows."

When the group rushed to the fighting arena, it was noon again. As soon as these people came over, because of Jie Qiansorry and Yu'er, the eyes in the field looked at them in unison.

Yan Beili was supposed to invite Jie Qianshou to sit down, but Jie Qianshou waved his hand, resigned from Yan Beili's kindness, and sat in the middle of the night with the sake group.

The book had only two seats, and Yan Beili's emergency dispatcher added two more places.

Before the sake was over, I saw a figure flashing, sitting on a chair, holding the wine gourd, watching the martial arts competition on the stage.

Several people walked over, Hualien took a closer look, and pointed at him with a folding fan and shouted, "Ah! You foolish alcoholic!" This person turned out to be the Wuzun hero who was deceived by Qin Mu in Jiangnan and guarded the house for him.

Haoyun heard the cry, scratched his messy beard, glanced at Hualien lazily, and exclaimed, "Oh, what a coincidence."

"..."

A group of people took their seats, and the one who stood yesterday is still standing today.

Several people were able to explain to Qianxian. It turned out that the two people met at the foot of the mountain and they went together.

A few people think about it, they are all good wines, and they can naturally get together.

There were a few matches on that stage, and everyone couldn't take much interest in watching it, and most of them chatted around.

Sake and Haoyun are sitting aside. Yu'er glanced, and saw that the two of them were talking with each other, most of which were sake. When they were in Jiangnan, the two were obviously unfamiliar. Facing outsiders, Yu'er had never seen her so enthusiastic, and couldn't help but glance at Haoyun twice, feeling irritable for no reason.

Just out of a trance, the young disciple who had won the battle on the stage suddenly walked over to the sake and the others, bent over and said loudly: "The juniors want to compete with the senior disciples Jie Qianshou, I don't know if this is possible. Honored."

In this world of martial arts, there is the right to challenge the winner. Yu'er won a match yesterday, and she is naturally among the challengeable.

Yu'er had a great demeanor during the battle yesterday, and because she was a sorrowful disciple, she had something to do with the Wuwei Palace and Shaolin Temple, and had long been concerned by many people. Being challenged this time is not unexpected.

Xie Qianshou laughed loudly: "Girl, let's go, Master's bones are old and too lazy to move. This time the world martial arts will not make a move. You can do it for Master, and let the world see Master's ability."

Xie Qianshou is well-known for his palm skills, and he rarely uses swords. His set of palm skills is exquisite and profound, and it is not easy to learn all of them. Yu'er was no more than a beginner, and he was still good at Wuweigong swordsmanship when he came to the stage to compete, but since he spoke, Yuer naturally followed him, still holding the sake and two ritual swords on stage.

The challenger was a young man, and his internal strength was inferior to Yu'er. Although the swordsmanship he used was like everyone else's, he was ultimately defeated by Yu'er and defeated.

Amidst the applause, Yuer was about to step down. A handsome young man in white came onto the stage with a bamboo flute in his hand.

The young man bowed to Yu'er and said, "Hello girl, next is the disciple of Qixian Palace, Xia, I would like to ask the girl for advice."

Qixian Palace used to sell sake face and heal the Yanyu host. Qixian Palace must have something to do with sake. When Yuer heard that it was Qixian Palace, he couldn't help being polite to the disciples of Qixian Palace: "I don't dare to be a teacher."

Yu'er also politely said: "Jie Qiansorious disciple Yu'er." The implication was that he had agreed to fight him.

Seeing her being so polite, Zixia even reported her name on the stage for the first time, her face flushed and her head drooped slightly, and said, "Girl Yuer, please."

When the audience saw that the young man had a thin face, he blushed only after saying a word to a girl. Those who were arrogant and reckless screamed: "Little brother, you can't do this. If you say something, you blush. If it's a bridal chamber. Anthuriums, you must not flow backwards!"

Sake could hear the sound of booing, and looked sideways on the stage.

Yu'er knew that Qixiangong was good at rhythm and bewitched his mind with music, and needed a first move, so he took the initiative to retreat and give in.

Seeing her doing this, Zixia nodded slightly to show respect. He dropped his fingers on the bamboo flute, his thin lips pressed against the blow hole, and for a while, the soothing and melodious flute sound sounded, the sound was peaceful, and there was no hint of killing.

Yu'er frowned and waited for a while, but he didn't see anything weird. He took the initiative to attack and stabbed forward. Yu'er stepped over the ten-odd steps away, and Jian Feng pointed at Zi Xia Xin's mouth with a very flat sword, intended to test.

However, Zi Xia Li stayed in place and didn't hide at all. Yu'er was surprised. When the sword was within half a foot of Zi Xia's body, the sword's edge was deflected and swiped past his waist.

Yu'er was shocked at this moment. She didn't mean to stab the wrong side. She was indeed attacking according to Zi Xia Xin's mouth. How could she be merciful...

When Yu'er was absent-minded, Zi Xia turned the bamboo flute, using the bamboo flute as a short sword, and nodded towards Yu'er's shoulder.

Yu'er dodged quickly, retreating two steps in a row, and couldn't help staying away from Zixia.

Zixia Zhudi leaned to his mouth again, and the tune he played this time changed from the previous one. It was chic, vigorous and chivalrous.

The blood rushed in Yu'er's heart, and in a trance, his body had attacked Zixia again.

She knew it was wrong. Her original intention was to test and wait and respond calmly, but now she moved forward radically. Not only did she take the initiative to attack again, her sword moves changed her previous calmness and appeared a lot more impetuous.

In this way, the flaws were exposed, and Zixia used the bamboo flute to deal with it freely.

Sake supported his cheeks, with a smile: "The generation of Qixian Palace has some talents too."

Haoyun took a sip of wine and let out a sigh of relief: "Why don't I listen to you like a boast."

The fish on the stage couldn't help being anxious, and the feeling of being out of their control was really bad. As soon as she bit the tip of her tongue, she desperately lost her heart, thinking about the countermeasures, and suddenly there was a flash of light in her mind.

Approaching Zixia again, with a vigorous aura, Zixia was startled, unconsciously retreating lightly, and playing the flute in his mouth became louder and more urgent.

Yu'er was shocked to feel that the wind is coming on his face. This Qixiangong kung fu can not only mess up people's minds, but also turn the sound into a sharp edge.

Yu'er evaded sideways, still being cut in the clothes by the wind, but at the same time he felt pain in his ears and chest tightness. Although she was unwell, she moved faster.

Zi Xia had seen her Qingjun's light work. She was timid all over her heart, so she slowed down and was caught up by Yu'er.

The fish raised his hand from below, without using a sword.

This is the palm technique taught by Jie Qianshou, called Feng Yue Zi Lai, Jie Qian Sorrow Good Wine, so the name of the palm techniques taken is quite poetic. This palm is similar to the Buddha's Avalokitesvara Thousand Hands. It seems to have only one palm, but in fact the stamina is continuous, and the palm strength covers all directions. After one palm hits, there are thousands of palms behind.

Yu'er is anxious to be wise, and with this technique, she doesn't believe that she can still be empty. Sure enough, that Zi Xia couldn't hide, and was hit by a sudden blow by Yu'er, flying the bamboo flute.

As soon as the bamboo flute flew, the fish quickly raised a sword, and then pierced Zixia's chest. This time, he did not pierce the other side, and was firmly on Zixia's chest.

Zixia thought she was about to get hurt, and closed her eyes, but she didn't feel the expected pain. She opened her eyes and realized that the sword in Yu'er's hand was without a sharp edge.

Yu'er took the sword and said, "I have accepted it." While speaking, she stretched her hand forward, and she steadily caught the bamboo flute that had been blown away. She walked to Zixia and handed it back.

Zixia took it, Jun's face blushed, and smiled: "Thank you, Miss Yu'er, Miss Yu'er is really amazing, I'm convinced that I lose."

The audience cheered endlessly, not only because of all the sorrows, but also because the fish is really handsome, calm and intelligent, and has a degree of advancement and retreat, so it is loved by people.

After this battle, there was no one looking for Yu'er to challenge for the time being, and Yu'er had to take a breath and stepped down.

Seeing the sake smile at her for an instant, the ink-colored eyes are shining and the smile is beautiful. But Yuer was still a little timid by the sake of seeing sake, and she looked at herself unconsciously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sake smiled and said, "My fish is so charming."

Yuer: "..."