Nightwatcher

"The saint of Tianzong and my elder brother are friends. The two met in the Yunzhou case last year. The saint of Tianzong followed my elder brother to fight the enemy bravely, wiped out the rebels and suppressed the mountain bandits, shared weal and woe, and forged a deep friendship." Xu Xinnian While explaining, he took a sip of tea.

The eldest brother told him these words, and the mother also said that the reason why the saintess of Tianzong had formed a private army in Yunzhou to suppress bandits in the past year was because the saintess of Tianzong told her herself.

The Tianzong Saintess and Xu Yinluo formed a deep friendship. Wang Simu suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, and then his face was filled with a gentle smile, and said:

"I heard from the guest in the mansion that Li Miaozhen, the saint of Tianzong, has the strength of the fourth rank, and even if Chu Yuanzhen competes with him, her strength is not inferior. Looking at the capital, such a young man has a fourth rank. , very few."

Chu Yuanzhen is not young anymore. Xu Nian nodded and said, "The two protagonists in the battle between heaven and man are indeed dragons and phoenixes among men."

Wang Simu took advantage of the situation and said: "However, in a few years, Xu Yinluo will definitely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with these two. After the battle, everyone in the capital is saying that Xu Yinluo's talent is not inferior to King Zhenbei."

Xu Nian raised his jaw, and said in a calm tone, "Brother's cultivation level is still a bit low. These rumors are all flattery."

He seemed very proud, sure enough, complimenting Xu Qi'an was very good at winning Xu Cijiu's favor, Wang Simu analyzed it in his heart.

The carriage drove slowly, and at the gate of the inner city, they ran into the teams in Huaiqing and Lin'an. Two carriages made of golden nanmu stopped at the gate of the city.

"Your Highness, do you think that is Miss Wang's carriage?"

The maid who lifted the curtain to see the scenery saw Wang Simu's carriage, and turned her head to tell Lin'an happily.

"It's really Sister Simu's carriage." Lin'an leaned over to take a look, smiled, and ordered: "Go and inform her, please come here, I want to ride with her."

The maid immediately shouted at the top of her voice.

On the other side, Wang Simu in the carriage heard the call, opened the curtain in astonishment, and saw the word Lin'an embroidered on the yellow silk cover of the golden nanmu carriage opposite.

Immediately responded with a smile: "His Royal Highness Lin'an."

Lin'an pushed the servant girl away, lifted the curtain with bare hands, and said with a smile: "Sister Simu also went to Weishui to watch the dispute between heaven and man?"

Wang Simu gave a sweet "hmm".

Lin'an suddenly became happy, his peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons, and he beckoned his little hands: "Come, come to Ben Gong."

Wang Simu was about to speak, when suddenly her eyebrows frowned, Xiu Pa covered her mouth and nose, and coughed violently.

Lin'an said with concern: "What's wrong."

Wang Simu said helplessly: "A few days ago I had a cold and took a few medicines, but it's not a serious problem. However, even though it's embers, it's not good to infect His Highness."

With a regretful face, Zhuan Xiang told Miss Wang to rest well.

Wang Simu smiled and said yes, at this moment, she saw the carriage in front of her, the window suddenly opened, and a pair of eyes as clear as a cold pool cast a cold glance at her.

In an instant, Wang Simu felt that all his little thoughts and thoughts were seen clearly.

She forced a smile and lowered the curtain.

After the carriage drove for a while, Wang Simu felt relieved, patted his chest, looked at Xu Xinian and said, "I am most afraid of getting along with His Highness Huaiqing, she is too smart."

Xu New Year smiled.

With an open mind and a firm will, you can face all situations calmly. It doesn't matter even if you see your inner thoughts.

This is because Xu Erlang has experienced several social deaths and tempered himself out of the city.

Life is the best teacher.

Two golden nanmu carriages waited for a long time at the gate of the inner city, and finally eight silver gongs arrived, leading a dozen silver gongs and more than 30 bronze gongs, riding neatly in a team.

The last one, Jin Luo, was on duty at the Yamen for several days and could not leave.

Seeing the appearance of guards, Mount Zhuang showed a sudden look, she always felt that there were too few guards to ensure the safety of herself and Huaiqing in the mixed environment.

In keeping with Huaiqing's trust, Mount Mounted did not raise this issue.

"With so many golden gongs and silver gongs accompanying us, Huaiqing and I are safe even if there are tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side." Zhuan Xiang felt extremely at ease.

Huaiqing lifted the curtains of the car, glanced at the watchmen, frowned and said, "Where's Xu Ningyan?"

Jiang Lvzhong shook his head and cursed with a smile: "This kid sits in court for three days fishing and two days drying nets. Most of the time he can't find anyone. Who knows why he went."

Huaiqing nodded, put down the curtain, the team started, passed through the outer city, and after driving on the official road for more than half an hour, the carriage stopped slowly.

"Your Highness, the only way forward is on foot."

The head guard said.

Huaiqing and Lin'an got out of the carriage respectively, both in vigorous attire, the former had full breasts, protruding forward and backward, showing off the plump figure of a woman.

The latter uses a moiré ribbon to outline the waist of the water snake, and there are various twists and styles when walking. Obviously she has never done any seductive behavior, but she is even more charming and seductive than her sister Huaiqing.

Under the protection of the watchman and the palace guards, Huaiqing and Lin'an left the official road and walked into the weedy wasteland. After walking for a quarter of an hour, Lin'an's trousers and small cotton boots were covered with dew and grass dust.

"A lot of people"

Lin'an suddenly stopped, expressing emotion.

The Wei River is twenty feet wide, and during the flood season, the width of the river may even rise to thirty feet. At this time, both sides of the Weishui River were crowded with people, including people from the rivers and lakes carrying swords and swords, and ordinary people in the city who came out to watch the excitement.

There are also idlers in the capital, officials who ask for leave to watch the battle between heaven and man, and nobles such as nobles.

Of course, students from Guozijian and Yunlu Academy, as well as wealthy daughters like Wang Simu are also indispensable.

These people, with more than a dozen guards, cleared the field arbitrarily and monopolized a place.

"Clearance."

Huaiqing who picked a good place waved his hand and ordered the guards to work.

"Another big man is coming."

"That woman is so beautiful, there are so many golden gong guards around her?!"

The expelled Jianghu people seemed to be used to it, swore and switched positions, and incidentally gossiped about Huaiqing's identity.

"She is the eldest princess of our Dafeng, her title is Huaiqing." A person from the capital said.

"Remember, she was sitting in the imperial shed when she was fighting martial arts that day."

"The princess that we are congratulating is actually such a beautiful woman. Is there a marriage? Who is the son-in-law?"

"None of the four princesses of the royal family are married, and they are waiting in the boudoir. The one next to her is the Second Highness Lin'an. I think Princess Lin'an"

Originally wanted to comment a few words, but thought that the golden gongs had sharp eyes and ears, they probably heard the discussion here, so they shut up immediately and did not dare to talk about the princess indiscriminately.

Zhan Zhan looked left and right in the crowd, frowned and said, "Where is the dog slave, Huaiqing, where is the dog slave?"

Huaiqing ignored her.

"go away go away"

At this moment, there was a loud shout, and Zhuan Zhuan and Huai Qing turned around to see dozens of soldiers in solid armor wielding their scabbards to drive away the crowd.

The soldiers guarded a woman wearing a veiled hat. The veiled hat hung down with a light veil, and there was a veil inside. No matter how high the warrior was, he could not see the woman's true face through the two layers of protection.

"The concubine is here, let's go say hello." Mounted looked at Huaiqing.

Huaiqing turned his face coldly, dismissively.

The golden gongs turned their heads one after another, looking at the princess surrounded by the guards, their eyes were full of curiosity.

Princess Zhenbei is known as the number one beauty in Dafeng, but her true face is rarely seen. It was not the first time for Jin Luo present to see her, but every time she took layers of protection, she never had the chance to see her face.

"Even she is here, the princess was not disturbed by the fight last time." Jiang Lvzhong sighed.

"The fighting method is mysterious and mysterious. What's so interesting about it? The battle between heaven and man in the Taoist sect has been brewing for more than a month. No one is not curious." Zhang Kaitai said.

At this time, when I first arrived at Maoshi, there will be another three quarters of an hour, and there will be a dispute between heaven and man.

Hundreds of people gathered by the Weishui River, looking forward to the next battle. The expressions of the people were elated, just like going to a market.

Outside the crowd, a pergola was set up to sell tea and breakfast food, and the price was more expensive than the stalls in the inner city.

The expressions of the people in the Jianghu are anticipation and excitement. The battle between heaven and man is once a Jiazi, and every time is the prosperity of the Dafeng Jianghu, second only to the martial arts conference once every thirteen years.

"Hey, look, Liu Yun from the Shuangdaomen is here, is the one next to her the sect master Cheng Hensheng?" someone shouted.

Following the sound, a group of well-dressed Jianghu people came. They were characterized by carrying two scimitars, dark skin, and sharp eyebrows.

One of them was a girl with two knives on her back, she was very beautiful, her skin was wheat-colored, her eyes were sharp and sharp, like a vigorous female leopard, she was extremely wild.

She followed behind a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's breath was restrained, as if he was not as sharp-edged as the doorman behind him.

"The people from the Luya Jiange are here too, the Butterfly Sword blue dress is so beautiful, it deserves its reputation."

"What is the cultivation level of Pavilion Master Lan Huan now? I remember last year it was rumored that he broke through and became a fourth-rank martial artist."

"I saw Miss Rongrong from Wanhualou, hehe, she is indeed a seductive little fairy."

"Are those monks from Qinglong Temple?"

As the time for the decisive battle approached, more and more masters of the rivers and lakes sect arrived. They were different from casual cultivators, and they were "big shots" with a place and a reputation.

Lan Huan, the master of the Luya Sword Pavilion, chose a good position with a wide view, then turned his head, looked at the master of the Shuangdao Gate not far away, and clasped his fists and said:

"It is said that the main cultivation of the Shuangdaomen is unfathomable. Seeing you today, the reputation is well-deserved."

An unremarkable opening statement.

The dark-skinned, unsmiling Sect Master of Double Swords looked over and said indifferently: "Master Lan Pavilion is too famous, I am not as good as you."

He hasn't reached the fourth grade yet.

What? The master of the Double Knife Gate is not as good as the master of the Luya Jiange?

The eyes of the people around are brightened, and they are excited to eat a big melon. When bragging with relatives and friends in the future, they can use this "secret" to gain attention.

The sweet-looking and lively butterfly sword Lan Caiyi looked at the wheat-colored two-door heroine Liu Yun. The two eyes met, and Lan Caiyi proudly puffed out her chest.

Liu Yun squinted her eyes and looked away with disdain.

Lan Huan continued: "Master, in the contest between heaven and man, which side do you think has the better chance of winning?"

"The two sects of heaven and man have been fighting for thousands of years, and they have won and lost. Let's not judge who is superior and who is inferior. However, for Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, I think Chu Yuanzhen has a better chance of winning." Sect Master of Shuangdaomen Said.

"Why?" Lan Huan asked with a smile.

"Chu Yuanzhen was hailed by Wei Yuan as the number one swordsman in the capital six years ago. At that time, Li Miaozhen was not yet an adult. With this background alone, he already surpassed Li Miaozhen." The sect master said.

Lan Huan had a different opinion, and said: "You don't know, but Chu Yuanzhen is a registered disciple of Renzong, he follows the martial arts system, and he practices Renzong's way of swordsmanship.

"There is a problem with the way, and Li Miao is really a saint of Tianzong."

There are still these insiders who eat melons with great interest.

Suddenly, some people in the capital asked loudly: "How are these two people compared to our Xu Yinluo?"

When Lan Huan heard this, he laughed it off and didn't answer.

The head of the Double Knife Gate sneered.

"Hey, you two, what does that mean?"

The people in the capital were unhappy.

Butterfly Jianlan Caiyi looked around at the crowd and said crisply:

"Although Xu Yinluo is a talent of the sky, his aptitude is comparable to King Zhenbei, but he is only a seventh-rank warrior. As for Chu Yuanzhen, a disciple of the Human Sect, and Li Miaozhen, the saint of the Tianzong, the former was able to compete with a fourth-rank warrior many years ago. The golden gong fight is inextricably linked. Although he lost, after so many years, his strength may not be inferior to the fourth rank.

"Li Miao really dares to come to the capital to fight, so she is naturally a fourth rank."

The people in the capital don't know how to cultivate, but they still understand the simple classification of ranks. So Xu Yinluo, the great hero in their minds, is only a seventh-rank warrior?

The two protagonists in the battle between heaven and man are indeed fourth rank.

"You fart, you dare to slander Xu Yinluo, everyone throws stones at her."

"The little girl has a pretty skin, but her mouth smells bad, hetui"

The common people were very disappointed, and then filled with anger, and channeled their anger on Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi.

"Hmph, the dog slave is obviously a sixth grade." Zhuan Jia spat.

She was a little unhappy, in Lin'an's understanding, her own dog servant was the hero, who alone held off thousands of rebels in Yunzhou. In front of the star observatory, he defeated the Buddhist arhat.

This is something only great people can do.

She always felt that the dog slave was the best, but now, she was brought out for comparison and analysis. It was suddenly discovered that the rank of the dog slave was only rank seven.

This huge sense of gap made her very uncomfortable.

"In Dafeng capital, those who are young and have a fourth-rank cultivation are no more than five fingers." A quack in a black robe said in a deep voice.

"Well, Xu Yinluo must be called a fourth-rank martial artist, but he is still too young, and he is far behind Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen." Another person from the Jianghu added.

boom!

A rock smashed over and shattered on the invisible air shield.

That man from the rivers and lakes was furious, but he didn't dare to explode. This is the boundary of the capital, surrounded by dignitaries and experts from the government. If he dares to hurt civilians, he will definitely be severely punished by the strong officials from the government.

"Nonsense, how majestic Xu Yinluo smashed the golden body with a knife. How could it be only the seventh rank."

"That's right, why is Chu Yuanzhen so powerful, why doesn't he fight or break the little monk's golden body?"

"I think among the young masters in the capital, only Xu Yinluo is the most powerful. You idiots just can't see Xu Yinluo's glory."

There was a lot of scolding, and the common people reacted fiercely, filled with righteous indignation.

But cursing and cursing, seeing that no one in the world spoke up for Xu Yinluo, not even the people from the government and the beaters, they gradually believed in this fact.

There was great disappointment in my heart.

At this moment, the sound of howling wind came from overhead, and a figure flew with a sword, condensing in the sky above the Weishui River.

This person was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a handsome face, not too old, but not too young, and a strand of white hair hanging from his forehead spoke of his vicissitudes.

"Chu Yuanzhen!"

Below, surprise cries sounded from the crowd.

Just as the words fell, another whistle sounded, and in the distance, a woman with a flying sword came quickly and stopped opposite Chu Yuanzhen.

The saint of Tianzong wore a simple Taoist robe, her hair was tied with an ebony Taoist hairpin, her face was fair and sharp, her eyes were like lacquer, and her lips were slender. As the rumors said, she was an eye-catching beauty.

Seeing this scene, the people in the capital who were annoyed a moment ago suddenly lost their voices.

Yu Jian flies and stands in the sky. This is a fairy character that only exists in the story books and storytellers. In such a comparison, Xu Yinluo, who often travels on horseback, really does not have enough face.

"Today's battle, we will do our best." Li Miaozhen stared at the blue-clothed swordsman on the opposite side.

"Okay." Chu Yuanzhen nodded.

The duel between the Taoist leaders is the business of the Taoist leaders. The current battle between heaven and man is a matter between the two of them.

Chu Yuanzhen knew that if Luo Yuheng couldn't break through to the first rank, the battle between heaven and man would be more serious than good. If he avoids this battle and does not fight, Renzong will still send other disciples to fight.

Rather than losing to Li Miaozhen and embarrassing Zongzong, it is better for him to come. Can win at least three strokes first.

It can be regarded as repaying Renzong's grace of bestowing the sword.

"Everyone, quit ten feet." Chu Yuanzhen shouted.

On both sides of the Wei River, the onlookers backed away with a "crash".

The battle between heaven and man was on the verge of breaking out. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the two in mid-air, both nervous and excited.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, very penetrating, echoing over the Weishui River, echoing in the fields in the morning light.

The sound of the zither was so uncoordinated that it disrupted the rhythm of Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, and let the momentum of the two climb up.

Chu Yuanzhen saw that Li Miaozhen's face suddenly became stiff, and couldn't help but look back. Then, Chu Zhuangyuan's face also froze.

The onlookers followed the sound of the zither and saw a black awning boat floating in the distance. A tall and straight young man stood proudly on the bow of the boat, holding a knife and looking at the undulating river with a meaningful expression.

He is here, coming slowly in the exclusive bgm.

PS: Headache, chest tightness, general weakness. Heatstroke caused electrolyte imbalance, and the headache was relieved after scraping, but at night, there was a sudden, sudden pain. If it didn't improve tomorrow, I had to go to the hospital.

This year is very hot, everyone pay attention to heatstroke prevention.

The recent update is not good, sorry, when I recover, I will update it and return it.