The prince is very fierce

The Longyin Pavilion was bustling with people. On Nuo Da's martial arts stage, the master of ceremonies was between two competitions, stimulating the emotions of the guests in the building, and at the same time giving many distinguished guests time to place their bets:

"In the past three days, Longyin Pavilion has fought forty-two games in a row. It is not easy for the four young heroes to reach this point with complete victory. According to the rules, the top three can challenge the contemporary Qing Kui in Longyin Pavilion today... "

Xu Buling took Zhu Manzhi to the side door at the back of Longyin Pavilion for nobles to enter and exit. Under the attentive welcome of the owner of Longyin Pavilion, he sat down on the top floor of the main building in the middle, waiting for the challenger to appear later.

The golden plaque of 'Qingkui' was also carried over and hung on the highest point of Longyin Pavilion, tied with red flowers. There were also three swords and a painting box on the table below. Because it is a plaque written by the emperor, there are two teams of wolf guards guarding it to prevent things from going wrong.

Most of the guests present today are here to watch the martial arts competition, but there are also some scholars and ladies among them, because after the fight, Xu Danqing's first painting will appear. This is something that both civil and military officials care about. Even the great scholars in the city are A few came, waiting eagerly beside them.

Xu Buring sat on the terrace on the top floor of the main building. There was a bead curtain hanging in front of him. He could overlook the entire venue, but could not see it from below. It could be said to be an excellent stand. Longyin Pavilion also sent two top singers from Yingchun Tower to play music, but Xu Buling didn't want them.

Zhu Manzhi was the first to come here. He walked around the large room a few times, then ran to the terrace. He raised his head carefully and took a look, then quickly retracted, feeling a little excited:

"Mr. Xu, I have made inquiries in the past few days. Among the people who came to steal your sign this time, only Situ Huyu and Tang Jiu'er are more powerful. They are both defeated by your men. Don't worry, Master."

Xu Buling leaned against the luxuriously decorated large chair, put his sword on the sword stand, raised his hand and patted the seat next to him:

"It's just a formality. What am I worried about? Come and sit down."

Zhu Manzhi chuckled, walked to a very large chair and sat down, imitating Xu Buling's posture and leaning on it, with her calves dangling in the air, her embroidered shoes dangling, and staring at the audience intently.

In the audience was Situ Huyu, who was brutally torturing vegetables with 28 consecutive knives. For other young people, it was naturally frightening to watch, but for Xu Buling, it was no different from a fight between children.

After sitting for a while, Xu Buling moved his eyes to the little girl next to him, looked up and down a few times, and then...

Zhu Manzhi was concentrating on it and was looking at the ring below. Suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled and he felt a big hand on his leg. ? !

Zhu Manzhi suddenly came back to her senses, quietly lowered his head and glanced at the hem of her skirt, his fingers still tapping. Looking sideways, Mr. Xu's face was as calm as a crown jewel, and he looked at the arena below, sometimes shaking his head slowly, looking very seriously.

"..."

Zhu Manzhi took a gentle breath, thinking that Xu Buling used her legs as the armrests of the chair, so she acted as if she didn't notice, and continued to stare down, her face slowly turned red, and she stepped back, and then again Turning red, I unconsciously remembered the last time I was in the carriage and was accidentally touched by the unconscious Xu Buling...

clang

A gong appeared on the ring.

The fainted martial artist was carried off. Situ Huyu raised his hands and clasped his fists, carrying the nine-ring knife, walked to the seat under the ring and sat down. Sometimes he looked towards the top of the main building, with a bit of reverence in his eyes.

The emcee in a white robe walked up to the ring holding a white paper fan, looked at the thousands of guests around him, and said loudly:

"Congratulations to Qianren Sect Situ Huyu, Youzhou Tang Family Tang Jiu, and Tiexian Boxing Hall Yang Song for ranking in the top three. Because this competition is held in Chang'an, there must be many heroes who failed to catch up or have just received the news. , If you are dissatisfied, you can still go on stage now, but when the gong sounds and Prince Su appears, you will have no chance. "

Most of the young heroes standing under the ring were injured and had been up there long ago if they could. They all began to urge the main show to start as soon as possible.

On the terrace, Zhu Manzhi, who was blushing and panting slightly, quietly touched Xu Buling with his elbow:

"Mr. Xu, it's your turn."

"oh."

Xu Buling seemed to have just come back to his senses, and naturally retracted his hand to get up. Before he could get up, he saw someone actually coming up to the ring below.

Zhu Manzhi, who was adjusting her skirt, suddenly became angry, but did not dare to say anything. She could only sit on the chair and pretend that nothing happened. But when he took a closer look at the audience, his face was stunned for a moment:

"Hey - this scholar..."

Under the attention of all the guests, next to the big arena between the fifth floor, a scholar carrying a book box and wearing a scarf trotted up the steps and put the bamboo box on his back aside.

The emcee standing in the middle of the ring frowned, looked at it, and said:

"This... this young master, are you coming up?"

The scholar put down the bamboo box and gave a scholarly salute to the guests present with a warm smile: "I went to visit my tutor a few days ago and was delayed for some time. I just came here and kept you waiting for a long time." He took it from the side of the book box. A long strip wrapped in black cloth.

The master of ceremonies really didn't expect that someone would come up to ask for a beating at this time. The purpose of setting up a public challenge was to invite heroes from all over the world. Naturally, if they dared to go on stage, they would not be chased away. However, Prince Su's rich body made it uncomfortable to wait up there for a long time. He immediately turned his head and looked at the seats where Situ and others were sitting:

"This young hero also uses a sword. Why don't you, Ninth Young Master, come over and meet me?"

Tang Jiu, who was sitting on the armchair, still had some blood scabs on his forehead, which were caused by Zhu Liu hitting him with copper coins last time. However, Tang Jiu didn't care about it. The Tang and Zhu families were blood feuds, and he was able to survive under the sword saint Zhu Liu and only suffered some skin injuries, which was something worth bragging about.

Seeing someone holding a sword on the stage, Tang Jiu took the sword from the servant and stood up. Going on stage in such an occasion with thousands of people's attention is an opportunity to increase his reputation. He must not have the courage to fight Xu Buling later, so he would not refuse to show his face and show the majesty of the Tang family sword.

As the two young swordsmen came on stage, Longyin Pavilion suddenly became quiet. Many people admired the courage of the scholar, and the doctor on call carried a stretcher to the steps, ready to go up and give first aid at any time.

Ding

The emcee struck the gong and stood on the edge of the ring to make way.

The Tang family was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a sword and looking at the scholar twenty steps away, raising his hand to salute:

"Tang Jiu, Tang family in Youzhou."

Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and was ready to go.

Since being defeated by Zuo Yezi in seconds, Tang Jiu has changed his habit of underestimating the enemy and his eyes are extremely cautious.

The scholar held a green long sword, and was as gentle as a sour scholar. He raised his hand to salute:

"Yuelu Mountain, Meiqusheng."

"..."

"???"

Everyone was confused and felt that the name was a little familiar.

Tang Jiu was holding a long sword and was looking at the other party in confusion...

Swish

First, the cold light shocked the world, and then the sword energy rushed to the bullfighting.

On the hundred-step high platform, the cold light flashed, and under the cold sword light, it was like a breeze sweeping through the building.

The whole audience was shocked, and their thoughts were instantly shattered by this sword.

Various names emerged from this sword, and the guests finally realized who this plain-looking scholar on the stage was.

Green bamboo and plum wine, free and easy with Qusheng.

One sword moved Chang'an!

Mei Qusheng!

Before Xu Buling won the Qingkui gold plaque, Dayue recognized the first of the younger generation!

Plop

Tang Jiu fell straight to the ground, and the long sword that had not yet been drawn fell to the side. There was a bloodstain on the right bun, which was exactly the same as the wound on the left that had healed, without any difference.

"Wow"

The whole audience exclaimed, and the shouts of the ladies even suppressed the scolding of the warriors present.

Mei Qusheng put away the long sword, turned around and saluted Tang Jiu, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive:

"I'm sorry, it's the rule of your Tang family to bleed when the sword is unsheathed."

"Mr. Mei"

"Ah~"