Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

On the high platform.

Luo Xuan protected his sister and retreated to the back of the stage.

Wen Jiutian drew out the Fire God Sword, and when he was about to leave, he looked at the White-haired Immortal and asked: "Xiaobai, take the sword and leave quickly. Don't let your lady wait anxiously."

Seeing that the White-haired Immortal was unmoved, Wen Jiutian glanced at the Fire God Sword in his hand and smiled: "This, you want it too?" He was about to hand it over.

Wei Tinglu couldn't bear to watch it, but he restrained himself and said: "Mr. Wen, the rule of our village is that you have to take the sword yourself."

Wen Jiutian smiled: "Just now, the young swordsman said the same thing in the audience."

Wei Tinglu glanced at the audience and smiled: "It was because of him that I broke the rules for you once."

Wen Jiutian was stunned, and he also understood the reason.

He clasped his fists to Wei Tinglu and said: "The Changge, I will give it to Xiaobai."

"White-haired, come back." A woman's voice came again.

The white-haired fairy paused and looked at Wei Tinglu: "Can I take the sword?"

"But the girl who just spoke uses a sword?" Wei Tinglu asked.

The white-haired fairy nodded.

"Since it is given to that girl by Master Wen, please go." Wei Tinglu took a step back.

The white-haired fairy asked in confusion: "Do you know my girl?"

Wei Tinglu raised his mouth, "I also know Tianwaitian."

"White hair, stop talking, come back!" the purple-clothed man urged.

The white-haired fairy smiled, picked up Jiuge, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Wen Jiutian: "Qinjian, without Qin, it can only be a sword."

Wei Tinglu smiled slightly and looked at Wen Jiutian.

The latter also smiled awkwardly: "I'll go get the Qin, and I'll personally deliver it if I'm lucky." After that, Wen Jiutian jumped off the platform.

Many people in the audience were angry. Wei Tinglu's last sword in his life was actually given to Tianwaitian by the young man of the Wen family. Some people even murmured that the Poison Master and the Demon Girl were a perfect match.

"Stinky boy, sometimes playing the Qin Girl, sometimes playing Tianwaitian, you are simply a rebellious son." Wenhujiu smiled, but in fact he was very happy in his heart. After all, this behavior was too similar to when he was young!

The White-haired Immortal was about to leave, but he bumped into Wenhujiu and was stunned: "You are here too?"

"How rude, my nephew gave you a sword, but you didn't say thank you, and you didn't even call me senior when you saw me." Wenhujiu shook the wine pot: "Have a drink?"

"I dare not drink the wine of the Wen family." The White-haired Immortal shook his head.

"Don't rush to leave, there will be good swords later." Wenhujiu smiled.

"There are more?" The White-haired Immortal was stunned and turned around.

Wei Tinglu still stood on the high platform. He said proudly: "Today, I, Wei Tinglu, have something to do, and I need your witnesses. From today on, I will retire to the Sword Forging Pavilion, and my son Wei Changfeng will take over my position."

At this time, the young sword servant who was watching with tears and blood stood up reluctantly and said to Wen Hujiu: "Sir, Master Wen is back, can he stay for a few days?"

"Hahaha, it's up to him whether to stay or not, I can't control him." Wen Hujiu laughed.

Wei Changfeng jumped onto the high platform.

It turned out that he was the new owner of Mingjian Villa.

"My son is nineteen years old, he is qualified to be the owner of this villa!" Wei Tinglu paused, and then said loudly: "Because he made a fourth-grade sword."

"Immortal Palace?" The audience immediately exploded.

Wei Changfeng shouted loudly: "Please give me a sword, immortal."

A sword flew from the sky, swept into the air, crossed the lotus pond, and the lotus flowers bloomed.

The white-haired fairy who was about to leave turned his head and said, "There is actually another sword?"

Wei Changfeng on the stage took the sword, and everyone saw the appearance of the sword clearly.

"This sword can kill people without being stained with blood, and it can stay clean even when it enters the mud, just like a lotus flower that comes out of the mud without being stained. This sword is called Unstained Dust." Wei Changfeng smiled, "I hope a peerless young master will take it. I will give this sword to you. I don't ask for money, but only ask you to ask the sword to the world, so that this sword can compete for the top of the sword manual."

Wei Changfeng sighed.

I originally thought that Young Master Wen was interested in this sword. If he used this sword, it would be more than just competing for the top of the sword manual.

Unfortunately, he has the magic weapon, Crying Blood, which exceeds the fourth-grade category. Wei Changfeng can't see through it, so he broke the rules for him, just to stay in the villa for a few days to comprehend.

Under the high stage

Luo Xuan turned his back to his sister Luo Yanlu, looked at Wen Jiutian, and smiled: "Master Wen, what do you want to see my sister about?"

"Of course, it's about playing the piano." Wen Jiutian casually stuck the Fire God Sword into the ground, "Make friends with the piano and find a soulmate."

As he said, Wen Jiutian stretched out his hands and smiled at Luo Yanlu behind Luo Xuan: "Master Luo, don't be afraid, come on."

"Brother, do you know him?" Luo Yanlu hid behind Luo Xuan and rolled her eyes at Wen Jiutian: "Brother, this guy is a pervert."

"Ah? Not Brother Luo, don't get me wrong, I really can play the piano." Wen Jiutian smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect that his behavior would be seen as a pervert in her eyes.

"WenYoung Master, can you play the piano?" Luo Xuan spun the jade flute in his hand.

"My family has a long history of learning, my family has a long history of learning." Wen Jiutian waved his hand, "I can play a few songs, but compared with sister Luo's mountain songs, they are a little bit worse. My songs are for the rivers and lakes, while hers are for the temple."

Luo Xuan couldn't help laughing and said, "My family has a long history of learning, everyone knows that the Wen family uses poison!"

"This song has a short introduction, you might as well listen to it first, and then we can play the piano and flute together, how about it?" Wen Jiutian smiled.

Luo Xuan spun the jade flute, feeling very surprised, and then said politely: "Then you can give it a try. I have received the money from Mingjian Villa, and they still have a sword that has not been taken away, so I should help them have fun."

"Miss Luo, can you give me the piano? "Wen Jiutian tilted his head to the left and smiled.

Luo Yanlu grumbled, he must not believe that the other party can play the piano, and reluctantly handed the piano out.

On the high platform.

Young Master Zhuo Mo, Young Master Mo Chen, Young Master Liu Yue, after seeing Wen Hujiu, also walked over.

Wen Hujiu reminded Baili Dongjun: "Wake up, your friend is here."

Baili Dongjun looked up, but stared at the sword on the stage, his eyes lit up: "Uncle, this sword is good, I want it."

"Idiot, do you think you are Xiao Jiu, isn't this embarrassing for me?" Wen Hujiu scolded, it's not that he can't take it, but he himself doesn't use the sword, plus he was just so upset by his nephew, breaking the rules of the manor, if he goes up again, he will definitely be laughed at.

It's okay for his uncle and nephew to be shameless, but the old man in Lingnan still has face, and shame can't be lost for three generations.

"I want this sword. " Baili Dongjun said loudly.

Lei Mengsha heard this, turned his head and looked, and said with a smile: "Someone wants to snatch it from us? Oh, it's Huang Dudu's younger brother."

"Is he drunk?" Young Master Mochen smiled.

Wushuangcheng couldn't hold back anymore, and Chengyu's face turned black when he heard this.

Wei Tinglu's face changed, and he asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? Just now, your friend broke the rules and took two swords, and I listened to you. Now, is this Beili Eighth Young Master also called by you?"

Wei Changfeng smiled: "Father, now I know that the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. I have seen a divine weapon beyond the fourth grade. Yes, I informed the Eighth Young Master of Beili, but it doesn't matter now. I have no objection to Bu Ranchen giving it to anyone, because I have higher pursuits. "

After saying that, Wei Changfeng jumped off the platform, went to Baili Dongjun, picked up the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, held it in his hand lovingly, and prepared to go find Wen Jiutian.

When passing by Baili Dongjun, Wei Changfeng smiled and patted his shoulder, "You have to fight for the things you like!"

Wen Hujiu frowned: "He will be beaten to death if he goes up."

"Doesn't he have his cousin to protect him?" Wei Changfeng said with a smile, and then walked down the platform.

I don't know if it was because of Wei Changfeng's words that Baili Dongjun shook his body and walked towards the platform.

At this time, the people of Wushuang City were already standing on the stage: "Wushuang City, Song Yanhui, come here to ask for the sword." Then he turned around and looked at Lei Mengsha and others, "I am honored to be able to fight with you gentlemen. "

But Master Beili was standing there, obviously not intending to take action.

Lei Mengsha looked at Baili Dongjun in confusion, "Where is this kid's sword?"

At this time, a sword flew from nowhere.

Looking closely, it was the Fire God Sword that Wen Jiutian had taken away not long ago.

Baili Dongjun took the Fire God Sword and almost lost his balance and nearly fell down.

Following the direction of the sword, it was Wei Changfeng, "Cousin, use this Fire God Sword, your cousin said he will play the piano to entertain you."

Everyone in the audience shook their heads, Wenhujiu patted his forehead, "Damn, our Wen family is one of the three major families after all, we have to have some face. "

Just then, a melodious sound of the piano came from the platform.

Unlike ordinary piano music, this piece of music has a very short opening, with only two notes, the main and the subordinate, and then the familiar voice of the singing can be heard.

When this piece of music came out, not only did people warm up the pot of wine, but many people also closed their eyes.

Soon, a picture appeared in my mind.

The sun sets in the west, and in the twilight, a lone boat drifts in the lake...