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

The sound of the piano that was originally playing suddenly stopped.

It was obviously being adjusted.

But the stage couldn't wait.

Song Yanhui stabbed Baili Dongjun with Shuiyue in his hand.

Seeing this, the smile on Wen Hujiu's face disappeared, and he couldn't help but prepare to fly out.

However, he was held down by Cheng Yu of Wushuang City: "If you dare to go on stage, you must be prepared to get off the stage."

"Mr. Cheng, if he gets hurt, I don't know what will happen." Wen Hujiu sneered.

Cheng Yu also sneered: "My Wushuang City is not afraid of Zhenxi Houfu!"

The audience was anxious, but Baili Dongjun on the stage was neither anxious nor slow, neither anxious nor panicked.

Using the three flying swallows taught by his father, he dodged Song Yanhui's attacks several times in a row.

Baili Dongjun's movements were neat and tidy.

However, compared with Wen Jiutian who just turned the grass and trees on the mountain into swords, it was still too ordinary.

"Draw your sword!" Song Yanhui was a little annoyed because Baili Dongjun moved quickly and dodged more than ten of his swords, but he obviously left room for maneuver: "If you don't draw your sword again, I will not be polite."

Baili Dongjun glanced at the Vulcan Sword in his hand and was dazed: "Draw your sword? I don't seem to know swordsmanship?"

Lei Mengsha, who was watching the game, covered his mouth and laughed: "What's the matter, I thought this kid was as good at hiding as his cousin."

"Strange, why did Luo Xuan go for so long?" Young Master Liu Yue asked in confusion.

"Wen Jiutian, that kid, came with great momentum, he must have gone to protect his sister." Lei Mengsha smiled: "However, the sound of the piano just now is a bit interesting, I wonder..."

Just then, the sound of the piano sounded again.

Soon the scene in my mind appeared again.

The sun set, the dusk was heavy, and a lone boat was floating in the lake.

On the boat, an old man was drinking wine comfortably.

In front of the mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water are gurgling, and the beautiful scenery is in full view.

The old man drank the wine in the pot in big gulps, opened his hazy drunken eyes, and began to sing loudly.

At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, followed by the singing of a man.

"The sea laughs, and the tides on both sides are surging."

"Up and down with the waves, only remember today."

"The sky laughs, and the tides of the world are coming."

"Who will lose and who will win, God knows."

".........."

Lei Mengsha was slightly stunned, and smiled: "That kid is really not bragging, this song is him..."

"What a good one, who will lose and who will win, God knows." Liu Yue couldn't help but sighed: "What a wonderful person."

On the stage, Baili Dongjun heard his cousin's singing, and then smiled and said: "I seem to remember it."

After that, he lightly swung a sword and picked off a peach tree.

With a wave of his hand, peach blossoms flew all over the garden.

The sword was like a swimming dragon, and then the long sword was swung, turning into a white dragon.

Then, he stabbed at Song Yanhui with a sword.

Baili Dongjun was like a swordsman who had lost his memory, recalling his swordsmanship.

One sword, two swords, five swords in a row, becoming more and more proficient.

"Yes, yes, it's just such a sword."

Baili Dongjun jumped up, his sword was like a swimming dragon, forcing Song Yanhui to have no power to resist.

"The mountains and rivers are smiling, and the mist and rain are far away."

"The waves have washed away the beauty of the world."

"The breeze is laughing, and it is lonely."

"There is still a lap of sunset left in the heroic spirit."

The song was heroic and unrestrained, and the emotions were ups and downs, with a kind of wild wind that laughed proudly at the clouds and dreamed in the land of drunkenness.

The young man was excited when he heard it.

The elder was also excited when he heard it.

Baili Dongjun was very happy to hear this song.

His sword danced faster and faster, and Lang Sheng smiled and said, "How fast, how fast."

"Do you have any more wine?"

"Give me some wine!"

"Young Master, take it." Wang Yixing waved his long sword and threw the wine onto the stage. Baili Dongjun took the wine and drank it. He shook his body and smiled and said, "So this is swordsmanship."

Song Yanhui, who was originally fighting with Baili Dongjun, also put away his sword at this moment, staring at the sword dance and listening to the surging piano and singing.

For a moment, I didn't know whether it was better to listen to the song or watch the sword.

The sword is a peerless sword, and the song is a peerless song.

At this time, many people have already seen it.

Baili Dongjun's sword dance comes from Xi Chu.

"Xi Chu Sword Song!" Liu Yue was fascinated and muttered to herself.

Cheng Yu saw Song Yanhui staring blankly, and couldn't help but get angry. He said coldly to Wen Hujiu: "Lord Baili, how dare you!"

Wen Hujiu's eyes were stern: "Old man Cheng Yu, do people in the martial arts world care about the martial arts world?"

"Is it the court or the martial arts world?" Cheng Yu sneered.

Under the high platform.

Wen Jiutian continued to play the piano.

At this time, Luo Xuan took out the flute and played along with the music.

And Luo Yanlu, who originally looked down on Wen Jiutian, also hummed along.

"The common people laugh."

"No longer lonely."

"The heroic spirit is still smiling foolishly."

"........”

Until the sound of the piano faded and the singing stopped.

Those who understand the piano listen to the piano.

Those who understand the sword look at the sword.

Luo Xuan put down the jade flute, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and praised: "Mr. Wen, you are indeed talented."

Then, he looked at his sister beside him and smiled bitterly: "It's OK."

Luo Yanlu's delicate body trembled slightly, her face full of disbelief.

She and her brother are both people who understand music and understand the difficulty of playing this song.

Such talent is rare for the Luo family.

"The bright moon shines on the sky, floating houses look at the dusk, drunken eyes look at the bustling capital, smoke and waves are old, who can cause idle troubles."

Wen Jiutian put away the piano, smiled at Luo Xuan and his sister: "This piano should be with Jiuge, I took it away."

Luo Yanlu came back to her senses, looked at Luo Xuan and said: "What's his name? "

But when she looked in front of her, she found that the man was gone, and the zither was gone.

"Wen family, Wen Jiutian!" Luo Xuan spun the jade flute.

Luo Yanlu was in a trance, and then an image of a bold, free and easy, optimistic, and unrestrained person was deeply imprinted in her mind.

On the high platform.

Bai Li Dongjun, who had taken away Bu Ranchen, fainted on the ground.

Wen Hujiu hurried forward and carried his little nephew on his back.

At this moment, he understood a truth, that it is a crime to possess a jade.

It was the Pofeng Army of Zhenxi Hou that destroyed Xichu, and only two people returned to Xichu Jian Ge.

One is a Confucian Immortal, and the other is a Sword Immortal.

Then what does this Xichu Jian Ge represent?

It means that Zhenxi Hou Baili Luochen is likely to be deliberately concealing something.

Wen Hujiu himself is a man of the rivers and lakes, and never cares about the affairs of the temple.

What he is afraid of is that the Zhenxi Hou Mansion will suffer a catastrophe because of this.

"Goodbye! "Wen Hujiu understood this, carried Baili Dongjun on his back, and shouted to the audience: "Xiao Jiu, I'll take Xiao Baili away first, you hold on!"

As a real uncle, he knew his nephew's strength very well, although he was not a good person on weekdays.

But if there was something wrong at home, he would definitely take action!

Just one poison was enough to destroy everyone present!

In the courtyard, at least a dozen swordsmen attacked at the same time, trying to chase him out.

"Second uncle, retreat quickly!"

Sure enough, Wen Jiutian's voice sounded.

The Blood-Crying Demon Sword trembled.

What fell into everyone's eyes was a black sword of more than ten meters, which hit the ground heavily.

Looking up, it was a young man in black clothes, with the words "yellow gambling and drugs" written on his back, holding a wine pot in his hand, and a "Wen" character engraved on the pot.

"Everyone, your opponent is me, the young master!"