Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 704 Mountain Sea Port

Zuzhou, Kunlun, Shanhaigang.

This is the largest port in Kunlun. Almost all the sea ships from Xianmeng dock here. Even the sea ships of some aristocratic clans are proud to be able to dock at Shanhai Port. It has almost become a certain a status symbol.

At this time, it was only three days before the Shanhai Festival started, and the sea area of ​​a hundred miles near Shanhai Port became very busy. It is not an exaggeration to say that thousands of sails are racing across hundreds of boats.

And because of the limitation of the size of the Shanhai Port, only three sea ships can enter side by side at a time, so every once in a while, you can see several sea ships vying for the position to enter the port.

This has almost become the most interesting program in the Kunlun Mansion on the eve of the Shanhaihui. Some people can judge the strength of some sects and families participating in the Shanhaihui only from the competition for the position of the ship entering the port.

Some gambling houses even set the odds for each faction participating in the Shanhaihui according to this. Those gamblers who are waiting to rely on the Shanhaihui to make a fortune will not miss this opportunity to know who they are betting on. Ten days before the opening of the Shan Hai Hui, the port of Shanghai has been besieged.

It is precisely because of this that many small sects and forces will gather their strength when they enter Hong Kong, hoping to stand out in front of the monks of the ten states. As long as they can earn some prestige in Kunlun, it will be convenient for them to recruit disciples in the future. Much more.

However, because many big sects and aristocratic families, most of them arrived here at the end, so the sea boat races of some aristocratic families and sects in the past few days were fierce and fierce, but after watching too much, they were still tired, and even the more they watched More like children fighting.

However, since yesterday, due to the successive arrival of some sects and forces from the ten states, the port, which was somewhat dead, has become lively again.

Near Shanhai Port, there is a restaurant named Yanyu Building, the best place to watch this excitement.

Yanyu Building is located in the west of Shanhai Port, on the city wall of the South Gate of Kunlun, overlooking the North Sea below and Kunlun in the west. A famous view.

But none of the monks who can ascend the Misty Rain Tower on such a day is an ordinary person.

"Sister, at present, in other state capitals, those on the roster should be the only ones who can compete with our eight great families in Kunlun Prefecture."

At a table by the window on the third floor of the Yanyu Building, a handsome young man handed a booklet to a woman in front of him.

"I'll see."

The woman took the booklet.

This woman's skin is as white as snow, her upper body is plump, but her waist is extremely slender. On her palm-sized oval face, there are a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the pupils of her eyes are even more bewitching green. There is also a beauty mole, which gives people a thrilling charm, but behind the shoulder-length black long hair, there is a sense of innocence like a lady in a boudoir.

This mixture of innocence and charm gave this girl an extraordinary aura.

"In it, Wuyamen and Taichu Pavilion in Yuanzhou, Qingyanfang in Liuzhou, the Ximen couple in Baqi Island, Wugou Palace and Wunian Temple in Xuanzhou, Duankonglou and Huanhai Temple in Liuzhou, all living We need to pay attention to the Qianren Cliff in Shengzhou. In addition, the Zhuge family and the Murong family in Shengzhou are also doing well recently, especially the Zhuge ancestor of the Zhuge family. You should have heard of Murong Feng, who is amazingly talented and single-handedly brought Murong's family into the ranks of high-ranking families, and their family's boat should arrive today."

The boy poured a cup of tea for each of them, and at the same time he talked to the girl in front of him.

"Murong Feng is not bad, but that perverted old man from Zhuge's family is fine."

The girl continued to flip through the booklet in her hand. The information recorded in this booklet was very comprehensive. It recorded in detail the list of masters in those forces and the exercises they practiced, and even some of their small hobbies were recorded.

"Old sister, don't underestimate the enemy. As far as I know, the ancestor Zhuge has already refined a drop of source blood, and it has reached the state where the source blood is not dried up, and the soul is not destroyed. Even the old man will have some troubles to deal with it."

The boy put down his teacup and exhorted with a very serious expression.

"This is the information I just received before I went upstairs. I don't know if the Misty ancestor of the Zhuge family will be able to participate in the Shanhaihui now."

The girl put a piece of letterhead folded into a triangle on the table and pushed it in front of the boy, her eyes still fixed on the booklet in her hand.

"Didn't the boat of Zhuge's family arrive yesterday? At that time, it stole the limelight."

The boy picked up the piece of paper with some doubts.

He unfolded the letter paper and glanced at it, then frowned and said: "How is this possible? The Misty Patriarch actually lost to the Hei Sang who has no self-view?!"

"What's impossible?"

The girl raised her head and glanced at the boy, then raised the corner of her mouth and said:

"This information was intercepted from Xianmeng. If the above description is correct, then the sword technique used by Hei Sang is very likely to be the long-lost Demon Sword Sutra."

"It's impossible, let's not talk about where he got the magic sword scripture. This magic sword scripture is a skill that kills people first. Besides the sword demon himself, have you seen the second person who has practiced it in these years?" ?”

The boy still didn't believe it.

"Impossible, we will see the outcome at the Shanhai Meeting this time."

The girl didn't seem to want to continue entangled in this issue.

She continued to flip through the booklet in her hand, but when she saw the last page, her expression suddenly changed, and she said with some joy:
"The Cangyun Sect from Yingzhou actually came to participate in the Shanhaihui. I thought I wouldn't see people from Yingzhou this year."

"That's right, if it weren't for the fact that the Cangyun Sect and the Remnant of the Autumn Water belong to Yingzhou, I wouldn't even want to put them in."

The teenager laughed.

"Why do you only have information about Cangyun Sect Master Liu Mu?"

The girl asked a little strangely.

"Miss, you don't know anything about this."

The boy took a sip of tea, then continued:
"Without the autumn water suppressing the entrance to the abyss, the aura of heaven and earth in Yingzhou is getting thinner and thinner. It is no longer the Qinglian Immortal Mansion where people are not inferior to Kunlun. Many sects and families have left Yingzhou, and the only one who remains Only the Cangyun Sect is left there, but the price for staying is that the entire Cangyun Sect has had dozens of degenerates in the past ten years, and some talented young monks have already left, and those who can fight, Only this Liu Mu is left."

"It's true, all the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone, never tired of seeing each other, only Cangyun Mountain."

The girl looked a little lonely and sighed.

"Brother, do you know?"

She put the booklet in her hand on the table, then took a sip of tea and said:

"Among the countless sects and aristocratic families, what I want to see the most is actually Qiushui. Ever since my father told me the story of the Amber Sword, I have been wondering if I can see Qiushui's disciples to participate in the Shanhaihui again."

"Isn't there still that remnant of Qiushui, Li Yunsheng?"

The teenager laughed.

"Whether he will come or not is still unknown and uncertain. If there is less expectation, there will be less disappointment."

girl said.

"But sister, you can just tell me what you said. Don't say it in front of outsiders. If the spies of Xianmeng listen to it, the old man will punish you again."

The boy warned.

"You treat your sister like a three-year-old child."

The girl pretended to be sullen, and stretched out her slender nephrite-like fingers to touch the boy's forehead.

The young man chuckled, and his smile was extremely clean. I have to say that the pair of siblings are very good-looking.

But the girl's unintentional coquettish attitude stunned the monks who had just sat down at the table behind the two of them, especially the short and thin young man in gorgeous clothes, who was almost drooling.

The identities of the people at this table are also very interesting, a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance but thin body like a bamboo pole, a plump and fat middle-aged woman, and the thin-skinned and tender-skinned woman. But a young man with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

Judging from the appearance and demeanor of the three of them, they seem to be a family.

"Nian'er, don't look around, sit down."

After the middle-aged man sat down, he frowned and snorted softly.

Only then did the young monk turn his head reluctantly.

"Ximenyou, you useless thing, what aggravating my family Nian'er is."

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man sitting opposite, and cursed loudly.

As she said that, she turned her head and stared in the direction of the girl with disgust, saying:

"I don't know which family's prodigal hooves it is, but it's a bit of a coquettish vixen. I don't know how to be more solemn in such a large crowd."

"you!……"

"What are you, old lady, am I wrong?"

The middle-aged man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, pointed at the woman angrily and was about to speak, but he didn't want to be slapped back by the woman's saliva.

"Mother, that sister is so pretty, I want to make a table with her."

The young man pouted at the woman coquettishly, but this expression coupled with his big blue and black eye bags was extremely strange.

As soon as the woman heard the boy's coquettish voice, her fierce and icy face instantly "melted", and she patted the boy's cheek lovingly and said:
"Whichever table my Nianer wants to sit at, we will sit at that table."

"Aren't you fooling around, we don't know him well, how can we sit there!"

The honest middle-aged man lowered his voice as much as possible and said angrily.

"Is there anything I can't sit on? Is she the Emperor's father? My son is willing to sit over a little brat, that's how I think of her!"

The obese middle-aged woman said with displeasure.

Her voice was loud, causing some diners in the restaurant to chuckle.

"This is Kunlun, not Liuzhou, not our Baqi Island!"

The middle-aged man tugged at the fat woman's sleeve, still lowering his voice, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Go, I want to see if my wife and I can sit!"

But the fat woman was not moved at all, she directly pulled up the young man with dark circles beside her and walked towards the table where the siblings were sitting.

"Nian'er, sit here."

The fat woman directly dragged away an empty chair next to the girl.

　Chapter today!don't rush before the war

　　
　
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