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Chapter 57 Draw the sword, drink the sword stand!

Three days later, Chang Qianfo and his party came to Boxianglou early.

I saw crowds of people in the open space on three sides, bustling and noisy.The only waterway is also full of ships of all sizes.

Land and water are blocked, but the air is lively.

The spectators who reserved a seat at Bo Xiang Building couldn't squeeze in, so they had to use their lightness skills to fly over.

From time to time, I saw figures coming and going in the sky.Before the martial arts competition started, it turned into a competition of light skills.

There were seven people in the group, besides Chang Qianfo, Han Yiluo and Li Xiaoxiao, there were also two master swordsmen, Antiru and Zhao Ping.Li Ting never had a good impression of Liu Sutian, but he admired Li Mubai. He had long wanted to see the splendor of the famous sword second, so of course he wanted to follow.The other one is Tong Ye, who is the guard of the head of the Chongde Hall.

Chongde Hall has a great reputation in the south of the Yangtze River.Many people knew Li Ting and Tong Ye, and warmly greeted them before dismounting from their horses.

After a good meal, Li Ting quickly took a moment to let Li Xiaoxiao tie the horse, while he performed lightness kung fu and fled into the private room that he had booked earlier in the morning.

The private room that Yan Yisheng booked was the room with the widest view in the entire Boxiang building.There is a separate corridor outside the room. The corridor protrudes out, facing the center of the sword drinking platform, and you can have a panoramic view of the situation below the platform.

Han Yiluo and Li Xiaoxiao stood on the veranda and looked down, almost all the masters from the south of the Yangtze River rushed over.

Han Yiluo is young, but he is an old man, and he knows a lot of people. He carried a stick to help Li Xiaoxiao identify them one by one. Occasionally, he met one or two familiar people who happened to look over, and did not forget to raise his hand to say hello. .

While looking left and right, he saw his master Li Shufang and master uncle Ouyang Jun standing in the crowd, beside his senior brother Xiao Yu and junior junior sister Li Wanqiu, he shrank back and quickly walked into the room inside.

Li Ting said with a smile: "Since Head Li is here, you should go to pay his respects."

Han Yiluo shook his head again and again: "If my master knows that I am here, my happy days will come to an end."

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid your master has seen you a long time ago? Our room is different from other rooms. The table is set far away, so it is eye-catching. You just stood on it and greeted people everywhere, waving to the left, Waving to the right, like a flower (sensitive word) queen, it's hard not to see you."

Han Yiluo laughed loudly: "Whose flower (sensitive word) Kui has grown up to be like me, shouldn't it be closed by now?"

Li Ting couldn't help coughing lightly: "Smile, girl, be careful with your words, be careful with your words."

Li Xiaoxiao was used to being outspoken, and he didn't see what Li Ting said, guessing that it was probably because of Chang Qianfo's presence, so he didn't argue with him.Just looking at his father's serious and serious face, he really wanted to laugh, so he turned his head to look downstairs.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard a burst of voices downstairs, and all the Jianghu guests were excited, shouting: "Here we come!" "Get out of the way, that's Jiange!" "Governor Li is here!"

Several people in the private room rushed to the verandah together.

The crowd downstairs gave way spontaneously, and an inconspicuous green-covered carriage slowly drove to the sword-drinking platform and stopped.Standing beside the carriage were several Jiange disciples holding swords.

A middle-aged man with a dignified face stepped out of the car.He was wearing a light gray gown, the fabric was a little whitish after washing, but it was neatly cleaned and very refreshing.

With a square face and high forehead, and a medium build, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, unremarkable among the crowd of quacks with different backgrounds.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little surprised and said: "This is Li Mubai, the master of the Jiange Pavilion? It is said that Li Mubai has a sword in his hand, which can make people feel terrified, and he doesn't look like him at all."

Han Yiluo smiled and said, "You don't understand that. A real master stands next to you, and you can't even recognize him. You will know when he draws his sword."

Chang Qianfo turned his head and glanced at Han Yiluo.

Han Yiluo was puzzled: "What do you see me doing?"

Chang Qianfo turned around and said nothing.

Han Yiluo didn't bother to guess, he shrugged and said, "Why are you so godlike recently?"

My young master asked someone to tell him that even though he is a close friend of the young master, Li Ting felt a little displeased, and changed the subject, "It is said that Li Mubai lives a simple life and doesn't like luxury. He never shows his arrogance to others, even if he meets younger generations, It must also arrive in advance. When I saw it today, I realized that it was indeed a master."

Chang Qianfo said: "I heard that Pavilion Master Li retreated for more than half a year a year ago, and his swordsmanship has improved again, and his strength is enough to fight against Leader Mu. I don't know if it is true or not?"

Li Ting said: "That's what I said, but Mu Cangping, a swordsmanship genius, has been the only one for hundreds of years, and I'm afraid he can't surpass him."

Chang Qianfo fell silent again.

Li Ting only felt that he was a little strange today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Li Mubai walked up to the sword drinking platform slowly, the audience cheered loudly and cheered loudly.

Although rewards do not distinguish between countries, martial arts competitions do not respect boundaries.But from an emotional point of view, all the martial arts people in the south of the Yangtze River are obviously more inclined to Li Mubai.

In everyone's minds, Li Mubai represented the martial arts of the Middle Earth, and the Ming Palace was located in Mobei, and the name of Malkaqin immediately sounded like a person.Although there are rumors that she is a descendant of the Jin family who escaped from Chang'an ten years ago, it is difficult to verify the truth.

Not to mention that the martial arts in the Central Plains had a deep prejudice against Ming Palace, the predecessor of Changle Palace, and it did not completely dissipate because of the short three years of peaceful coexistence.

Everyone present naturally hoped that Li Mubai could win this competition.

The view from the verandah is wide, and you can see the end of Biluo Lake at a glance.

Just as the crowd around the Sword Drinking Stage was full of enthusiasm and everyone was looking at Li Mubai, Chang Qianfo saw a light boat floating out of the vast mist of Biluo Lake.

In March, the spring water is as clear as blue, and it spreads far and wide towards the distance. The farther away, the lighter the color, and finally turns into foggy white, submerged in the vast water vapor.

The mountains are floating in the distance, and the water and the sky are in one place.The blue sky, clear water and Daishan are connected together, and the vastness is like an ink painting drawn by a big rafter.

That person, that boat, are in this painting.

The wind on the lake was fast, and the light boat was like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, it came from the depths of the white mist to the center of the lake.

Standing at the bow of the boat was a woman in green clothes holding a sword in her plain hand. She was slender and wore a bamboo hat on her head. Ruofei.

The woman's dark black dress was also flapped randomly by the wind, outlining a slender figure.However, the face was always hidden behind the black veil that was constantly rising and falling, making it difficult to see.

Chang Qianfo still recognized her at a glance.

It has always been so.

No matter where she stood, or how inconspicuous she stood, he could always spot her from the crowd at a glance.

The boat sailed into the middle of those tall ships, passed through the narrow slits, and traveled until it was three feet away from the Sword Drinking Platform.

Mu Dianke tapped the bow of the boat with his toes, and flew up from the lake, his blue clothes fluttering, his shape was like a shadow, and he came very quickly.

Most people haven't noticed when Mu Dian appeared, she has landed firmly on the sword drinking platform and stood still.

As soon as the wind stopped, the blue clothes and black gauze were all hanging down, only the calm lines remained.

Really very dynamic.

The crowd let out bursts of exclamation.

According to legend, the saint of the Ming Palace, Malkaqin, has an odd temperament and rarely shows up in public.Therefore, even people in the Ming Palace rarely get to see his true face.

Many people speculate that this is because of Malkaqin's ugly appearance.

Some people think so, and some people say so.

One spreads ten, ten spreads one hundred, and the rumor becomes true after a long time.

There are few women on the list of famous swords, and Markaqin ranks fourth among the famous swords at a young age, with amazing force.

It is said that he is very good at riding and shooting.Such a woman should have a burly figure and amazing arm strength, so it is not surprising that she looks ugly.

However, the woman on the stage has a graceful figure, white wrists and bare hands, so how can she look ugly?
Li Mubai also raised his head, looking at the edge of the sword drinking platform where everyone's eyes fell, his eyes were slightly surprised.

Mu Dianke raised his hand, bowed to Li Mubai and saluted far away.

Li Mubai bowed his hand in return.

The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and drew their swords at the same time.

(End of this chapter)