Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 9

Ren Qinglian didn't think too much about it, not to mention, Murong Xuan was already a relatively good choice as her opponent, and it was better than meeting that Whirlwind Saber Tong Guan who stood out from the melee!

Thinking of this, Ren Qinglian subconsciously glanced at Ge Xiyuan whose face was getting serious, curled her lips, and said with a smile: "Why, do you know what I said just now is a bit outrageous!"

"You..." Ge Xiyuan glared, "Wait and see, see you in the next round!"

Saying that, she ignored Ren Qinglian and walked straight to the competition venue.

Ren Qinglian shrugged, showing disapproval.

Seeing those martial artists who lost the competition came to the stand on this side with dissatisfaction on their faces, he didn't want to provoke these guys who smelled of fire, so he got up and walked to the other side of the school martial arts arena.

Until now, Murong Xuan hadn't appeared yet.But Ren Qinglian might as well start thinking about how to make this female warrior give up the competition.

Young Master Ren may not know much about other schools, but for this Nishang School, because most of them are beautiful girls, that Young Master Ren paid a lot of attention to it.

The origin of the Nishang School can be traced back to the court musicians in the Western Zhou Dynasty. They were proficient in rhythm and dance, and used them to confuse their opponents to kill the enemy.Although it ended in failure, most of the masters around Sui Emperor were lost.Because of this, the Nishang School became famous and became one of the four major sects in the Jianghu.

Thinking about it this way, even if he really loses to the opponent at that time, the loss will not be too embarrassing?
Ren Qinglian thought so, when she raised her head to look at the burning incense in the field, she froze there.

Who is this white-clothed Shengxue guy who is more handsome and coquettish than himself, and when did he appear in front of him!
But soon, his eyes were attracted by the wooden sign hanging on the opponent's waist.

His gaze continued to wander upwards, it seemed a little bulging, and there was no Adam's apple.

Dress up as a man!Ren Qinglian looked excited, and already knew who was coming.

It is rumored that this Murong Xuan is very beautiful, and some good people even listed her as the most beautiful woman in Jianghu.

However, for the convenience of walking in the rivers and lakes, Murong Xuan prefers to wear a Confucian robe leaning on Bai Shengxue, pretending to be a scholar.

Generally speaking, it is rare for someone to see through, and even if someone sees through, no one has ever looked at her from beginning to end with naked eyes like Ren Qinglian is now. .

This is purely caused by the habit left by Young Master Ren. Of course, Ren Qinglian's academic research on "women disguised as men" is also indispensable.

Murong Xuan felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, and snorted coldly, if it wasn't for the time for the competition, she would have let this prodigal son see how powerful she is.

However, Ren Qinglian was so softly hummed that her bones were about to crumble. The two looked at each other, and Ren Qinglian began to habitually judge the woman in front of her with the eyes of countless young girls——

The picturesque bright eyes, slightly frowned eyebrows, paired with that snow-like face and tight red lips, are indescribably glamorous and aloof, elegant and refined.

"Have you seen enough? Believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs later!"

Before Murong Xuan came here, he didn't know about Ren Qinglian's infamous reputation, he only thought that the other party was the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion at a young age, and he felt a little admiration in his heart, but now he was scrutinized by Ren Qinglian's unscrupulous eyes, and he became a little angry from embarrassment.

However, Ren Qinglian suddenly put away her smile, and said solemnly, "I have long heard that Miss Murong is beautiful and beautiful, and is recognized as the number one beauty in the martial arts world. Please forgive me for losing my composure when seeing Qinglian." Although Murong Xuan The female disguised as a man has a unique charm, but apart from the initial surprise, he is actually testing the other party.

Murong Xuan opened his mouth, his original embarrassment and anger were nowhere to be settled by Ren Qinglian's polite appearance, so he could only snort coldly, intending to teach the other party a lesson in the martial arts competition for a while.

However, Ren Qinglian continued: "But the girl is not dressed like this to serve as a follower for that monk, is she?"

"You're the one who wants to be that stinky monk's follower!" Murong Xuan originally wanted to pay attention to Ren Qinglian, but this kind of guessing made her a little crazy.

Ren Qinglian laughed secretly in her heart, Murong Xuanwei was famous outside, but she didn't expect Xinxing to be a little girl who didn't grow up much.

"That's right, the journey to learn the scriptures is full of wind and dust, it's better for us rough old men to beat up that monk!" Ren Qinglian said to herself.

Murong Xuan, who kept his face scrunched up and his ears pricked up, laughed lightly when he heard the words, "No, you are a flirtatious and rough old man..."

"I heard that Lingshi used the song "Moonlight on the Spring River" to drive hundreds of former Sui guards into despair, and almost assassinated the Sui Emperor?" Ren Qinglian asked curiously when she saw that the atmosphere had eased.

Murong Xuan snorted, but anyone could see the smugness on his face.

"That girl, you call it 'a song of ecstasy'. Could it be that you have already obtained the true biography of that song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"?" Ren Qinglian asked curiously again.

"Hehe, you'll find out later." Murong Xuan chuckled.

Ren Qinglian thought in her heart: If your song is really as powerful as the rumors say, I might be seduced and go away before I even start it.

People in the Jianghu both love and fear the Nishang School, not because this kind of melody and ecstasy is so invisible and invisible that it is too difficult to guard against.

At this moment, the time for a stick of incense had come, and the second round of martial arts officially began in the voice of the eunuch, the chief of ceremonies.

Murong Xuan glanced at Ren Qinglian with some malicious intentions, then took off the guzheng on his back, sat down leisurely, pressed lightly with his left hand, played slowly with his right palm, a few soft zither sounds suddenly rang out in the field.

Ren Qinglian's mind couldn't help but flutter for a while, as if she was sitting in the warm spring breeze in a trance, wanting to be intoxicated.

Seeing his reaction, Murong Xuan couldn't help grinning slightly, her hands seemed to contain astonishing magic power, she flicked her ten fingers lightly, the zither tune was mellow and lingering, soft like spring breeze, mellow like fine wine.

Ren Qinglian has seen countless ancient songs and classics in later generations, but she has never felt the feeling of being out of control like now. Before being completely immersed in the other party's melodious music, he hurriedly sat cross-legged and put the nameless mental method Run, hold the yuan and keep the one.

Murong Xuan let out a light sigh, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, that rascal is a master with the same reputation as himself, and it is normal to have this level of knowledge.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyebrows with a smile, and said, "Young Master Ren, don't you want to listen to "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", I will sing it to you right now!"

On the high platform, Catcher Xing pointed at Ren Qinglian's competition and said with a smile: "'Half Que hurts, a song ecstasy', it seems that this little girl is going to show her true skills!"

The skinny looking general looked like he was remembering, and couldn't help but said: "This song alone is far superior to that General Administration back then. It's really a formidable young man!"

At this time, Murong Xuan's singing had already sounded, "The evening river is not moving, and the spring flowers are full of blooming. The moon is gone by the waves, and the stars are brought by the tide..."

Although due to the distance, the power of the sound gang has been lost in Murongxuan's music, but it is also a pleasant thing to speak purely in terms of rhythm. In the stands, many warriors are immersed in this guzheng among.

(End of this chapter)