Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 31 The Night of Guanju
The moon was full and the sky was full, and the ground was like silver. When the noble ladies came in groups, there were already many people gathered outside Guanju courtyard.

Seeing a group of flowery juniors from the Women's School coming with lanterns, all the disciples from the Men's School became excited and stepped forward to salute one after another, especially in front of Wen Renshu, the most people rushed to surround her.

However, her pair of beautiful eyes turned around under the moon, and finally only stopped on Fu Yuanzhi. She stepped forward and saluted shyly:

"Hi Senior Brother Fu."

Fu Yuanzhi's face was clear and handsome, his tall body stood tall under the moonlight, and he returned the greeting lightly: "It's late at night, so take care, junior sister, don't catch the wind and catch the cold."

He said so, but intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Wen Renjun who was behind Wen Renshu.

Unexpectedly, Wen Renjun didn't even look at him, and went straight to Luo Qiuchi who was leaning against the courtyard wall. She was standing in front of him with her slender body, she was talking about something, and there was faint concern on her face.

Fu Yuanzhi's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his long eyelashes, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

Under the courtyard wall, Wen Renjun tried to persuade Luo Qiuchi to no avail, so he tightened Luo Qiuchi's sleeves, stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Boss, since you insist on going in, then I have only one last sentence. If you don't If you are thrown out, then you can't throw others out! You must be careful when you strike, and you must not hurt the man in the courtyard. He doesn't know his identity. After all, no one can keep you..."

"Are you talking nonsense?" Luo Qiuchi pulled out his sleeves, and flicked Wen Renjun's forehead casually, "Okay, okay, are you a monkey or a parrot?"

Ji Wenjing on the side was carrying a painting box on his back, and Yuexia's figure was cold and aloof. He turned his head to look at Zhao Qinghe in the other corner, frowned, and finally walked over to her.

"The bet you said that day..."

Zhao Qinghe's heart was almost in his throat, but Ji Wenjing's words were suddenly interrupted. Sun Zuoyang appeared out of nowhere, carrying a robe of his own, and wanted to put it on Zhao Qinghe's body.

"It's windy at night, Junior Sister Qinghe, why are you dressed so thinly, do you want to add more clothes?"

Zhao Qinghe was as frightened as a frightened rabbit, his face was flushed, and he hurriedly refused: "No, no need, thank you, Senior Brother Sun..."

Sun Zuoyang squeezed in between her and Ji Wenjing calmly, pointed the back of his head at the indifferent Ji Wenjing, approached Zhao Qinghe with the robe in his hand, and said softly, "Junior Sister Qinghe, it doesn't matter, you wear Go up, lest you catch the cold..."

"Really, really, there's no need..." Zhao Qinghe blushed, waved his hands, and stepped back, when Ji Wenjing's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sun Zuoyang, do you know what you look like now?"

Sun Zuoyang paused, turned his head, and put a mocking smile on Ji Wenjing's lips. He said word by word: "A wild horse that is in heat anytime, anywhere."

"Ji Wenjing, you!" Sun Zuoyang was furious, but suddenly fixed his eyes on Ji Wenjing's back: "What are you carrying the painting box on your back for?"

"You don't care what I do." Ji Wenjing's face was cold, and Sun Zuoyang unconsciously raised his tone: "Do you want to go to Guanju Courtyard with Luo Qiuchi and help him draw the appearance of that man?"

This commotion attracted many students, Zhuxiu Fourth Young Master also walked over with doubts on his face, the first Xie Ziyun raised his phoenix eyes, and a red mole at the end of his eyes was charming, Yuexia smiled darkly at Ji Wenjing He said: "Why, eldest son Ji, you never mind your own business, don't tell me that you really intend to help Luo Qiuchi this time?"

Under the courtyard wall, Luo Qiuchi lazily walked over and stood beside Ji Wenjing. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Wenjing snorted coldly, and said to Xie Ziyun and others, "Why not?"

His back was straight, his expression was aloof and disdainful, and his brows were gleam under the moonlight: "Your life and death certificate only said to take a portrait, did you say that you can't bring people in with you?"

Xie Ziyun was at a loss for words, clenched his fists in the wind, gritted his teeth and said, "You, do you really want to go in and die?"

"My life is mine, I am willing to go in and die, can you control it?"

Amidst the uproar, Zhao Qinghe in the crowd stared wide-eyed, her heart agitated inexplicably. She stared closely at the cold figure under Yue Xia, feeling that there was something radiant in an instant, shining directly into her heart.

On the other side, Sun Zuoyang sneered: "Death is not terrible, but I am afraid that I will be half dead. If I suffer disaster and be thrown out, I will lose a pair of painting hands. It is really useless."

This time, before Ji Wenjing could open his mouth, Luo Qiuchi laughed and said, "I don't know if these painting hands will be broken, but I know that someone has made a big bet that I will definitely lose. Don't worry about it later." Tighten your trouser belt, don't lose and pawn all your trousers, after all, there are so many female gentlemen present, who can you complain to if you dirty your eyes?"

The ladies in the crowd blushed, but couldn't help laughing, covering their mouths and laughing out loud.

Sun Zuoyang was furious and wanted to say something more, but his sister stopped him. Sun Mengyin imitated what his brother taught him last time, made a face and said: "Brother, don't say it, it's not embarrassing enough." ?"

Amidst the quarrel, Ji Wenjing looked directly at Luo Qiuchi: "When will you go in?"

Luo Qiuchi put his hands behind his head, dressed handsomely in white clothes, raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't worry, wait until the moon is in the sky and the smell of alcohol comes out."

Speaking of the smell of alcohol, the smell of alcohol soon came out, and at the same time, there was the sound of Xiao Xiao's sword dancing.

Luo Qiuchi gave Ji Wenjing a look. The two of them held their breaths and stepped into the courtyard together. People from outside gathered at the courtyard door to probe their brains. The men and women took each side, carefully watching the movement inside.

Under the cold moon, the man was really drunk and dancing sword again. He covered his face with his hair covered, wearing a moon white robe, only a white jade hairpin was inserted on his head, his wrist was slender and nimble, the sword in the wind was like a silver snake, every inch Covered with brilliance, his figure is as elegant as a banished fairy.

"It's such a beautiful move. It's not like holding a sword, but it's like the drum dance taught us by the maid. It's light and moving..."

A young woman couldn't help but exclaimed, but the two male disciples who had suffered a loss at the other end felt shadows haunting their hearts, and they trembled in fear: "Junior Sister, don't underestimate this sword technique, it looks careless, the red sleeve It's like dancing, but in fact it's like thousands of water snakes surrounding you, impenetrable and infiltrating, a touch of sword light is a blood mark, you can't escape, whoever tries will know..."

No, there were whispers outside, and Luo Qiuchi in the courtyard had already rushed forward, aiming at the gap, trying to snatch the sword from the man's hand.

The man still danced unhurriedly, as if he didn't care about the two "uninvited guests" in the courtyard at all, but with a light twist of his wrist, he not only avoided Luo Qiuchi's coercion, but also stabbed him with his sword suddenly, Luo Qiuchi was caught off guard , with a smile in his eyes: "It's interesting."

This man was obviously drunk, his steps were messy, his body was crooked, every sword seemed to be soft, but unexpectedly, the strong wind was strong and mighty, making it impossible to avoid.

"Beautiful." Luo Qiuchi sighed again, the interest in his eyes grew stronger as Yue Xia wrestled with that sword light.

It is really beautiful, not only the sword dance is beautiful, but also the lethality is extremely beautiful, it is not a show at all.

Everyone outside the courtyard felt dazzled by the sight. Luo Qiuchi's figure flickered, and his white clothes were flying, but he couldn't grab the sword in the man's hand for a moment. As if playing around, he couldn't help urging:

"Stop playing, you quickly lift his hair and let him show his face!"

"That's it!" Luo Qiuchi responded with a smile, and stopped grabbing the sword, but leaned forward suddenly, and with the help of his skillful tiptoe, he turned a corner on the long sword, and thrust his backhand in front of the man, all at once. Lifting up his messy long hair, he shouted at Ji Wenjing in the wind:
"Quick, Xiaoji, take a quick look!"

Ji Wenjing had been prepared for a long time, and when he spoke, he quickly dipped in ink and picked up the brush. His wrist was like the wind, flowing like clouds and water, and he drew the general outline with a few strokes without the slightest stagnation.

The man showed his face under the moon, and there was a sound of exclamation outside the courtyard. They were far away. Although they couldn't fully see the man's face, they were still shocked by the beautiful grace that rushed to their faces. Under the dim moonlight, , I only feel that heaven and man are descending from the earth, so beautiful that it cannot be squared.

The one who was really close was Luo Qiuchi. He fixed his eyes and was a little taken aback: "Why do I think this is a woman?"

The man picked up his long sword, seemed to become agitated, and stabbed at Luo Qiuchi fiercely, his messy long hair drooped down again, covering his peerless face.

While fighting each other, Luo Qiuchi was still muttering: "But this body is clearly a man, it's too strange, it's impossible..."

"Beauty does not distinguish between male and female. Beauty to a certain level is indistinguishable between male and female. You should stop ink stains and show me another look!"

Ji Wenjing kept writing, and only urged him in a "rare and strange" tone. His Ji family ancestor was an unscrupulous beauty, which was passed down from generation to generation. He saw many portraits of his fathers in the ancestral hall.

Luo Qiuchi was in the midst of the fight, still wondering: "Even if the appearance of a man and a woman is not exaggerated to this extent, I thought you were enough like a woman, but who would have thought that this guy is a hundred times more than you..."

"Luo Qiuchi, I'm leaving, you can fend for yourself!" Ji Wenjing suddenly interrupted, his eyes flashed coldly, and he was about to throw his pen away, Luo Qiuchi quickly changed his words: "No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong , I'm cheap...Look, Xiao Ji, I'm teasing you!"

That beautiful face suddenly appeared under the moon again, Ji Wenjing snorted, but picked up a pen and quickly sketched it on the paper. The man was obviously impatient, and he swung Luo Qiuchi away with his sword. It was entangled like a piece of dog skin plaster.

During this teasing and stabbing, Luo Qiuchi moved gracefully and skillfully, causing the man to show his face frequently under the moonlight. Everyone outside the courtyard was stunned, and many people even cheered in their hearts, except for the fourth young master of Zhuxiu. His complexion became more and more ugly.

After several rounds, Luo Qiuchi was out of breath, turned his head and asked Ji Wenjing: "How is it, how is the painting?"

"It's a little bit worse. Let him turn around again and expose his eyes. Remember, all eyes must be exposed..." Ji Wenjing changed his Fengshan Zihao brush, but his tone suddenly changed: " Be careful, you have a sword behind you!"

Luo Qiuchi tilted his head, the man stabbed in the air, but the murderous intent followed, the moon was cold and the wind was cold, Luo Qiuchi's pupils shrank suddenly: "No, he is really angry."

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, or because he couldn't bear it anymore, that sword move was obviously not as merciful as before, and at this moment, the man's true skill was revealed, like a mighty sea, unfathomable and extremely frightening.

Luo Qiuchi could neither slack off nor seriously hurt him, so he could only do his best to deal with it. In just a short while, the two had fought for hundreds of moves. The atmosphere is obviously different.

"What should I do, that strange man is so terrifying, if this continues, will Junior Brother Luo get hurt..."

A noble lady couldn't help shivering and said, Xie Ziyun on the other side spat in relief: "It deserves it, it's best to cut a gash on the neck, the blood splashes on the spot, and it's over!"

As soon as the words came out, all the female gentlemen stared at them angrily, Xie Ziyun was stared at with disgust, and when he wanted to say something, someone shouted in surprise: "Look!"

Under the moonlight, Luo Qiuchi gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed the blade of the sword, as if he was going all out, fighting to splatter blood, he slammed in front of the man, and with the other hand he lifted his long hair, tightly Hold his shoulders and turn it to Ji Wenjing——

A pair of narrow and cold eyes, filled with thousands of snow-colored stars, no longer covered, completely exposed to the cold wind.

"Quick, damn it, I'm about to break my palm!"

Luo Qiuchi was so painful that he blurted out obscenities, and as he gasped, Ji Wenjing's eyelids twitched: "Are you crazy, let go, I've already remembered!"

He kept swaying the Zihao pen in his hand, and said in one go: "Okay, you're done!"

(End of this chapter)