Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 327 The Wind Rises on the Dragon Platform

Three thousand miles of mountains and rivers are approaching in an instant, and a cool autumn rain is also ushering in.

In the autumn breeze, a small ferry docked at the ferry. Countless male and female monks with swords disembarked from it, and a family of three, two women and one man, mixed in among them.

The little girl with a round face walked in front with an iron lute on her back, still talking non-stop about what she saw and heard:

"Do you see the gap between the two mountains in front? That's the 'Sword Gate'. They say it looks like a sword falling from the sky. No matter how I look at it, it looks like... um... like Sister Jingxun's breasts..."

His words were still non-vegetarian, but he seemed a little absent-minded as he spoke, as if he was hiding something on his mind.

The handsome swordsman changed into a white robe, with two long swords hanging on his waist, and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. His eyes were focused on the mountains in the distance, and he did not notice anything strange about the round-faced girl.

Tang Jingxuan walked under the oil-paper umbrella, bit her lower lip and looked at the ground, lowered her head and walked slowly. The appearance of such a well-behaved little daughter-in-law is not because Tang Jingxuan is timid and shy in a foreign land, but...she is numb from being licked!

Tang Jingxuan still felt uncomfortable after getting off the boat. She adjusted her skirt from time to time to avoid looking strange. Thinking back on the three-day journey, she didn't know how she got here.

After boarding the ship, Tang Jingxun wanted to comfort her husband and calm his mood after the conflict.

The husband wanted a reward, so Tang Jingxun naturally had to give it. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a good idea, so he asked his mother-in-law who knew everything.

The result is self-evident. The mother-in-law said "Go away" and said, "I won't disturb you for the next few days. You can do whatever you want."

When Tang Jingxuan saw this, he told his husband, "You can be as comfortable as you want, just don't pity me."

My husband was sympathetic to the beauty, so he naturally refused to agree.

Tang Jingxun was not convinced, and he acted angry without knowing the truth, and said, "Either don't touch me, or kill me, choose one."

My husband had nothing to say, and then...

My voice became hoarse.

I have known Xiao Zuo for so many years, but I have never seen him look so wild. He is almost like a wolf in spring. He really doesn't care about people, he presses him on the kang and wants to die...

While Tang Jingxuan was walking, he secretly glanced at the elegant young man holding an umbrella next to him. Seeing this otherworldly appearance, he wanted to mutter "hypocrisy", but was intimidated and could not recover. After much hesitation, he still couldn't. He dared to speak and just said:

"When the three of them come over, if you don't deal with her, it's just partiality."

Zuo Lingquan smiled calmly and had no words. He just thought in his heart: Qingwan is not such a tiger, and Lingye will not ask for trouble. The princess can't bear it three times. You are the only newborn calf who is not afraid of grass. Now you know how powerful it is?

As the three of them walked, Tuanzi, who was always lively, squatted on Xie Qiutao's shoulders, shouting "chichichi..." while looking at the distant mountains and making gestures with his wings, probably to indicate that my mother was rounder and had an inverted shape. It looks like a big bowl, and looks nothing like the two mountains.

It's a pity that no one understands these dirty words.

Zuo Lingquan followed Xie Qiutao towards the mountains at the end of his field of vision. He saw more Immortal Masters and swordsmen on the road than he imagined, and there were no less than ten thousand people gathered along the way.

Xie Qiutao asked casually along the way and learned from the Independent Cultivator that a good player from Luojian Mountain came to Wenjian a few days ago. He had won two games in a row and today he challenged Song Qianji from Luojian Mountain.

The last person who could make it this far was an Independent Cultivator swordsman half a year ago. This situation is rare, so many people come to watch the excitement.

As for the incident in Thunder Bluff Duobao Pond, the monks along the way also chatted, but Luojian Mountain probably suppressed the news. Not many people chatted, and most of their eyes were on today's 'Asking the Sword'.

After Xie Qiutao walked near the gate of Luojian Mountain, although he was full of confidence, he was still a little timid when he arrived. He came to Zuo Lingquan and asked:

“We’ve arrived at the place, how do we start the show? Shout ‘Han Song, come out’ or smash the sign?”

Luojian Mountain is an ancient wealthy sect. The sect is very large. The whole picture cannot be seen from the outside. You can only see an ancient archway that has lasted for thousands of years on the countryside outside the mountains, with the word "Luojian" written on it.

Zuo Lingquan followed the crowd under the autumn rain to the archway and looked up:

"It's useless to break the sign. If you want to break it, break the spirit in these two words."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Slap in the face."

"oh."

…

——

The autumn rain outside the mountain is like a curtain, but there is no raindrops under the summer peak.

Nearly ten thousand monks gathered around the sword platform outside the Panlong Wall, including men, women, old and young. Whispering "buzzing" sounds could be heard everywhere, but there was no movement on the sword platform, only a faint chill.

The young swordsman in military uniform sat cross-legged on the sword platform, with his sword placed across his knees, closing his eyes and concentrating, waiting for the time to arrive, without being disturbed by the attention of the crowd.

In front of the panlong wall, there is still a grand master's chair, with the leader Xue Yuanxia in the middle. There are a few more people around than in the past few days, all of them are famous foreign sects who came to watch today's competition.

Alchemy Elder Han Song, sitting behind Xue Yuanxia, ​​reported things softly:

"After searching for three days, nothing was found. I'm afraid he has run away. I have punished my nephew and let him stay in the market to recuperate and lure the snake out of its hole. As long as this kid dares to go and come back, he will definitely come back..."

Xue Yuanxia was not surprised by this outcome: "Escaped quietly, without daring to reveal his real name. He must be an Independent Cultivator ranger with no background. Just let people pay attention to it, and suppress this matter as soon as possible."

"clear……"

After Xue Yuanxia finished instructing Han Song, he turned to the bustling crowd with some doubts in his eyes.

The doubt did not come from the escaped swordsman, but from the fact that there were more people present today than he expected.

Wenjian of this scale can indeed attract the attention of monks on the mountain top, but most of them are in Cave Mansion, facing each other from a distance. The only people who will be present in person are people from nearby small sects and practicing families.

Not so today.

Xue Yuanxia scanned the crowd and saw a few unusual figures.

First, there is a couple standing in the edge verandah, carrying a harp and jade flute, and wearing sect attire. They are Bo Yezi and Yahe from Qianqiu Yuefu.

These two people are the deacons of Qianqiu Yuefu, and they have been recruiting good young people all year round. They probably just came back from outside this time, passed by Thunder Bluff, and stopped by to take a look.

Qianqiu Yuefu took the position of Thunder Bluff's boss from Luojian Mountain, and they were just friends with each other. The other party came without handing over a name card, so Xue Yuanxia naturally wouldn't take the initiative to respond. What caught his attention was the tall man next to the couple.

The man is Bao Xiangyang of the Eight-Armed Xuanmen, who is responsible for the external affairs of the sect. In the past, he only came here when something happened, but this was the first time he came here quietly in private. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that he was just watching the fun on a whim.

What puzzled Xue Yuanxia the most was an old Taoist.

The old Taoist stood in a pavilion not far away from Shuju Peak. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe and was dressed normally, but on his head was a lotus crown.

The lotus crown is the highest grade of Taoist hats. Those who can wear this hat are Taoist masters with profound Taoism. Ordinary Taoist priests dare not wear it casually.

Although his face was concealed and he could not identify any of the True Monarchs in the Taoist ancestral family, wearing this hat definitely meant that his seat in the ancestral hall was not low.

Sword cultivators pursue "combat power first, longevity second", and even go to the extreme to replace the origin of the five elements with the life sword, which violates the original intention of practice and is regarded as a "heretic" by Taoists. Reluo, let alone Luojian Mountain, I never looked at it seriously in the past.

There must be a reason why people from the Taoist ancestral family came to Luojian Mountain to join in the fun. Seeing that the other party came uninvited and showed no intention of saying hello, he did not try to warm up to him, but secretly pondered the purpose of this person's visit.

While Xue Yuanxia secretly analyzes all parties, Fellow Daoist, others also have their own thoughts.

In the outer verandah, while Bao Xiangyang was chatting, he kept looking at Han Song under the dragon wall, thinking about the doubts in his heart.

Bao Xiangyang came here naturally not to watch swordsmen fight.

He encountered the conflict in Duobao Pond a few days ago and was very curious about what would happen next. He was curious about the identity of 'Sword Immortal Zuo Ci' and how Luo Jianshan would respond.

Based on the few words of Huang Ji and the Black Cliff Sword Demon Chu Yi, it can be inferred that ‘Zuo Ci’ is a person who cannot be conquered by Luo Jian Mountain.

Bao Xiangyang originally thought that Han Song would suffer a big loss when he found a place for his nephew outside the market, but he and the two fellow Daoists waited eagerly for a few days. The arrogant swordsman who had not retreated even half a step in Duobaotan turned out to be silent. Xi ran away!

It's normal to run away when something like this happens. After all, Luo Jianshan is not a nobody, and most people can't afford to offend him.

But Bao Xiangyang, Huang Ji and others didn't quite believe that 'Zuo Ci' would run away. That indomitable Sword Intent was not something that a coward could develop.

In order to follow up, Chu Yi and Huang Ji were waiting beside Han Chupeng. The swordsman kept his promise, and Zuo Ci would definitely come back to kill Han Chupeng.

Bao Xiangyang also waited for two days, only to find that Han Song turned back after searching everywhere.

Bao Xiangyang thought that Han Song had captured Zuo Ci, so he came to Luojian Mountain to wait, hoping to see which ancestor from the top of the mountain would come to kill him. Huang Ji felt that Han Song couldn't catch Zuo Ci, so he still waited near Han Chupeng.

At present, Huang Ji's guess is correct.

The expressions of the elders of Luojian Mountain were light and calm, and there was no sign of kicking the iron plate at all. It was probably because they hadn't been caught yet, so Han Song left the matter to his disciples.

Bao Xiangyang was not interested in the competition on the stage. He didn't want to miss the drama of 'Zuo Ci' eradicating the roots under the nose of Luojian Mountain. After waiting for a long time and seeing nothing strange, he was ready to return to Thunder Bluff.

But when Bao Xiangyang was saying goodbye to the Fellow Daoist of Qianqiu Yuefu, his eyes moved, and he seemed to see something extraordinary from the corner of his eye, entering the crowd outside the Jianmen...

——

"Come out, come out!"

"Zhao Jianxian, this is the person, give him some color to see..."

"Even in a small place like Dongzhou, you dare to come to me, Huajunzhou, to ask for a sword..."

There was a lot of noise under the Shuju Peak.

There were only two small figures on the giant circular platform with a radius of several hundred feet, while nearly 10,000 monks gathered around the circular platform.

Most of the monks watching the excitement were Independent Cultivators, and there were also disciples of the sect. Most of them were people from the surrounding area, and a small number of monks came from Yuyaozhou.

Luo Jianshan sounded arrogant, but he looked down on Dongzhou no matter what. The masters of the Xian family just looked on with cold eyes, but the young monk Hua Junzhou was excited about this and felt extremely shameless.

Most of the monks outside the sword platform came to cheer Luo Jian Mountain. Out of their confidence in Song Qianji, their tone was even more arrogant than that of Luo Jian Mountain.

Some of the monks who came from Jade Yaozhou could only hold back. They couldn't say anything except hoping that the swordsman on the stage could create miracles and avenge his shame. They had no confidence in this sword debate.

Because Song Qianji is too strong!

Song Qianji is the junior uncle of Luojian Mountain. He is no longer a disciple-level monk. Swordsmen do not pay attention to "literary fighting" in fighting, and they all rely on hard power.

Any one of the Ten Sword Emperors would definitely have no problem defeating Song Qianji, but "all the Dongzhou swordsmen are hereditary" is an arrogant and ignorant joke in itself. The Dongzhou swordsman took this seriously and came to argue with a centenary-year-old junior. Winning means nothing, losing will bring shame to the entire Dongzhou.

Therefore, the people who can come to 'Ask the Sword' to rectify Dongzhou's name are all vigorous disciples, or Independent Cultivator swordsmen. They vent their anger when they win and lose when they lose. It's just that they are not good at learning, so it cannot be said that Dongzhou's swordsmanship is not good.

In this case, Song Qianji has become an invincible troublemaker. It is impossible for Independent Cultivator to defeat the direct descendant of a wealthy family; if one day he loses, the big deal is that "Dongzhou swordsmanship is not a heresy", what can you do? ?

Do you have the guts to say in reply, "Hua Junzhou's swordsmanship is all heretical"?

If a famous swordsman comes to Dongzhou to find a fight, Luojianshan will single-handedly suppress the entire Dongzhou, and his reputation will take off immediately.

This incident is a costless and profitable transaction for Luojian Mountain. The more serious people in Dongzhou, the greater the benefits to them.

The young swordsmen who came to ask about the sword all understood this truth.

But if a person who is practicing swordsmanship is not strong in spirit, what is the name of a person who is practicing swordsmanship?

The master sword emperor can't get ahead, and he can't bear this tone anymore.

So there were still people coming one after another, and today it was Zhao Wuxie's turn.

On the sword platform, Zhao Wuxie held a sword in his hand and wore a military uniform. He looked at the swordsman with an unruly face walking from under the Panlong Wall and raised his head slightly.

Since he followed his master across the sea, Zhao Wuxie was left in Huajunzhou and has been to many places. His childhood hatred has long since ended, and now he only has the word 'sword' in his heart.

But no matter how hard Zhao Wuxie tried, he could never forget the swordsman who fought side by side under Azure Cloud City, and that shocking sword!

I once had little knowledge and only thought that it was very powerful. One day, I could have that kind of grace.

Later, as he walked farther and higher, he gradually realized how terrifying that sword was!

No matter how hard he works, how he chases, how he pushes himself, that dazzling sword is like the stars hanging in the night sky. You can see it, but you can never touch it. No matter how high you climb, the distance is still out of reach!

That's why Zhao Wuxie has always kept the Spiritual Weapon grade 'Jin Zhou' with him, always alerting himself - there is still a mountain in front of him, a mountain that must be insurmountable, but must be climbed!

Fortunately, with all the hard work, Zhao Wuxie was very close to that sword.

Even if it is not comparable, it is enough to amaze the world.

Now, as a swordsman born in Nanhuang, it's time to rectify the name of his hometown!

Even if he can't beat Song Qianji, the demeanor of this sword can make everyone present understand that the future of kendo belongs to the younger generation of Yuyaozhou, and Song Qianji just won because of his age!

Zhao Wuxie held down the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and before starting to strike, he glanced at Dongzhou again.

I don't know where the friend surnamed Zuo is now.

In just a few years, seeing me so close to you, I don't know if you will be surprised or feel pressured.

Maybe it's both...

Zhao Wuxie smiled, looked up at the Panlongbi, which was as high as a mountain, and said in a loud voice:

"Nanhuang Zhao Wuxie, please enlighten me!"

"Ooh——"

The outside of Shuju Peak boiled instantly.

The famous sects who were seated under the Panlong Wall also sat up straight and concentrated their attention. After all, swordsmen fight with only one thought.

Opposite the sword platform, Song Qianji, who was only in his thirties, was dressed in a brocade robe, with one hand behind his back, and he didn't even touch the sword:

"Zhao Xiaoyou, you are young, Song will not take advantage of you, let you make the first move."

This move was too much, but Song Qianji did have the capital to do so.

Zhao Wuxie was not polite, bowed slightly, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

The whole place fell silent at this moment.

It was also at this moment that the sound of the sword resounded through Shujuo Peak, and even caused ripples on the formation that shielded the wind and rain.

Chirp——

The elders were startled. Even Bao Xiangyang, who was looking elsewhere, was attracted by the Sword Intent. He turned his eyes back with surprise:

"Why are there so many freaks that have popped up recently..."

Before he finished speaking, a white rainbow appeared on the sword platform.

Zhao Wuxie rushed forward, pointed forward with the sword in his hand, and a phantom of a white crane appeared out of thin air. From a distance, it looked like Song Qianji who had turned into a white crane and stabbed forward with his beak.

Sword Intent is ethereal and high-spirited, but it does not lose its biting edge.

The whole audience was shocked. They never expected that Zhao Wuxie, who was fighting with all his strength a few days ago, would be able to unleash such a sword force, and his artistic conception directly soared several levels.

The monks from Yuyaozhou all showed surprise.

It's a pity that before they started to be happy, the fight was over on stage.

Zhao Wuxie's sword power was astonishing, but helplessly, the gap between him and Song Qianji was too large, and his speed and reaction were stuck due to the upper limit of his physique.

Song Qianji also had surprise in his eyes, but the moment the sword was released, he had already come to Zhao Wuxie's side, and the sword in his hand with the scabbard was placed on Zhao Wuxie's neck.

The movements of the two stopped abruptly.

The atmosphere of the audience also froze at this moment, the amazement in the eyes did not disappear, and the disappointment appeared.

"this……"

"Pity……"

"This sword technique is really beautiful. If Luojian Mountain didn't take advantage of the realm, it would definitely lose..."

…

The Yuyaozhou monk who was watching could only mutter a few words angrily.

Although they played very fast, the masters of the Xian family here are all experts and can see clearly.

Xue Yuanxia was determined, but there was approval in his eyes:

"I didn't expect this kid to hide his hand. It has a bit of the charm of 'Jian Yi'. Whose sword is this?"

Han Songdao: "I just touched a little doorway, but I can't see much. It probably has something to do with Taoism."

Hearing these words, Xue Yuanxia looked at the old Taoist priest on the distant mountain, showing some surprise.

On stage.

Song Qianji put away his saber, with arrogance still in his eyes, and said:

"The swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that it's not enough for me to draw the sword. Seeing that you are very talented, if you don't have a teacher, would you like to worship me in Luojian Mountain?"

Zhao Wuxie has done her best, and it is enough to amaze all the elders of the sect. The other party was not polite, and he was too lazy to be polite, he just raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"There is already a teacher, and we will meet again by fate."

With that said, he retracted his sword and turned to leave.

Song Qianji knew that the opponent's swordsmanship must be from a famous teacher, so he didn't ridicule him too much. Holding his sword, he looked at thousands of monks in a blink of an eye:

"Playing too fast has disappointed fellow Daoists, ashamed."

"oh--"

The words were very pretentious and made many experts from the Xian family frown, but the countless Independent Cultivators in the audience fell for this and started cheering to support:

"Song Jianxian's swordsmanship is indeed Spirit Ascension..."

"Now Dongzhou knows how powerful Luojian Mountain is..."

…

The few monks who came from Yuyaozhou had extremely ugly faces, but their skills were not as good as others, so there was nothing they could say.

In the edge corridor, Bo Yezi from Qianqiu Yuefu shook his head and said:

"This kid is also a rare genius in Huajunzhou. He can't beat him. It's hard for young people in Dongzhou to save their face. Let's go."

Taoist monk Yahe turned around.

But Bao Xiangyang, who was standing next to him, raised his right hand:

"Wait a minute."

Bo Yezi turned around and said:

"The fight is over, what are you waiting for?"

Bao Xiangyang didn't say anything, he just stared at the figure in the crowd that said, "You shouldn't be here."

——

Under Panlong Wall, when Xue Yuanxia saw that it was time to leave, he wanted to get up and say a few words of praise to show the magnanimity of the Xian family, but before he got up, he was stunned.

Song Qianji, who was showing off his power, also noticed from the corner of his eye that Zhao Wuxie, who was walking away, stopped and turned his eyes slightly confused.

The noisy monks gradually realized that something was wrong, and whispers came from somewhere in the crowd;

"Eh? This Fellow Daoist..."

"What is this for? Someone else is going up?"

"Look at this posture..."

As the words spread, the Independent Cultivator moved out of the way, and everyone outside the Panlong Wall saw a white-robed swordsman among the crowd, walking over slowly.

The swordsman is quite tall, with well-proportioned limbs, and a very young face. He has two swords hanging on his waist, a pair of sword-like eyebrows, and a faint smile in his eyes.

Tread Tread——

Everyone fell silent in confusion, and the slightest footsteps reached the ears of many experts.

Xue Yuanxia frowned - the swordsman carrying two swords... sounds a bit familiar...

Han Song's eyes were suspicious, but he didn't quite believe it.

Under the gaze of everyone, the swordsman in white robe walked onto the round platform and looked at Zhao Wuxie:

"Brother, you are good at swordsmanship."

"you……"

In order to conceal his whereabouts, Zuo Lingquan's appearance has been slightly modified, making it difficult for unfamiliar people to see.

Zhao Wuxie was stunned for a moment, and then he recognized this teammate who had fought alongside him from those starry eyes.

Zhao Wuxie was in disbelief at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it made sense - with this brother's temper, if he heard about this kind of thing, he would definitely come over to Luo Jianshan to teach him what 'swordsmanship' is.

In full view of the crowd, communication was inconvenient, and Zhao Wuxie did not show any politeness. He just cupped his fists and said:

"Excuse me. Do you really think it's good?"

"It's breathtaking, just a stone's throw away from the top."

"hehe……"

Zhao Wuxie knew that there was still only a small gap between him and Zuo Lingquan, so he was not complacent. He smiled heartily and jumped off the stage.

The whole place fell silent, staring blankly at the white-robed swordsman who suddenly appeared.

Song Qianji didn't know why, he held the hilt of his sword, stood proudly facing Zuo Lingquan, and said loudly:

"Your Excellency also comes to Luojian Mountain to inquire about swordsmanship? According to the rules, you must sign up first, fight two disciples, and then come back if you win."

Everyone present, including Bao Xiangyang, thought that the white-robed swordsman came to ask the sword for an explanation.

After all, you are already on stage, what else can you do?

But the handsome swordsman who stepped onto the sword platform was different from what people thought!

The autumn wind is cold and the sky is cloudy and rainy.

The white-robed swordsman stood with his hands behind his hands in the breeze. He glanced at Song Qianji first, then raised his eyes to the dragon wall behind him.

In the silence of the whole place, a slightly indifferent voice sounded in the autumn wind:

"Ask the sword? Are you worthy?"

"Hoo--"

Everyone was shocked!

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