Sword Stirs the World

On the second floor of the hero building, people were drinking and drinking.

Shen Yaohu, a living treasure, was present. No matter how much wine, everyone would not refuse, which made everyone laugh.

Liu mingqianhu is even more worthy of being an official figure with all kinds of delicacy. With him, the atmosphere is even more lively.

Most of the people, except a few of them, drank very much, and almost forgot why Shen Jian, the master here, had not been seen.

At this time, another group of people came downstairs. They were a group of students from the Imperial College. Mei song and Wu Guangtao, the leaders, were shouting to ask elder martial brother Shen Jian for a drink.

There are hundreds of people coming with them, including not only the students from the Imperial College, but also many students from other academies in the capital. It is said that Lord Shen, the great hero and meritorious official in the great victory of Southern Xinjiang, is going to invite people to drink. They are all here.

These scholars not only came, but also shook their heads, wrote poems, and created momentum for Lord Shen. More and more people gathered in front of the hero building.

The old shopkeeper of the hero building even had an idea. He simply announced that all the dishes in the lobby of the first floor were half price in order to celebrate the return of Mr. Shen to Beijing. Then he ordered the chef to steam the exquisite snacks in stock and carry them to the door one by one for free.

Anyway, this time, it's supposed to attract people for the hero building. With the signboard of Mr. Shen, the hero building will send out the delicious food generously, and the meals are also greatly discounted. For a moment, the guests seem to come and the people are full.

Hundreds of people crowded in front of the door, tasting the delicious snacks which are rarely tasted at ordinary times. At the same time, they also praised the meritorious Lord Shen.

All of a sudden, there was so much noise that the whole street was shocked.

Even the big teahouse opposite the hero building also took the opportunity to play a signboard, and invited several storytellers to hold a special show, all of which were the two most popular stories about the battle of Southern Xinjiang and the great victory of Wuzhou City.

In this way, the whole street is as busy as a festival, and the popularity is at least three times more than usual.

Not long after, another group of people came to the scene. They were all young disciples from various schools. Among them, Wudang, Tianji and Baihua were the most popular.

These three sects flourished in the first World War in southern Xinjiang. Their disciples once fought side by side with Shen Jianxin outside Wuzhou City. Now when they heard that Lord Shen had returned to Beijing, they naturally came to support them.

Seeing more and more people gather inside and outside the hero building, people all think that this master Shen is really the first young hero of the Ming Dynasty. He has friends all over the world, which is really amazing.

Fortunately, the hero building has always been rich and spacious. The second floor has already been overcrowded. The old shopkeeper arranged for the VIP guests on the second floor to move to the box on the third floor to have a rest. He invited the important guests on the first floor to the second floor for dinner. Then he rearranged the hall on the first floor and added more than ten tables.

Rao is so. There are more and more powerful people coming to meet Lord Shen. The individual guests who had dinner in the hall on the first floor had already given up their places. Who would not give Lord Shen face in this scene today?

There are more and more people, but most of them are not even in the presence of Mr. Shen. They are not happy.

It's just those who come to join in the fun. Students like Guozijian, and comrades in arms like Wudang, Baihua and Tianji are a little puzzled.

Where on earth is Lord Shen? Why not show up? Is there someone more important than a friend to meet?

If the three famous schools of Wudang, Baihua and Tianji came to celebrate, it was the recognition of Shen Jianxin by Bai Dao of Wulin in the Central Plains. Then the next group of people who came out successfully made the heroes in the first floor hall silent on the spot, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to the freezing point.

Sheng Lian Jiao, a group of ten people, carrying a big box, swaggered into the hero building.

"The holy lotus sect has sent a congratulatory message to you. I wish you a prosperous official career and success in your career."

Saint lotus teaches a person horse a voice, upstairs downstairs, all people's eyes together Shua Shua shot past.

Although the holy lotus religion is the largest force in the Central Plains, it is also notorious and makes people turn pale.

Did even Shenglian cult send a congratulatory message to Lord Shen? What are they doing here? Or do you really want to celebrate?

Because the holy lotus sect had done all kinds of bad things in the past, most of the people present didn't believe that they would be so kind-hearted and really came to celebrate.

Many people thought in their hearts that the greeting given by the holy lotus sect was not intended to make a scene, was it?

At this time, Wudang, Baihua and Tianji all stood up slowly, exchanged glances and welcomed each other.

Wu Dao sect stands out as a grey robed Taoist. He is not old, but he is rich and handsome. He has a clear and elegant air. At first sight, he doesn't look like a common man.

The representative of Baihua Valley is a girl in pink dress. She is fresh, lovely and charming. She walks with a sword on her back. She not only has the delicate breath like a newborn flower, but also has the sharp determination of a swordsman. These two completely different qualities are mixed together, which makes people refreshing.

And the one who came out of Tianji hall was a magnificent man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, brave hair, bright tiger eyes, full of energy and natural hero.

The three went to the holy lotus sect side by side.

The brave young man from Tianji hall pressed the handle of the knife and said in a deep voice, "today is the day to meet Lord Shen. What's the matter with you holy lotus sect?"

Although the grey robed Taoist of Wudao sect didn't speak, the firmness in his eyes was awe inspiring. Everyone believed that if the holy lotus sect really came to make trouble, Sanchi Qingfeng in the Taoist friend's hand would never mind bloodstaining.

The girl in pink clothes from Baihua valley also said in a delicate voice: "friends come and have good wine. If jackals come in, hum! Watch out for the knives and guns

In the group of Saint lotus sect, the leader was a small and thin old man with a dry face. His black robe made him look more ghostly.

"Yes, today is a good day! We are here to celebrate for Lord Shen. I don't want to kill people. If you three little dolls have the courage, leave your name. Next time I see you, it's not too late to kill them! " The old man in Black said with a smile.