The news spread quickly.
The meeting of Duanshui and Shuanglan, the two most powerful swordsmen in the world, is truly a grand event in the world of cultivation.
Yan Xing is at a higher level and became famous earlier, while Chen Yi is making rapid progress and has immeasurable potential. The last time the two of them fought could be traced back to decades ago, and now no one dares to assert their combat power.
Regardless of whether one practices sword or not, cultivates spirituality or martial arts, everyone is looking forward to this battle that is destined to go down in history.
In this case, coupled with the special identities of the two, it was difficult to determine the location. Whether it was in the Central Continent where Lianjian was located, or the Western Continent where Cangya was located, it would seem unfair. The Eastern Continent was divided, and the Emperor of the Northern Continent had an old relationship with Cangya Mountain.
Finally, we had to settle in the South Continent.
The order is in good order, and it can accommodate a large number of practitioners who come here after hearing the news. The formation is complete and well prepared. After thinking about it, Yecheng is the best. The foot of Chongming Mountain is the best.
Sect Leader Qu chose a good place and sent a letter to Cangyashan. He couldn't help but sigh as he turned around, "I should be happy for you to have a breakthrough."
Chen Yi hugged her from behind, "Why are you worried? It's just a competition, not a life-and-death duel."
"Yecheng, Chongming Mountain, I never thought I'd see you again one day."
Yin Biyue sighed.
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "I wonder if the yard by Qiu Lake is still there."
Yan Xing was speechless because of the two people's sarcasm. "I am the one who wants to fight, not to let you revisit the old place and experience the road of love again."
Duan Chongxuan was playing with birds in the Imperial Garden, "Yecheng, do you want to go? ...Yes, the one you've been to. If you want to go, beg me."
Luan Er shrank his body and rolled around in his palm.
A group of palace servants stood far away, with their heads lowered and their eyes dropped, not daring to make a sound.
"Brother, will you go and see it? Many people in the sect want to go."
In private, Cheng Tianyu never called Master Song Tang "Master".
Song Tang sat at his desk, writing non-stop, "I've been busy lately, so I probably won't go."
Cheng Tianyu could not hide his disappointment, "... Then Senior Brother Zhong and I will take people to see it, and come back to tell you about it!"
Song Tang responded. After the person left, he looked at the letter again. The handwriting was messy and the words did not express the meaning. He was disappointed.
The day before the scheduled battle, Zhongshan went to the main hall in person to ask him if he wanted to go and watch the battle.
Song Tang still said he didn't want to go.
But that night, he finally came down the mountain and went to the most famous restaurant within a hundred miles of Qinglu Mountain.
Yan Xing never acted like a great practitioner.
He drinks happily and talks about anything, whether it's meat or vegetables. He has casual drinking buddies all over the world. If he doesn't want to drink alone, there are people to accompany him everywhere.
Just like now, the entire second floor was filled with people chatting and laughing around him. Young masters from aristocratic families, wanderers from the martial arts world, all with their own backgrounds, it was very lively.
Just as they were talking about the twelve ways to drink 'Fu Sheng Huan', someone suddenly stood up in a hurry and bowed, "Master Song."
Everyone looked at it and was speechless for a moment.
Song Tang has been in charge of Qinglu for many years. The gentleness he had when he was the eldest disciple has long faded, leaving only awe-inspiring righteousness and natural power.
He was dressed in a robe with ink-splashed landscape patterns and a jade crown to tie his hair up. He looked meticulous, rigorous and upright, which was totally out of place in the flashy restaurant.
Everyone present looked at Yan Xing's face and knew that he had been hunted by Patriarch Song before. Although the matter was eventually dropped, the two of them still had an old grudge.
So after greeting each other, they dispersed quietly.
In a blink of an eye, the noise disappeared, and only two people were left on the second floor. Yan Xing and Song Tang looked at each other in silence.
Song Tang didn't expect that everyone had left as soon as he arrived, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
The other party was drinking with friends, and my sudden arrival really spoiled the mood.
If Yan Xing asked at this moment, "What are you doing here?", he would immediately turn around and leave.
But Yan Xing didn't ask anything. He just smiled and said, "Come and sit down."
Song Tang breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have an appointment to fight someone tomorrow. Instead of meditating and regulating my breathing, I come here..."
He regretted his first words halfway through his speech.
You are not the other party's senior master, so why do you say such controlling words?
He still remembered that Yan Xing hated being disciplined by irrelevant people the most, and the reason why he drew his sword to cut the water was that someone was teaching him a lesson in the name of an elder.
"I have overstepped my bounds, please do not blame me, Fellow Daoist Yan."
Yan Xing was originally very happy, but he couldn't help but frown when he heard this, "I just don't understand, why do you keep calling me Fellow Daoist Yan?"
If you feel like you can't call him Senior Brother Yan, you can just call him by his name. It's so uncomfortable to hear you call him Fellow Daoist.
But the other party had finally taken the initiative to find him, so it was pointless to dwell on such trivial matters. He smiled in relief and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. What have you been busy with recently?"
This sentence sounds like a casual question, but Yan Xing really wants to know.
Song Tang is always rigorous and answers everything seriously.
"Recently, more than ten families in the South Continent want to negotiate with Qinglu to agree on the resources for the next fifty years. They want Qinglu to leave a communication array in their mansions and properties to provide protection. I am reviewing the agreement documents. If there are any problems, I will write back to discuss them. If there are no problems, I will stamp them and hand them over to the elders in the sect to arrange the array. There is another thing. It is rumored that a rare treasure has appeared in the westernmost part of the South Continent. Many scattered cultivators have gathered at the foot of Qinglu Mountain to petition, hoping that Qinglu will take the lead in treasure hunting, one to protect their own safety, and the other to solve the uneven distribution..."
He said a lot, and in the end he felt that it was all trivial and boring. It was hard for Yan Xing to still listen seriously.
Song Tang finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you understand all I'm saying?"
“I don’t understand.”
"Then what are you laughing at?"
What's so funny?
Yan Xing looked at him steadily, her eyes full of romance, "I'm happy that you're talking to me."
Song Tang's mind flickered, he avoided his gaze, stood up and left, "You've drunk too much."
Yan Xing stood up slowly, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the person back.
Song Tang was caught off guard and bumped into his arms, subconsciously trying to draw his sword. However, the opponent's realm pressure suddenly erupted, pushing him back two steps and trapping him in the corner.
The pressure was like a strong wind passing through, the wooden window slammed shut without any wind, and the wine cup on the table fell, shattering all over the floor.
The kiss was just a taste, and it carried the sharp aroma of wine, which made the Song Sect Master, who never drank, blush. The other party still refused to let go, and the hot breath sprayed all over his ears, numbing and numb.
"I'm just drunk, go ahead and hit me. Which leg do you want to break this time?"
Song Tang was so angry that he was shaking. He used all his energy and drew his sword halfway, but suddenly stopped because the man said, "I have a duel after daybreak. I can't delay my promise. If you beat me to death tonight, I will die tomorrow."
After saying that, she really dispersed her pressure, leaving him without any guard, and just leaned over to kiss him.
Patriarch Song hesitated for only a moment before he was pressed against the wall and severely bullied.
At the end, he licked his lips and sighed contentedly, "...It's really sweet."
"presumptuous!"
"Don't look at me like that. I'm afraid I can't help myself."
Normally, Patriarch Song was intimidating without getting angry, and ordinary people didn't dare to get close to him. But now his eyes were wet and his face was flushed. His originally meticulous Taoist robe and hair were messy, which made him look very charming in Dengtuzi's eyes.
Song Tang could no longer bear it and struck him with his scabbard sword, but he still remembered to be careful. Yan Xing groaned after being hit, and stepped back, listening to his lecture with a smile.
"What are you thinking about? When a warrior is about to fight, he must avoid being impatient and impatient, and even more so, he must avoid being tempted! Many years ago, I saw Chen Yi use his sword. His talent and potential are one in a million. You can't underestimate the enemy and be arrogant. Even if the gap in realm is insurmountable, there has never been a fight without any unexpected changes..."
"You're done?"
"Um……"
"Are you calm now?"
Song Tang glared at him again.
The moonlight fell on them through the window lattice, and the sound of night watchmen could be heard from the street.
Yan Xing glanced at the sky and said, "If I don't hurry to Yecheng, it will be too late."
"You should have gone a long time ago."
Yan Xing wanted to say, "Wait for me to come back," but in the end he just helped the other person tidy up his clothes.
He pushed open the window on the second floor and jumped down. He seemed very cool, but he didn't dare to look back.
A moment later, I heard someone say from the restaurant, "Don't come back if you can't win."
Yan Xing laughed out loud.
With that being said, how can we not win?
*****
Song Tang sat down.
The empty restaurant was in a mess of cups and plates. The half bowl of wine left by the other party reflected the moonlight and also illuminated his face.
He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste entered his throat and he immediately choked and started coughing.
Song Tang smiled self-deprecatingly.
He often wondered what Yan Xing saw in him.
If it was just a whim, how come the long years have passed so quickly and the other party's novelty has not worn off?
In terms of talent, character and appearance, he was not unrivaled in the world. In terms of status, the leader of Qinglu Sword Sect was indeed in a high position of power.
But Yan Xing doesn't care about these.
He had no idea what the other person cared about.
"I heard that the sunrise at Tianxin Cliff in Cangya Mountain is extremely spectacular?"
"It is indeed spectacular... but after seeing it so many times, it always looks the same. Speaking of sunrise, when the sun rises over the nameless peak at the easternmost border of East Continent, it seems like you can touch the sun with your hand."
"So, sunrise is the best in East Continent?"
Yan Xing leaned against the tree and tilted his head to look at him, "The most spectacular, but not the best... Once I was crossing the sea alone in a boat and encountered a beast tide. I fought all the way from the floating sea to the shore. It happened to be the time when the sun and the moon changed, so it was the best."
Whenever talking about topics like these, Song Tang always felt that compared with the magnificent wonders and life-and-death adventures, he was really a dull and boring person.
Yanxing is different.
Just like a goshawk, it can fly over the mountains and cliffs. Cangya and Qinglu can't hold him back.
When the sky was slightly bright, Sect Master Song walked out of the restaurant. The morning breeze was refreshing.
He let out a long sigh, threw away all his feelings and melancholy, and walked forward.
If he knew that the other party would rush over as soon as the fight was over because of his words, he would never leave at this time.
In this way, he would not be blocked at the gate of Qinglu Palace in broad daylight and cause a scene for nothing.
"Didn't you agree to wait for me to come back?"
Song Tang frowned, "When did I ever say such a thing?"
"A gentleman's word is as good as a whip. What you said at night is not recognized in the daytime?" Yan Xing felt a little aggrieved. "How can this be justified?"
There is a new rumor in Nanlu today, saying that Patriarch Song has become an ungrateful person.
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