In such a quiet and peaceful morning, someone opened the window, and a shout came from the high building, "Mr. Duan is here! ——"
Duan Chongxuan's palms suddenly broke out in cold sweat as he waved his folding fan.
Amid the smoke and dust, girls, holding up their long skirts and waving their embroidered handkerchiefs, ran down from the back streets, from the inns, and from the tall buildings, with gusts of fragrant wind and the shadows of their skirts fluttering in the air.
In the blink of an eye, both sides of the long street were filled with people. Some wore delicate plum blossom makeup and gold pearl hairpins; some had just woken up and had no time to put on makeup, but they had long hair and covered their faces with gauze.
They stood on both sides of the street, looking at Duan Chongxuan with burning eyes.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan involuntarily distanced themselves from him.
Duan Hualao took two quick steps and said, "Why don't you two wait for me..."
This was the first time Yin Biyue had seen such a scene. "...Your reputation has spread so far?"
The female practitioners of Lianjian Sect would not go to this extent. These are girls from Yecheng.
Ever since Duan Chongxuan came back that day, Qiu Lake has become lively.
Every day, different girls happen to 'pass by' here and stand by the lake to enjoy the scenery.
In the small courtyard where Yin Biyue and the other two lived, they would often wake up early in the morning and push open the door to see handkerchiefs and sachets all over the yard.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain were very happy. Every day they could see many beautiful girls in gorgeous attire. Their waists and legs no longer felt sore, and they had more energy to practice swordplay.
But Yin Biyue couldn't help but think, what if a girl turned evil one day and threw a thunder bomb in?
So he used the flags left by Yan Xing to set up a simple protective formation in the yard, mainly to prevent falling objects from high altitudes.
The situation has improved greatly.
Duan Chongxuan felt a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to trouble you..."
Luo Mingchuan smiled helplessly, "...It's not your fault."
Yin Biyue looked at the embroidered handkerchief hanging outside the courtyard wall, fluttering in the wind. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned around and asked Hua Lao, "Are you still going today?"
Among the sixteen competitions today, four had Cangya disciples participating, including Luo Mingchuan vs. Baopu Sect. If it were in the past, Duan Chongxuan would definitely go.
But now, whenever he went out, he would be stared at by girls so eagerly that their gazes seemed to burn a hole in his body.
Duan Chongxuan seemed to have thought of some bad experience, his face stiffened for a moment, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Go! How can I not go!"
There were many competitions on Cangya Mountain today, and almost all the disciples went out to watch. So the three of them followed the huge group and walked out together.
At dawn, breakfast stalls on the street have just been set up. The hot steam from the steamers mixed with the white mist and was blown away by the morning breeze. The window on the second floor of the teahouse has just been opened. The waiters sit down on the benches inside and hang out brightly colored wine flags. The long, empty and quiet street is occasionally filled with the barking of dogs and the chirping of cicadas.
He Yanyun patted Ruan Xiaolian on the shoulder and whispered to comfort her, "Don't be nervous, just go ahead and fight today, and after the fight we'll go to Taihelou to eat roast chicken!"
Several disciples gathered around them, talking in low voices, and giving Ruan Xiaolian advice and suggestions.
These disciples of Cangya Mountain were not worried at all about Luo Mingchuan who also had a competition today.
They wouldn't always say things like "Senior Brother Luo is so great and will definitely win," but they couldn't imagine Luo Mingchuan losing at all.
This is an inexplicable trust that seems to come for no reason.
But Luo Mingchuan is such a person, and thousands of disciples in Cangya Mountain trust him.
Yin Biyue looked at the people around him.
He was just like usual today, walking steadily, with no expression that showed any special solemnity or negligence.
He was still wearing the simple and dignified Cangya Taoist robe, and every detail from his hair to his collar was as meticulous as ever.
Whether he was walking on the rugged mountain path of Cangya or on the long street of Yecheng leading to a fight, he always looked the same, giving people the illusion that he remained unchanged forever.
Although Luo Mingchuan was not arrogant, at first glance, he looked dignified and solemn, and was obviously a gentleman who did not understand romance. Yin Biyue had white hair and cold eyes, and looked difficult to approach.
Duan Chongxuan often had a smile on his face, looking like a romantic gentleman, but his chatterbox nature was not exposed, which made him the most popular among women in their twenties.
Therefore, almost every young girl in Yecheng would recite a few lines.
"A jade crown, white clothes, and a mountain-river fan, who is the young master who moved Yecheng?"
Fortunately, two miles out of the city, they arrived at the arena, where disciples from the Qinglu Sword Sect were on duty, so the girls could not get close. After knowing that Duan Chongxuan had no competition today, they left reluctantly.
Yin Biyue heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the chatter.
There are obviously more people in the audience today because there are two very interesting shows.
Luo Mingchuan and Zhong Shan will both fight today. Although both are considered to have overwhelming advantages and the results are no surprise, many people want to see how they will fight and what kind of fighting rhythm they will use.
There were especially many disciples from the Qinglu Sword Sect who came, surrounding the two people like stars surrounding the moon.
Yin Bi looked from afar and found that one of them looked very familiar. It was the young master Song whom he had met in the northern suburbs of the city.
He was talking to the young man next to him, who had a long sword hanging from his waist.
Yes, at first glance, you won’t notice the man’s figure or appearance, but will instead see his sword directly.
The sword seemed to have a strange power, and every sword practitioner could not ignore its existence.
Duan Chongxuan whispered, "The one next to Song Tang is Zhong Shan."
Just at this moment, the man raised his eyes, his gaze like lightning, shooting straight at him!
Passing through the crowd and the arena, it landed accurately on Yin Biyue!
Almost out of an instinctive reaction to danger, Yin Biyue's true energy burst out, his sleeves were inflated by the energy, and every inch of his muscles and bones were tensed to the extreme!
You can draw your sword at any time!
Duan Chongxuan, who was closest to him, couldn't help but take two steps back.
At this moment, the back of a person in a white Taoist robe blocked his view and also blocked Zhongshan's sight.
Luo Mingchuan stood in front of him.
He only took two steps forward, as if nothing had happened, and completely blocked Yin Biyue behind him.
Luo Mingchuan looked at the other party calmly.
Song Tang seemed to have sensed something and looked in the direction Zhongshan was looking. Seeing that it was Luo Mingchuan and a group of Cangya Mountain disciples, he nodded in greeting from a distance.
Luo Mingchuan nodded in return.
At this time, the bell rang, and the fight was about to begin. The two factions returned to their positions, as if nothing had happened before.
In fact, from the moment Zhong Shan looked over to the moment Luo Mingchuan and Song Tang greeted each other, the entire process took only a moment, and almost no one else noticed.
Yin Biyue remembered it clearly. He was now certain that Zhong Shan, who was at the peak of the Barrier Breaking Stage, had already taken half a step into the threshold of the Hinayana stage. That gaze was full of undisguised scrutiny and hostility.
It was clearly the first time they met.
Soon he had no time to think, because Luo Mingchuan had already walked towards the ring. "Luo Mingchuan of Cangya Mountain versus Wang Zhen of Baopu Sect..."
Cangya's disciples burst into cheers.
The Baopu clan looked very unhappy.
He Lai said to Wang Zhen in a deep voice, "After two moves, step down on your own. Don't lose too badly and bring shame to the sect."
Wang Zhen always followed He Lai's lead, and after hearing this, he had no objection, "Yes, Brother." In fact, he also felt that he was unlucky, as he met the first disciple of Cangya Mountain in the first round. He was not prepared to pay the price of getting injured and hold out for a few more moves, which would be too stupid. He had already thought about how to admit defeat in a beautiful way after two moves, as if he was magnanimous and magnanimous for not competing with the opponent. Although admitting defeat was also embarrassing, it was better than being beaten off the stage and getting injured. This was his plan. Therefore, when they got on the stage, the two greeted each other. ? He said first, "I have long heard of the name of the first disciple of Cangya. Daoist friend, your cultivation is profound. I really admire you and feel ashamed of myself!"
His words implied that the other party's cultivation and status were higher than his, and it would not be glorious to win.
Having said that, Luo Mingchuan probably wouldn't feel comfortable doing anything cruel anymore.
Luo Mingchuan didn't say anything. He just smiled slightly, as if he was accepting the compliment from the other party.
Yin Biyue felt that he was more focused than the two people on the stage.
He wanted to see how Luo Mingchuan would act.
Galan's pupil technique? That's a back-up plan, or a big move, it won't be used so early.
Directly crushing with true energy? This fighting style is a bit rough.
A technique to control the vitality of plants? Yin Biyue looked at the tall elm tree beside the stone platform. This should be the most likely possibility...
At the same time, many people were watching this competition.
Under the gaze of thousands of people, Luo Mingchuan picked up the sword.
This was obviously too unexpected.
"What's going on? Senior Brother Luo is still using a sword?"
"So... that sword isn't just a decoration."
Yin Biyue noticed, however, that his sword-holding posture was wrong.
Luo Mingchuan's "Sunken Boat" was not unsheathed.
He held the sword in its sheath, straight and level, like a long staff.
What exactly does Luo Mingchuan want to do?
Wang Zhen, who will fight against him, will be the first to face this problem.
Wang Zhen suddenly drew his sword and stabbed! Where the sword tip passed, a flowing Bagua pattern appeared.
He used the most reliable and most familiar Baopu Bagua Sword!
However, before the sword reached three feet in front of the opponent, the sword in Luo Mingchuan's hand moved.
Still not unsheathed, it was raised high and then dropped heavily.
It was like a blow to the head!
He blocked Wang Zhen's sword, broke through the protective true energy, and hit his right shoulder directly!
“Crack…”
Everyone in the audience heard the clear sound of bones breaking.
The attack was so fast and so fierce that no one expected it, yet it seemed so righteous and there was no trace of ruthlessness or brutality.
As if it were natural.
Luo Mingchuan's figure flashed, and in an instant he appeared behind Wang Zhen, and attacked again!
Wang Zhen swung his sword back, but it hit Luo Mingchuan's scabbard. With a surge of true energy, the sword actually flew out of his hand.
Luo Mingchuan's sword also fell down and hit the spine!
Yin Biyue was shocked!
Someone in the audience finally recognized him and shouted, "Lanyuan Academy's 'teaching whip'!"
There were also disciples who came from academies among the group. They looked carefully and said, "Really! It's the teaching staff!"
Yin Biyue felt complicated. He didn't expect Luo Mingchuan would choose this to fight.
There is not only one set of ways to teach in schools.
It is used by teachers to discipline disobedient students.
It is not necessary to use a teaching stick. When you encounter a naughty student who violates the school rules, you can just break off a locust branch or a bamboo stick. Most of the time, a wooden stick can fully demonstrate the true meaning of using a teaching stick.
Yin Biyue understood that Luo Mingchuan was using the sword as a stick and was using a real teaching whip.
Once upon a time when I was in school, the teacher who taught "Speculative Theory" was old and unable to do the job, so he asked Luo Mingchuan, the most calm and reliable student, to hold the whip for him.
This was a very offensive job, but Luo Mingchuan was fair in enforcing the law and acted with dignity, so no one complained about him.
"The dignity of a teacher is to teach you how to be a good person." This is what it means to be a teacher.
Since it is a teacher teaching students, how can it not be aboveboard? Isn't it reasonable?
But Luo Mingchuan is not Wang Zhen's master, so this is ironic.
"I will teach you how to behave on behalf of your master."
The Baopu Sect elder's expression has changed.
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