MTL - After Waking up Beside the Villain-Chapter 196 After 10 years of retreat, I am number one in the world. 10 listen...

On the top of Cangxi Mountain, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the wind and clouds are scattered.

The sound of swords pierced the boundless silence and collided fiercely!

"It's so intense!"

"This is the strength of the kendo geniuses of the White Dragon List?"

"Monsters, all monsters!"

As soon as Xie Chengyun and Lin Cefu drew their swords, they caused a lot of noise from nearby people.

Fang Wenmin didn't bother to ask anything else, immediately raised her head and looked at the sword platform intently.

In the blink of an eye, the two people on the sword platform have already passed several tricks. Although the swords are exquisite, they do not have the mind to decide whether to win or lose. Before it is used, it is more like a battle between you and me than a fierce battle.

But when the two were cut out, they were frozen ten feet with one sword, and murderous with one sword.

The latter opened and closed, and the murderous intent was unparalleled.

The stubborn rock burst out of the snow, turned into a long rainbow bird, and rushed out of the clouds, trying to cut off the snow and intercept the stream.

However, the clouds suddenly changed, and they all froze, like a copper wall and an iron wall, blocking the trend of birds. And the snow in the sky suddenly intensified, as fine as a net, like the wings of a trapped bird.

The birds screamed in the sky, turned into eagles, and crashed into the ice cloud.

"Zheng-!"

The clear sound reverberated between the mountains and clouds, the infuriating qi was surging, and the resting mountain wind suddenly rose.

A famous old man sighed: "What a change in offense and defense, and the knowledge of swordsmanship is well-versed. The two have already mastered the profound meaning of changes in swordsmanship, and they are ordinary Ding Dan, which is far behind!"

Chu Yunsheng looked at the sword platform attentively.

The principles of swords and swords are all in common. He takes it seriously and understands a lot.

In addition, he could clearly realize that Xie Chengyun and Lin Ce had an extraordinary understanding of swords.

If the sword battle between him and the young swordsman Fang Jingyou was Lin Zheshi collapse, then the battle between Xie Chengyun and Lin Ce was a fissure of the sky and the wind, and there was a real vision affect. The former is far from the latter. If it was him who was standing on the sword platform right now, then neither Xie Chengyun nor Lin Ce would be an opponent.

He still has a lot of martial arts to learn, and the road he has to walk is far from over.

"This battle may not be short."

Fang Wenmin said: "When the two of them fought each other, it was obvious that he wanted to display all his swordsmanship and swordsmanship. In other words, it is a peak display of swordsmanship in the realm of the gods, and it is also a good fortune."

The voice fell, and Ning Guan's lazy voice came from the pavilion: "This is called the battle of the sword. Ask the enemy's sword, ask the sword in my hand, ask the sword in the hands of the world... Wonderful, wonderful! "

"However, in my opinion, this battle will not be long. Xie Chengyun is only at the peak of his spirit, but Lin Ce has already made his decision half a step. , will never drag it to the end and consume too much. He is looking forward to the most incisive battle, but he is even more looking forward to a successful battle."

Fang Wenmin shook his fan, but did not refute Ning Guan's words. In fact, he thought so too.

It may be sturdy and unpretentious, or light as a little snow, or fierce and fierce, or as good as water.

He is using a sword and painting.

Lin Ce is a fisherman.

When the sword qi was like a rainbow in the sky, he dropped the bait and raised the hook, the qi splashed like water, the killing intent was concentrated on the tip of the hook, and he attacked with several swords, without giving a chance to breathe. Almost all day long, the net will catch up with a river of big fish.

"Here!"

The little monk in the pavilion Juechen said suddenly.

The voice came out, the two people on the sword platform who had used this sword to send their swords to the peak, all the moves were stopped, and they were immediately pulled by the air, as if by coincidence Like a backhand to return the sword, thousands of sword qi are united, and the body is like a fish leaping, like a meteor, slammed into the opponent!

No more temptations, no more reservations.

The two of them combined their unique skills, showing the true meaning of kendo.

The brush and ink of Fu Xuejian dripped into the thick place, and the long scroll had come to an end, but it was both the viewer and the person in the painting.

Innumerable vitality is full of ice and snow, and his heart is moved at will, and his feet are deep in the mud. Lin Ce suddenly raised his head and saw himself falling into the picture scroll, all over the world, only a stroke on the top of his head, falling leisurely, no fireworks, but kill.

Not angry or alarmed, Lin Ce raised his sword diagonally and stabbed it out.

The killing sword is like a fishing rod, provoked upward, disturbing the fish in the river, and the sky is full of snow.

With a bang, the fish hook broke through the ice and was thrown out, and a big fish swayed and slowly emerged on the hook.

Xie Chengyun stared at this sword, as if seeing the fishhook thrown heavily, carrying it with a peculiar force, as if no matter how he dodged, he could not escape the fate of being caught.

But he wasn't going to hide.

The two use the true meaning of kendo, describe their own swordsmanship, and use swordsmanship to deduce the succession and transformation, and set up attack and defense traps for each other. Time to go back. It depends on whose sword is more in line with one's own way, whose sword is stronger and more powerful, unmatched.

The sword meets the sword, the qi rushes, the sword light is better than the sunlight, and the style is amazing!

Countless spectators sucked in a breath of cold air, suddenly widened their eyes, and looked stunned. On the sword stand.

The wind stops and the snow stops.

But it couldn't inspire in the end—a piece of crystal clear snow landed on the tip of the sword, as light as a feather, but abruptly bent the rock-solid killing sword into a slight arc.

"The Realm of Microcontrol..."

Lin Ce looked down at the Fuxue Sword in front of him, and said solemnly, "This sword, you are better than me."

When Lin Ce turned around and got off the sword platform and stepped up the mountain road, the crowd of spectators all around came back to their senses, either laughing excitedly or lamenting up to the sky, or fascinated by the sword light, pulling their companions to discuss endlessly , or comprehend something, and talk rhetorically with the people around him, Cangxi Mountain is instantly loud and buzzing.

"There is such a sword in the world!"

"A sword is an ink pen, a sword is a fishhook, and a sword is a sword! This old man has been practicing swords for decades, and seeing this battle today, he will know what a sword is!"

"I'm waiting for the swordsman, and I will die in the evening!"

"It is indeed the battle for the peak of the White Dragon List of Kendo! Both of them are well-deserved!"

"It has long been said that the strength of Fu Xuejian is by no means the thirteenth, but in recent years, it has rarely been shot, and it does not fight with others, so the ranking is only outside the tenth. , but even the capital of the White Dragon Ranking can be won, and it is truly talented and extraordinary!"

"When I was climbing the mountain with the sword of death at noon, I was still discussing Xie Chengyun's unwiseness here, but I couldn't help but build up momentum, but in the first battle, I had to fight against Dingdan. One sword is really arrogant, and has a reputation as a modest gentleman. But who would have guessed, this is not arrogance, but a well-thought-out!"

"Below the Ding Dan, who would dare to say that Lin Ce can fight against Lin Ce can be confident? Xie Chengyun is not sure about his chances of winning, but his sword has reached this stage, if he wants to break through, if he wants to grind With a sword, we must face up to difficulties and not be afraid of dangers, so he knows that the first victory in the opening of the sword platform is important, but he is still willing to take risks, and with a fearless sword, he can achieve a perfect sword heart!"

"Extremely!"

"By defeating Lin Ce, ascending to the top of the White Dragon Ranking, opening the Sword Stage, and asking the sword world, what kind of limelight this must be, what kind of aura like a rainbow!"

"This battle has made me believe that Fuxuejian may become the sixth person to succeed in the opening of the sword!"

"The first five are all legends..."

Number one in the world!"

"Fast biography! Fuxue sword is better than killing sword!"

"Urgent - Xie family Xie Chengyun topped the list in the thirteenth battle, jumped to the top of the White Dragon list, the sword heart seems to be complete, the kendo touches the truth, and is about to enter no sword and no self!"

In the midst of this excitement, Xie Chengyun put away his sword, stroked the snow in white clothes, bowed his hands as a salute, and moved towards the countless people watching the battle, towards the countless heroes in Daxia, Beimo, Western Regions, and Miaojiang. Talented, also facing the boundless rivers and lakes and the world, with a condensed aura, he laughed loudly: "Today Xie opened the sword platform, the ceremony has been completed, please go up the mountain, have a feast to celebrate, and discuss martial arts happily."

"Good!"

"Young Master Xie is really generous!"

"Hahahaha, that would be disrespectful!"

This remark is greatly appreciated.

. Whenever there is a grand event in a sect, there must be a banquet that invites guests, which is not uncommon in the rivers and lakes.

After Xie Chengyun finished speaking, Xie's housekeeper and guards walked out of the forest, leading many martial arts heroes to the other side of the mountain, where hundreds of tables were already prepared. Entertain guests.

Xie Chengyun stood beside the mountain road, greeted some people from Jianghu who came to mix with familiar faces one by one, then turned back to the top of the mountain, and entered the hut to rest for a while.

Chu Yunsheng and Fang Wenmin bypassed the crowd and went straight to the back of the sword platform.

Xi Feiming in the Banshan Pavilion wanted to follow. He used to make fun of Xie Chengyun through face-to-face voice transmission, but the little monk Juechen was drooling at the smell of the banquet. The banquet went away, no resistance was tolerated.

Ning Guan, Yan Xuanji and others also decided to fill their stomachs first, not in a hurry to meet Xie Chengyun, very informal and frank.

Hearing the movement, Xie Chengyun raised his eyes, and when he saw Chu Yun's voice, he laughed softly: "If you don't come, I will still call you, I couldn't hold the breath just now, My hands and feet are a little weak and I can't sit still, but I want to change my clothes."

Fang Wenmin, who had her feet on the threshold, was startled, opened her fan, and hurriedly covered her face: "See no evil, hear no evil! Brother Xie, it's only an hour or two. No, how did you become such a slutty madman! Shame on me, shame on me!"

"

Chu Yunsheng listened to the two people arguing and ignored it, turned around and pulled out a brand new coat from the hut, pulled Xie Chengyun's wrist, and began to change his clothes.

Fang Wenmin pretended not to have heard of it, pretended not to have seen it all, put down the fan, and said solemnly: "Brother Xie, since the battle with Lin Ce has exhausted, why bother to entertain those people with a single breath? Jianghu people? If someone takes the opportunity to sneak attack, or if you are exhausted for too long and cause internal injuries, it will be a bad thing after all."

Xie Chengyun shook his head and said, "Brother Fang, you don't understand. To win is to win consummately and beautifully, and you can't lose with your demeanor and momentum. Believe it or not, Lin Ce is also in the last sword. I’ve exhausted my true energy and I’m exhausted, but tomorrow you go to inquire about it, Lin Ce will go down the mountain and leave, step by step, with no one to help and no car to pick up.”

"He wants to lose beautifully, and I want to win beautifully."

Fang Wenmin was speechless.

And this time, the other side.

Fang Jingyou, the young swordsman, untied the reins, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and finally walked to the foot of the mountain step by step, and Lin Ce bent over and got on the carriage. color.

He raised his hand and wiped it off at will, looking at the top of the mountain through the car window.

"Xie Chengyun will definitely fight with me."

He said, "Extremely childish."

Fang Jingyou sat on the carriage, glanced at Lin Ce sideways while tossing his horse whip, and pouted his lips in a shameless manner: "And you said that, don't you? Face, go home and practice your swords well, it will be the biggest face in the future, don't blame me for teaching you, Lin Ce, you are true..."

The scabbard snapped on Fang Jingyou's skull.

Fang Jingyou shouted, drawing his sword to fight Lin Ce desperately, and then being suppressed by a sword, with his legs shrunk, his head lowered, and he continued to drive.

Above the sword platform on the top of the mountain, several jugs were crooked, and peanut shells were piled up.

A dozen or so famous heroic teenagers on the White Dragon List sat on the ground, no longer caring about their image, colliding jugs, drinking happily, and eating meat.

Xi Feiming held up a chicken leg, which made the little monk Juechen drunkenly shaking his hands to reach it, and finally he was about to reach it, but Xi Feiming opened his mouth and bit half of it, so angry that Juechen hit Xi Feiming with his head Staggered.

Two little Taoist priests who came to see the senior brother from Qingshan Temple quickly persuaded them to fight, and they were also knocked down with small bald heads.

Yan Xuanji's silver spear lay across her knees, and Li Ming drank a gulp of wine, and then used her hands instead of weapons to fight against each other, living up to the qualities of the two martial idiots.

Ning Guan was lying on his back, he took out a reed tube from nowhere, inserted it into the jug and sucked it, while it looked like watching the moon, but actually moved quietly, wanting to put the headrest to Yan Xuanji's leg.

Unexpectedly, she was seen as soon as she got close, Yan Xuanji was furious, and she was about to stab him with a silver spear.

Fang Wenmin was dragging two friends from the Shangjing family who were at the end of the White Dragon Ranking, drinking and weeping sadly: "I thought that Brother Xie won this battle, my ranking can move, but wait I only remembered after the fight, I only ranked 18th on the White Dragon Ranking, and they played the first and thirteenth, and I couldn't move..."

Juechen, who couldn't grab the chicken leg, heard it, and immediately stopped, and raised his hand to wipe his tears: "I fell, it was me... I fell from the third to the fourth!"

The two sons of the aristocratic family laughed wryly, shook their heads and sighed, one of you is the third and the other is the eighteenth, all of you are crying like this, what about us thirty or forty?

If I can't beat them, I really want to beat all these geniuses.

The Fuxue Sword was placed beside him, quiet and condensed, without sharp edges, just like an ordinary weapon.

In fact, it is indeed an ordinary weapon.

Many people in all corners of the world know that Xie Chengyun's Fuxue Sword is not a magic weapon, but an ordinary weapon forged by the Xie Family Sword Furnace.

The only unusual thing is that this sword was forged by Xie Chengyun who chose iron and stone, set it on fire and melted water, and forged it with one hammer and one hammer. Then Xie Chengyun named it Fuxuejian, and he went to Beijing with it, traveled the world, roamed the rivers and lakes, and sounded a big name.

Nowadays, no one needs to admit it, no need to rank weapons, and it is still a famous sword in the eyes of many Jianghu people.

"Chu Chu."

Suddenly, Xie Chengyun put down the jug, leaned his head sideways, bumped his forehead against Chu Yun's temples, the wine smell diffused, and his voice was soft: "I saw Cangxi before. Sunset on the mountain?"

Chu Yunsheng sighed helplessly, and supported Xie Chengyun's waist with one hand.

Among the gang of drunkards who are unwilling to force their drink out of their true energy, he is the most sober one.

"No."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to this place, Chu Yunsheng used his robe sleeves to cover it up, and brought the person closer, letting Xie Chengyun press him into his arms. He could see that Xie Chengyun was really indulging in alcohol and was a little drunk, even forgetting that he had never been to Cangxi Mountain before.

"Cangxi Mountain has no view and no temple, but a mountain road has been built directly to the top of the mountain. It is because the sunset scenery of Cangxi Mountain is so beautiful and fascinating that there is an endless stream of visitors from the north and the south."

Xie Chengyun said.

"It is indeed a beautiful scenery." Chu Yun replied.

Charming.

Dragon Tiger River gallops far away, sparkling like thousands of golden scales.

Qingjiang water, Baili Mountain, boundless sunset.

"I was in Penglai in the south of the Yangtze River, I saw the sunset when I was rafting, and in Xiongguan in the North Desert, I saw the sunset against the yellow sand of the desert—"

Xie Chengyun half-closed his eyes, his long and straight eyelashes were lined with golden shimmering finely, he curled his lips into a smile, raised his hand to catch the wisp of Chu Yunsheng being lifted by the wind Hair strands, the voice paused, and said softly: "If you have been to too few places, you might as well come with me to see Jianghu."

Chu Yunsheng did not expect Xie Chengyun to say such a thing at this time, he took a sip of the jug and said, "What if I shouldn't?"

Xie Chengyun raised his face, bent his waist, put his pillow on Chu Yunsheng's lap, raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't beat me."

He bowed his head slightly, looking at the familiar smiling brows, Chu Yunsheng could not help bending the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it because Master Xie left a secret trick on me? , not afraid of me fleeing, nor afraid of me harboring ghosts, collaborating with the enemy to betray?"

Xie Chengyun was not surprised, he just raised his finger and gently stroked Chu Yunsheng's Adam's apple, which was covered up by the bone-shrinking technique, laughed, and said, "A medicinal needle as thin as an ox's hair, a prisoner In the room, I took a bite and sent it here. This needle will not prevent you from running your infuriating energy, even if you look inside your body, it is difficult to detect."

"You're a smart person, it's not unusual to guess."

"This medicine is needled into the body, and it will not harm you, but if the person who takes the acupuncture wants to surprise you and stimulate the medicinal energy, there is no way to prevent it, and the blood will seal the throat."

The cool fingertips swept across the side of the neck and pressed against Chu Yunsheng's shoulder.

Xie Chengyun got up a little and sighed: "Okay, do you want me to take it out?"

"No need."

Chu Yunsheng said, flipping his palm.

Chu Yun said: "During the battle with Fang Jingyou, the swordsmanship broke through, and the hidden and nature were in harmony, so I sensed this needle and forced it out."

Xie Chengyun lowered his eyes and smiled slowly.

He let go of his hand, turned over on Chu Yunsheng's lap, and said, "Is it out yet?"

"No."

There is a pity in the single room, the lack of a beautiful lady."

"Pff-hahahahahaha!"

Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun turned their heads together, and saw Fang Wenmin and Ning Guan who had just tiptoed over and listened to a half sentence, supporting each other, patting their stomachs and laughing, their waists straight Can't get up.

"Listen, listen! Miss Chu, how domineering, you must be Mrs. Xie!"

"This is what women do not allow men!"

"No no no, this is called mutual affection, private exchange, secret music - hey, Yan Xuanji, if you can learn from other people's Chu girls, you can also be my Ning husband. -Wait, oh, don't fight, stop fighting! I was wrong, I was wrong, Miss Yan, spare your life, you are Dingdan, you can't bully the small!"

Ning Guan was chased and beaten by Yan Xuanji again.

Fang Wenmin laughed, and when she turned her head, she saw Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun staring at him quietly. He was cold all over, shivered for no reason, and hurriedly said: "Brother Xie, Miss Chu, congratulations and congratulations. Although our children in the rivers and lakes are informal, we still need to pay attention when we are outside. What about you, Brother Xie, you are always there. The girl is leaning on her legs, what a formality!"

Xi Feiming passed by with a jug, and laughed when he heard the words: "Girl? Tsk tsk, what a girl! Pindao knows everything, hey, just don't say it, just play."

"Brother Xie, grace, grace!"

"What's the matter, you don't agree? Come, come, I'll give you a guess..."

"Ningguan, stop for me!"

"Don't hit Miss Yan, just spare Brother Ning this time, come and drink!"

The sun dissipated, the night was long, and the moon was bright and clear.

The teenagers on the sword stage drank happily, staggered with each other, made fists and discussed martial arts, and lay drunk on the top of the mountain.

Three days later.

The White Dragon Ranking of the Wulin League was temporarily replaced.

The fifth day late at night.

Xie Chengyun walked into Songtao Pavilion and learned the results of Yudan's interrogation from his father Xie Zhiyuan, and was a little surprised: "I don't want to kill me, but to cast me into a puppet ?"

"This move seems to be trying to plot the Xie family, but even if they are really successful, as long as the Xie family is still alive, it is impossible for me to control the Xie family. And this secret technique must be resisted. If you don't stop You Xian's investigation, they won't be afraid that things won't work out and will be exposed instead?"

The light in the Songtao Pavilion was dim, Xie Zhiyuan was sitting in the depths, covered in heavy shadows, he could not see clearly his features, only a dim outline.

Hearing this, he coughed a few times in a low voice, and after a long silence, Fang said in a hoarse voice: "Perhaps, they have guessed that your great-grandfather is in prison and can't take any more shots."

Xie Chengyun's expression darkened: "This is a test."

Xie Zhiyuan sighed deeply: "It's going to be faster, we can't wait any longer."

In the early morning of the seventh day, the sky was bright.

Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun disguised themselves, went to the capital, and rode their horses to the south of the Yangtze River.