Qingluan quietly walked back to Ning Yan and stood quietly, looking at the two figures standing in the field.
I saw the young man in white taking a long gun from the shelf and weighing it with his hands as if he felt it was not heavy enough.
He put it down again and replaced it with a bright broadsword.
The blade is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the blade surface is wide.
When the tip of the knife touched the ground, a faint muffled sound could be heard.
Another young man in black, who was as pretty as a peach blossom and had delicate eyebrows, just took out a spear and waved it a few times, causing the young girls around him to scream loudly.
With the sound of the gong, the competition officially begins.
The young man in white turned his wrist and pointed the gleaming knife edge at the man who was leaping towards him with a gun.
The person on the opposite side was approaching fiercely, but he was unmoved at all.
He dodged it with a few clever moves, and the silver knife drew messy lines on the ground.
Then he suddenly raised his knife and slashed straight from the back.
The body technique was also extremely good, and he took advantage of the situation to do a somersault in the air and then stepped forward again.
The spear was like a silver dragon, flying up and down, and in the blink of an eye it had collided with the knife three times.
Every time, sparks were flying everywhere, causing everyone to gasp again and again.
The two contestants were calm and leisurely, but after the first round, the onlookers suddenly discovered that the silver knife blade in the hand of the boy in white had some gaps, and the spear of the boy in black also had slight cracks at some point.
Meng Jue sighed secretly: "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young man."
"General Meng feels that he is getting old."
A leisurely voice came from behind.
When he turned around, he saw Prime Minister Wei slowly walking over, with one hand behind his back and the other hand stroking his mustache.
Meng Jue smiled and said: "The Prime Minister is not on the stage to watch the competition, why did he come down instead?"
Just listen to Wei Yan sigh quietly: "The martial arts competition is wonderful, how do you know that what is happening on the stage is not a wonderful show?"
"At the end of the day, you will be ignorant, so you might as well make your intentions clear."
Wei Yan shook his head and smiled: "General, it's better to leave it alone.
The less you know, the longer you can live."
"Is it related to Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
As he spoke, a burst of lively cheers and applause suddenly broke out around him.
I saw the young man in white wearing a heavy sword on the stage.
He was so powerful that he forced his opponent to take several steps back.
Seeing that he was almost out of bounds, at the critical moment, the young man in black turned around and returned to the court with a dexterous kite.
Cheers resounded through the sky again.
"Chu Feng's light body kung fu is very good, and his kung fu is also dexterous, but his strength is not enough.
Chen Ye has enough strength but slows down his speed, and his heavy sword has no edge but cannot be used.
He is suppressed by Chu Feng everywhere.
Yi Weichen It seems that although his physical strength is not weak, he is so After a long time, he didn't use up much.
Once he showed the slightest flaw, it was the moment of his defeat.
I don't know what the eldest princess thought."
Yun Xiu opened his mouth leisurely, glanced at the battle situation below, but turned back to look straight.
Ning Yan looked up.
"Although I don't understand martial arts, I can still see the form in this game.
After a stick of incense, I will be exhausted.
Now let's see who can hold on longer."
She looked at him and saw him.
The sparkling purple eyes are full of provocation , and sighed, "Kung Fu is the key to a steady and steady attack.
Chu Feng's movement skills are a bit opportunistic.
It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but if you meet an opponent like Chen Ye on the battlefield, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive."
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Yun Xiu snorted coldly and turned to watch the competition below.
Sure enough, they met their opponents.
This game had dragged on for too long, and both of them were almost exhausted.
Chen Ye slowed down when he drew his sword, and Chu Feng's figure was not as nimble and erratic as it was at the beginning.
At the end of a round, everyone was sweating profusely.
"Are you done, let's fight."
Suddenly, a girl in goose-yellow clothes jumped out from the field, holding her waist with her hands and glaring at the two people in the field.
On her round face, with bright eyes and white teeth, and skin as white as jade, she looked very delicate and pretty.
Chu Feng even cast a flirtatious look in his busy schedule, but Chen Ye raised his sword with a cold face and advanced.
The anger that had been lingering for a long time had gradually calmed down.
He was lucky enough to encounter the sword.
When he stepped forward, he backhanded and the sword passed under his arm.
Chu Feng was caught off guard, and before he could dodge, the sword had already landed on his neck.
Another gong sounded, and the competition ended.
Chen Ye slowly put down his sword, but saw the young man opposite him blinking at him.
Then in a flash, the figure appeared next to the roaring yellow girl with a flattering look on her face.
But they didn't appreciate it at all, they just stared at Chen Ye in the field.
"Who was that girl just now?"
Ning Yan pointed at the girl who walked into the audience amusingly.
"She is a humble young girl.
She doesn't know etiquette.
I'm really ashamed."
A person on the stage stood up with a blush on his face.
Ning Yan smiled: "It turns out she is Mr.
Xing's little girl.
I didn't expect she is already so old."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes and glanced at Zheng Yu who was sitting on the high seat.
"It's a humble minister who has failed to discipline me properly.
Please forgive me, Your Majesty, Princess."
"How could it be possible?
Xing Aiqing's daughter is innocent and innocent.
I wonder how old she is now."
"My little girl is less than 28 years old."
"Have you ever been betrothed to someone else?"
"I have been engaged to the son of Mr.
Xu's family."
"That's really a pity."
Ning Yan nodded, turned to Zheng Yu and smiled, "Your Majesty, I have been feeling unwell recently, so I went back first."
"Sister Huang, I'll give it to you."
"No need, the military examination selection is related to the country and the country and cannot be careless.
The emperor must do his best."
Ning Yanfu saluted, turned around and walked off the stage, Qingluan quickly followed.
The April breeze gently brushed my cheeks, and the willow branches swayed gracefully with their soft figures.
Bees and butterflies are busy in the garden, while birds are chirping happily in the trees.
Ning Yan looked pale, walked very fast, and her steps were a little messy.
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She almost fell when she walked through the imperial garden.
Qingluan helplessly helped her up and said, "Princess, there's no need to worry, the mountain master won't be able to leave even after he comes."
"I just wanted to see him early and see if he was okay."
Yes, in fact, she had never been so petty and angry, she was just worried about him alone.
All her patience, all her care, all her sincerity were given to such a person.
She wanted to ask him why he came back without telling her.
Was he worried about her or afraid that she would be bullied by Yun Xiu?
But was there really no hope for his legs?
She suddenly remembered the sword-wielding woman who broke into the princess's mansion three years ago.
Her coldness and loneliness blended into the night, just like someone else.
She stood in the moonlight, unable to see her face clearly, but her voice was clear and sweet: "Master asked me to come here to warn you, stay away from my senior brother.
Haven't you done enough harm to him?
You have to wait until he is in hell."
Will you be satisfied?"
She was speechless at that time, the so-called broom star was nothing more than that.
"Master said that he will not let his most proud disciple be destroyed in your hands, so you can take care of yourself."
Then the figure disappeared into the vast night.
That day, she stood quietly in the pavilion for a long time, recalling over and over again every detail of their encounter over the years.
Until the dew soaked her whole body, the night wind blew by, and an infinite chill spread in her heart.
Ordinary people, after all, their obsession is too deep.
Until many years later, I heard a Zen saying in a dilapidated temple: love is separated, resentment is reunited, and you let go and return to the west, there is no such thing.
It's nothing but empty flowers and illusion.
Only then did she finally let go
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