A sword, a donkey, and a pot of wine

Without waiting for Xu Tianjiao to answer.

Qingyue pointed to the stone tablet beside her and said softly.

"Are you kidding? It's him!"

"Can his sword intent compare to the infinite sword intent of the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal? If that's the case, I'll eat this stone tablet!"

When everyone heard this, they all didn't believe it.

Even Mu Bai and Dan Chen on the fifth floor.

At this moment, he was also confused.

It's not hard to tell from their expressions.

They also didn't believe it.

If they say Xu Tianjiao can write poetry, they believe it.

But this poem can be left on this stone tablet.

They don't believe it.

But one person believed it.

That was Lu Qingxue who had already walked to the door.

Others don’t know Qingyue’s origin, but she does.

Turn around.

Looking at Xu Tianjiao on the stage, the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal opened his pearly teeth and said, "Young man, may I come forward and speak to you?"

"Hiss! Immortal Lu Jian actually called that kid? This..."

……

"The younger generation dares not disobey the words of the elders!"

Xu Tianjiao got down from the platform.

He quickly walked up to Lu Qingxue, bowed respectfully, and asked, "I wonder why you called me here, senior?"

"Young man, there's no need to be so polite. I'm really looking for you to ask for something!"

Lu Qingxue looked at the person in front of her, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Senior, please forgive me for embarrassing you. Since it is your order, I will do my best!"

Xu Tianjiao bowed again, with sincerity in her voice.

"If you meet the Ming Wang, just bring me a message!"

Lu Qingxue transmitted the message.

Obviously, she didn't want outsiders to know about her conversation with Xu Tianjiao.

"Senior, why would this Ming Wang want to see me?"

"If you can leave a poem on this stone tablet, the King will definitely meet you!"

"Okay! I wonder what message the senior wants me to convey?"

"When you meet the Ming King, tell him that although the Sentimental Sword Immortal has passed away, his sword spirit remains in the world!"

"She will definitely ask you where the sword spirit is. You only need to answer: on the day of the martial arts evaluation, Qianjue Ridge!"

Hearing this, Xu Tianjiao was shocked.

Because the sword soul of this amorous sword immortal is now in his spirit platform.

This is also the bargaining chip he uses to exchange skills with Ming Wang!

"If I were to see the King of Light, I would definitely tell him what you said, Senior."

Xu Tianjiao nodded.

Then he looked at Feng Zhishui and said, "Miss, can you lend me your sword?"

Feng Zhishui was stunned by his words.

He looked at Lu Qingxue and saw her nod.

So he drew the sword from his waist and handed it to Xu Tianjiao.

"Thanks!"

Feel the faint body warmth coming from the sword in your hand.

Xu Tianjiao felt warm in her heart.

This sword is Feng Zhishui's sword.

"What a great Aoxue Sword! It's the sword passed down from generation to generation in Meihualing!"

"Today I hold this sword and write a poem on this Xuanhuang stele, not to win a smile from that beautiful woman, but only to relieve the drought in Meihualing."

After Xu Tianjiao finished speaking, she flew straight up to the platform.

Standing beside the stone tablet with a sword in hand.

The sword pointed at the stone tablet, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

An invisible sword intent permeated the air.

Covering on the stone tablet.

The twelve large characters on the stone tablet are actually at this moment.

disappeared without a trace.

"This sword intention..."

Lu Qingxue's beautiful eyes were filled with shock.

On and off the stage.

Silence fell.

Xu Tianjiao said:

"Praise for Grace"

"The bright moon shines on the pavilion, and the graceful dance lingers."

"The light veil rises with the wind, and a hundred beauties come from the sky."

After he finished speaking, a four-character poem appeared on the Xuanhuang stele.

The pen moves like a dragon, and the writing is completed in one go.

Xu Tianjiao put away the Aoxue Sword.

There are fine beads all over the forehead.

"Phew! It's finally done!"

He exhaled a breath, turned around, and found.

Everyone was stunned.

"Girl, your sword!"

Xu Tianjiao walked down from the platform and handed the sword in her hand to Feng Zhishui.

"Although your doggerel may not be as good as those of the literati, it has passed this test. Please come in, sir!"

Qingyue came back to her senses from her shock.

It wasn't the poem that shocked him.

But this sword intent...

The sword intent is to embrace everything and be as tolerant as the sea!

"As entrusted by the senior, I will do my best!"

Xu Tianjiao looked at Lu Qingxue, then glanced at Feng Zhishui.

Then he turned around, strode forward, and followed Qingyue's footsteps.

Go up the stone steps.

Go straight up to the ninth floor.

Everyone watching was envious.

The graceful girl's hair was combed by this man.

Although everyone was unwilling, they also admired him.

"Why is this person so impatient? Master, is this person reliable?"