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Just two days ago, another news spread in Mingyue Town. The news said that the assassination of the regent was because someone wanted to stir up disputes between the court and the martial arts to benefit from it. The old seniors were discussing topics related to this matter.I heard from a brother from Liutongmen that once the news is confirmed, they can't help but ignore it. If they ignore it, the world will be in chaos.

In addition to whether the assassination of the regent was framed by someone, I also heard their doubts about the leader of the martial arts.

Speaking of which, the behavior of the leader of the martial arts is really puzzling. He was discussing the martial arts conference with many respected seniors in the town some time ago, but at the beginning of the martial arts conference, he suddenly retreated without notifying anyone. Even the owner of his son Cangyue Mountain Villa doesn't know the reason, you think it's strange.

Let’s not mention these nerve-wracking things, I heard that the martial arts conference will start at the hour of Chen, Master, let’s watch, my apprentice will definitely show off my water-moving swordsmanship at the conference, so that everyone in the world will know that I am Jing Liuyi The prestige of Jianmen!

Tuerhao pays respects.

September [-]th of the tenth year of Jinglong.

The young swordsman put down his pen, picked up the letter paper and blew on it, looking at the crooked handwriting on it and nodding his head in satisfaction. He has been with the sword since he was a child, and he was a little embarrassed about the pen. It is not easy to write to the point where people can understand. Although the same is smooth and smooth, the other one is still unsightly.

The swordsman rolled up the letter paper and whistled out the window, then a white pigeon flew from a distance, landed on the window sill and cooed.The swordsman fed the pigeon some food, and tied the letter paper to its leg while the pigeon was pecking at it.

After the pigeon had eaten, the swordsman picked it up lightly, stroked the soft feathers on its back with one hand, and whispered a joke in his mouth.

"Junior Brother Jing, it's time to go, if you don't leave, you won't be able to get a good seat!"

There was a rough sound outside the door, and the closed door was pushed open, and a burly man walked in from the outside. The man was about thirty, but in fact he was only in his early twenties, holding a nine-foot sword in his hand. Goose wings rest on the shoulders.

"Senior Brother Yin." Jing Hao called out respectfully.

This person is Yin Ping, a disciple of the Liutong School, who is good at using Tong, a rare weapon in the Jianghu.

Yin Ping glanced at the pigeon that Jing Hao was holding in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Junior Brother Jing still has something important to do?"

Jing Hao shook his head and let the pigeon fly, "Nothing important, just write a letter to Shimen."

"Senior Brother Yin, let's go." Jing Hao grabbed the sword that was lying aside and tucked it into the left side of his belt. This was his habit since he was a child, he liked to tuck the sword at his waist instead of holding it in his hand.

Yin Ping seemed to have some understanding of his habits, so without any doubts, he took a step back to make way for him, and left side by side with him.

The road to Duiyue Mountain was not as lively as imagined. They just stepped on the lightness kung fu like Jing Hao and Yin Ping as they went up the mountain. Leaped up the hill and walked on the stone path leading to Yingyue Terrace.

There were already many people standing near the Yingyue Platform, either alone, or in groups of three or two, or friends from the same school gathered to chat, some conversations could be faintly heard amidst the noise.

"Junior Brother Mu, don't be arrogant in this martial arts competition, you must know that a mountain is higher than a mountain."

"Look, this time I will make you hypocritical bastards kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"I said brother, with your stature, I'm afraid you will be knocked down with one move, hahaha----"

"Junior Songyangmen Qixiu, I have met Daoist Chongxu."

"It turned out to be a young layman from Songyang Gate, so experienced and polite!"

Jing Hao looked here and there curiously, his eyes showed his curiosity about the martial arts conference, his excitement and his inner surge.

"Junior Brother Jing! Junior Brother Jing! Look over there, that girl is really pretty."

Just when he was watching with interest, his arm was bumped by Yin Ping a few times, and he followed what he said, but there was a beautiful woman in his eyes, who was estimated to be twenty-nine years old, elegant and beautiful, with a heroic look between his brows and his demeanor. Quite a bit cool.

"That's..."

"Wei Qingyun, a fourth-generation disciple of the Qingyue Sect in Meishan, is said to be a ruthless character."

A voice suddenly came from behind, Jing Hao's heart tightened, he subconsciously held his hand on the scabbard, flicked his thumb lightly on the grid, and the long sword revealed its sharp edge with a clear cry, who would have thought that one hand would move the sword quickly He pulled back the scabbard, and the light banter sounded in his ears again.

"Everyone is on their own, don't be so nervous, it's not good to hurt your peace."

The voice was light and uninhibited, but Jing Hao couldn't hear the slightest lightness, and a cold sweat broke out suddenly following the light words.

Jing Hao turned his head slowly, and a smiling face that was close at hand suddenly appeared halfway, Jing Hao was so scared that he almost jumped three feet high, but fortunately, the pressure on his shoulders prevented him from jumping up suddenly.

"You look like you've just entered the rivers and lakes. I would like to remind you that it's good to be vigilant, but too much vigilance will only cause unnecessary trouble." It was obviously a serious sentence, but the expression of the person in front of him was not serious at all. Some are just indecisive throughout.

Afterwards, Jing Hao saw the surprise in Yin Ping's eyes, "You are... a thief..."

"Rooting." The head lying between Jing Hao and Yin Ping turned to Yin Ping leisurely, and there was firmness in the grin, "My name is Banditing, and I'm just a small thief."

He said it lightly, but there was a kind of stubbornness that people had to agree with.

Yin Ping shook his head, very puzzled why he didn't like others to call him Dao Sheng, but he didn't bother to ask, he just clasped his fists at Dao Xing and said: "Brother Dao!"

"Shhh, keep your voice down, don't let people know about me, I don't want to be beaten up and thrown to the government."

Pirates smiled, the smile was as bright as the rising sun, and Yin Ping shook his head violently, patting his chest with a frightened face, he would think that a man smiled so beautifully, and suddenly heard Jing Hao muttered.

"Stealing? How come there are people with the surname Robber?"

"There are no surprises in the world, and it is not surprising for robbers." Pirates shook their heads and were still not serious.

"That's true." Jing Hao seemed to be very casual, and nodded accordingly.

Yin Ping is not Jing Hao, who has just stepped into the rivers and lakes not long ago. He doesn't understand the "sinister" in it. Obviously, the theft is a lie, but he didn't point it out, and he didn't want to point it out. No one in the world has an independent name. Xing is not so much a name as it is a nickname. It is said that it was given by a woman. He has no way of knowing who that woman is. Maybe no one in the world knows except himself.