Kenzo Mingshin

Chapter 7

Xuanmen Taoism has three officials, heaven officials, earth officials, and water officials.There are three days for the three officials: Shangyuan is the time when the heavenly court blesses; Zhongyuan is the time when the local officials forgive sins;

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shangyuan, heavenly officials bless; on July fifteenth, Zhongyuan, local officials forgive sins; on October fifteenth, Xiayuan, water officials relieve misfortunes.

However, Jianghu Zhengdao chooses a good day and auspicious day to gather the talents from all over the world, and chooses the day of Xiayuan Festival to hold a martial arts conference in Wentian Peak.

On Wentian Peak, there is Yunhai Qingbo Pavilion and Mingyue Temple. The former is a well-known decent school in the Jianghu, and the latter is the private property of Liulike, who is one of the three masters of swordsmanship with Nie Mingxin.This time, Yu Wentian Peak will hold the Martial Arts Conference, so naturally their contributions are indispensable.

——Of course only Yunhai Qingbo Pavilion.

Yunhai Qingbo Pavilion planned how to take this opportunity to shine in this martial arts conference, but Liulike didn't care.

Liulike was busy dying in Wenrou Township.Love the sky and hate the sea, and the flowers before the moon and the moon are the bliss of life.What's more, there are only three or two old, weak, sick and disabled in his bright moon view, which is really useless.

Seeing that the next Yuan Dynasty has arrived, most of the knights of all kinds have climbed the mountain with their own abilities.Some people are extremely skilled in martial arts, their toes are light, their bodies are light, they are like swimming in water, and they will soon reach the meeting place at the top of the peak; You can only use the most primitive way to climb the mountain on foot.

In order to prevent people from causing trouble, Yunhai Shiba specially sent disciples to wait in various sections of the mountain road to maintain law and order.

It was noon on this day, and the martial arts conference had already begun.There were few people on the road, and suddenly a handsome young figure appeared.

He walked flat and slow, wearing a veiled hat, and leading a thin horse, like a horse watching flowers in a garden, stopping at a step and walking at a step. He lingered under his feet for a long time, but he looked like he really didn't want to go up the mountain.

The disciples patrolling the mountain went up to check their identities routinely, and asked, "May I ask what sect the young hero is from, and who is here?"

It's so old-fashioned and meaningless.

The boy in white said: "There is no sect, no sect, Nie Mingxin is the guest of Tianxueya."

The mountain patrolling disciple was startled, and looked the white-clothed boy up and down many times, but still couldn't connect him with the famous sword lord in the rumors.

But before he got to the second question, the young man naturally put the reins of the skinny horse into his hand, sighed very wearily, looked up at the peak, as if talking to himself:

"On this point, has that nagging Yun Songzi finished talking?"

Nie Mingxin's lightness skill can't be said to be very good, but it's not too bad either.Usually, when facing other people, he only had two options: killing or subjugating the enemy. When it comes to running for his life, he was very rare.Therefore, Qinggong has only been practiced at a third-rate level.

For Nie Mingxin, this third-rate is quite enough.

But also because of this, it is very reasonable to be slow.When Nie Mingxin reached the peak, the Martial Arts Conference had already started for a while.

On the arena, figures come and go, and when weapons are exchanged, one of them is powerless, while the other seems to have infinite strength. The weapon actually shattered in response to the sound, and Broken Blade was thrown out of his hand with the rest of his strength, towards the crowd. fly away.

Seeing that some unlucky ghost is about to fall under the broken blade.In the blink of an eye, there was a soft shout from the crowd, and the green sword light flashed across, with a sound of "clang", the broken blade was hit to the side of the giant wood just right.

At this time, half of the bamboo leaves fell to the ground with sharp edges.It is the original shape of the clear green sword light just now.

The loser collapsed to the ground, still unable to recover from the rest of his energy, and heard a blunt comment for no reason: "The sword move is not bad, but the sword is too bad."

Looking up, he saw a young man in white clothes, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, wearing a veiled hat, and carrying a long sword on his back.After he commented, he spoke amidst the whispers of the people around him.

Amidst the uproar in everyone's eyes, he climbed up to the small bamboo building on Wentian Peak, and sat unhurriedly between Yunsongzi and Liulike.

——Three swords in the world, three kings of swordsmanship.

Sitting in this position, the status is self-evident.

Liulike is a handsome young man full of flair, standing beside him is a beautiful woman in red dress holding a sword in her hand; and Yun Songzi is the head teacher of Xuanji Sect, dressed in Taoist robes, with high silver hair, a whisk and a long sword And negatively, with a blunt and immortal demeanor, you can still see a bit of the madness and elegance of his youth from his eyebrows.

Liulike looked him up and down, and said with a tut: "Interesting, really interesting."

Yun Songzi was originally closing his eyes to rest his mind, but now he raised his eyes slightly, and before he could speak, Nie Ming said in his heart, "God crazy."

Yun Songzi continued to close his eyes.

Nie Mingxin asked, "How long have you been talking today?"

Liulike: "The Daoist is a stick of incense, the three sword masters add up to an hour, and the alliance leader takes an hour and a half, faster than you think."

He continued to stare at Nie Mingxin again, "Other people practiced kung fu and went crazy, bleeding from the seven orifices, exhausted and dry, but you are good, rejuvenated and beautiful. I am really envious."

The girl in red beside him, Jiao Nu, was very shameless. She covered her lips and smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes flashing brightly, "The temple master said that he is very envious, but the envy is false. He clearly wants to watch the fun."

Nie Mingxin didn't bother to talk to him.

He picked up the teapot on the desk beside him, poured himself a cup of tea that had already cooled down, and after drinking it, he sat down and closed his eyes slightly.

After half a column of incense.

Liuli Ke tilted his head: "Fall asleep again."

Yun Songzi said: "It's just as usual." He twitched his long beard and said in a low voice, "This year's sword competition. The year before last was Ming Xin, and this year was my stage. This year it's your turn."

This is the matter of the last three kings of the sword competition.

In this martial arts competition, friends are formed by martial arts, swords are contended, and spring and autumn are judged.Take the sword competition as an example, the one who wins the sword competition in the end will have a chance to challenge the three monarchs.Knife than the same.

If he wins, he can prove that he is the next pinnacle of swordsmanship, he can be ranked among the three kings, and he can also be famous all over the world.If he is defeated, it will be very impressive to be able to get a few tricks from the Sword Lord. If he wins the opponent's attention, it is not impossible to give some advice.

——Sometimes, when kung fu has been practiced to a certain level, the difference may be just the chance of a move.

In any case, there is always such a thing.

A long time ago, the ranks of the three kings of Jianbi were not fixed as they are now, but Jianbi first chose who to challenge.Nie Mingxin is the youngest. Although he looks sharp, he has the weakest foundation. He is always regarded as the weakest breakthrough point in the pinnacle of swordsmanship, so he is always named in every sword competition.

result……

Quick battles and quick decisions, repeated battles and repeated defeats.

The world's martial arts, only fast can not be broken.

What Nie Mingxin used was a quick sword, his sword had no room to spare, every time those who were defeated by his sword were unscathed, but there were several swordsmen who did not dare to lift their swords because of this defeat, and they all lost very pitifully.

Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your merit and fame deeply.He is really lazy, you lose when you fail, and he doesn't want to chew on a superfluous word.

Obviously the lessons learned from the past are vivid, but there are always people who don't have that kind of vision.In order to prevent the juniors from being devastated, the rules had to be changed and they were listed regularly.

This year's sword competition examiner is Liu Like's turn.

Liulike's folding fan shook lightly: "I know, I know. Hey, I don't know how this year's seedlings are. Whether they look good or not. They are too ugly. I can't help but try harder." He swiped the fan and closed it. , knocked Nie Mingxin's hand on the toffee chair, "Hey, Mingxin, why didn't your beautiful apprentice come along this year?"

Nie Mingxin didn't even raise his eyelids: "He has a name and a surname—"

"Well, well, Shen Qing, Shen Qing, why didn't he come?"

Nie Mingxin opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Liulike, "I don't want to mention him recently, let's talk about it again."

His fight was not a polite sword move between you and me, but a fist to fist, flesh piercing style, and he hit the face specifically, which did not give face to his colleagues at all.

Liuli Ke had no choice but to keep silent.