Fu Canglu

Chapter 370
Chunlei Lake.

The princess who was wearing a veiled hat narrowed his eyes slightly, looking through the veil to the center of Chunlei Lake.

His Royal Highness and Wei Lingshan went south, and each changed their clothes.His Royal Highness was dressed in a black lotus dress, wrapped in a circle, with a jet-black headband on his forehead, and a bamboo hat on his head; the princess changed into a purple dress, clean and neat, and covered his face with a veiled hat.

In the middle of the lake, there was a large painting boat parked quietly.

The surface of Chunlei Lake was originally calm, but with the inexplicable turbulence, the surface of the lake began to undulate.

"That's the folded sword of the Yiqi Sword League without a boat." The little highness smiled and took off the bamboo hat, and pointed at the big boat from a distance, "The West Pavilion uses swords, and the Sword League uses knives. The name of Zhejian has already stopped at Chunlei Lake, and the person sitting inside should be the top master of the Sword League."

Wei Lingshan frowned, slightly disappointed, and said, "Top expert? Qi machine is only at the peak of the eighth rank."

His Highness let go of the oars, put his hands on the edge of the boat, sat up with a smile, and turned his head to look at the big boat.

"There are indeed countless Ninth Ranks in the world today, but how many people are divided by the great forces, and how many are divided by the north and south temples?" He smiled and shook his head, "Qi There are nineteen Daoists in total, so how many people can survive after being divided into the rivers and lakes?"

"Even with the opening of the great world and the ninth rank, it is enough to be regarded as a legend in the world." Yi Xiao said seriously: "Fortune and opportunities are too rare, and it is not up to the people of the world to take a share of the pie for the time being."

Wei Lingshan nodded slightly, and said softly with emotion: "I thought I could see young and promising talents in the world, but I didn't expect that there was only a white-haired old man sitting in the painting boat."

Yi Xiao said quietly: "Young and promising Jianghu talent?"

The princess laughed, and said angrily: "Can you be jealous?"

His Highness sneered and waved his hands: "That's not true, I can be jealous of Jianghu? Even if the young talents in Jianghu are now lined up in a line and I give them an arm, I can still knock them all down. .”

Wei Lingshan smiled and praised: "Then you are really amazing."

"Awful praise, admirable praise" Yi Xiao deserved it, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed to the center of the lake.

There is a corner gazebo on the huge painting boat. There is a screen tulle in the pavilion, and the bent body of the old man is looming behind the tulle. There is a chessboard in the pavilion, a cup of tea, and the heat is curling up.

This cup of tea has been hot for a long time.

"It was extremely difficult for people of the older generation to cultivate to the peak of the eighth rank and only one step away from the ninth rank." The corners of His Highness's lips slightly raised, "The Yiqi Sword League was originally a sect in the north. After the Jiangnan agreement, the north and the south merged, and this old man traveled thousands of miles to the south, and single-handedly established the Jiangnan Dao Dao League."

The princess squinted at the hot tea on the chessboard in the pavilion, and said softly: "It's a pity that I was born at an untimely time, and there is no more room for entry. I will stop here for the rest of my life. It should have been promoted to the ninth rank long ago."

The tea is still warm, relying on Yuanli to warm it up.

If you haven't entered the ninth rank, your Yuanli will leave your body.

Although there is no name of the ninth rank, there is already the reality of the ninth rank.

His Highness nodded lightly, and said softly: "Although the rivers and lakes in Jiangnan Dao are not big, there are still rank nine. This old man can lift the Dao League to the second place in Jiangnan Dao. Can't do it."

Wei Lingshan said seriously: "His knife is very straight and sharp. If he is 30 years younger, he should be a character."

His Highness smiled and said: "He is waiting for the people in the West Pavilion. The old masters of the Sword League are here. Today's Chunlei Lake should be very lively."

Wei Lingshan couldn't see his expression clearly under the hood, but he said with a hint of joking: "The person from the West Pavilion is quite interesting."

On the shore of Chunlei Lake.

Many people from rivers and lakes surrounded Chunlei Lake, even if it was raining, they still looked at the big boat in the center of the lake with great interest.

Yiqi Daomeng's behavior style has always been high-profile, the old man surnamed Ding is sitting in the pavilion, and the expert travels with style, Yiqi Daomeng has always been unruly in Jiangnan Dao Jianghu, but the old man does not look like a domineering swordsman.

Moreover, the old man of Yiqi Daomeng had been sitting in the gazebo for quite some time.

The young young master of the West Pavilion still hasn't arrived, and it seems that the hour will be delayed.

Right now.

It was raining continuously in the heart of Chunlei Lake, and there was a strong wind blowing.

A willow tree by the lake bends down out of thin air.

The waist of the willow was lowered, and the next moment it was raised again, a willow tree had been wiped out by the sword energy.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, a Buddhist expert who crossed the river with a reed trampled on the Qi River.

At this moment, willow leaves spread all over the sky towards Chunlei Lake.

Thousands of willow leaves turned into sword shapes, and a person dashed up from behind the crowd. The crimson Taoist robe was flying wildly, stepping on the green leaves like a big red flower in full bloom, with one hand behind his back, the sword formula was pinched, and the vitality was surging .

The mighty Yuan force split the lake surface, and two sword qi rolled up the lake water.

Walking with the sword, the waves are magnificent.

Finally, it swept into the pavilion where the folding sword was not tied to the boat.

Willow leaves fluttered behind him, and finally floated into Chunlei Lake and fell heavily.

In the gazebo of Chunlei Lake.

There is a knife on the old man's chessboard, and a cup of tea on the knife.

Sitting opposite him was the young man in a crimson robe.

The young master of the West Pavilion.

The gazebo moved, the man's complexion was extremely white, a little sick, more like a woman's suet white than pale, he smiled and took off the black long sword from his waist, and slowly pressed it on the opposite side of the chessboard.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the second time we have met." The young master of the West Pavilion in the crimson robe looked at the old man sitting opposite, and said softly: "The first time was a long time ago. I went to visit Yiqi Daomeng, which ranks first in Jiangnan Dao, and there was no West Pavilion in Jianghu at that time."

The old man lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen.

"My father was broken with one leg and one arm." The young master of the West Pavilion smiled, "It's because you kept thinking about the past and saved his life, otherwise there would not be the West Pavilion today."

The young man suddenly restrained his smile.

"Ding Yi."

The young master of the West Pavilion's voice was soft and monstrous: "How will this account be settled?"

The old man looked calm.

He slowly raised his head and looked directly at the young man in front of him.

"If I remember correctly, your name should be Chu Xibi?" The white-haired Daomeng old man, who was called Ding Yi, was neatly tied behind his head, and a bun was tied up.

The young master of the West Pavilion smiled unabated: "Yes."

The old man nodded, slowly raised his hands, and pressed them on the chessboard table.

"The West Pavilion has been overturned." Ding Yi said softly, "The Yiqi Saber League has survived in name only these years, and has been hanging on his breath, so today I die, and the Yiqi Saber League is completely disbanded. Jiangnan Dao Wulin is yours alone."

The young master of the West Pavilion also stretched out his hands and pressed them slowly on the chessboard, and said with a smile: "Yes."

Ding Yi slightly closed his eyes.

The air mechanism in the old man's whole body exploded suddenly.

The young master of the West Pavilion narrowed his eyes.

Two people wrestling at the same time
The large and small chess pieces on the chessboard burst open, bursting open the white gauze of the gazebo in an instant, shooting into the lake, splashing extremely heavy water.

His Highness turned his head slightly, and a swift shadow flashed, then he stuck out two fingers and waved them in front of Wei Lingshan.

He withdrew his two fingers holding the broken chess piece, with a playful smile on his lips: "The young master of the West Pavilion is a handsome and beautiful man."

Wei Lingshan looked thoughtfully at the chessboard in the gazebo.

The feminine man named Chu Xibi stood up slowly with the old man at this moment, and his hands had moved from pressing the edge of the table to the sides of the black long sword pressed on the chessboard.

The princess said softly: "Chu Xibi will win."

That young young master of the West Pavilion is already an out-and-out ninth-rank master.

The little highness looked complicated, and said quietly: "In fact, Chu Xibi's sword may not be comparable to Ding Yi's sword."

Wei Lingshan repeated: "But Chu Xibi will win."

His Highness nodded.

Yi Xiao raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The spring rain started small and seemed to be getting bigger. The thunder in the sky was gradually accumulating, and the clouds were extremely low.

"The people who came to Chunlei Lake today really made a lot of money." His Highness smiled, "Nine ranks are very rare in Jiangnan Dao Wulin."

The princess narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Don't you still have this great Bodhisattva?"

Yi Xiao sighed, and said helplessly, "I'm considered a great Bodhisattva, so what are these five evildoers?"

The princess smiled without saying a word.

After Yi Xiao finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at Tianxin.

There was a faint sound of spring thunder surging.

He murmured: "I earned it, I earned it, I really earned it!"

The hot tea on the board is pressed against the knife body.

The old man closed his eyes and pressed his hands on both sides of the knife. The sleeves on his old and powerful wrists were bulged by the Qi machine. His face was as firm as a lion.

The young master of the West Pavilion smiled softly, as if he had spare energy.

He raised his hand lightly, and then snapped it down suddenly.

The hot tea was blown away by the energy, and the teacup shattered.

The old man didn't change his face, his hands were still on the knife.

The scalding hot tea passed in front of him like a cloud without any contamination.

"Yuanli came out of the body?" The voice of the young master of the West Pavilion was obviously unbelievable.

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

The moment the lion roars
The Young Master of the West Pavilion suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The two raised their hands at the same time.

The knife is out of its sheath.

Sword unsheathed.

The table where the two wrestled broke apart in an instant, and the sound of the exchange of swords and swords was extremely ear-piercing

The gazebo on the painting boat suddenly collapsed!

A crimson red young figure flew out of the gazebo, just landed on the bow of the big boat, raised his head, and in front of him was a huge knife light that occupied the entire line of sight!
The big painting boat was crushed by this knife so that its hull collapsed and suddenly tilted up.

What kind of terrifying force is this?

Under this knife, the young master of the West Pavilion was hacked into the water together with his men and boat.

The blade of the pitch-black long sword was held firmly by a palm, and the young man in the crimson robe stepped on the bow of the boat, his whole body was already pressed into the water by the old man.

The big boat is almost perpendicular to the surface of Chunlei Lake.

The old man had no expression on his face, pressed the back of the saber with one hand, and circulated Yuanli again.

It's a pity that it is extremely difficult for the eighth-rank Yuanli to have such explosive power, even if it can barely come out of the body, it has reached the level of harmony and satisfaction after decades of exploration.

In essence, it is still inferior to the ninth grade.

The young master of the West Pavilion who was crushed in the water suddenly exerted strength.

The strength of the Ninth Grade is much stronger than that of the Eighth Grade. At this moment, the mighty sweep away, a hole exploded in the surface of Chunlei Lake, and a vacuum semicircle was briefly cleared.

The young man in the crimson robe began to growl in a low voice.

Never has a swordsman used his sword like this.

wild.

Outrageous.

The white-haired old man was slightly stunned by the strong force, and the edge of the knife was blocked by the sword.

Then the sword swept violently from one side.

More like smashing.

This kind of sword doesn't talk about reason, it only talks about strength.

The sword is not like a sword, but more like a knife.

The old man was thrown flying by the sword.

The young master of the West Pavilion, who was drenched all over, raised his sword and roared angrily.

Chunlei Lake rumbled continuously.

The old man who had gained the upper hand in the first form obviously lacked stamina. At this moment, he barely stepped on the surface of Chunlei Lake.

One step back, one step back.

Finally withdrew nearly ten feet.

It was almost approaching the small boat of His Royal Highness and Princess Princess.

(End of this chapter)