It was drizzling and it was getting cooler.

In a paddy field by the Wei River, some villagers are harvesting water celery.

There is a village not far from the paddy field.

This village is full of blue bricks and black tiles. Although it is simple, it exists before the Changling Palace. Every brick and tiles are full of old spirit, and even the thick moss looks particularly charming in the cool raindrops.

These villagers were dark and thin, and had long been used to working in the water and in the rain. In such a drizzle, they didn't even wear straw raincoats, but just let the raindrops gradually wet their clothes.

Someone was walking towards the road in the depths of the village with an umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella of ordinary people is dark yellow, but his umbrella is also blue, which looks elegant.

Someone came from the distance and he was waiting.

This is a very clean young man.

His hair was combed very carefully, his fingernails were trimmed very neatly, and he walked slowly in the rain, his clothes were extremely clean, and even his upper was not stained with mud.

When several carriages in the distance approached, he walked forward and stopped, like a green lotus, quiet in the middle of the road.

"But the King of Bashan Sword Field Jingmeng?"

When the carriages stopped, he put away his umbrella, nodded at the carriages, and asked.

"I am."

Wang Jingmeng lifted the curtain of the car door and walked out. He looked at the young man and asked back, "What are you?"

"Mo Ying." said the young man.

"I am a practitioner from Tianyi Pavilion." Lin Zhuojiu walked out with Wang Jingmeng and said, "It is also one of the most famous geniuses in Changling."

"It should not be one, but the only one."

Mo Ying saw no Ao Se at all, and seemed to be just telling a certain fact calmly, "At the beginning of this month, Chen Liuyun, the Xinjian Sect, who is as famous as me, has been defeated by my sword."

"How do you know I'm coming today?" Wang Jingmeng didn't care about one or the only one. He thought about it and asked.

"My uncle is the chief magistrate of Bashan County. Your customs documents are checked by his subordinates, so I knew it first. This may be considered personal gain. For the same time... I may have known it earlier than most powerful people in Changling at this time."

Mo Ying explained a few words patiently, and then said, "I am waiting for you here because I want to compete with you in a sword."

Listening to the word "Sword Bi", Wang Jingmeng's expression did not change at all, but Lin Zhuojiu's face became a little strange.

"I don't know what others think, but for me, as a sword master, you naturally have to have the spirit and fight for the head of the sword." Mo Ying said calmly: "Changling is a place where practitioners from Qin are gathering. He is fighting for the first place among the young talents of Changling. In the past, it was naturally the first place in the Qin Dynasty. But your master Gu Liren openly accepted disciples, just a sword, but it makes it meaningless to compete for the first place in Changling."

"Because now everyone thinks you are the number one among young talents."

Mo Ying looked at Wang Jingmeng and said, "But I am not convinced. The teacher's achievements may not necessarily represent the disciple's achievements. So I want to compete with you in swords, and I hope you don't refuse."

After listening to his words quietly, Wang Jingmeng nodded, and his eyes passed over the village behind Mo Ying and Mo Ying and fell towards the city in the distance.

This is really a big city that he can't imagine.

The gray walls and black tiles are endless like the sea, and they are connected to the shadows of the distant mountains at the end of their sight.

He had known that Changling was big in the past, but he had never expected it to be so big.

"Since I am heading to the capital, why are there no walls?"

Instead of answering Mo Ying's words first, he just asked this question calmly.

Mo Ying was slightly stunned, frowned, and said, "More than half of the old wall was damaged in the war. Later, Changling continued to expand in size, so he abandoned the old wall and wanted to build a new wall. However, the battle with Chu a few years ago failed, and the money and food were tight and there was no enough labor. In recent years, I have heard that several clans have raised money, but they do not know the details, and have been delayed until now."

Wang Jingmeng nodded, his eyes closed and fell on Mo Ying's slightly frowning brow, and said, "You are wrong. Even if you don't look for me to compete in swords, I should look for you to compete in swords."

Mo Ying was stunned.

Wang Jingmeng continued: "I went to Changling to find swords to compare with each sect. But what I wanted was different from you. I wanted to be the sword leader. Of course, it was not the first among young talents, but like my master. No matter whether you are young or old, as long as you use the sword, I am the first, and the sword leader in the world."

Mo Ying frowned a little deeper. He did not hide what he was thinking and said directly: "Any practice takes time... If you say this, your tone is too big."

Wang Jingmeng laughed.

He smiled brightly.

He held the hilt of the sword beside him, then bowed slightly to the young practitioner from Tianyi Pavilion and said, "Please."

Mo Ying's eyebrows relaxed.

His state of mind was completely calmed down.

He slowly lifted his blue umbrella, bowed slightly, and said, "Please."

Wang Jingmeng crossed his sword in his chest and then drew the sword.

With a light sound, Mo Ying's sword was also unsheathed.

His sword was pulled out of the umbrella handle. The hilt was blue, but the sword body was transparent and crystal clear, like a piece of ice.

When his sword was pulled out of the hilt, the air between the road became so moist and sticky.

Many crystal and heavy water droplets appeared around his sword.

With a light shout, his sword body shook slightly, and dozens of water droplets shot towards Wang Jingmeng, turning into dozens of crystal water lines in the air.

Wang Jingmeng's sword light shone in his hand, like a peacock spreading his tail, and a sword suddenly spread into countless swords in his hand.

The crystal water lines were all blocked by the sword light and shattered into fog.

The rain fog obscured his vision in front of him, but several crystal raindrops appeared in the sky, which instantly grew, turning into several thin small swords, falling towards him with a terrifying roar.

However, Wang Jingmeng did not care about these several water swords falling from the sky. His sword stabbed forward extremely smoothly, like a clumsy stone slapped by rain and fog.

Dozens of crisp collisions were made in the rain and fog.

The rain fog dissipated as the sword energy fluctuated. Mo Ying's face retreated with a very serious expression. The rain swords falling from the sky were broken into fog when they were less than a few feet above Wang Jingmeng's head.

Wang Jingmeng stepped forward, and the sword in his hand slapped forward fiercely.

There was a roar in the air, and all the mist formed a big wave with his sword, slamming towards Mo Ying's face.

Mo Ying's sword shook in front of him, and a crystal water chain blocked the big wave. However, his whole body shook again and took three steps back.

"The Zhushi Sword of the Zhushi Sword Sect."

"The turbid waves in Yunshui Palace are surging."

Such a voice sounded in his mind.
Chapter completed!