"Why are there so many people today?"

When Yan Xinlan said this, it was still early in the morning. Ordinary people just used early hours, and most shops on both sides of the street had just opened their doors to do business.

The weather is clear and the breeze is indeed a good day for travel.

It was only half an hour before the sword was gone, and the surrounding area of ​​the drying yard was already crowded.

Lin Zhuojiu smiled slightly, and originally thought that it was naturally the beautiful one he won last time, but the person he chose this time was right again. Just glanced at him, but he frowned slightly.

“There are too many idle people.”

He whispered: "Someone spent money... more people want to see."

Yan Xinlan's brows also frowned slightly.

There are many idle people in any city.

Some are lazy people who are born to be lazy and hate work, even if they don’t have the last meal, but they would rather bask in the sun and do nothing. Some are dilapidated people who have lost their lives and have no capital to turn around, so they do nothing on the streets, looking for some odd jobs and errands to make some money and live a life of money.

However, in big cities like Changling, more idle people gather together in groups, forming a certain kind of livelihood.

As long as someone makes money, there will naturally be people who will take care of these idle people. The most common one is gathering people to cause trouble, and the second is that some large shops open, causing the illusion of countless guests coming to the door and making up for popularity.

Of course, spreading news and running errands for others is something that is often done by such idle people.

But if they were really allowed to use their swords and guns, none of these idle people would do it. I am afraid that if they really wanted to do it, they would turn around and run away.

However, in big cities like Changling, there are not many times when they need to bleed with swords and create momentum, so there are far more idle people than ordinary idle people in cities.

"It's not like someone asking them to find something."

Lin Zhuoxue looked at the expressions of those people carefully and said.

There was no sign of nervousness on these idle people's faces. I'm afraid that those who gave money would ask them to count the number of people.

"It seems that the person who uses money behind this thought that you can win the sword against Yu Xiuchun this time." Yan Xinlan turned her head and looked at him, and said, "Mobilize many troops... If Yu Xiuchun loses, it will be a sensation. I'm afraid there will be many people who compete in the sword next time."

...

The carriage where Yu Xiuchun is also traveling through the spring light.

Then his carriage was blocked by another carriage.

No one got off the carriage, but the voice of the person in the carriage ahead came into his ears.

"The more people you lose, the less face you lose. My master asked me to ask you something, is it that you want to compete with Wang Jingmeng yourself, or is it that someone wants you to compete with Wang Jingmeng?"

"It's me who want to compete with Wang Jingmeng in swordsmanship." Yu Xiuchun said calmly.

The man in the carriage ahead stopped talking and slowly leaned to one side to give way out.

....

The voices of the onlookers made everyone in Bashan Sword Field who had arrived first know that Yu Xiuchun had also arrived.

Wang Jingmeng got off the carriage and he waited calmly. When Yu Xiuchun got off the carriage and walked towards him, he bowed seriously and said, "It's still early."

Yu Xiuchun looked at the young man in the morning light, but there was a pride in her humility that was hard to describe in words.

He couldn't help but smile.

He felt that Wang Jingmeng was like the rising sun at this time, full of vitality and unstoppable.

"Since it's already here, it's not too early."

Wang Jingmeng looked at Yu Xiuchun and faced the other person's gaze, inexplicably thought of the morning when Gu Liren met him. At this time, Yu Xiuchun had a similar smell to Gu Liren. This had nothing to do with the realm of cultivation, but a smell between teachers and juniors.

However, his brows frowned quietly. He looked at Yu Xiuchun and whispered: "You are injured."

"It has nothing to do with sword fighting."

Yu Xiuchun smiled and said, "If a swordsman encounters a challenge, he will face the challenge even if he is injured. This is a kind of pride. If he is injured and fears the war, he should be ridiculed. You hope that everyone in Qin will be ashamed of it, and I also hope that everyone in Qin can be brave and not afraid of the powerful."

Wang Jingmeng nodded. He did not speak anymore, but just bowed seriously and bowed again.

Yu Xiuchun bowed and returned the gift.

His body slowly raised, and his face became absolutely calm and without any emotion.

He raised the sword in his hand first, and then said, "Three-point Sword Hall, Yu Xiuchun."

Wang Jingmeng's sword was crossed to his chest and said, "Bashan Sword Field, Wang Jingmeng."

When the voices of the two people rang, the scene became silent.

On one side of the drying yard, one of them was pouring tea in a tea shop closest to two people.

Listening to the voices of the two men, the man pouring tea couldn't help but turn around and look at the teapot in his hand. The tea in the cup overflowed.

The overflowing hot tea dripped along the edge of the table on his trouser legs. He ate it hot and couldn't help but scream.

When this sound rang, two sword lights lit up at the same time.

...

Of course, ordinary people are the majority on the sidelines. Most of the idle people who are full of them do not understand swordsmanship.

When these two sword lights lit up, they only felt that the sword sounded pleasantly when Yu Xiuchun came out of the sword. The sword lights were clustered, as beautiful as flowers, but after only a few breaths, even they saw something strange.

The sword moves of the two were constantly changing. In one breath, the sword lights in their hands intersected countless times, but Yu Xiuchun's figure continued to change, and Wang Jingmeng was always standing there, motionless.

"The sword attracts the sound of the sky, and Wang Jingmeng breaks it with the clouds."

"A curtain of dreams, Wang Jingmeng broke through with a hundred flowers."

"The pear blossoms fall, and Wang Jingmeng breaks it with the wind and rain at night."

"The spring is coming, and Wang Jingmeng pushed the curtain and looked at the moon to break it."

On the second floor of a restaurant next to the tea shop, you can see the whole picture of the cloth drying yard clearly. In the limited space, more than ten young disciples of Xishan Sword Sect were squeezed. In front of the window, a teacher in a black shirt was looking at the ever-changing sword light and constantly reporting the names of sword moves. Several young disciples of Xishan Sword Sect recorded quickly with their pens.

The teacher in a black shirt spoke very quickly, and the shock in his tone became stronger and stronger.

Wang Jingmeng's sword moves had already shocked him, and he could not even imagine that those sword moves could perfectly crack Yu Xiuchun's swords, but what shocked him even more was that he had already seen that Wang Jingmeng was intentionally giving in.

If you don’t move, stand on the spot and draw your sword, it will naturally be even more difficult to break the opponent’s sword move.

...

Except for those young disciples who were recording quickly without distraction, the other disciples of Xishan Sword Sect who were staring at the sword light on the field, the light in their eyes dimmed one by one.
Chapter completed!