Quiet!

It was like all the sounds in the world were silenced by that sword!

The setting sun was like blood, and the pulling surface of the lake seemed to be bleeding. A white wave was rolling around like a slender white snake. It took a long time to heal. It was a sword mark made by a sword.

Although he never opened the lake with his sword, it still shocked the entire Luoshen Lake, and no one said a word.

Dead people.

The Sword Appreciation Conference had just been announced... and one person died!

A fifth-grade sword cultivator, a member of the Liu family in Beiling, a sword cultivator from an established family in Jiangling Mansion, was high-spirited, and before his laughter disappeared, he was killed with a sword.

The bones sank into the lake, leaving only bubbling blood.

Heavy breathing lingered among the flower boats one after another.

On the huge central flower boat, Wei Qiansui held his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes, looking at the swordsman in white standing on the lake, as graceful as snow.

So domineering.

With one sword, he killed a fifth-grade man and beheaded the person who was opening the sword appreciation conference.

With the power of thunder, there are no friendly greetings, no small talk, just a sword when meeting, and the sword will destroy the soul.

"This is the grandson of King Zhenbei, the son of Luo Rentu... Luo Hong."

Wei Qiansui looked at Luo Hong.

This was the first time he met Luo Hong, a young man who stirred up chaos in the Imperial Capital in the distant Anping County.

He even asked the prince to order a sword appreciation meeting just to trap and kill Luo Hong's young man.

The young man who killed his godson Wei Xian.

"Sure enough...there's something."

Wei Qiansui smiled faintly.

"With one Xiao and one sword, the business was settled, and he has been famous for fifteen years. Is this Luo Hongchen you are talking about?"

"He is really talented in literature. He is worthy of being named Luo Hong's master's disciple in the written examination."

Wei Qiansui nodded lightly.

Although the little eunuch behind him was unwilling, he had to admit that Luo Hong's poems at this moment were very good.

At least it crushed the poems Liu Yuehua bought for a thousand taels before.

After a moment of silence, the sound of uproar suddenly resounded, like boiling water boiling in hindsight.

The whitecaps on the lake gradually healed, leaving no trace, as if the murder just now had never happened.

In the flower boat, figures stood one after another, staring at Luo Hong on the lake.

So arrogant and domineering.

What a pleasure!

"It has been fifteen years since Luo Hongchen died and his reputation as a madman has been borne for fifteen years. His reputation as a madman back then has indeed been completely wiped out now."

"Good poem, good poem!"

A literati and Confucian scholar was drinking alcohol and laughing freely.

"It's Liu Caizi. His poetry has spread all over Jiangling, and he praises it. It seems that this poetry is really good."

"Is this the Luo family? So arrogant and happy... He was reciting poems and killing people at the same time. He killed the swordsman of the Liu family with one sword!"

"This is Luo Hong, the son of Luo Rentu! The purpose of this sword appreciation conference is for him!"

Many people made rustling exchanges.

Behind the white jade stone railings by the lake, the crowds of people gasped in air and were completely boiling.

What is the purpose of their coming here? Isn't it just to watch the excitement and watch a fight between dragons and tigers?

Many people are looking forward to Luo Hong's appearance, but in most people's minds, Luo Hong will not appear so early. If he appears, he should wait until the middle and late stages of the Sword Appreciation Conference.

Reserve enough strength to show up and push the Sword Appreciation Conference to a climax!

However, everyone thought wrong.

Luo Hong did not hide, nor did he wait until the middle and late stages of the conference. As soon as he arrived, he directly drove his sword out of the carriage and killed people on the lake.

The white clothes are elegant, and the positive energy is as bright as a rainbow.

Like a scorching sun, dazzling.

What to hide from?

What to hide?

Luo Hong stood on the lake with his hands behind his back, and the pure Jun sword floated beside him. The sword's blade was bright and not stained with a drop of blood.

There was sword energy, causing slight waves to roll up on the lake surface.

Luo Hong doesn't hide or hide. He came to this sword appreciation conference just to wipe out a wave of sins. What's the point of hiding? How can he wipe out sins?

Hesitation will lead to failure, but determination will lead to a good harvest.

Just like when he struck out to kill Liu Yuehua with a thunderous sword, and saw the shocked and angry look in his eyes before he died, Luo Hong felt that he was extremely bad, and felt that a huge wave of guilt had entered his pocket.

As for being arrogant and being targeted, taking action too early will be the target of public criticism.

How could Luo Hong care?

Come and kill one by one. Anyway, none of the people participating in this sword appreciation competition are good.

By the lake, behind the white jade stone fence.

The carriage stopped quietly.

Blind Yuan was leaning on the carriage frame, holding the bamboo pole. Although his eyes were invisible, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Luo Hong's poem shocked his heart.

The emotions and regrets in the poems also aroused his mood. He had been silent for ten years. If he had not resolved his knot, he might have remained silent forever.

His fame as the gun king Yuan Chenggang back then will also become a regret among others.

far away.

The eyes of the woman wearing a veil and carrying a piano case fluctuated, and her eyes were filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

She stared blankly at the white cloth on the lake, and suddenly saw the magnificent figure from back then.

"With one stroke and one sword, the business was settled, and for fifteen years he suffered from a crazy reputation... Hongchen, is this your anger, your unyielding, and your inner voice?"

The woman had a sore nose for no apparent reason. She was so famous back then, how many people in the world knew about it?

It has been fifteen years. How many people in the world still know about Luo Hongchen? Even if they knew, they would just laugh.

Guixiang Tower.

Chu Tiannan stared at the swordsman in white on the lake, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

"What a grumpy Mr. Luo."

Old Huang also had a strange look on his face: "Not only does Luo Hong dare to come, he is also so arrogant. What confidence does he... have?"

"Jiangling is not Anping County."

What is Luo Hong so arrogant about?

Lao Huang really couldn't guess it. He didn't know, and neither did Chu Tiannan.

Chu Tiannan only knew that the moment Luo Hong drew his sword, his blood boiled with excitement.

…

"Haha, so arrogant."

"The son of Luo Rentu? He just killed a fifth-grade man. He was as arrogant as killing a land immortal..."

"My poems are good, but my strength, ha, is nothing to be arrogant about."

A faint sound resounded in the flower boat floating on the lake.

boom!

In the flower boat of the Liu family in Beiling, a roar echoed loudly.

"Luo Hong! This is a sword appreciation conference, not a murder conference. If you disagree, you will kill someone! You murderer!"

The next moment, the lake surface seemed to be swept up by the strong wind.

In the flower boat, there was a second-grade master who took action, and a sword spread across it, extremely sharp.

This is the plan to kill Luo Hong directly with the power of thunder!

On top of the flower boat in the center.

Wei Qiansui clasped his hands behind his back and looked at this scene with a half-smile, without any desire to take action.
To be continued...