"Great monk, how come you come here to grab space when you become a monk and don't drink meat and drink? No one listens to your Buddhist chanting!"
"You are the monk, and your whole family is a monk! I am naturally bald."
"Why does the little lady look so familiar? She must be from Qingxu Cave in Wuling Mountain! - No! Where is that from? - What a coincidence, what a coincidence, I am too!"
"Isn't this brother You Deben, who is known as Langli Baitiao by people in the world? - Disrespect, disrespect! Brother Lu Buchang."
Thousands of warriors gathered inside and outside the Changchun Pavilion. Some were bored and just wanted to join in the fun, some wanted to see what kind of medicine King Qi sold in his gourd, and some just wanted to drink and eat. They came in all shapes and sizes and wore strange clothes.
lively.
The place has grown so big that it is naturally messy, but fortunately no one dares to take action. They can only argue for a few words. After all, it is the King of Qi's place. You need to feel how many heads there are on your neck first to make sure there are not enough to cut off.
The opening remarks of the King of Qi were also simple. There were no long speeches. They were short and powerful. They said that a passionate man should serve the country and serve the country and the people with passion. The King of Qi also suggested that literati like to recite poems, dance, and write while drinking.
Yes, we warriors came to make friends with martial arts today, and even used the sword we carried as a lucky draw.
Making friends with martial arts is not just about fighting in the ring, so King Qi’s proposal gave those who didn’t have the guts to go to the ring but wanted to show off their skills an opportunity. There was no need to deliberately choose the venue for the competition, it was just in the natural lake.
Heart Island. It is said to be an island, but in fact it is just a piece of earth covering an area of half an acre. The lake is not that big and spans less than a hundred feet.
King Qi didn't have much time to watch the fight between Jiang Hu and Cao Mang, so he occasionally glanced at her for a while, and most of his energy was focused on the young lady beside him. Today's dinner was just to get close to the young lady, so how could he miss it?
Such a great opportunity.
"How many years has it been since Pinshan went home?" King Qi asked with concern.
Mu Pinshan's grandfather was Mu Daozong, the minister of the Ministry of Industry in the Daqian Dynasty. Mu Daozong, who was still a doctor in the Yu tribe at that time, took advantage of the opportunity of being in charge of the mountains and rivers of the world and often fawned over the sage of Zhujian Mountain, so Mu Pinshan had the opportunity to invest.
Being under a saint's door. Of course, if you want to be under a saint's door, you won't be able to get in by being given some benefits. Worldly benefits are just a stepping stone. Whether you can get in after knocking on the door is another matter.
At that time, the saint Zhang Yajiu decided to only accept nine disciples in his life because of the word "nine" in his name. Mupinshan was lucky because Zhang Yajiu's first eight disciples were all male, so the last one was cheaper for a girl.
Wazi's Mu Pinshan. Mu Pinshan's martial arts talent can only be considered average, but what Zhang Yajiu doesn't care about most is talent. What Zhang Yajiu values more is human nature.
Zhujian Mountain is so majestic that the peaks reach up to the clouds, and Zhenxi Peak is the highest and most dangerous. When Mu Pinshan was just a little kid, he clamored to climb the mountain when he saw Zhenxi Peak for the first time. Zhang Yajiu led Mu Pin
With her white and tender little hands, she climbed all the way to the peak. The little baby didn't cry even though her feet were worn out, and she didn't yell when she was tired. Instead, she cheered with joy every time she climbed higher. She didn't even say a word of hardship until she fell tired into Zhang Yajiu's arms and fell asleep.
At the top of Zhenxi Peak, Zhang Yajiu asked the little girl if she would like to walk all the seventeen peaks of Zhujian Mountain. The little girl said seriously with a childish little face: "Uncle, don't lie to me. I'm still young and can't finish the walk in one day. I have to
Just walk slowly, and don’t act like you’re not allowed to climb the mountain when the time comes!”
Zhang Yajiu agreed with a smile, and gave the girl a new name - Pinshan. It means that the character is as thick as a mountain, as beautiful as a mountain, as upright as a mountain...
Speaking of home, Mu Pinshan's nose felt a little sore: "I haven't been home for fifteen years, so it's time to go home and have a look!"
King Qi smiled very happily: "The Heroes' Meeting will be over in a few days. Pinshan can go back to Daxing with me. It would be nice to have someone to look after me on the way. I don't have many friends, let alone those I can chat with."
Much more! I am really happy that I can get to know Brother Nangong, Brother Mingdao and Pinshan during this trip to the Eastern Capital. I really hope that one day I can fight swords in the world like you and enjoy my grudges!"
Mu Pinshan did not answer King Qi, but looked at the lake of autumn water wrinkled by the wind in a daze... Now Mu Pinshan has two homes, one is the strange home in Daxing City, and the other is loved by his master and his senior brother.
Pampering, and the home of countless uncles and uncles who call her Jiu Mei.
Zhujian Mountain is as its name suggests. There are many people on the mountain who only forge iron and make swords every day. There are many swords in Zhujian Mountain, so many that it is hard to tell whether they are swords or mountains. People say that Zhang Yajiu has seventeen swords, which are the most famous ones in the world.
It's not the sword but the mountain. No one has ever seen Zhang Yajiu's sword, but once someone has seen his mountain, they no longer look at his sword after seeing the mountain.
The eighth grade of Mupinshan went down the mountain to travel around the rivers and lakes. In a blink of an eye, he has seen all kinds of things in the world and more mountains and rivers for more than half a year. But Mupinshan still feels that the people of Zhujian Mountain are cuter, and the mountains of Zhujian Mountain are more lovely.
It makes people feel more relaxed and happy. Mu Pinshan doesn't have many friends. He asked Li Taiping if he would accompany her to Daxing City after the Heroes Meeting, but Li Taiping refused. He doesn't enter Daxing City unless he becomes a master. This is an old saying.
The Taoist priest's only request to Li Taiping is that until now, Li Taiping still doesn't know what kind of medicine the old Taoist priest is selling in his gourd.
King Qi waited patiently until Mu Pinshan came to his senses, but he no longer mentioned returning to Daxing City together. Instead, he said: "The military god, the old man, told me that Zhujian Mountain is the place where saints in the world have the best chance of challenging the Taoist leader.
I really want to see the Seventeen Swords when I get the chance. When I get to Pinshan, I must help me to be accommodating and go see those seventeen peaks."
This time Mu Pinshan did not listen and replied with a smile: "Your Highness wants to see the mountain. Pinshan has the final say on this matter. His Highness can go to the seventeen peaks of Zhujian Mountain."
King Qi secretly smiled in his heart, and the smile on his face became even more beautiful: "I have heard that outsiders are not allowed to climb the mountain without the approval of the saint. There are only a handful of people who have climbed the mountain in recent years. You must keep your word when visiting the mountain."
"I, Mu Pinshan, can't take charge of the matter at Zhujian Mountain, so don't worry, Your Highness." Mu Pinshan said confidently.
Seeing that Mu Pinshan was so sure, Chen Buwen couldn't sit still anymore. He took Mu Pinshan's hand and shook it: "Good sister, I want to see it too."
King Qi has a very deep palace. Not only is he good at military and military affairs, but he is also good at observing words and controlling people's hearts. The relationship between the three of them has become much closer while talking and laughing. Especially King Qi, he no longer seems so alienated in the hearts of the two girls.
Understanding people's hearts is an indispensable imperial skill for those in power. King Qi is not as experienced as a young man in this regard. Perhaps this is the talent of the emperor's family.
Cui Mingdao glanced at the three people talking and laughing in the Changchun Pavilion, and couldn't help but sigh: "Where did the old boy, the second eldest son of the Wang family, go? How unreasonable! Why do I feel like I am helping King Qi poach someone else's corner!"
Nangong Shou patted Cui Mingdao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I haven't poached you, so what are you afraid of? Besides, it's yours that can't escape, and it's not yours that you can't poach even if you try your best."
"What do I have to be afraid of? No one in this world can compete with me when it comes to grabbing women! I'm afraid that that silly boy Li Taiping's corner will be poached! By the way, why hasn't that boy come yet?" Cui Mingdao said.
He stood up and looked around.
On the small island in the middle of the lake, you finished singing and I came on stage. The fight was lively, but everyone was still aware of it and had a sense of control to prevent any unpleasantness. But at this moment, three figures shot straight towards the small island...
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"Who the hell is in such a hurry to be reincarnated? I haven't finished the fight yet!" Fortunately, the big man dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been hit with his arms full, and his head would be bloody, so he couldn't help but curse.
Another sword-wielding man stepped aside, looked at the three unexpected visitors, and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh my god, this is serious, stay away, don't get blood on yourself."
"Third brother, you're still looking at nothing. Hurry up and run away!"
Several big men who were fighting were like birds and animals scattered, and they fled the island one after another, for fear of harming Chiyu...
It was true that three figures shot towards the island from the other side of the lake, but the two figures in front were punched by the person behind them. They fell onto the island, vomiting blood...
Nangong Shou stood up first: "It's Li Taiping and Jian Xi coming!"
"That great monk is a master, no wonder Jian Xi Lai is so miserable!" Cui Mingdao sighed.
The two of them were about to help, when they heard King Qi's guard shouting: "How dare you! How dare you disturb King Qi's banquet? Why don't you just surrender and arrest him?"
The great monk was not stupid. He stopped after chasing him to the island, clasped his hands and said loudly: "The poor monk is so capable, because his close friend Qi Meijian was killed by the two thieves in a sneak attack. He chased him all the way here, and the charging Highness was still alive."
Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Although Li Xia on the other side of the Changchun Pavilion was still smiling, her smile looked like it was evil and made people shudder.
The second master of the Wang family looked at Li Xia, with a hint of gloating in his eyes.
"A great monk of this generation, isn't he a divine monk who is only one generation younger than Buddha!" someone said in a low voice.
Someone on the side echoed: "Even if the senior ones are not divine monks, they are not bad at all. They are all old monsters over 200 years old. If King Qi doesn't care, Jian Xilai may not be able to save his life!"
"Qi Meijian is a ninth-level swordsman who has been famous for decades, but he didn't expect to be killed by Jian Xilai?"
With a few words from the great monk, the banquet suddenly exploded, and everyone turned their attention to King Qi...
Mu Pinshan raised his sword and stood up, but was held back by Chen Buwen beside him: "Sister, don't worry, Brother Nangong and I are here to calm down and take a look before talking."
Mu Pinshan sat down as he was told, but still held the sword tightly in his hand, as if he could take action at any time.
King Qi pretended not to notice Mu Pinshan's anxious look, stood up and pointed at Jianxi Lai and asked: "Jianxi Lai, is what Master Liao Neng said true?"
Jian Xilai has always been taciturn, and he doesn't like others to ask about his own affairs, and he never explains anything to anyone, so he keeps silent. This is how Jian Xilai does things. He doesn't need others to judge what is right or wrong.
The sword in the hand has the final say.
Seeing Jian Xi Lai being silent, King Qi said: "Jian Xi Lai, did you acquiesce to what the great monk said?"
Li Taiping, who had just taken a breath next to Jian Xilai, said hurriedly: "Don't listen to that great monk's nonsense! That's not the case at all. Monks don't lie. I think you, great monk, are reciting sutras until they are in the dog's belly."
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Only then did King Qi see that it was Li Taiping who was speaking, and he frowned slightly inadvertently: "Li Taiping, then you should give me a good explanation. If you make false claims, I will never forgive you."
Now that the matter has come to this point, what needs to be said must still be said, and what needs to be said must still be said. If the explanation does not make sense, Li Taiping believes that the sword in his hand can still be used to explain it properly.