The clear water echoes, and the green-feathered oriole cries.
A corner of the raised pavilion eaves was buried in the misty silence.
Snow clothes and black silk are blowing gently in the wind.
The falling pen paused slightly with the sound of awkward footsteps, and the stroke of a winter plum in the biting wind was just crooked.
The young man's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, indicating a displeasure.
"Why is there so much noise outside?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something big has happened! The Princess of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the fifth elder of the You family are competing at the royal training ground. The heads of the nine major bodyguard regiments and tens of thousands of bodyguards are invited to watch!"
The young man put down the pen in his hand, raised his head slightly, and a faint smile passed across his lips, "Oh? It's so interesting. Go and have a look."
At dusk on the west mountain, the setting sun is like blood.
After the sunshine faded away its luster, the cold and wet wind splashed silver fragments all over the ground.
The arena was crowded with people on three levels inside and outside. The nine invited captains of the bodyguards were sitting on the viewing platform. Except for Mu Qingya who looked solemn, the other eight people all had expressions of disapproval.
Is there any suspense in this competition? Isn't the outcome determined by one move?
On the huge training field, inside the naturally propped up gas shield, two figures, one tall and one short, stood facing each other. The gas shield was set up for the masters, because they were worried that when the masters competed, the flowing aura would spread to the stands. Usually
It is formless and colorless, and only when it encounters the collision of powerful forces will it burst into red light.
The old man and the young boy exchanged glances. An overwhelming pressure rushed towards Xuanhuang.
A twelve-star martial artist is only one step away from the master level. Even if Xuanhuang recovers well, he is still at least thirty or forty years behind the old man, and there is a huge disparity in strength.
Cheng Peng sat in the Accord with the Queen Mother and the Third Highness, and couldn't help but secretly sweat for Xuanhuang.
The envoy Ding Wei, who was pretending to drink tea casually on the side, actually really hoped that the little princess could earn back this face and frustrate the old man's spirit.
"Bang!" There was an energetic collision, but the old man didn't move at all. Xuanhuang took three steps back and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Although it was obvious that Xuanhuang was slightly inferior, there was an uproar and applause on the field. The eight captains of the bodyguards glanced at each other with contempt and sat upright. One of them looked at Mu Qingya sideways and asked, "Have you come early in the morning?"
knew?"
Mu Qingya smiled but did not answer, glanced at him, brushed his body and stood up straight. The other eight captains of the guard group also stood up, looking in awe at the young man with blue silk stockings and white clothes slowly approaching.