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After only half a cup of tea, the man came out.

Almost trotted out.

He banged and opened all the doors, smiling all over his face.

Then, holding the branch in both hands, he respectfully returned it to Wen Ba's hand: "Two, the Hou Ye is invited." ”

Wen Ba hugged his fist at him and said, "Hard work." ”

The man said, "Please come with me." ”

He took them in.

This is a courtyard located in Tianyi Hall.

However, looking at the surrounding environment, it seems to be incompatible with the whole Tianyitang.

Hidden in it, it is not visible.

Especially when you walk in at this moment, the place is incredibly wide.

The three of them walked almost a stick of incense before they reached the main hall.

However, the man did not lead them into the main hall, but went up to the top floor.

On the top floor is an attic called Guanlin Pavilion.

This pavilion is the highest position in this Tianyi Hall, facing the wide south water outside the city.

Immersed in it, you can not only have a panoramic view of the vast water surface of Nanshui, but also overlook the immortal scenery of the entire Nanling City.

The cabinet is full of blades, swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks...... Eighteen kinds of weapons are complete.

Presumably, the master here is very martial.

It is no wonder that everyone who comes here to ask for a meeting must first look at the blades of others.

-- I guess these blades belong to those who asked for it.

These blades are all extraordinary, no wonder his iron sword is not in the eyes of others.

But why did Wen Ba force the master to meet again with just a branch?

Although the pavilion is full of blades, it gives people the feeling that it is not a sense of oppression, but there is an indescribable elegance.

Wen Zhuyuan looked around, and casually pulled out a long sword that was placed on several cases.

The long sword was unsheathed, and in the blade of Sen Sen, it was a little red.

Wen Zhuyuan couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

Wen Badao: "As the number one master of swordsmanship in the imperial capital, Mei Daxia knows the origin of this sword. ”

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck, and suddenly laughed.

The laughter...... It seems to be a shame for this "No. 1 master of swordsmanship in the imperial capital".

Wen stopped and said: "Isn't it rumored in the rivers and lakes that Sword Thirty is the number one master of swordsmanship in the world?"

Wen Badao: "I haven't seen with my own eyes how powerful Sword Thirty is, but I have seen Mei Daxia's swordsmanship with my own eyes." ”

Wen Zhuyuan: "Hehe." ”

Wen Badao: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen stopped and said: "Although I don't know the origin of this sword, I remember the story of another sword." ”

The man who brought them in arched his hand towards the two of them and said, "Please take care of yourself, Master Hou will be there soon." The villain retires for the time being, and he only needs to say hello if he has something. ”

Wen Badao: "Hard little brother...... What's the story?"

The sentence after the ellipsis was said towards Wen Zhuyuan.

Wen stopped and said: "In my hometown, there was such a sword master, very fond of plum blossoms, every time he kills a person, he planted a plum tree in the yard, it didn't take a few years, the plum trees in the yard became a forest, and the people in the rivers and lakes called it Wanmei Villa." Later, he wrote eight plum blossom poems, painted eight plum blossom paintings, and created eight peerless plum blossom swordsmanship. ”

Wen Ba's face changed slightly, and he said with a smile: "There is such a superb talent in the world. I don't know what to call this sword master in Mei Daxia's hometown?"

Wen stopped and said: "Ximen blows snow." ”

Wen Ba: "Ximen Blowing Snow? Could it be that Mei Daxia thinks that this sword is the plum blossom sword of Ximen Blowing Snow?"

Wen Zhuyuan smiled: "Ximen blowing snow is not blood, it is blood...... Hahaha, I'm. Actually, I don't know what this sword is. ”

Wen Ba took out the branch and looked at it, and sighed with a sigh: "I just don't know which trick was used to cut this branch?

Wen Zhuyuan smiled and said, "The eighth master won't think that I cut this branch with my sword." ”

Wen Badao: "Maybe it was cut off by that Ximen Fuxue with a sword." ”

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck and said with a smile: "Oh, how can you really do this." ”

Wen Badao: "One night a few days ago, I passed through the moonlit night forest, and accidentally picked up this branch that was cut off by the sword qi, I don't know which master it is, so I had to ask Long Ehou to help identify it." Maybe Hou Ye can tell whose swordsmanship it is from the cut of this branch. ”

Wen Zhuyuan hehe: "This painting is very good." ”

He pointed to a painting hanging in the pavilion and quickly changed the subject.

The name of the painting is called: The Vast Picture of Smoke and Waves.

The painting depicts the rise and fall of the South Water at high tide in July and August, and the ebb and flow of the tide is magnificent.

And in the blank space next to the picture, there is also a line of inscription written in beautiful small block letters: Long Long.

The same character, the same italics, but the glyphs are different.

Each word seems to convey a different meaning.

Wen Zhuyuan said with a smile: "I can't imagine that the master here, although the painting is a good Danqing, but the words in this stomach are pitiful." ”

Wen Badao: "Hey, Mei Daxia's words are wrong. Long Ehou is a recognized all-round figure in martial arts. He has three hobbies in his life, calling himself Wuyi, Wine, Erwensan. can really be a skill, maybe this article has to be ranked first, otherwise it would not be possible to become the champion of Lianzhong Sanyuan. ”

Wen stopped and said: "In this way, this Hou Ye is really a wonderful person, and these seven 'longs' are no longer just because he doesn't know what words are scribbled on the topic to make people guess what it means." Alas, what does that mean. ”

Wen Ba said with a smile: "If people can easily guess the deep meaning, maybe the Hou Ye will not get a nickname of 'disagree'." ”

Hearing this, he stopped and said, "Don't agree with each other?"

Wen Badao: "Didn't you say it just now, this Hou Ye calls himself Wu Yi Jiu Er Wen San." As long as your martial arts can enter his eyes, as long as you have a dabble in the world's fine wines and can drink a few glasses, as long as you can afford to put down the poems and poems of Danqing, he will try his best to compete with you. ”

Wen stopped and said: "So, you took the branch that I don't know was cut by a naughty child and asked to see, Hou Ye felt that it was done by a peerless master, so he planned to see us, ha, this Hou Ye is really a wonderful person." I thought that if I didn't agree, it meant that this Hou Ye was short-tempered, and he would beat someone if he didn't like it. But, listening to what you just said, I kind of understand. ”

Wen Badao: "What do you understand?"

Wen Zhuyuan pointed to the "Vast Picture of Smoke and Waves" and said, "Eighth Master, do you know what these seven 'long' words mean?"

Wen Ba's head leaned up, looked at it, then shook his head, and said, "I can see that my eyes are dazzled, I really can't see what it means?"

Wen stopped and said: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Wen Bayi was stunned and said, "You know?"