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In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and the head of the ceremony has arrived. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A few days ago, the Ziyang Sword Sect was already busy, sprinkling and sweeping, arranging, preparing meals, tables and chairs, and some festive things, and the entire Ziyang Mountain was dressed up in a new look, full of joy.

For the Ziyang Sword Sect, this is a big day, and all the factions are celebrating, and their hearts are full of pride.

For the new head, they have a lot of respect, and in the past ten days, their strength has improved by leaps and bounds, which is obvious to all.

The Iron Sword Gate was like a sword hanging over their heads, tied with strands of hair, and could fall at any moment.

Now, the new head of the martial arts is extremely high, and with a little allocation, they are like opening their minds, and their martial arts are advancing by leaps and bounds.

Every morning's battle, each has its own victory and defeat, you are advancing by leaps and bounds, and I am not standing still, going hand in hand, so I don't feel like anything.

But among all the people, there is one person who has not been appointed by the new head, that is, Zhao Shengnan, the hall master of the Floating Flower Hall.

She is like a goddess in the hearts of everyone, when she fights, no one provokes her, among them, she is the hall master, and her martial arts are the strongest, and the other is that the disciples do not want to be hostile to her.

But they don't mess with Zhao Shengnan, but Zhao Shengnan wants to mess with them, and with her martial arts, she bullies everyone to her heart's content.

For the first two days, they were beaten to the ground.

But from the third day, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and Zhao Shengnan found that he wanted to bully the disciples to his heart's content, but he couldn't.

All the disciples were working in pairs, cooperating with each other, making the two swordsmanship in the Ziyang Sword Sect, but the power increased several times.

In normal times, she could clean up the two of them in four or five moves, but now she can't attack for a long time, and it is difficult to do so.

She also understands the reason for this.

Among the five halls, there are ten people in each, who go to the back mountain to be ordered by the new head, and then come back to pass on to the rest of the disciples.

Among these ten people, not including the hall masters, these ten people, in groups of two, learned the art of joint attack.

They didn't learn the new numbers, they just learned the order of the moves.

Among the Ziyang Sword School, there are many swordsmanship, from the first Ziyang Twelve Swords, to the Shaoyang Swordsmanship, to the Ziyang Twenty-Four Swords, to the Zhongyang Swordsmanship, and some such as Yao Yue Swordsmanship, Morning Light Swordsmanship, to the Sun Swordsmanship in the back, and the highest sword technique - Ziyang Swordsmanship.

What Xiao Yuesheng asked them to practice was the Twelve Swords of Ziyang.

This set of introductory swordsmanship, every disciple is familiar with the abnormal, as if it has been imprinted into the body, the sword moves with the heart, the most fluent and free.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded a little, how the twelve styles are coherent and free, the front and back moves, and what moves are used to cooperate with each other.

His point has the effect of turning decay into magic, and all the disciples will learn it as soon as they learn it, and it is full of power, as if they have been reborn.

The four elders and the five hall masters were shocked, and they became more and more admiring the new head.

On the day of the inauguration ceremony, it was gloomy and gloomy, and the dark clouds were overwhelming, which was a sign of heavy rain, and the world was dark, as if it was twilight.

Xiao Yuesheng sat in the study, holding a book and reading, and the lamp was turned on in the study, and the soft light shrouded him.

Behind him, there stood a slender and beautiful girl, with a melon seed face, curved eyebrows, watery eyes, small and delicate facial features, and a rosy and attractive peach mouth, eager to take a bite.

She stood quietly, clasped her hands together, looked at Xiao Yuesheng's back, looked at the sky outside the window, and her watery eyes showed worry.

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly said: "Yushu, Yanmo!"

"Yes. The girl's voice was light and crisp, and she stepped forward gently, with a faint fragrance.

Her fingers are as white as green onions, her thumb, index finger, and middle finger are pinched with inkstones, and her little finger is slightly upturned, and her movements are elegant.

Xiao Yuesheng put down the book, picked up the paperweight and pressed the rice paper, picked up the pen and waved it, and wrote down four big characters - Ziyang Sword Sect.

These four words seem to come from the ancient and reckless period, and there is an indescribable momentum, which is impressive.

The girl stared at these four words, and kept looking, and her melon seed face showed an admiring look.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at it, shook his head, pressed his palm, the rice paper turned into powder, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind rolled up the powder, flew out of the window, and disappeared.

He looked out the window, shook his head and smiled: "It seems that today's ceremony can't be done." ”

"Sir, it won't rain. The girl said busily.

Xiao Yuesheng sighed and said, "It doesn't matter if it rains or not, but no one has come so far, it's a little strange!"

The girl's watery eyes turned twice, and she said in a low voice: "Maybe it's not time......"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly: "If you don't come now, it looks like you won't come, go tell Elder Tang that the ceremony has begun!"

"Yes!" the girl said solemnly, withdrew gently, closed the door, and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng again, feeling gloomy in her heart.

Inside and outside Fengcheng, there was jubilation, because a major event happened in the city, the owner of the Iron Knife Gate, Li Mo, the golden knife guest, was holding his fiftieth birthday.

In the past two years, the Iron Sword Gate has been powerful, and the masters in the gang have come out, and the martial arts of Li Mo, the golden swordsman, are even more brilliant, and he has long enjoyed a good reputation in the martial arts.

Especially this year, with the conflict between the Iron Daomen and the Ziyang faction, the first sword faction in Huainan in the past was forced into a dead end by the Iron Daomen, which shows the strength of the Iron Daomen.

A few days ago, the head of the Ziyang Sword Sect was killed by Li Mo, which pushed the prestige of the Iron Sword Gate to the top, and there was no gang in Huainan anymore.

This time, on his fiftieth birthday, he invited friends all over the country, and in Huainan, all the people with heads and faces received his invitations.

At the same time, these people received another invitation, and the succession ceremony of the new head of the Ziyang Sect was held on the same day.

At noon, the sky with dark clouds dispersed, and the sun broke through the dark clouds and shone on the earth, and the whole Fengcheng was bathed in it.

At the main altar of the Iron Knife Gate, a burly old man stood at the door of the hall, smiling with his fists, and everyone around him was standing full, like stars and moons.

There was a sound of admiration in their mouths, and they all said that the heavenly prince was beautiful, and he deliberately dispersed the dark clouds for the great birthday of the master of the Li Gate.

The burly old man was Li Mo, he looked up and laughed, his face was full of red light, but he was humble, and even said that it was a coincidence.

A cannon rang out, and it was noon, and the banquet began.

On the street outside the iron knife gate, pedestrians can sit down and eat at will, the grand occasion is unprecedented, and the iron knife door is crowded.

A handsome young man came to Li Mo's side and said in a low voice, "Door master, it's ready, it's time to start the banquet." ”

Li Mo nodded, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Everyone, don't stand in the light, the banquet has been prepared, let's go in and talk while eating!"

The crowd humbly walked inside, whispering, talking, and the whole altar was in an uproar.

At this moment, a long shout suddenly came from in the distance: "The head of the Ziyang Sect Xiao congratulates the master of the Li sect on his birthday——!"

Everyone paused, stopped and turned their heads to look, and their faces showed surprise.

The street outside the Iron Knife Gate is full of people, and the flowing water seats of the Iron Knife Gate are very attractive, and people come to eat.

The guests stopped and looked back, and some came to the gate and looked out.

The crowd surged, and suddenly a passage appeared, and four people came slowly, one person in front, dressed in a green shirt, with a Qingfeng sword hanging from his waist, walking slowly, with a calm and solemn expression, it was Xiao Yuesheng.

Behind him, there were two old men, a young girl, the old man was the sword elder Chen Chengxiang, the dark sword elder Fan Qingyun, and the girl was the maid He Yushu.

The four of them walked slowly, as if there was an invisible air cover, separating them from the people around them, calmly and unstoppable.

"Stop!" the four big men stood in front of them, holding a long knife in their arms, staring at them coldly, their eyes faint.

Xiao Yuesheng stopped and frowned.

Fan Qingyun took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "You are presumptuous...... Is this how the Iron Knife Gate treats people who wish their birthdays?!"

"Haha......" There was a burst of laughter, Li Mo came out at the door, hugged his fists and said with a smile: "It turned out that Elder Fan was here, it was really Peng Shen Zenghui, Peng Wan Zenghui!"

Fan Qingyun sneered and said, "The surname is Li, you have taken another step towards the grave, congratulations!"

Li Mo laughed: "Haha...... Although I am one step closer, but don't worry, I will definitely walk behind you, and I will give you a ride in advance!"

Many guests next to him were puzzled, the Ziyang Sword Sect and the Iron Sword Gate were not life and death enemies, how could the two talk so affectionately? !

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to talk to you!" Fan Qingyun sneered, stretched out his hand to point at Xiao Yuesheng, and said, "This is the new head of our faction, you should hurry up!"

"Hey, the new head of the sect, he is not small!" Li Mo glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, shook his head, and sighed: "Hehe, my favorite is to kill the head of the Ziyang Sword Sect!"

Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and said lightly: "You might as well give it a try." ”

With that, he stepped forward and walked straight towards Li Mo.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and their eyes did not blink.

(To be continued)