I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 126

Seeing that the first round of Lun Dao had already started, Qin Yong turned around, came to the counter, sat down on the chair that had been prepared, and looked at the field with interest.

At this moment, the guests from other parts of the restaurant did not go back, they all surrounded here.

For these traveling scholars, the world they have seen is not small.They have seen this ranger fighting, and they have seen most of the two armies fighting.

But it's a bit strange to talk about bringing these rangers together to compare swords and discuss Taoism.

The literati discussing the Tao is nothing more than having no personal ideas and reasons, and debating each other with the purpose of conquering each other. This is the discussion of the Tao.

In the discussion, some people will write plans for governing the country and compare them with each other.

Some people will set up a chessboard, use the chessboard to discuss the world, and talk about high and low.

Anyway, no matter how you say it, literati discussing Tao is ultimately a battle.

It is a struggle even if the literati discuss the Dao, let alone a warrior discussing the Dao, it is naturally a struggle.

The difference is that when literati compose the splendid chapters of the flourishing age, no one can tell the difference with swords.

Now, Qin Yong actually pulled out a sword theory in this world discussion, which directly attracted everyone's attention.

"Your Excellency is the Confucian hero Zheng Yan of Dacheng Palace?"

Under the eyes of everyone, Jing Ke slowly put down the sword in his arms, held it in his hand, and looked at Zheng Yandao in front of him.

Dacheng Hall, the predecessor of the Confucius Temple, is located in the territory of the former State of Lu and now the territory of the State of Qi.

In this era when the ancestral temple was formed but the temple had not yet appeared, people paid homage to the Confucian saint Confucius in the Dacheng Hall.

It was not until the later temples began to take shape that they expanded outside the Dacheng Hall and became the Confucius Temple.

"Exactly, I heard that the world in Xianyang is discussing Taoism. It is such a grand event. I planned to come here to join in the fun. I never thought that there would be talk of discussing Taoism with swords."

"Today Xuan Wenjun is in the restaurant under the tongue, tasting wine, discussing the Tao, and making friends. Since no one comes up to join in the fun, how about letting Zheng Yan accompany you to fight?"

Zheng Yan clasped his sword and said with a gentle smile on his face.

I have to say that this Zheng Yan is also a handsome man, and his smile is even more beautiful. In later generations, he will be a little fresh meat in the eyes of little fans.

"Please!"

Jing Ke didn't talk nonsense, knowing that Confucianism has many etiquettes, and he didn't break other people's rules, so he stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Forgive me!"

Zheng Yan cupped his hands and bowed. Before the martial arts competition, he had to be polite, just like a literati discussing Taoism, and he used the Confucian etiquette to the fullest.

However, the moment he got up, his eyes sharpened, and his temperament changed instantly.

Immediately after, he only heard a "clang", he held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pulled the scabbard with the other.

The tentacles of the long sword were sharp and aggressive, the whole figure flickered, the speed was extremely fast, the long sword pointed directly at Jing Ke, and instantly killed Jing Ke.

Jing Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, only to see the long sword in his hand raised.

"Chong!"

With a sound of leaning, he instantly blocked Zheng Yan's sword tip.

On the tip of Zheng Yan's sword, the bearer felt a sense of force, piercing his scabbard in an instant, and with a sudden turn, the scabbard was torn apart.

With a shake of his hand, Jing Ke clasped the hilt of his sword. With a sway of his figure, graceful as a dragon swimming, he dodged in an instant and rushed behind Zheng Yan.

"Hahaha, worthy of a generation of Confucian heroes, quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, today, let me see whether my Taoist Xiaoyao Sword is more powerful, or your Confucian Sage Sword is more powerful!"

As soon as the words fell, Jing Ke turned the long sword in his hand, turned his body upside down, and stabbed directly at the back, pointing directly at Zheng Yan.

Zheng Yan's face changed slightly, Jing Ke's speed was so fast that it made people unable to react, and he easily avoided his long sword.

Seeing Jing Ke's counterattack, he turned suddenly, but it was too late to dodge, so he could only swing the long sword in his hand again and again.

"Clang clang clang!"

In an instant, the two clashed dozens of swords.

Jing Ke's sword seemed to have no weight in his hands. When he swung it, it was light, nimble, and extremely fast.

Zheng Yan's sword is sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as sharp as Mount Tai, powerful and heavy, with endless changes.

He changed his moves dozens of times in a row, but he found that Jing Ke's sword was free and unrestrained, ethereal and agile, and its angles were changed strangely. It was impossible to guard against it.

He was surprised again and again, but finally found that no matter what, he couldn't restrain Jing Ke.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

But at this moment, no matter if you are watching the excitement or looking at the doorway, you can basically see that Jing Ke dances the sword with ease, carefree and free and easy, majestic and invisible.

Looking at Zheng Yan again, he was restrained everywhere and repeatedly retreated. Between the two, it can be seen at a glance which one is higher and which is lower.

But regardless of winning or losing, these two people's shots give people a kind of visual enjoyment, and people can't help secretly applauding.

Qin Yong was also watching this scene, but unlike others watching the excitement, at this moment he squinted his eyes, staring at the fight in the field.

In his eyes, the speed of these two people was very fast, but also very slow, as if every shot of the two of them was recorded in his mind.

At this moment, his muscles couldn't help beating, as if he wanted to repeat every move, every move, and every style of the two of them.

This feeling made Qin Yong feel inexplicably flustered, so he looked more carefully.

I saw that in the field, in Zheng Yan and Jing Ke's repeated fights, Zheng Yan was suppressed by Jing Ke from the very beginning.

As time passed, Zheng Yan was as defensive as a stone, seemingly flawless.

But Jing Ke is like a dragon swimming around, indeed he can find a chance to break the face at any time, making Zheng Yan's defense almost useless.

Finally, with the final collision, Jing Ke swung the long sword continuously, attracting Zheng Yan's attention.

Just when Zheng Yan cut the sword halfway, Jing Ke shook the long sword in his hand and instantly left it from his right hand, then took the sword with his left hand, and killed it with a backhand.

"Buzz!"

With the sound of sword groaning, the long sword stopped three inches from Zheng Yan's eyebrows.

Zheng Yan's body tensed instantly, and he stood motionless on the spot, looking at the long sword lying in front of him, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Jing Ke, a ranger of a generation, traveled around the world, fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and dealt with countless horse bandits and bandits. He was different from him, a Confucian chivalrous man who only knew how to read books all day long, but he never thought that he would be in front of Jing Ke. It seemed so powerless.

Shaking his head, Zheng Yan withdrew the long sword in his hand to admit defeat.

Seeing this, Jing Ke withdrew his long sword, cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, I offended you!"

Zheng Yan smiled wryly, and said: "I've said that, it's just about swords, just click as far as it goes, thank you strong man for your mercy!"

With that said, Zheng Yan turned around and returned to his seat.

(End of this chapter)