Young White Horse, Invincible? I add points to Deep Blue!

Chapter 28 Luo Yanlu

Suddenly, as everyone was talking, a sound of piano came, melodious and pleasant, with lingering sound.

Everyone looked up, and a beautiful woman in white flew over their heads playing the piano and landed steadily on the platform.

Then, another thirty girls in white flew over from all directions, holding various swords in their hands, dancing lightly, making sword flowers, and dancing with swords on the stage. It was so beautiful that it was a feast for the eyes!

"What a beautiful dance!" The drunk Baili Dongjun couldn't help but look sideways and watched a few more times.

"The dance is beautiful, the music is pleasant, but she is more beautiful!" Li Qiye was delighted to see Yan and could not help but exclaim in praise.

"Is this the national player Luo Yanlu?" Wenhujiu asked

"It was she who specially invited music from Tianqi City for this sword test competition. This music is the high mountain music that shocked Linyuefang that Mr. Luo played back then," the sword servant introduced.

Luo Yanlu was able to be called a "Mr." as a woman, which was related to her superb qin skills and her status as a national player. She could also be called "Luo Dajia"

"I didn't think it was her, Brother Luo's sister." Li Qiye smiled, but he had been thinking about her for a long time.

"Hey, you fell in love with me?" Wenhujiu said with a smile

"You may have a chance. Master Zhuo Mo Lei Mengsha and Master Qing Ge Luo Xuan are both the Eighth Master of Beili. They are very familiar with each other. If you ask Li Xinyue to propose marriage, it may be successful."

"Uncle Wen, you underestimate me. Do I need others to help me propose marriage? I can rely on my talent." Li Qiye said

"You really don't know how to be modest!" Wenhujiu said disparagingly, shaking his head. If he were a few years younger, he might have been the one.

People always say they are intoxicated by the sound of Luo Yanlu's piano, but after seeing him, they are already intoxicated.

"Brother Qiye, I support you." Baili Dongjun raised his hand to show his agreement.

"Dong Jun, for what you said, I will help you get the sword you like later." Li Qiye was generous for once and helped for free.

"That's great. With you, Qiye, any sword can be easily captured. Otherwise, people will say that I, who doesn't use a sword, am trying to steal a sword."

Wen Hujiu originally wanted to take a Yuntian-grade sword back to his nephew, but if he wanted to win, he might have to poison him, which would not have a good impact and would easily lead to criticism.

After one song, Li Qiye woke up from the sound of the piano and sighed: "What a pity, although this song is good, it is a bit monotonous. I can only see the mountains but not the flowing water."

"Oh, Master Li also knows how to play the zither?" asked the sword servant.

"I know a little bit," Li Qiye said modestly.

"I have heard that in ancient times, Kuang Xiu and Gao Jianli played "High Mountains and Flowing Water" together, which was a unique piece of music in the world and the sound of celestial beings from heaven. However, no one has been able to play such a beautiful piece of music since then. Either their piano skills were not good enough, or it is difficult for two people of such pinnacle piano skills to appear in the world at the same time. It is a pity."

"If Mr. Li is a good zither player, I can introduce you to Mr. Luo and let the two of you play a piece together," said the sword servant.

"Thank you very much." Li Qiye bowed and was delighted to see the fish take the bait.

"I should be the one thanking Master Li for showing me the sword and enlightening me. I am just doing something easy." The sword servant smiled and responded. Knowing that Li Qiye was interested in Luo Yanlu, he volunteered to act as a matchmaker and help them achieve their goal.

Afterwards, the sword servant left in a hurry, and the direction seemed to be where the high platform and pavilion were.

"Qiye, it looks like you're going to get the beauty today."

He was drinking wine and laughing, looking like he was enjoying a good show. But he didn't know how good his piano skills were. He had never heard him play before. It would be embarrassing if he made a fool of himself.

Li Qiye just smiled slightly. He had the system so what was he afraid of? He said, “Tongzi, add some deep blue!”

At this time, the sword-testing competition had officially entered the competition stage. The women in white threw their swords to the ground one after another, and the sword heads slightly pierced into the high platform.

Only the youngest woman was left on the stage to preside over the sword-testing competition. She said loudly, "The sword of the mountain has been shown to you. Please take the sword!"

However, a strange scene happened at this time. Everyone's eyes were not looking at the sword on the platform, but at the two tables above.

To be precise, where is Wushuangcheng sitting?

They were overbearing and unreasonable, and took away all the swords from the last sword test competition. Many people dared not speak out.

This time, I don’t know…

Suddenly, the elder of Wushuang City stood up and said: "Please rest assured, everyone. Wushuang City is here only to fight for one sword. You can take the rest for yourselves."

After the words fell, everyone was in a state of confusion. When did Wushuang City become so generous? What kind of sword was worthy of their attention?

Only one sword is worth more than all the others combined.

"Well, Wushuang City has produced a sword embryo in this generation." Wen Hujiu set his sights on the tall and thin young man next to Cheng Yu.

"What is a sword embryo?" Baili Dongjun scratched his head in confusion.

"He is a natural born swordsman. Some people cannot master a sword technique even after practicing it for more than ten times, but he only needs to watch it once," Wen Hujiu explained patiently.

"Oh," Baili Dongjun nodded calmly, but then said, "I thought it was an insult."

"How about comparing with Brother Qiye?" he asked again

“Him?” Wen Hujiu glanced at Li Qiye and said with a smile: “He is a worthless sword embryo, there is no comparison, haha…”

"Brother Qiye is a top-notch jerk, awesome!" Baili Dongjun responded stupidly.

“Why do I feel like you are hinting at me?” Li Qiye frowned suspiciously. It didn’t sound like a compliment. The words and meaning were different.

However, he did not care so much, and also looked at Song Yanhui, who was still a young man. A person who was dragged down by Wushuang City could not become a sword immortal.

"It's a pity to be born in Wushuang City, otherwise I would have the hope of becoming a sword immortal."

Wenhujiu blinked and pricked up his ears to hear this sentence. For a quasi-sword immortal, it was still credible. He glanced at Song Yanhui again and shook his head regretfully.

Of course, few people in the martial arts world hope that Wushuang City will become strong again. For other forces, it is actually a good thing.

At this moment, upon hearing that Wushuang City only wanted one sword, many people were eager to make a move. Many people jumped out of the courtyard and rushed towards the sword they liked.

There were hundreds of people fighting for the high-quality sword alone, and the battle was quite intense.

Because for most sects, this is the only chance to get a good sword.

As for the Canghai Sword and Yuntian Sword, if you are not a first-class disciple from a big family or sect, you dare not go forward to grab them, and you can't protect them even if you take them.

"It's really shocking," Baili Dongjun said

On the high platform, swordsmen drew their swords to duel for the sword they liked, showing off their sword skills. The sound of metal colliding was clanging and sparks flew, but they stopped at a certain point and did not hurt anyone's life.

After half an hour, the chaotic sword-grabbing competition finally came to an end. All thirty mountain swords had owners, both men and women, all with joy.

How can I not be happy to get such a famous sword?

Chapter 29 Whose general is this? He is more powerful than me?

The sword-testing competition brought joy and sorrow. Some people won famous swords and were filled with joy, while others were knocked off the stage and left the mountain with regret.

There are only a limited number of famous swords, and it is impossible for everyone to have one. Even if it is a high-quality sword, the nearly one hundred swordsmiths in Mingjian Villa have only produced thirty such swords in three years.

There is no age limit for those who go on stage to grab the sword, the oldest is in his thirties or forties, and the youngest is not even ten years old

The youngest Taoist boy was knocked off the stage by a young woman. He couldn't hold back and burst into tears on the spot.

Next to him, a young Taoist priest who was either his senior brother or master comforted him: "Don't be sad, come back in three years, you are still young."

"No matter what, I don't care, I just want that sword!" The little Taoist boy immediately started to act like a rogue, lying on the ground with his legs up in the air, waving his hands and crying.

For a while, no one could do anything to him.

The young woman felt a little reluctant when she saw this, but after looking at the sword she had seized, she was still reluctant to hand it over.

Just when she was in a dilemma, the young Taoist raised his head, smiled brightly, showing a row of neat white teeth, and said: "Miss, don't be heartbroken. He is still young and just came here for fun. After crying for a few days, he will forget it."

Lingxiao Sect's Chen Feiyao nodded and prepared to leave without staying any longer.

However, Wang Yixing, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, suddenly asked, "Miss, are you married?"

In an instant, the place became quiet. Even Chen Feiyao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and cursed: "Lecher!"

Turn around and leave

"Fuck, whose general is this? He's more brave than me? He came here to propose marriage in public."

"Is this the excitement of youth, or the release of hormones?" Li Qiye spat out a mouthful of wine and asked in surprise.

It was the first time he saw a Taoist priest so arrogant. He was just short of sticking the word "courtship" on his forehead. Even Baili Dongjun almost choked.

Wen Hujiu laughed and said, "Haha, there is an interesting little Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain."

Wang Yihang shrugged his shoulders, and faced the gazes of the crowd with a faint smile, and naturally led the child off the platform.

"This guy is as shameless as Lei Erha, but I wonder if he also has a big mouth?" Li Qiye said

"Ah sneeze!"

"Why do I always feel like someone is talking about me?" Lei Mengsha rubbed his nose. He and the other three of the Eight Young Masters of Beili just reached the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano started again. This time, the sound did not have the feeling of a mountain. Instead, it was like the boundless sea with waves rising one after another, which just happened to correspond to the second-grade sword - Canghai.

As Luo Yanlu plucked the strings of the zither, a long sword swept out from under the zither, like a ribbon sliding into the sky, extremely beautiful.

Then a man in white jumped up from the stage, holding a long sword and dancing. Everyone seemed to see a sea surging.

"The sword hidden under the zither is brilliant. It reminds me of Lei Dazui hiding a bomb in his crotch!" Baili Dongjun said dizzily, his face still a little flushed.

"Uh...hahaha..."

Li Qiye didn't know what to say and couldn't help but burst into laughter. He didn't expect that this could be compared. It was so ridiculous!

I just wonder what Lei Mengsha’s expression will be when he finds out. Will he regret saving him that day?

There are ten Canghai swords in total. As Luo Yanlu played the piano, ten men in white took over the sword dance. After the dance, just like before, they inserted the swords on the high platform for everyone to take!

Suddenly, the eyes of the people in the audience became hot. The Canghai Sword was a good sword among good swords. It was worth a thousand gold and it was hard to find one.

The powerful swordsmen present were eager to take it into their pockets.

"Dong Jun, is there anything you like? If so, I can get it for you," Li Qiye asked

"Hic~ I just want the best sword of the Palace of Immortals," Baili Dongjun muttered, his face flushed, obviously drunk. There were a few empty wine bottles next to him, and he had drunk a lot.

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. After all, I belong to Jianxin Tomb. If I steal the Immortal Palace Sword, people will think that Jianxin Tomb's swords are not as good as Mingjian Villa's. It will have a bad influence. I will go back and ask Grandpa Li to make a good sword for you," Li Qiye said.

He can ignore other people's opinions, but he cannot disgrace the reputation of Jianxin Tomb.

"Well, Xiao Baili, please agree quickly. It's rare for Li Jianzhong to forge swords for others personally," Wen Hujiu urged with his eyes wide open.

It is well known that the swords forged by King Li Su are all extraordinary. No one in the world can match his sword-forging skills. If others want to ask him to forge a sword, it depends on his mood, which cannot be measured by money.

The next moment, there was no reply from Baili Dongjun. There was only a "thump". He seemed to be drunk and fell asleep on the table.

"Alas!" Wenhujiu patted his forehead and was speechless. This nephew is really unique.

At this moment, the sword servant came back with a gentle smile.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Luo agreed that you can play a song with her later."

“Thank you,” Li Qiye thanked him, feeling overjoyed. Things turned out to be surprisingly smooth. He had originally wanted to hook up with Luo Xuan before trying to flirt with Luo Yanlu, but now he could save a lot of effort.

During the conversation, the fight on the stage was already heated, with swords flashing and sparks flying. The moves of the swordsmen became more exquisite and their strength became more and more superb.

However, compared to the competition for the High Mountain Sword, it was not as intense. The number of participants was greatly reduced, only about 20 to 30 people.

Everyone is very smart. At this level, the threshold of strength is not low. No one can fish in troubled waters and take the sword by trickery.

If you want to seize the Canghai Sword, you can only rely on your own strength

Soon, the winner was decided on the stage, and the ten Canghai swords fell into the hands of the ten people still standing on the stage. Everyone who got the sword smiled happily.

As one round ended, another began. The sound of the piano changed again, from the sea into the sky, giving people a feeling of soaring into the sky and looking down on all things. It was like Kunpeng, transformed into a bird, spreading its wings and flying high into the sky, soaring into the clouds for thousands of miles, majestic and magnificent.

But this time it was different. It was no longer just a maid or a man dancing with a sword on the stage. Instead, the swordsmith went up to the stage and personally demonstrated the sword he had forged.

The Yuntian Sword is ranked as the third grade, which is already the best sword. No one in the Immortal Palace can compete with it. It is the sword that countless swordsmen dream of.

It is rare to find a sword that is worth a thousand. It takes a swordsmith several years of hard work to make one. Naturally, the swordsmith wants to know where the sword belongs to, so that it will not be buried.

"This sword is called Caiyun. It is above the sky and can break through the clouds. Is there anyone willing to get it?" An octogenarian rushed out from behind the stage with a sword in his hand, and smashed into the stage with the sword, shouting:

The old man brought a sword into the arena, which was not a simple move and immediately caused discussion. It turned out that he was originally an elder of the Tianjian Sect, but in his later years he became obsessed with sword-making. He stayed in Mingjian Villa for six years and never returned to the sect, nor did he appear in front of the world.

I never thought that he would forge a Yuntian-grade sword as soon as he appeared. It was really shocking.

I sighed that although he was old, he was still ambitious and had achieved such success in another field, which explained what it means that a man with ambition never grows old.

The old man Tianjian even swore in front of everyone: "I will forge swords in Mingjian Villa for the rest of my life, and I wish to ask the Immortal Palace for a sword."

"This old man is really good. This is a typical chicken soup case. It can even be written into a textbook!" Li Qiye glanced at him and was full of praise.