My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 154: ? 15 years of dying fame.

Jiangling Mansion, Luoshen Lake.

A flower boat is rippling on the lake, the setting sun is like fire, reflecting the sky full of colorful clouds, which are reflected on the lake like a mirror, sparkling with the breeze.

Under the guard of many flower boats, a flower boat like a tall building stands majestically, with carved cornices and blue tiles and glazed tiles, which is full of romance.

It's like a majestic and luxurious pavilion on the flat ground, with various carvings, extremely luxurious.

The flower boat is huge, with nine stories above the deck, and in front of the flower boat’s pavilion, there is a sword floating.

Swords exuding frosty glow, the sword is suspended out of thin air, as if supported by a strange force, around the sword, there are sword auras lingering one after another, like flying snow flocks, dazzling and blurred.

This is "Piaoxue", one of the ten famous swords in the world.

He is also the protagonist of this sword-watching conference.

And around, on the flower boats, there are many Confucian scholars and scholars with hands on their backs, Confucian shirts flying, standing on the bow, looking at the sword floating in front of the tallest flower boat, they are all amazed.

Appreciating the sword, the world's famous sword, is indeed a grand event.

Below the Floating Snow Sword, there is a gentle old man with a clean face and strong clothes sitting quietly, surrounded by the famous oiran among the flowers of Luoshen Lake. They all gather together and play together. Playing beautiful tracks.

The old man closed his eyes and listened.

Behind the old man, there is also a feminine figure standing with a knife. Although feminine, the eyes are full of coldness, scanning all sides.

Many literati poosers looked at this old man, all showing fear.

Wei Chisui!

The celebrities next to Xia Huang, the smashing chief executives, are unfathomable in strength, and they are the strong players of the previous generation.

It is the existence of this person that makes this sword-watching conference become orderly, even those who have already rushed here, dare not make any changes.

"Have you seen that flower boat? On it is the strongman of Daxia Feiliu Jian Pavilion. Feiliu Jian Pavilion is Daxia's famous sword sect. It is said that it is the first-class sect in the record of the imperial court. ."

"There are also the flower boats of the Meteor Sword School! They are all masters with swords, and a world-famous sword was born, which attracted many people to wait and see."

"And that flower boat, I heard from the Wu family of the great Chu swordsman family."

A literati poker leaned on the railing of the flower boat, looking at the many flower boats floating on Luoshen Lake, his expression was a little excited.

On the shore of Luoshen Lake, some people from the rivers and lakes who were not qualified to board the flower boat even blocked the water blocked by the white jade fence on the shore.

Some people watching the excitement are also on the inner and outer layers.

The hustle and bustle is full of human heads.

This is a grand event, but for the people of Jiangling Prefecture, it is also a romantic event.

The Guixiang Building on the bank of Luoshen Lake.

This romantic sacred place in Jiangling Mansion in the old days is now even more lively. Although it is only at sunset, the lanterns have been hung and the lanterns have begun to come on.

The boxes on each floor, and every location where you can watch the Sword Appreciation Conference on Luoshen Lake, are even more expensive, making them a geomantic place that is difficult to buy.

Guixiang Building, the top floor.

The carved wooden window was pushed open.

Chu Tiannan held the blue and white porcelain wine glass in his hand, leaning against the window, his face calmly looked like the surface of Luoshen Lake covered with crumpled gold.

Old Huang looked drunk, with the smell of rouge on his face that hadn't dissipated, and approached Chu Tiannan.

"Why doesn't Master Xiaohou go to join in the fun?"

"This time at the sword appreciation meeting, it was a pit, the pit dug for Luo Hong. It just so happened that Master Xiaohou would not go up and be ashamed?"

"Besides, Xiao Hou Ye lost Chunjun. If he could get the snow from Uncle Luo Hong, it would be a great pleasure."

Old Huang smiled, grinning, showing yellow teeth.

Hearing this, Chu Tiannan glanced at Lao Huang blankly.

"The one I lost was Chunjun, and the one I brought back must also be Chunjun, besides... this floating snow sword is the saber used by Luo Hongchen. I still admire Luo Hongchen. Back then Fenghua is peerless, overwhelming many arrogant talents, dominating the yellow list, the mysterious list, and the top three lists. I admire it very much."

"So, I won't take any action at this sword-watching conference, just treat it as a tribute to the object I once admired."

Chu Tiannan said lightly.

"Besides, the prince hung up Luo Hongchen's sword purely for the purpose of smashing the Luo family in the face. The purpose was to slay Luo Hong. Naturally, someone from the Chu family would take action without me."

"Besides, before I'm not sure to win Luo Hong, I went...it doesn't make much sense."

"The most important thing is that I just lost my old love, so I'm looking for a new love... the reputation will be bad."

After Chu Tiannan finished speaking, he poured all the wine in the blue and white porcelain cup into his mouth.

Old Huang rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Afterwards, he looked at the beautiful scenery where countless flower boats competed against each other in the sunset.

"Little Houye, do you say that Luo Hong dare to come? To be honest, I really can't think of any reason for him...Wei Qiansui guards the sword, even if Luo Hong can really win the sword, I am afraid that it is enough. "

"It is difficult to get out of Jiangling Mansion alive."

Old Huang said.

Chu Tiannan took a deep breath, holding the wine glass, leaning over the window, squinting.

"He will come because...has already come."

After finishing speaking, Chu Tiannan made a verbal gesture towards the white jade arch bridge to the south.

Lao Huang looked at it, and suddenly "Huh", his mouth smashed, and he whispered.

"It's really here, I really dare to come..."

……

The carriage is leisurely, and its wheels run over the smooth bluestone road.

Because of Zhang Zhifu's reminder, Yuan Xiazi drove directly to Luoshen Lake with Luo Hong.

Passing the Baiyu Arch Bridge, there is a bustling crowd.

Luo Hong opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at everything outside, couldn't help but smile.

"It's so lively."

Yuan Xiazi sat on the front of the car with a bamboo pole and nodded.

"In this world, there is never a shortage of people to watch the excitement."

"I hope they are really just watching the excitement, but they don't know how many people with ulterior motives are hidden among those watching the excitement." Luo Hong curled his lips.

The carriage continued to move, and I didn't know what method Yuan Xiazi used. The crowd seemed to be divided by an invisible force, like a sea that couldn't close together.

The carriage moved forward and came to the white jade railing, and Fang stopped.

Yuan Xiazi leaned on the carriage frame and hesitated to ask: "My son, let's watch the excitement for a while. If we go out too early, we may be targeted."

In the carriage, Luo Hong smiled, but did not respond.

The target of public criticism?

From the moment he left Anping County, he was already a target of public criticism.

Even, at this moment, a lot of eyes have gathered, falling on the carriage where Luo Hong is, as if to look through the carriage and look directly at Luo Hong in the carriage.

Many gazes are playful, many gazes contain murderous intent, and many gazes contain sneers.

However, the carriage was extremely quiet, there was no movement, and there was no reaction to these gazes.

In the crowd, not far from the carriage.

A beautiful figure wearing a veil and a piano case on his back looked at Luo Hong's carriage slightly dazed.

Under the veil, the faintly exposed brows were gently twisted, "Hong Chen's nephew?"

"It's a loving and righteous child, but I really shouldn't have come."

"Hong Chen has been dead for fifteen years, the Luo family has endured it for so many years, can't you continue to endure it?"

At the moment, the woman's eyes are crying and smiling, with relief, sadness, and more melancholy and disappointment.

On Luoshen Lake.

Closed his eyes, Wei Qiansui opened his eyes while listening to the singing of many oirans.

The moment he opened his eyes, all the voices disappeared, and the oiranes were silent, afraid to make any more noises.

Wei Qiansui raised his eyes, crossed the sparkling lake, and landed on the carriage behind the white jade fence.

The corners of the mouth can't help but pick up slightly.

"Good boy, I really dare to come, even with our sword guard..."

Wei Qiansui was surprised, with a somewhat surly smile.

Looking at the floating snow sword floating in front of the pavilion, he raised his hand and flicked it lightly.

Ding!

Piaoxuejian suddenly uttered a crisp sound of sword chanting, and the sound spread, seeming to form an undetectable wave, spreading across the entire lake.

The world became quiet at this moment.

All the whispers, all the people who talked freely closed their mouths at this moment.

Wei Qiansui got up. He didn't wear the clothes of an eunuch. Instead, he wore a brocade suit with his hands on his back. His complexion was white, and his ears had two strands of white hair with a little vicissitudes of life.

He stood on the bow of the tall flower boat, looking straight at Luoshen Lake.

"Our family was ordered by the prince to hold this sword appreciation conference. Piaoxue, one of the ten most famous swords in the world, was once the sword of Luo Hongchen, the Tianjiao. Unfortunately, Tianjiao has passed away, and the famous sword cannot be without. Lord, today’s Sword Appreciation Conference is also a conference to find the master of the sword, to find the master for the famous sword."

"It has long been heard that Jiangling has occupied the heaven and the underworld. The prince ordered our family to hang the sword at Louguan. Please write poems by Jiangling literati, and the famous swords will be matched with masterpieces. This sword appreciation conference can be completed."

"So, if you want to compete for the famous sword and snow, you need a poem to be the place for the sword, and you can enter the poem with the second-grade cultivation level and below."

Wei Qiansui stood on the bow, with a somewhat sharp voice lingering on the lakeshore.

"Some people may not understand poetry. It's okay. You can ask a literati to help you write a poem, or you can spend a lot of money to buy a masterpiece as a stepping stone to the sword."

Wei Qiansui said with a smile on his face.

The words fall.

Across the entire lake, among the many flower boats, everyone was in an uproar.

The rules...Where is the sword appreciation conference, this is the sword humiliation conference!

How does this make the Piaoxuejian different from the Oiran of Guixianglou?

It's all money...

You can get there if you have money.

Many people kept silent. The Piaoxue Sword was originally the sword of Luo Hongchen, the Tianjiao of the Luo family, but at this moment, this move made it clear that he was humiliating the Luo family.

The top of Guixiang Tower.

Chu Tiannan curled his lips. If one day after his death, his Chunjun was **** like this, he would be so angry that he would turn over the coffin board.

In many flower boats, the literati poosers are very excited. They don't care whether it is humiliation or not. They only know that it is time for them to become famous.

In the flower boat of Wu's house in Da Chu.

A middle-aged man carried a pinewood sword case on his back, but sneered and shook his head.

"The famous sword bears luck. Although Luo Hongchen is dead, his vitality may still remain. By doing this, he intends to defeat the Piaoxuejian's vitality. No matter what, the Piaoxuejian is also one of the ten famous swords. After you get it, you can slowly accumulate qi."

The middle-aged man said lightly.

Afterwards, he beckoned to find a young man, "Go find a talented Liu, and buy him a poem."

"Here." Xiao Si bowed and exited the flower boat.

And in the crowd.

Hearing this, Yuan Xiazi turned his face slightly and frowned.

Seems to be listening to the movement in the carriage.

In the carriage, Luo Hong was stroking the human skin book. Those who were able to stand up and grab the sword at this time naturally came to humiliate the Luo family. They were enemies of the Luo family. The smile on Luo Hong's face became more and more concentrated.

In the distance, the woman in the veil with the piano case on her back frowned, and murderous intent surged in her eyes.

The commotion of the crowd is like a gust of wind. Many people who watch the fun are very excited. Naturally, the more fun they like, the better.

Of course, the most excited people are the literati poker on the flower boat.

Many swordsmen and monks have heard the news, and literati and poems are naturally good at composing poems. Therefore, many swordsmen have boarded the flower boats of many literati and poos, or bought poems from the literati on the shore.

There are even some excellent poems, which are even more expensive.

Wei Qiansui could not help but **** his mouth as he felt the breeze blowing by the lake with his hands on his back.

Suddenly.

Above the lake, a swordsman with a sword slung on his waist jumped out of the flower boat, his toes point on the lake, making the lake surface ripples, and his body was like a flying swallow floating in front of a huge flower boat. On the lake.

This is a swordsman with a fifth-grade cultivation base, and his expression is a little excited at this moment. Since there is no one to start, he will lead the battle, and he will be able to make a strong mark in this sword appreciation meeting.

He took out a piece of paper and threw it abruptly onto the ship.

"Wei Qiansui, in the Lower Beiling Liu Family, Liu Yuehua, also from the family of Jian Jian, this is a poem purchased at a cost of one thousand taels of silver, can you knock on the door of this sword appreciation conference?"

The swordsman laughed heartily.

The little **** beside Wei Qiansui lightly took the piece of paper on which the poem was written.

"Read."

Wei Qiansui glanced at the people below and said lightly.

The little **** cleared his throat immediately, with a slightly sharp, crisp voice, chanting poems, haunting Luoshen Lake.

Quiet, the whole lake is extremely quiet.

A pair of eyes were exposed from it, staring at the swordsman standing on the lake with a sword on his waist.

"What a ‘one sword goes out of the sky, the immortal does not face the dust’, the value of one thousand taels of flowers!"

The swordsman laughed, laughter haunting the lake.

Many swordsmen around are ready to move, and they are also planning to rush into Luoshen Lake to open up their reputation.

However, many people looked at the horse-drawn carriage behind the white jade fence beside the lake with a smile.

They want to see how Luo Hong will react.

Luo Hongchen's relics were regarded as grandstanding...As the Luo family, how would Luo Hong react?

Of course, in the eyes of many people, what can Luo Hong do?

It's about forbearance.

After all, it has just started now, is it possible that Luo Hong will jump out directly?

Even Blind Yuan felt so.

It's really not a good thing to show up too early.

Suddenly, Yuan Xiazi was startled.

He found the curtain of the carriage behind him opened.

Luo Hong who had been in the carriage~IndoMTL.com~ got out of it.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

Yuan Xiazi was surprised.

Luo Hong glanced at Yuan Xiazi, "What else can I do? Of course it is to kill them."

Luo Hong smiled, took out the human skin book from his arms, and wrote the name "Liu Yuehua" with a personal charcoal pen.

Next moment.

While the white clothes fluttered, he jumped out of the carriage.

The splendid and dazzling Zhengyang Qi rises into the sky, like a blazing sun in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Luo Hong rushed out of the carriage, and Xiaodouhua got out of the carriage excitedly and stood beside Yuan Xiazi.

And Luo Hong, in white clothes, floats, stepping on the white jade fence, flying straight out in the eyes of many surprises, like Feihong stepping on the mud of the snow and stepping on the surface of Luoshen Lake.

Pinch the finger of the sword and recite the poem by mouth.

"Jieyu joined the army in a daze, and Saibei is full of words and hatred."

"One Xiao, one sword to pacify the business, and a fame for fifteen years."

"My uncle Luo Hong Hongchen sword."

"Wait, you deserve to be insulted too?"

The words fall.

As everyone's eyes tighten.

Luo Hongjian raised his finger lightly, on the carriage, amidst Xiaodouhua's exclamation.

The pure Jun sword went out of its sheath and soared into the sky.

Luo Hong pointed at Liu Yuehua, the fifth-grade swordsman standing on the surface of the lake.

The pure Jun sword is superimposed with three hundred and six sword energy, and the sword is slashed.

Liu Yuehua didn't even have time to draw a sword, and her expression froze.

Sword energy penetrated his body, countless blood sprayed, Liu Yuehua was chopped in half, and the body fell into the lake.

Everyone sucked in air, their eyes narrowed.

No one thought that Luo Hong would appear so soon.

Even, in a thunderous posture, a sword...killing.

After Luoshen Lake swallowed Liu Yuehua's corpse, he was even more afterwards chopped out by a slender white wave by Luo Hong with a sword...

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