Nightwatcher Chapter 101: Here comes

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"The Saintess of Tianzong and the eldest brother are friends. The two met in the Yunzhou case last year. The Saintess of Tianzong followed my eldest brother to fight the enemy courageously, slay the rebels and suppress the mountain bandits. "Xu Xinnian explained, taking a sip of tea.

These words were told by the elder brother, and the mother also said that this heavenly sage saint had formed a private army to suppress bandits in Yunzhou in the past year... The reason why the mother knew is that The Saintess of Tianzong told her herself.

The Saintess of Tianzong and Xu Yinluo forged a deep friendship.........Wang Simu was suddenly relieved, his face filled with a gentle smile, and said:

"I heard from Ke Qing from the mansion that Heavenly Sect Saint Li Miaozhen has the fourth-rank strength, and Chu Yuanzhen can compete with him, and the strength is not bad. Looking at the capital, such a young person has fourth-rank strength. There are only a handful of cultivation bases."

Chu Yuanzhen is not young anymore...Xu Xinnian nodded and said: "The two protagonists in the dispute between heaven and man are indeed the dragon and the phoenix among men."

Wang Simu said: "However, in a few years, Xu Yinluo will be able to compete with these two. After the battle, the capital is saying that Xu Yinluo's talent will not lose to Zhenbei King."

Xu Xinnian raised his jaw, and said in a calm tone: "Big brother's cultivation base is still a little worse. These rumors are all praise."

He seems to be very proud...Sure enough, complimenting Xu Qi'an is very good at pleasing Xu Cijiu... Wang Simu analyzed it in his heart.

The carriage drove slowly, and at the gate of the inner city, we ran into teams in Huaiqing and Lin'an. Two carriages made of golden nanmu stopped at the gate of the city.

"Your Highness, do you think that is Miss Wang's carriage?"

The maid who raised the curtains to look at the scenery, saw Wang Simu's carriage, turned her head and told Lin'an with joy.

"It's really my sister's carriage," Lin'an leaned over to take a look, smiled openly, and ordered: "Go and inform, ask her to come over, I want to ride with her."

The maid shouted immediately.

On the other end, Wang Simu in the carriage heard the call and opened the curtain in amazement. He saw the yellow silk cover of the golden nanmu carriage opposite, embroidered with the word Lin'an.

Immediately smiled and responded: "His Royal Highness Lin'an."

Lin'an pushed aside the maid, raised the curtain with her bare hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Simu also goes to Weishui to watch the dispute between heaven and man?"

Wang Simu said sweetly.

Lin'an became happy for a while, the peach blossom eyes bend into crescent moons, and he beckoned his little hand: "Come, come to this palace."

Wang Simu was about to speak, suddenly frowned, Xiupa covered his nose and mouth, coughing violently.

Lin'an said with concern: "What's wrong."

Wang Simu helplessly said: "I caught the wind and cold a few days ago, and I have taken a few doses of medicine. It is no major problem. However, even though it is embers, it is not good to infect His Highness."

Mounting mounted with regret and told Miss Wang to rest well.

Wang Simu smiled. At this moment, when she saw the carriage in front, the window of the carriage was suddenly lifted, and her eyes were as clear as a cold pool, giving her a cold look.

In an instant, Wang Simu felt that all his careful thoughts and thoughts were clearly seen.

She smiled reluctantly and lowered the curtain.

Wang Simu was relieved when the carriage was driving out for a while, patted his chest, and looked at Xu Xinian and said: "I am most afraid of getting along with His Royal Highness Huaiqing, she is too smart."

Xu Xinnian smiled.

With an open mind and firm will, he can face all situations indifferently. It doesn't matter even if you see your inner thoughts.

This point is that Xu Erlang has experienced several social deaths and tempered himself out of the city.

Life is the best teacher.

Two golden nanmu carriages, waiting for a long time at the gate of the inner city, finally waited for eight silver gongs, leading a dozen silver gongs and more than 30 bronze gongs, and the team came on horseback neatly.

The last golden gong was on duty at the Yamen for several days and could not leave.

Seeing the appearance of the people who fight the guards, the mounting is in a daze. She always feels that there are too few guards to ensure the safety of herself and Huaiqing in a mixed environment.

Bingzhu’s trust in Huaiqing, Biaozhu did not raise this question.

"With so many golden gongs and silver gongs, Huaiqing and I will be safe even if there are thousands of soldiers on the opposite side." Biao Biao's heart was instantly at ease.

Huaiqing lifted the curtains and glanced at the shifter, frowned: "Where is Xu Ningyan?"

Jiang Luzhong shook his head and scolded with a smile: "This kid sits in the hall for three days, fishing and two days on the net. Most of the time, he can't find anyone. Who knows why he went."

Huaiqing nodded, lowered the curtain, the team started, and passed through the outer city. After driving on the official road for more than half an hour, the carriage slowly stopped.

"Your Highness, you can only walk further forward."

said the chief guard.

Huaiqing and Lin'an each got out of their wagons, both in strong outfits. The former had a full chest, and the front and back were raised, showing the plump figure of a woman.

The latter uses a moire ribbon to outline the waist of the water snake, which is twisted in a variety of ways while walking. Obviously he has never made any seductive behaviors, but he is even more charming and seductive than his sister Huaiqing.

Under the protection of the guards and the guards in the palace, Huaiqing and Lin'an left the official road and walked into the wasteland full of weeds. After walking for a quarter of an hour, Lin'an's trousers and small cotton boots were covered with dew and grass. end.

"A lot of people..."

Lin'an suddenly stopped and sighed.

The width of the Weishui River is 20 meters wide. During the flood season, the width of the river will even rise to 30 meters. At this time, the two sides of the Weishui River were crowded with people standing in the dark, there were people from the rivers and lakes who carried knives and swords, and there were also people from Beijing who came out to see the bustling market.

Moreover, there are idle dudes in the capital, officials who take time off to watch the dispute between heaven and man, and nobles such as honors and nobles.

Of course, students from the Imperial College and Yunlu Academy, as well as wealthy daughters like Wang Simu are indispensable.

All these people brought dozens of guards, arbitrarily cleared the field, and occupied a place exclusively.

"Clear the venue."

Huaiqing, who picked a good spot, waved his hand and ordered the guards to work.

"Another big man is here."

"That woman is so beautiful, hiss...there are so many golden gong guards beside him?!"

The chased out people seem to be used to it, and they change positions in curses, and incidentally gossip about the identity of Huaiqing.

"She is our Dafeng eldest princess, entitled Huaiqing." A person from the capital said.

"Remember, she was sitting in the imperial shed during the battle that day."

"The princess we are honored with is actually such a beautiful beauty in this country, is there a marriage? Who is the husband?"

"None of the four princesses of the royal family were married, and they were in their boudoir. The one beside her was the second highness Lin'an. I think Lin'an Princess......"

I originally wanted to comment on a few words, but thinking that the golden gongs are so clever and eye-catching, they probably heard the discussion here, and immediately shut up and didn't dare to discuss the princess.

Mounting in the crowd, looking around, frowning: "Where is the dog minion, Huaiqing, where is the dog minion."

Huaiqing ignored her.

"Go away and go away..."

At this moment, there was a loud shout, and Huaiqian and Huaiqing turned around and looked at them. Dozens of hard-wearing armor wielded scabbards to drive away the crowd.

The warriors guarded a woman wearing a drapery hat. The veil was hung down and there was a veil inside. A warrior with the highest cultivation level could not see the woman's true face through the two layers of protection.

"The princess is here, let's go say hello." Biaobi looked at Huaiqing.

Huaiqing turned his face coldly, dismissively.

The golden gongs turned their heads and looked at the princess who was surrounded by the guards, their eyes full of curiosity.

The princess of Zhenbei is known as the first beauty of Dafeng, but she is rarely seen by people. It is not the first time that the Jin gong present has seen her, but every time she has done layers of protection, she has no chance to see her. Content.

"Even she is here, and the princess did not disturb the princess last time." Jiang Luzhong sighed.

"The fighting method is mysterious and mysterious. What's so good about it? The battle between heaven and man in the Taoist sect is one time. It has been brewing for more than a month, and no one is not curious." Zhang Kaitai said.

At this time, when we first arrived at Mao, three quarters of an hour later, it was a dispute between heaven and man.

Hundreds of people gathered on the Weishui River. They were looking forward to the next battle. The expressions of the people were cheerful, like going to a market.

Outside the crowd, a pergola was set up to sell tea and early food at a higher price than the stalls in the inner city.

The look of the people in the arena is expectation and excitement. The battle between heaven and man is one time, and every time it is a prosperous period of great Feng Jianghu, second only to the martial arts convention held every 13 years.

"Hey, look, Liu Yun from Double Sword Gate is here, is the master Cheng Hensheng next to her?" someone cried.

Looking at the sound, a group of people from the rivers and lakes in strong costumes came. They were characterized by dark skin and sharp eyebrows with two scimitars on their backs.

One of the little girls with double knives on their backs is very beautiful, with wheat-colored skin and sharp eyes, just like a vigorous female leopard, very wild.

She followed a middle-aged man, who was restrained, as if not as sharp as the doorman behind him.

...........

"The people from Luya Sword Pavilion are also here. The Butterfly Sword blue color dress is so beautiful and well-deserved."

"What is the cultivation base of the pavilion master Lan Huan now? I remember last year it was rumored that he broke through to become a fourth-rank martial artist."

"I saw Girl Rongrong in Wanhualou, hehe, she is a charming little fairy."

"Are those monks from Qinglong Temple?"

As the time for the decisive battle approaches, more and more masters of the Jianghu sect have arrived. They are different from the casual repairs, they are "big men" with territories and famous names.

The pavilion master of the Luya sword pavilion, Lan Huan picked a good position with a wide view, and turned his head back, examining the master of the Shuangdaomen not far away, clasping his fists:

"It is said that the master of Shuangdaomen is unfathomable. I saw it today and it was well-deserved."

Plain opening remarks.

The dark-skinned, unsmiling double-knife sect master looked over and said lightly: "Pavilion Master Lan is too acclaimed, I am not as good as you."

He hasn't reached the fourth rank.

What? Is the master of the Double Sword Gate not as good as the master of the Luya Jian Pavilion?

The eyes of the people around the rivers and lakes brightened, and they were excited to eat a big melon. In the future, they can use this "secret" to gain eyeballs when they brag about them with friends and family.

The sweet-looking and lively blue Caiyi Butterfly Sword looked at Liu Yun, the wheat-skinned two-door female heroine, and the eyes of both sides touched, Lan Caiyi proudly stood up.

Liu Yun narrowed her eyes and glanced away with disdain.

Lan Huan continued: "Sect Master, the two sects of heaven and human are fighting each other, which one do you think has the better chance of winning?"

"The two sects of heaven and man have fought for thousands of years. We have won each other's victory and defeat. Let's not decide who is higher and lower. However, Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen have a higher chance of winning." Shuangdao The doormaster said.

"Why?" Lan Huan asked with a smile.

"Chu Yuanzhen was hailed as the number one swordsman in the capital by Wei Yuan six years ago. At that time, Li Miaozhen was still a young man. Based on this background alone, he surpassed Li Miaozhen." said the master.

Lan Huan had a different view, saying: "You don't know, that Chu Yuanzhen is a well-known disciple of Renzong, who is in the martial arts system, and he is practicing Renzong Kendo.

"There is a problem with the road, and Li Miao is really the sage of the Heavenly Sect."

There are actually these inside stories...the people who eat melons are full of gusto.

Suddenly, some people in the capital asked loudly: "How are these two people better than our Xu Yinluo?"

Lan Huan laughed at the words, but did not answer.

The master of the double knife gate sneered.

"Hey, you two husbands, what does that mean."

The people in the capital are not happy.

Butterfly sword blue color clothes looked around everyone, and said crisply:

"Although Xu Yinluo is a talent of Tianzong, he is comparable to Zhenbei King, but he is only a seventh-rank martial artist. And the disciple Chu Yuanzhen of the human sect and the sage Li Miaozhen of the Tianzong, the former was able to compete with The fourth-rank golden gong is inextricably difficult to solve. Although it is defeated, after so many years, the strength may not lose the fourth-rank.

"Li Miao really dared to come to the capital to play the battle book, naturally he is also the fourth grade."

The people in the capital don't know how to practice, but they still understand the simple classification of ranks. It turns out that the great hero Xu Yinluo in their minds is just a seventh-rank martial artist?

The two protagonists in the dispute between heaven and man are indeed Grade 4.

"You fart, you dare to slander Xu Yinluo, everyone throws stones at her."

"The little girl has a long and handsome skin, but her mouth is very foul, hetui..."

The common people were very disappointed, and then anger surged, and anger came to Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi.

"Huh, the dog minion is clearly Rank 6." Biao Biao said.

She felt a little unhappy. In Lin'an's understanding, her dog minion was a great hero, and she was alone in blocking thousands of rebels in Yunzhou. Frustrated Buddhism Arhat in front of the Observatory.

This is something that big people can do.

She always thinks that dog minions are the best, but now she is compared and analyzed. Suddenly found that the rank of the dog minion was only 7th.

This kind of huge drop makes her very uncomfortable.

"In Dafeng Capital, at a young age, with a fourth-rank cultivation base, no more than five fingers." A quack and lake guest wrapped in a black robe said in a deep voice.

"Well, Xu Yinluo must be called a fourth-rank martial artist, but he is still too young now, and there is a big gap between Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen." Another personage added.

Boom!

A stone smashed over and shattered on the invisible gas shield.

The gangster was furious, but he did not dare to attack. This is the boundary of the capital city, surrounded by high-ranking officials and masters of the government. If he dared to hurt civilians, he would surely attract severe punishment from the strong.

"Nonsense, Xu Yinluo broke the golden body with a single blow, so majestic. How could it be possible to have only seven products."

"That's why Chu Yuanzhen is so powerful, why doesn't he fight the law and break the golden body of the young monk."

"I think that among the young masters in Beijing, only Xu Yinluo is the best. You guys, just don't look at the scenery of Yinluo."

The curse was everywhere, and the common people responded fiercely and filled with indignation.

They could curse and curse, seeing that there were no people in the community to speak for Xu Yinluo, and even the officials and the policemen did not speak. They gradually believed this fact.

Great disappointment filled my heart.

At this moment, the sound of howling wind came from the top of the head, and a figure flew with a sword, freezing over the Weishui River.

This person is dressed in Tsing Yi, has a handsome face, is not very old, but not too young, a strand of white hair hanging down his forehead tells of his vicissitudes of life.

"Chu Yuanzhen!"

Below, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

When the voice fell, another whistling sound rang out, and in the distance, the woman stepping on the flying sword came quickly and stopped opposite Chu Yuanzhen.

The saint of Tianzong wears a simple Taoist gown, ebony Taoist hairpins, her melon seeds have a fair and sharp face, her eyes are like lacquer, and her lips are thin. Just as the rumors say, she is a beauty that makes people shine.

Seeing this scene, the capital people who were still annoyed the moment before suddenly lost their voice.

The flying sword~IndoMTL.com~ stands in the air, this is a fairy character who only exists in the storytelling population. In such a comparison, Xu Yinluo, who often travels on horseback, does not have enough space.

"Today's battle, do your best." Li Miaozhen stared at the Qingshan swordsman opposite.

"Okay." Chu Yuanzhen nodded.

The duel between the Dao heads is a matter for the Dao heads. The current dispute between heaven and man is between the two of them.

Chu Yuanzhen knew that if Luo Yuheng could not break through the first rank, the struggle between heaven and man would be fierce. If he avoids this battle, Ren Zong will still send other disciples to fight.

Rather than losing to Li Miaozhen and shameful, he might as well come. There are at least three opportunities to win.

It's also considered the grace of the human sect to grant swords.

"Everyone, withdraw ten feet." Chu Yuanzhen shouted.

On both sides of the Weishui River, the onlookers retreated "crashing".

The dispute between heaven and man was on the verge of breaking out, and countless eyes stared at the two in mid-air, both nervous and excited.

Suddenly, the melodious piano sound rang with great penetrating power, echoing in the air above the Wei River, echoing in the fields in the morning light.

The sound of the piano was so uncoordinated that it disrupted the rhythm of Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, and vented their rising momentum.

Chu Yuanzhen saw Li Miaozhen's face suddenly stiff, and couldn't help but look back... Then Chu Zhuangyuan's face also froze.

The crowd of onlookers followed the sound of the piano and saw a awning boat floating in the distance. A tall young man stood proudly on the bow of the boat, leaning on a knife, looking at the undulating river with a timeless expression.

He is here, slowly coming in the exclusive bgm.

............

PS: Headache, chest tightness, and weakness. Heatstroke caused electrolyte imbalance. After scraping, the headache relieved, but at night, there was sudden pain. If Minger doesn't get well, I have to go to the hospital.