Chapter 2 Three pillars stand together, nine points of the world ()

The story remained silent for fifteen years.

In the past fifteen years, winds and clouds have surged, mountains have collapsed, and the fire of change in the world has spread from Cangshan and Erhai to West Lake Lingyin. The light of the rising martial arts has spread from the clouds to the Kunlun peaks. In Lin Chujiang's generation, those who were persecuted by the war

The martial arts arena of the Song Dynasty was illuminated by the ghostly fire in the sleeping darkness, and it became more and more prosperous. By this summer of the second year of Qingyuan in the Southern Song Dynasty, the general situation of the martial arts world was decided.

It was a dark day with howling wind, huge currents and cirling clouds, and rolling fog and rolling waves. Looking at the Yangtze River, it was filled with mist. The water vapor carried an elegant old man with a piano in his hand and walked into the wine village on the bank. As soon as he came in, he saw the drinkers beside him.

All the warriors dressed as him were obviously not from the same group as him. They seemed to want to leave, but were afraid of being rude, so they had to sit down reluctantly.

An old man with gray hair among the guests took a sip of wine and continued in a low voice what someone said before: "No! The world today is made messy by the twelve of them! They are so arrogant that they simply don't care about the seniors.

In the eyes!"

All the elders nodded one after another, but heard a young man sneer: "Once the so-called seniors lose their ability, they will naturally give up their seats to the juniors. What is there to be dissatisfied about?"

"Oh? Brother, please tell me who the twelve juniors are? What level of ability are they?" Even the harp bearer was curious.

The young man glanced at him and knew that he was an amateur by looking at his attire. He smiled: "No wonder you don't know. You don't need to know their identities as well as I do. As long as you hear that half of the top fifty in the martial arts world will die."

The strength of twelve of them can be known by the hands of a little girl."

The player who held the piano said "Oh" with surprise and nodded involuntarily.

"That must be Lin Nianxi secretly causing trouble!" An old man immediately retorted, "How can a little witch of thirteen or fourteen years old kill so many martial arts masters with just one move?!"

"What a martial arts master! At this juncture, there are still people who are trying to argue that those traitors are martial arts masters! Are they worthy?!" The young man and the old man were tit for tat, refusing to give in to each other.

As soon as these words came out, the old men all blushed, but they were speechless and embarrassed. Of course they knew that in their mouths, those so-called martial arts masters were all gold and jade - although their martial arts were high, they were all inferior.

He was a traitor, so he was killed by Lin Nianxi!

The person holding the piano asked tentatively: "Aside from Lin Nianxi, is there a young man named Xu Mingyuan who can cross the Yangtze River with a hundred steps?"

The drinkers all said yes. When the young man mentioned Xu Yuan, they were both respectful and in awe: "It doesn't matter if you don't know anyone, but you have to know Xu Yuan. Xu Yuan, the prodigy of martial arts, has just turned eighteen this year, but since he was ten

He has been lurking in the Kingdom of Jin since the beginning, annihilating countless enemies, and is a hero of the Short Knife Valley! It is said that there was a master named Xue Wuqing in the Kingdom of Jin who fought with him in three moves, and it was determined that Xu Yuan's martial arts was the pinnacle of the Song Dynasty for twenty years!

"

"It's just a little trick!" the old men sneered, "What's there to show off? Who is Xue Wuqing? I've never heard of it!"

The young man sneered: "You really haven't heard of Xue Wuqing's name? That's really ignorant!"

The old man was speechless, and the person holding the piano sighed softly: "It is considered a rare talent to be as famous as Xu Yuan, but he is not even as young as the weakest one?"

The young man nodded: "These twelve people are divided into the 'three-legged tripod' and the 'nine-point world' in the world. One of the three legs is Lin Nianxi, a disciple of Yun Lan of the Diancang Sect, who is famous for his Xiyin Sword; the second is Lin Chujiang

Lin Qian, the son of Lin Qian, is good at drinking the Hate Sword. He will be the inevitable leader of the Short Knife Valley in the future. It is said that he is also Lin Nianxi’s fiancée. The other half of the top fifty people died at the hands of Lin Qian. Once the Xiyin Sword is matched,

I'm afraid the entire martial arts world is looking up to these two as the Drinking Hate Sword; the leader of the three is undoubtedly the genius Xu Yuan."

"I'm afraid all three of these three are young, so older may not be better." The old man was still unconvinced, "Lin Qian and his wife disappeared immediately after becoming famous. They have been missing for nearly two years. No one knows where they are. Lin Qian

It is not certain whether we can lead the Dantou Valley, and unifying the martial arts world is even more delusional."

The young man ignored him and turned to the person holding the qin: "Nine points of the world, as the name suggests, there are nine great masters, such as Hong Hanshu, whose hook is deep and far-reaching.

It’s a shame.”

The young man looked back at the old man with a hint of sarcasm: "Those nine people have not disappeared. Hong Hanshu is the leader of the Qilian Mountains. Most of the others have entered the Short Knife Valley. The anti-gold work that you cannot complete can only be completed by them. How can you have the nerve to look down on it?"

them!"

"Fart!" the old man was furious and shouted, "You bastard!"

The young man said sullenly: "Who are you calling a bastard!"

Another old man snorted and sneered: "What can you do to satisfy yourself by bragging about others? Why aren't you Xu Yuan or Hong Hanshu who make us feel inferior?"

The four or five old men in the wine village all burst into laughter. The old man who was speechless before looked at the young man: "You are just a turtle grandson. Boy, are you going to rely on Xu Yuan in the future? I'm afraid you are not even worthy of carrying shoes!" Old man

They laughed and laughed more happily.

The muscles on the young man's face were twitching intermittently, and the blue veins were faintly reflected on his head. No one noticed that his fist was almost crushed. There was no doubt that he could not bear it anymore.

"Look at how he looks. He's so thin and weak. He's not the material for martial arts at all! My little grandson, why don't you take off your sword and take the imperial examination tomorrow? How dare you hang out in the martial arts world if you don't have the skills? Do you think you know everything about the martial arts?

Once you get to know each other, you’ll be a master? You’re still a bit green!”

"Perhaps with this pretty face, we can deceive the daughters of several leaders of the Short Knife Valley, and they will become prosperous in the future. Little idiot, does grandpa have a thorough plan? Dreams can come true, and sparrows can also have great ambitions, hahahaha!"

How could the young man bear such humiliation? He shouted, overturned the table and drew his sword. The verbal battle quickly turned into a hand-to-hand fight!

Someone screamed, and the wine village that had been dull for a long time suddenly came to life. People came forward to watch the excitement. The old men showed no mercy and all showed their weapons to fight the enemy.

The young man's moves were mediocre, his swordsmanship was poor, and he had little experience. In addition, there were few enemies and many enemies. How could he withstand it? This unsuspicious contest had already been won within ten moves. The young man was forced to retreat step by step, and then fell.

He was rolling around on the ground to dodge, but with a "pop" sound, the sword in his right hand was heavily knocked away, and then a thick foot firmly stepped on his chest——

The old man said proudly: "My dear grandson, why don't you listen to grandpa and insist on being rough? Does this foot feel good?" He stepped down hard, but the young man couldn't move. He was forced to vomit blood from the mouth and face.

He was bruised and almost suffocated. When the crowd saw this, they were all surprised, frightened and scared, and they tried their best to retreat. When the waiter saw that someone was about to die, he quickly climbed out and hugged the old man's feet: "Mr. Dong, please do well.

, the small shop still needs to do business!”

The old man was so excited that he couldn't care less about him. He suddenly spun his legs that were being hugged and stood on top of the young man's chest. The young man let out a "Wow!" and blood flowed out. At the same time, the waiter hit the stone pillar softly.

He collapsed to the ground, his neck already crooked.

"Fight me!" The old man squinted at the young man's companion with a ferocious expression.

The girl was trembling, with tears streaming down her face. She backed away as she said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The old man laughed wildly. For a moment, the people around him held their breath and were trembling in a dilemma. The river was rolling in their ears, as if they could hear even the smallest sounds thousands of miles away!

The old man was still laughing wildly, but suddenly, like a nightmare, his head had separated from his body and landed on the girl's shoulder like a meteor. The girl saw a wet flesh ball sticking to her body, splattering plasma from time to time, and widening.

His mouth was closed and he fainted before he could make a sound.

In an instant, the winner is the enemy!!

Without hesitation, the people fled in all directions. The other four old men stood helpless in the center, looking around in horror and fear. They were targeted by masters, who killed them with one move, cruel and spicy. Thinking that Mr. Dong was just complacent, but...

His body and head were suddenly in a different place, and he didn't even know who that person was, which made it even more terrifying.

Apart from them, there was only one person left in the entire inn. Could it be him?!

The piano player who is always smiling and listening carefully?

They were trembling all over. The person holding the qin kept playing the qin, but could not hear the music. Every string was dark red. He killed people without blinking an eye, he was the real master!

The face of the person holding the piano fell, the strings vibrated slightly, and at the speed of a dragon crossing the river, another head left the body, and there was no time to breathe, two more!

The one on the far left was so frightened that he peed his pants, fell to his knees, and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

The person holding the piano sneered: "What is Xue Wuqing? You remember, he kills a row of people every time, leaving the one on the far left alive."

When the man heard these words, he was so frightened that he even lost his consciousness. The man who lost the piano glanced at the young man whose life and death were uncertain: "In the Jianghu of the Southern Song Dynasty, it was the limit to be able to dig out twelve people, and the ones behind were all rabble, Xiao Xiao defeated the leaves, the number of Qi was

It’s exhausted, there are no more talents, what a pity!”
Chapter completed!