In Group B and W, Qiantang got a bye and Wang Erzhu played against Huangshan.

Wang Erzhu played against Huangshan, and the outcome was no doubt.

On the contrary, Huangshan's expression was relaxed and free-spirited. He was no longer as steady and energetic as before. Since it was a inevitable defeat, he had to let everyone see his strength. It would not be embarrassing to lose to Wang Erzhu.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and the sky is green. The Huangshan sword is green and green. The sword is full of energy, and the sound of the sword is as sad as the long pavilion saying goodbye. Wang Erzhu is independent with his hands behind his hands, and the Orchid Pavilion rests safely in the scabbard.

Huangshan smiled and said: "It is a great pleasure to be able to face the enemy of Langya King Erzhu. I know that I will lose, but I have a golden elixir and a sword to ask you, so it is not a worthwhile trip."

Wang Erzhu posed in a posture of invitation, with a calm expression. Huangshan's spiritual power surged, and the sword blade trembled. With a farewell sword, it was as if the sound of farewell sounded in his ears. The sentimental women in the audience were even moved to tears.

The pear blossoms with the rain are very pitiful.

The light of the sword was like a rainbow, and it arrived in a blink of an eye. Wang Er's Zhulan Pavilion was three inches out of its scabbard, and Bi Liantian fell to the ground with a mournful cry like a cry. People with discerning eyes found that Bi Liantian's intelligence was gradually opening up. Once the sword has spirit, it is no longer an ordinary thing, but a human god.

soldiers.

It seems that the Qingzhu Sect has accepted a good disciple, who can resonate with the long sword and give birth to the sword spirit.

Wang Erzhu is not arrogant when it comes to victory. A swordsman who can give birth to a sword spirit deserves his respect. He clasped his fists with both hands and said seriously: "Wang Erzhu of Langya wears the sword Lanting."

The blue sky returns to its sheath, and Huangshan clasped his fists in return, "Huangshan, the green bamboo gate, carries the sword of the green sky."

This is the case in the world of martial arts, heroes cherish heroes.

The girls were moved to tears one after another. He was indeed a humble gentleman and a romantic swordsman.

In the Jixin group, Yelu Dashi had a bye, and Lu Shujing played against Xiao Yuhe.

The spear breaks through the formation, as the name suggests, the spear breaks through the formation like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Xiao Yuhe, a white-faced scholar, is also a proud disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. He was defeated miserably by Master Ye Lu's murderous intent in the last round, so he has to fight for some face in this round no matter what.

Wearing a sword called Dapeng, one thrust of the sword is like a Dapeng spreading its wings, which is majestic.

Yelu Dashi thought deeply: "The Xiaoyao Sect still has some abilities. If Xiao Yuhe hadn't been mentally weak, I would have won easily with swordsmanship alone. However, there is no suspense in this game."

Everyone thought so.

Sure enough, after more than thirty moves, Xiao Yuhe Dapeng was shot away. A cold-light gun tip was pressed against his throat. Xiao Yuhe clasped his fists and admitted defeat.

After one round of competition, there were only eight players left on the field. They were Xu Tong, Ye Lushi, Chen Jingtang, Qiantang, Wang Erzhu, Lu Shujing, Zhu Ziqi and Liu Xinsheng.

Liu Xinsheng was both happy and worried. What he was happy about was that he had made it into the top eight, but what he was worried about was whether he would be killed with one move in the next round.

Chen Kutang formed a seal with his hands, and a Bagua chart appeared on the stage, corresponding to the eight players. His spiritual power moved slightly, and the positions of the eight players rotated randomly. Suddenly, Chen Kutang lightly shouted: "Ding."

Immediately, the eight contestants in the next round appeared on the stage, namely

Zhu Ziqi plays against Liu Xinsheng.

Xu Tianran vs. Yelu Dashi.

Chen Jingtang vs. Qiantang.

Wang Erzhu versus Lu Shujing.

Zhu Ziqi couldn't help but smile, showing off her charm.

Liu Xinsheng also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the basics and would be gentler at least.

Zizui stood in the sky, Zhu Ziqi just looked at Liu Xinsheng with a smile, Liu Xinsheng suddenly made up his mind, and the hatred in his heart for decades suddenly appeared on the ring. It was a picture, and it was a part of Liu Xinsheng's heart.

resentment.

Picture scroll of

Up above, there are sects on the mountain, pavilions and pavilions, splendid mountains and rivers, abundant spiritual energy, fluttering long clothes, and all the immortal spirits.

Under the scroll, there are human beings at the foot of the mountain, huts and shabby houses, thousands of miles of fields, smoke curling from cooking stoves, ragged clothes, and everyone is as skinny as firewood.

Although there are few monks, they occupy the most resources in the world.

Although there are many mortals, they have neither food to satisfy their bellies nor clothing to cover their bodies.

The mountains only know martial arts reviews, sword lists, rouge lists, general lists, and Qingyun lists. Who knows the joys and sorrows of a mortal's life?

There are legends about the mountains in the world, and there are stories about the world in the mountains.

Liu Xinsheng was very emotional, and his inner sorrow and anger were like a river rolling thousands of miles a day.

Human world, human world, human world.

In the scroll, there is a child in the human world. Although his clothes are ragged, his smile is genuine.

Riding cattle and herding sheep, climbing trees to catch birds, and fishing in the water are all innocent and romantic.

In a flash, the boy fell in love with the girl next door.

Watching from a distance, not daring to come close to speak.

The girl next door got married, and he was so happy that he laughed, laughed, and cried.

A few years later, he also got married.

Although the girl is plain-looking, she is gentle and virtuous.

He works at sunrise and rests at sunset.

The small courtyard of thatched cottage is pleasant and harmonious.

In the coming year, a baby cries and new life comes.

Life goes round like this.

In an instant, he was sitting in the courtyard with gray hair, telling his grandson stories about his youth.

There is a virtuous grandma in the story.

There is also the girl next door who has never been forgotten.

This is the story of the human world, the lives of thousands of mortals. In just a few decades, no wonderful story can be told, and it cannot be included in the history books of princes and generals. However, it is hundreds of millions of ordinary mortals who have held up the

The backbone of the world.

As the scroll came to an end, Xu Tianran couldn't help but get wet in his eyes. It turned out that he was not alone.

Zhu Ziqi was deeply moved, it turned out that the world is so beautiful.

Liu Xinsheng sighed and was about to remove his spiritual power, and the scroll would disappear between heaven and earth.

Xu Tianran said anxiously: "Brother Liu, can you leave the scroll as a gift to me?"

Liu Xinsheng said sadly: "To the monks who have higher eyesight, ordinary people are nothing more than earthworms, ants, and indescribable summer insects. Their lives are only a few decades, but they struggle to survive, cannot practice, do not understand the great way, and are mediocre.

Inaction. Cultivating the Tao means thinking about the distance. After cultivating the Tao, you forget your roots. You only know that the way of heaven is elusive, and you don’t know the starting point is in the human world. The joys and sorrows of a mortal in just a few decades are less than the joys and sorrows of a monk in a century and a thousand years."

Xu Tianran said sincerely: "My dear Xu Tong, I hope there are human stories in the world."

A glimmer of light flashed through Liu Xinsheng's eyes, and he took out a blank scroll from his arms, with the inscription Zizhen, leaving two thick words: Human World. The story of the scroll was rubbed on the paper, and this is the famous painting "Human World" handed down from generation to generation.

The scroll turned into a rainbow and flew into Xu Tianran's hands. Xu Tianran caught it with both hands and put it in his arms.

The human world, a world that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of monks, is the paradise in the hearts of Xu Tianran and Liu Xinsheng.

Jinyang City has a population of 500,000, and only a few people from the upper class can come to watch the ceremony. The truly poor and humble mortals are still working day and night, serving the master and his wife. The servants who are lucky enough to watch the ceremony with the master, wife, young master, and young lady are all favored personal servants.

Maid and boy.

Of course, a large number of them are military dependents. Although they are small families, they still have a place in Jinwang City.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators looked moved, and the vast majority of the spectators were ordinary people. The people who came to watch the ceremony tonight were either rich or noble, and most of them were ordinary people.

Whether they are the children of officials, the military, or the children of wealthy families, they know deep down in their hearts that even though they have a place in Jinyang City relying on their status, they are still just ants in the eyes of the monks.

Liu Xinsheng raised his hands and clasped his fists, "I'm going to admit defeat."

Few people in the audience despised Liu Xinsheng. They were moved and happy in their hearts, but they did not dare to express their feelings. This is a world of monks. King Jin is a monk, the queen is a monk, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a monk, and Liu Xinsheng's paintings and words are deep to them.

I deeply agree, but still dare not say anything, and even show an expression of agreement.

The world of monks is ruthless. Even if it is a minister in the Jin Dynasty, no one dares to shake his position. However, how many years can a family be prosperous for a few years? Compared with the long and long inheritance of the monk sect, the wealth

But how dare three generations of mortals dare to offend the monks and have a grudge against the monks?

Zhu Ziqi bowed deeply in return, respecting him for caring about the world, and respecting him for daring to speak the truth.

Who said that being useless is a scholar?

Now that I have met a gentleman.

Xu Tianran bowed deeply to Liu Xinsheng who had surrendered on the stage. At this moment, in Xu Tianran's heart, Liu Xinsheng was not a monk but a real scholar.

Liu Xinsheng returned the courtesy from afar. I am a fellow-traveler and I am not alone.

In the eyes of the monks, Liu Xinsheng was just a clown. He knew he couldn't beat Zhu Ziqi, so he deliberately pulled off such a trick to win over the audience. It was a good move and a perfectly calculated move.

Li Tianxu just glanced at Liu Xinsheng coldly. He was a useless scholar. He didn't have ink in his stomach, he was just doodling.

This scene made Li Shiyu feel sad. She thought of the poor mother and son who lived in Zhuyuan. There was a little boy with a sweet mouth and a lot of eyes, who often followed her behind with two slugs and one sister at a time.

She likes her smart brother with penetrating eyes. Even though he is just a mortal, he is still her brother by blood. Although, in the entire palace, she may be the only one who thinks so.

Life is impermanent, and a living life just left him so far away. The memory of the last scene only stayed with him putting on a new suit of clothes, happily tugging on the hem of her skirt, and said with a smile: "Sister, I'll give it to you tomorrow night."

Now I can go out to enjoy the lanterns. I like to guess lantern riddles the most, and many sisters praise me for being smart."

If he were still alive, he might be as old as Xu Tong. Li Shiyu glanced at Xu Tong from a distance, and her heart surged. Those narrow eyes were exactly the same as those of nature. Li Shiyu couldn't help but stand up, cover her mouth and burst into tears.

A small figure overlaps Xu Tianran's body. Time has changed his size and appearance, but there are also residual marks. His eyes are still the same as when he was a child.

Li Shiyu knew everything that happened back then, but she couldn't change anything. After ten years of reunion, she originally thought he was dead and buried him deep in her memory.

It was an unexpected joy for Li Shiyu that Zhu Ziqi could come. When Xu Tianran came, she couldn't help being happy. With hot tears, she took out the ugly sachet from her arms and held it tightly, "My brother"

came back.

Li Shiyu was afraid that others would notice her strangeness, so she wiped away her tears quietly, sat down quietly, and looked at a blue shirt from a distance. Yes, he had always liked wearing blue shirts since he was a child, but he changed from silk to cloth.

Xu Tianran didn't know that Li Shiyu had recognized him. Liu Xinsheng's "Human World" picture made him reveal his true feelings for a moment. He never expected that Sister Shiyu had already recognized him with just one look.

Reunion brings joy deep in my heart.
Chapter completed!