After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 198|Fully maxed out
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This time Lu Cixian went to Kunshan, it was a little different from before. At that time, she was unknown and participated in the Dharma discussion meeting, firstly to gain experience, and secondly to become famous.
But this time, I don’t know how many people are secretly staring at "him", staring at this newly emerged monk from Buping Academy, waiting to see how capable he is, staring at the old sword in his hand Wen Si Xing is one of the five famous Confucian swordsmen.
In the evening, rolling thunderclouds accumulated in the sky, and it began to rain. The long mountain peaks reflected the light red and gray-green sky. The wind was strong, and the golden snakes were winding, just like a sword from God slashing at the tiny ants, tearing apart the common people. A huge gap opened, and a huge thunderstorm fell.
On this rainy night, Lu Cixian went up the mountain.
Before entering the mountain gate, I was greeted.
During the day, there is a long street at the foot of Kunshan Mountain, called "Dingjiu Street". It is a bit like a market. There are restaurants, shops, and inns. Many disciples are trading here. It is a must for going to Kunshan. Through the road.
Xiao Sanlang was standing under the eaves to take shelter from the rain with a gloomy look on his face. There were also several Kunshan disciples standing next to him who had missed the access control time and were also taking shelter from the rain.
There were men and women, talking quietly.
Xiao Sanlang crossed his chest expressionlessly.
He has been with Xiao Huan as a guard since he was a child. Today during the day, I don’t know whether he suddenly changed his temper or something. He has always been able to lie down but not sit down. Xiao Huan, who had to ride in a sedan, suddenly took the initiative to take him down Kunshan on his noble legs and go shopping on Dingjiu Street.
Unexpectedly, just when his young master asked him to wait here for a while, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He has been waiting for almost two hours! !
Thinking of this, Xiao Sanlang felt a little sad and could only squat under the eaves, boredly reading the gossip on the jade slip.
For example... Qiao Wan on Yuqing Peak is "watery".
After brushing and brushing, Xiao Sanlang couldn't help but frown in disgust.
If you don’t practice hard every day, why are you gossiping about Qiao Wan on this jade slip? He had also heard of Qiao Wan's reputation, but there was nothing worth gossiping about anyway.
However, the Kunshan disciples around him didn't seem to think so. They were all discussing how many good brothers Qiao Wan had.
Xiao Sanlang looked up at the sky irritably, but he didn't know when the rain would stop. If it stopped, he could still walk around and kill time.
At this moment, he seemed to hear footsteps, subconsciously put the jade slip away and looked up.
In this rainy night, more than ten people suddenly walked up.
These more than ten people are all monks, and the leader is a young man.
The leading boy held a black umbrella in his hand and walked straight to the eaves, holding a black and gold rusty sword in his arms.
It seems that he was also hiding from the rain together.
When they met by chance, Xiao Sanlang had no interest in inquiring into other people's affairs.
However, the rusty sword in the young man's arms was full of smoke and blood. He couldn't help but look at it one more time, then withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the non-stop rain.
But as soon as I raised my head, there was some movement in the rainy night.
There was an old woman wrapped in tatters and carrying a basket. She stumbled under the eaves as if she couldn't bear the cold.
There were more than ten people standing under the eaves of the originally small roof, and it suddenly became a lot more crowded.
Xiao Sanlang frowned imperceptibly and moved a step to the side.
The old woman was shivering from the cold, tripped on the stone steps under the eaves, stumbled, and bumped into the young man. She realized that she had bumped into someone, held the young man's arm, and apologized uncontrollably while trembling.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, it was the old slave who didn't look at the road and disturbed the Immortal. I beg the Immortal to spare his life."
This voice is rough and pitiful.
The "girl" next to the boy was stunned for a moment: "Why are there still old people walking outside on this rainy day?"
And it’s a place like Kunshan?
Xiao Sanlang was stunned.
Yes.
Why are there still old people walking here on this rainy day? Still in a place like Kunshan,
Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, the rain in front of me suddenly turned violent. The old woman carrying a bamboo basket opened the curtain covering the basket. Under the curtain, a few dazzling clear lights suddenly appeared in front of me. This young man flew out! !
The male and female Kunshan disciples under the eaves all screamed: "Fellow Taoist, be careful!!!"
At this point it is too late to step back.
The young man did not retreat, but stood firmly.
Looking closely, what was shot out from under the curtain were several sharp hidden weapons.
As soon as the hidden weapon came close to me, it felt like it was isolated in front of me by something.
The young man calmly used his spiritual power with his backhand, and the next second, the dozen hidden weapons in front of him bounced back intact.
The old woman carrying the bamboo basket yelled, took a few steps back, suddenly stretched out her hand, and the tattered linen wrapped around her body was rolled up. In the blink of an eye, she turned into an adult man wearing a black robe.
A few rays of sword light rose and fell like the startled moonlight.
Xiao Sanlang and the boy looked up at the roof together.
At some point, more than a dozen "black robes" appeared on the roof, standing side by side on the roof, blocking the way.
These black robes also each hold an umbrella, with different shapes, some are black, some are white, some are green, some are yellow, some are red, and the umbrellas are also lined up. It added a lot of color to this dark rainy night.
Water droplets dripped down the umbrella surface, creating a hazy mist of water vapor.
"I don't know what I have done. Why are you fellow Taoists blocking the road here?" The young man's face was calm and his voice was low and cold.
In fact, you don’t need to ask, you know that he is blocking the road here because of the weapon in his hand. He has seen this battle all the way.
After all, when you go up the mountain and enter the mountain gate, you are within Kunshan's sphere of influence. There are ANBU disciples patrolling back and forth, so it is difficult to take action and they dare not take action.
The group of black robes on the roof looked at the young man in front of them in surprise and curiosity.
Since the "old woman" suddenly attacked, in the blink of an eye, the sword in the young man's arms has not been unsheathed, and the black umbrella in his hand has been held firmly, without falling on his shoulders. A drop of rain.
The young man stood in the violent storm, his skin as white as jade, and he was born with a fairylike appearance and jade bones.
This appearance will inevitably make people feel a little thin, but if you look closely, you can see that the little finger of the left hand in the young man's sleeve is missing.
Is this the one that was cut down in the ghost market?
The people on the roof were slightly moved.
Although he has a slender figure, no one would think that this young man is easy to bully at first sight.
Those eyes, in the dark rainy night, were bright, deep and cold, like the wind carrying snow and the bright moon hiding its front.
He has a bit of the sharpness and sharpness of a young man, but also a bit more of the stability and calmness of an old man. The two unique temperaments are strangely blended together, making people never feel contempt in their hearts. .
Behind the young man, there was also a female cultivator.
It has always been a routine in the world for a heroic boy to be accompanied by a beautiful woman.
But looking at the appearance of this female cultivator, it is far from the word "beautiful woman". She is wearing a bright red wedding dress, and her face is even shriveled and withered. Standing in the rainy night, she looks like a beautiful streak. The red and beautiful shadow of the resentful ghost.
Aware that Wang Ruyi next to him was about to make a move, the young man stopped him directly: "Ruyi, step back."
Lu Cixian, also known as Qiao Wan, thought silently for a moment.
Bi Ping Academy has just emerged at this time, and it is the time to attract the attention of all parties. This time, he truly represents the face of the academy, cannot give in, and even has to show it appropriately. Be sharp and aggressive, otherwise if you retreat, you will be inferior to others in front of various sects and sects.
This kind of contention between sects cannot be modest.
As the head of a hospital, you must also be able to control your subordinates, control the situation, and take the initiative in this conversation.
At this moment, the black robe on the roof also spoke.
A hoarse voice with a smile came through the heavy rain curtain.
"Forgive me, Fellow Daoist Lu, but we brothers have heard about Fellow Daoist Lu's reputation a long time ago and have admired him for a long time. We came all the way here just to meet Fellow Daoist Lu."
The young man said coldly: "Now you have seen it."
The man laughed twice: "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young man, and he has indeed lived up to my expectations."
As he spoke, the other party suddenly stopped laughing, "But we brothers still have a wish, but I don't know if Fellow Daoist Lu can agree to it."
"We brothers want to see if Fellow Daoist Lu is as young and heroic as the rumors say."
The young man said calmly: "Tell me your plan."
In the pouring night rain, the leader's black robe suddenly moved.
"As long as Fellow Daoist Lu can pass the test of our brothers, we brothers will be considered as truly convinced of Fellow Daoist."
After saying that, the windows on both sides of the long street suddenly opened neatly, and more than a dozen figures rolled out like rabbits and falcons, each holding a magic weapon in their hands, with solemn expressions, like the dark night. Hit with a sharp weapon.
On the roof, the black robe threw away the umbrella in his hand.
Black, white, green, yellow, and red, like flowers blooming on a rainy night, whirling down and falling, the sound of piercing the sky is like the sound of golden blades, and a burst of rain flowers are blown away.
The splashing raindrops shot out, and Xiao Sanlang couldn't avoid it. He only felt a pain on his body. When he lowered his head, he saw that there had been more than ten red blood marks.
More than a dozen gorgeous umbrellas floated in mid-air, crowding the long street, covering the splashing night.
But the boy suddenly turned over and jumped, landing firmly on the umbrella without any injuries.
The rain is getting heavier.
The lights in the corridor swayed and swayed for a long time.
"You..." Xiao Sanlang covered his arm and asked blankly: "Who are you?"
"Lu Cixian." The young man raised his head and glanced at the dozen or so figures on the street with his heavy eyes, "You may have heard of me, the mountain chief of Buping Academy, Lu Cixian."
Lu Cixian? !
Xiao Sanlang and the Kunshan disciples standing under the eaves were shocked and speechless.
Is this Lu Cixian? !
The rain poured down at night, and thunder roared in the distance.
"Such a big battle?" The young man chuckled, his laughter deep and cold: "Just to welcome me?"