The Roar of the Heavenly Sword

"The Evil Star of Archery" With a bow in my hand, I have the world, and the way of archery has its own evil stars. Jiuyang Continent is a place where there is only evil spirit and no other energy. Young Xuegang was born into a family with strong martial arts talent. At the age of six, his martial arts talent test was zero. In the era when Shan Sha was king, he had many attributes and was identified as the biggest waste in the history of Jiuyang Continent. Special invoice for advertising of "Kyudo Evil Star"

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"Taian Sword" "The poetry conference begins!" There was silence in Jingcheng Lake. The poetry conference with more than a dozen pavilions and several tall buildings began with the sound of gongs and drums. It was like a surging tide, and everyone was vying to get the prize first. The entire Jingcheng Lake seemed to be boiling water on a fire, churning enthusiastically. Of course, some people came here for the poetry, and naturally there were also people who came just to watch the excitement. Anyway, the scene can be said but cannot be said. Only by being there can you know how attractive the hilarity is. Jiang Zhuying, who was lying on the roof with a blindfold, enjoying the moonlight bathing above her head, was also shocked by the movement of Jingcang Lake. What is going on in Jingcang Lake can be seen most clearly from a high place, waiting for the gongs and drums to beat. Before the bell rang, everyone stopped looking at the lotus flowers on the lake, and the women who sang and picked lotus flowers at night also held their breath. The thoughts of playing chess in the twelve pavilions were no longer on the chess game, and the poets and rhymes no longer thought of clever lines. On the other side of the wishing pool, several women placing river lanterns and children selling river lanterns stretched their necks, as if they were waiting for something. Then after the sound of gongs and drums announced the start of the poetry conference, something began to boil in the entire Jingcheng Lake. It was not just the noise and joy. This boiling thing was the passion hidden in the bones. Several girls who were traveling out of the pavilion wanted to go to the twelve pavilions and the boat. The women were chatting with each other. They wanted to see such a handsome and talented man as Song Yu. Even if they couldn't fall into his arms, they could get some of his poems. Poems can also explain lovesickness. Some say they want to see Ye Feili, some want to see Su Buqun, and some say that in such a grand occasion, Su Buqun and Ye Feili are not outstanding, so they should have a higher vision. Several men and women who came with their children felt that they should take their own children to see it, so that they could gain glory and literary talent, and maybe they would be able to get the number one scholar in the future and become a foreign minister. Jiang Zhuying used her magic to see clearly everywhere in Jingcheng Lake. She felt that the scene of the arrival of thousands of people was a bit incredible. When her own sect accepted disciples, the scene was not as good as Canglan Mountain. Even the other first-class sects did not have so many people. Moreover, this was only a Daqing before the opening of the mountain. If it comes to the day of the opening of the mountain, I don't know what the scene would be like. Han Xiang was on the top of the pavilion, listening carefully to someone writing poems and lyrics. Although his talent was ordinary, he could still carve out one or two good sentences. Good things in this world do not last long, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. If my life can be saved, I will live the rest of my life hungry. It is true that Han Xiang does not understand the oblique rhymes and rhymes in Chinese poems and songs, but she likes these sentences because they are straightforward and understandable. When the pavilion on the mountain should be empty, there are two people overlooking the overall situation. One is sitting lazily, and the other is leaning on a pillar, like an idle person, but their status determines that they are not idle people. "Old Kong, what do you think the two armies are doing when they ask us to stare at Jingcheng Lake? Is there anyone who dares to cause trouble here?" The man leaning against the pillar had a heavy back and his voice was rough, giving people a sense of recklessness. "Old Niu, I want you to read more military books. You prefer to wield a sword or a stick, and you always like to yell when something happens. You will suffer a loss if you eat a bowl." The figure of the man sitting looked much thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. "That Bingshu knows me, but I don't know him. It's a headache. Anyway, you are here. What else should I think about!" These two people are from the General's Mansion in Tai'an City. They are not low-level and their positions are not low either. One is named Kong Xianglin, the other is named Niu Ziru. "Actually, the General and the Taiping Marquis are also worried about this. The people gathered here are either people on the mountain or the descendants of ministers in temples from various countries. They have unusual backgrounds and are young and energetic. It will inevitably lead to conflicts. If they die or are injured, temples in many countries will not be peaceful. The work we do now is somewhat similar to that of the supervisors." Kong Xianglin said. "Their deaths and injuries have nothing to do with us. Anyway, they were not instigated by our Wei State. They are young and energetic and think that hard fists mean strong principles. When they encounter a tough situation, they will die if they want to. What good words can be said? To put it bluntly, no matter if he is the Shangzhuguo in the temple, or the leader of the sect on the mountain, it will be the fault of the people they taught who are not well-educated or have weak fists." Niu Ziru seemed to be gearing up. "I'm afraid that someone is secretly pushing it and wants to compete with the snipe and the clam for the fisherman's profit. The Begonia Society of the Northern Kingdom, the Tianluo of the Ming and Qin Dynasties, and the Diwang of the Yan Kingdom are all not vegetarians. The most fearful thing in a fight is that it will be difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and countries are also afraid of each other. They all rose up to attack. Now our country, Wei, has become the most outstanding figure in the forest and has become the target of public criticism. Fortunately, there are state counselors and Mr. Zhang Zi, one of whom is responsible for the inside and the other for the outside. "Form an alliance." In Kong Xianglin's view, the game between countries is to drive on thin ice, and you need to be cautious. Before the building in Shangjing was completed, news had already spread. The Western Jin Dynasty, the Northern Kingdom, the Ming Qin Dynasty, and the Yan Kingdom were all ready to make a move. In the end, Mr. Zhang Zi went to the four countries to lure them with benefits, guide them with reason, and use force to control them. This way they did not form an alliance, otherwise they would be surrounded by enemies from both sides. Xu Tai'an, Lianyu, whose pseudonym is Liu Chengyun, and Yuanya, who changed his name to Yuanji, Xu Ningyun, Luzhu, Wei Jie, Wang Yunxi and others have already boarded the building boat. The building boat that was originally docked on the shore has slowly left the shore. The three building boats are named Yinshang, Biehe, and Bianan. The three boats stand in the middle of Jingcheng Lake, connected by iron cables, and the three boats can be linked together. In the boat, there is a woman named Yingying Yanyan on the first floor, singing a long and heartfelt song, which makes people express their feelings. As soon as they get on the boat, they have the illusion that this is not inside the boat, but in an inn on the shore, such as Yuanyang Tower or Huihui Tower. There is no threshold for the identity of those who can gather in these three ships. At most, they can just tell the owner of this building to reserve a place for one or two people in advance. There are some of everyone, some elderly academy gentlemen or hermits, old scholars and scholars who are bored at home, etc., But most of them are young people, academy students in their teens or celebrities in their twenties, all gathered here to join in the fun and write a poem or two to cheer them up. They were all dressed in Confucian shirts. When Xu Tai'an and others first entered the building, they felt that it was very lively. Different from the aroma of wine and people and the flowers and willows elsewhere, there was a strong smell of elegance and bookishness. Ningyun couldn't help but feel excited and eager to try. Even Miss Lianyu's interest was aroused. However, Lvzhu and Wei Jie were a little uncomfortable with this scene. "Young Master, Wei Jie and I are not used to this scene!" Luzhu said, pulling Xu Tai'an's sleeve. Luzhu had never encountered such a gathering of scholars before. Everyone present seemed to be knowledgeable, but she was just a maid. She had never studied and only knew some boxing and kicking skills. It was inevitable that she would have a sense of inferiority here. "Young Master, I am a little different from her. I feel like I am new here and need time to adapt." Wei Jie said. "So, you've been hiding your clumsiness for so many years?" Wei Jie just smiled, let's just look at tonight. The three tower boats are connected by iron cables and can walk back and forth as if walking on flat ground. The layout of the three tower boats is similar, with a song and dance hall on the first floor, guests on the second floor, and private rooms on the third floor. People are already coming slowly, leading everyone to the second and third floors. There is also a Tingting woman walking towards Xu Tai'an and the others. She is wearing a green dress with purple embroidery, a cloud servant girl on her head, and peony embroidered shoes on her feet. Women who receive guests on the boat are dressed like this. "Are these gentlemen all together?" The girl first announced her name, Yun Sha, and then prepared to lead them upstairs. Seeing no one responded, Xu Tai'an answered, "We are together." "Sir, are you going to the second or third floor?" Yun Sha asked. Xu Tai'an decided to go to the third floor. Yun Sha seemed a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, she told the truth. "Sir, the private rooms on the third floor are reserved for seven people. You, sir, have one more person." Yunsha looked apologetic, as if she had done something wrong. Seeing this, Xu Tai'an hesitated and prepared to book two private rooms. Anyway, there was no shortage of money. Before he could speak, Wang Yunxi spoke first. "Mr. Xu, you guys go up to the private room first. I'll say hello to a friend." Wang Yunxi said. Everyone saw a shabby scholar looking at Wang Yunxi on the second floor. Next to the shabby scholar was a boy with similar clothes. He kept waving to Wang Yunxi and almost didn't shout out. Everyone looked at Wang Yunxi and then at the shabby scholar, feeling strange. Xu Tai'an did not force it, so Miss Lianyu said goodbye to Wang Yunxi. "In that case, let's say goodbye for a short while. I hope you will come out on top in this poetry contest." "Borrow Brother Liu's good words." As Wang Yunxi separated from Xu Tai'an and others on the second floor, Wang Yunxi walked towards Deng Xiwen. Wang Yunxi actually felt a little guilty. Fortunately, he met Deng Xiwen, otherwise he would have really gone up to the third floor. For him, that was a lot of money. "Brother Yunxi!" Not far away, the boy ran over first. "Brother Yunxi, who were those people just now?" "It's a friend I just met!" "Brother Yunxi, looking at your appearance, you are so well-off. No wonder you can meet those young men who look very rich!" The boy said, making Wang Yunxi a little ashamed and embarrassed. "Kuzhi, you talk a bit too much!" Kuzhi touched his head, not knowing why. "Where did you get this outfit from? You're wearing something like that!" Deng Xiwen arrived and carefully looked at Wang Yunxi's expensive-looking clothes. He had been standing a little far away before and couldn't tell the truth from the fake ones. Wang Yunxi's face turned dark, and she secretly regretted that she had actually worn this dress. "My mother prepared this for me before she left. She said it was worn by my father when the family fell into decline." Wang Yunxi explained that he didn't wear it originally, but he felt that it was a bit embarrassing to wear shabby clothes because of the extraordinary poetry and songs. To be thick-skinned, he was still a little inferior in front of Deng Xiwen. "No wonder you took your baggage so seriously when we were on the road together!" When he was traveling with Wang Yunxi, Deng Xiwen felt that Wang Yunxi was a suspicious scholar. He never left his baggage while sitting, walking, or sleeping. It turned out that there was such a valuable thing in the baggage. "By the way, the poetry conference on the shore has already started. When will it start on the building boat side?" Wang Yunxi asked. "It'll be close soon." Ku Zhi said proudly, holding his arms with each other. Wang Yunxi looked at Ku Zhi, and then at Deng Xiwen. Deng Xiwen nodded and then explained. "We met a noble man, and he told us about it." Xie Ling, who had played chess with him before, told him some details about Jingcun Lake, but they separated after getting on the boat. Xu Tai'an and his party arrived on the third floor and entered the private room named Yunshu. There was a table in the middle with some fruits and a Clivia bonsai in each corner. The chairs were around the table, just in a circle. The outer wall was completely opened and surrounded by a fence to prevent people from falling. There was a wall between the private rooms, and a part of the wall protruded outwards, so that the guests in the adjacent private rooms could not see each other. Yuan Ya and Lu Zhu were sitting on one side, Wei Jie and Song Qianyu were sitting on the other side, Xu Tai'an and three others were sitting on the main seat facing the balcony, and Ning Yun was sitting in the middle. Xu Tai'an sat, reached for a pear, and ate it loudly. Looking around the whole place, he could see the first and second floors. The interior of the ship was square and hollow, and the second and third floors were built around it. There was a huge dome above the head. The music on the first floor gradually died down, the singing and dancing girls also exited, and Lou Chuan's poetry conference began. A woman in a red and green dress appeared on the stage, with bare arms, and her face was not as delicate as that of a twenty-year-old woman. She was probably an old woman in her thirties, but the mature charm exuding from her body was still charming. "Dear young masters and students studying abroad, the poetry conference on Jingcheng Lake has begun, and we bid farewell to the cranes. The poetry conference of the three buildings on the other side has also begun. This competition is divided into three sessions. The first session is couplets, the second session is poems based on paintings, the third session is based on poems and songs, and the third session Fifty people are selected in the first round, 20 people are selected in the second round, and ten people are selected in the third round. This is the elimination rule for each ship. After the three rounds, there is a competition, where the thirty people selected from the three ships compete. Finally, five people are selected. All five people will be rewarded. The rankings are in order, and the rewards are also different. " "In fact, the thirty contestants in the final competition all had prizes. For the sake of fairness and convincing, the first three games of this ship's disaster were judged by Gu Changxi, the dean of Fuyin Academy in Tai'an City of Wei State, Bai Wuheng of Chuanshan Academy of Ming and Qin Dynasties, Wu Xian of Linlu Academy of Western Jin Dynasty, Zhu Xunxu of Dongshu Academy of Northern China, and Murong Qiubai, a sage from the Confucian Temple." This sentence set off a wave. .