After the villain resigned

The sword in Xu Qinghe's hand picked up the last layer of tulle, which was very gentle, like a warm spring breeze blowing, blowing the tulle down to the audience.

His sword was so beautiful that others forgot that he also used this sword to cut off the head of a demon.

A green light flashed, and the sword in Xu Qinghe's hand was like a willow lifted by the wind, lightly pointing at another person on the stage.

Only then did the audience in the audience realize that there was another person on the stage.

When Jiang Yi, who was hidden in the darkness, came out, there were bursts of exclamations on the field.

Some people were so shocked that they couldn't speak, they could only grow their mouths wide and spit out a syllable: "This..."

Some people speculated: "Could this be Mantangchun's oiran?"

Everyone else nodded and said yes: "I think so."

"The oiran of Mantangchun is a woman." Some sober people pointed out, "The one on stage is clearly a man."

Jiang Yiyi didn't hear the noise from the audience, he raised his eyelids and looked at the oncoming spring breeze.

After all, it is not as good as the sword 2 years later.

Jiang Yi sighed softly in his heart, and a long sword fell into his hand, not the Ten Prison Sword, but a sword picked at random.

But enough.

Jiang Yi raised his hand, obliquely blocking Xu Qinghe's Spring Wind Sword.

Ding--

The sword wind blew away Jiang Yi's hair from his forehead, and one of them fell right in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked straight at the Spring Wind Sword in front of him.

A touch of emerald green slowly bloomed on the body of the sword, reflecting a pair of black and white eyes, and a crimson cloud pattern looming below.

A smile appeared in Jiang Yiyi's eyes, he turned sideways, turned his wrist, and shook a sword flower.The sword in his hand, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, like a flower bone blooming gently, but the sword body was really stable, like a flower branch.

Sword Flower, it sounds nice, but if it is in someone else's hands, it must be a gimmick that doesn't work.

but……

In Jiang Yi's hands, it was a beautiful move full of killing intent.

Xu Qinghe took a step back with his right foot, retracted his sword, and dodged Jiang Yiyi's sword, but on the way to withdraw his hand, the blade turned and pointed towards Jiang Yiyi's sword-holding hand without warning.

The two were both sword cultivators, and when Xu Qinghe saw this sword, he could roughly guess that Jiang Yi's cultivation was at least on par with him.

"Really..." Xu Qinghe muttered softly.

He was a regular customer of Mantangchun, and often couldn't pay the money, so he used a sword to repay the debt.

Xu Qinghe's Qingfeng sword is indeed beautiful, and anyone who has seen him unleash the sword will be amazed. Over time, the saying "I am lucky to know Qingfeng in this life" has been spread.The wide spread of the show will inevitably attract big girls and young wives to watch it, and it can be regarded as a program that is full of spring.

But in the past, Xu Qinghe used to put on airs and fool laymen.But I didn't expect that today I ran into a serious one.Xu Qinghe could tell from Jiang Yi's expression that whether it was a competition or a performance, his sword was extremely serious.

Xu Qinghe suppressed the smile on his face, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand trembled slightly. With the rotation of his wrist, one sword was divided into seven swords.

Spring breeze turns into rain.

The emerald green light flowed on it, and the seven swords seemed to come with spring colors, and they fell to the tender green branches and leaves all over the ground.

The water red sleeves drew an arc in the air.

When it fell again, Xu Qinghe's sword edge passed by Jiang Yi's ear.

Although Jiang Yi easily avoided it in time, a jade hairpin in his hair was picked up by the sword and fell heavily to the ground, breaking into three pieces.The black and smooth hair was untied and slowly scattered in the air.

Jiang Yi ignored the hair in front of his eyes, waved his hand, and made a straight sword strike.

Following his movements, a gust of wind blew in front of him, and the strands of hair were blown away, exposing most of his face.

Especially the scarlet cloud pattern, imprinted under the corners of the white as snow eyes, revealing a sense of soul-stirring.

Long Yuan-Jun didn't even notice that the gold leaf fan in his hand had fallen to the ground, and looked up at the two people on the stage.

One of them, he knew, the other...

Mr. Long Yuan patted his thigh vigorously, making a sound that made others feel pain, but he didn't respond, and said in his mouth: "This beauty is rare in the world!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Longyuan seemed to come back to his senses, and muttered: "Why do I feel so cold?"

Mr. Long Yuan took advantage of the opportunity to glance at Zhou Siwei beside him. Sure enough, the expression on the face of this man, who had always been extremely indifferent, softened a little in front of this beauty.

Mr. Long Yuan was about to open his mouth to laugh a few words, but before he could say anything, he heard the person sitting next to him say: "Man."

"Ah?" Long Yuan-Jun hadn't reacted yet.

Zhou Siwei glanced at him, then explained: "Mine."

Concise and concise.

But Lord Long Yuan still didn't understand the meaning of his words.

Zhou Siwei stopped talking nonsense, and turned his eyes to the stage again, staring at the water-red figure.His face softened unconsciously, and the corners of his lips slowly curved.

This is his Jiang Yi.

Lawless, very flamboyant.

The seven Spring Wind Swords surrounded Jiang Yi, and the stage space where the two of them were located was huge. It was more than enough for singing and dancing, but it was too narrow for fighting.

The sword in Jiang Yi's hand left streaks of white light in the air, but only four of them were blocked.

Accompanied by a crisp "ding ding" sound, the other three swords merged into one and pointed straight at Jiang Yi's neck.

Jiang Yi felt a chill on his neck, and he didn't have time to think about it. His flexible waist twisted, his wrist stretched and he swept back, just in time to bump into the Qingfeng Sword.

Logically speaking, Jiang Yi's cultivation base was higher than Xu Qinghe's at this time, but his natal sword Ten Prison was damaged, causing his cultivation base to drop sharply, which was only a notch higher than Xu Qinghe's.

But Xu Qinghe is not an ordinary person, and with his Qingfeng Sword, he was on par with Jiang Yiyi.

The people in the audience saw only the red and blue clothes flying on the stage, and the two were stuck in each other's arms, and there were unavoidable chattering sounds.

"……who's that person?"

"Such a sword move, such a cultivation base, I think he is not an unknown person."

As soon as these words came out, someone echoed: "Exactly, such a person cannot be a person who is full of love."

Others immediately retorted: "This statement is wrong. You know that Man Tangchun was also a famous monk in the world, but Man Tangchun's monk's way is different from ours."

The quiet Mantangchun just now was filled with discussions one after another in an instant.

jingle-

In the midst of a group of noisy voices, there was a sudden and crisp sound of breaking.

Everyone couldn't help but stop talking, and looked towards the place where the voice came from.

That was on stage...

Xu Qinghe won.

The movements of the two people on the stage stopped there.

Xu Qinghe's arm was raised, and a blue spring breeze fell down his sleeve. His Qingfeng sword was already on Jiang Yi's neck, and it could cut his throat by a hair, and Jiang Yi's sword... broke .

Xu Qinghe said: "I won."

It's just a comparison between the two, and that's it.

After speaking, Xu Qinghe withdrew the Qingfeng sword, looked down at Jiang Yi's right hand, there was only half of the sword left, and half of the sword fell to the ground, and the sword was full of candlelight.

A thought crossed Xu Qinghe's mind, and he said in a low voice, "No... I lost."

Indeed, he did not win in cultivation or sword moves, but in Qingfeng Sword.

His sword is the natal sword, and Jiang Yi's sword is nothing more than an ordinary product picked up at random, and it is normal that it cannot match the Qingfeng sword.If Jiang Yi used his natal sword, then Xu Qinghe would definitely lose.

For some reason, Xu Qinghe, who was always smiling, showed a little anger on his face. He looked at Jiang Yiyi and asked, "Where's your sword?"

The anger came out of nowhere, Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize, he replied: "The sword is broken."

Xu Qinghe pursed his lips and repeated: "The sword is broken?"

As a sword cultivator, Xu Qinghe naturally knew the importance of the natal sword to sword cultivators.Breaking the natal sword is no less than breaking an arm of Jianxiu.

So, just now, Jiang Yi fought against him as if he had broken his arm. Just like that, it was not easy for him to win.

Thinking of this, the anger on Xu Qinghe's face dissipated and turned into embarrassment. He lowered his head, looked at the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and then quietly raised his eyes to Jiang Yiyi.

He obviously looks about the same age as him, but...

Xu Qinghe, who has always been lazy and has no pursuits, unexpectedly came up with the idea of ​​cultivating well and working hard.

Xu Qinghe shook his head, and drove this unrealistic idea out of his mind. He looked back and saw an acquaintance.

Xu Qinghe shuddered, for Mr. Long Yuan saw the performing arts scene, so he would definitely laugh at him severely.

Xu Qinghe wished he could go directly to the ground at this time, he blocked his face and said in a low voice: "It's too embarrassing, I'm going to run away..."

"What?" Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to lift a strand of hair that was dangling in front of his eyes, and followed Xu Qinghe's gaze.

It happened to meet a pair of eyes as deep as the vast night sky.

So Jiang Yi couldn't care about anything else, smiled at Zhou Siwei, and jumped off the stage, passing through the crowd sitting in the hall, and walked straight to Zhou Siwei.

Long Yuanjun murmured: "You really know each other?"

Zhou Siwei ignored him, stood up from his seat, and took a step forward, hugging Jiang Yiyi.

Zhou Siwei's arm forcefully trapped Jiang Yili in his arms, and he whispered in Jiang Yili's ear, "I'm very worried."

Now the two are living 2 years ago, and they don't know what the situation is. The two are separated again, and they don't know what danger they will encounter.In addition, it took a long time for He Zhongjiang to easily receive the palm of the World Destroyer, which made Zhou Siwei worry about his injury.

Zhou Siwei first checked Jiang Yi's injuries, and after the fairy spirit circled around Jiang Yi's body, Zhou Siwei frowned tightly and asked, "What's going on?"

Jiang Yiyi didn't want Zhou Siwei to worry, so he just pretended not to care, and said, "The sword is broken... just fix it."

Zhou Siwei was silent for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice: "You are not allowed to do this in the future."

Jiang Yi put his palm on Zhou Siwei's back, and explained: "If you don't do this, there is no other way. If you choose one of the two, I would rather you..."

Jiang Yiyi's words were interrupted by Zhou Siwei, he lowered his head, looked into Jiang Yiyi's eyes, and said very seriously: "No, I only hope that the one who survives is you."

"Okay..." Jiang Yi pushed his chest and said, "Don't say such things again, I just want us both to be fine."

Zhou Siwei responded in a low voice.

After the two talked, Jiang Yi found that there was a very familiar person sitting beside him.

The young man has a handsome face and a sense of romance, and he is also a person who can make people fall in love with him at first sight when walking on the road.

It's just that there are two curved and sharp horns growing on both sides of his forehead, which makes people know that he is not my race.

The young Long Yuanjun's eyes lingered on Jiang Yi's face, and finally fell on the protruding Adam's apple. He sighed, seemingly regretful, and said to himself: "It's really a man..."

Before Jiang Yi could say hello to the young Lord Longyuan, there was a sudden noise around him.

I don't know who called out: "Mantangchun Huakui!"

How many of the people sitting below could get a glimpse of Hua Kui's true face, stretched their necks to look around, and shouted: "Hua Kui is here, where is it?"

Someone questioned: "Could it be to coax people, how could Huakui come to this place?"

Mantangchun is divided into seven floors, from the lowest to the highest, and the oiran naturally stays on the seventh floor, and never sets foot on the six floors below it on weekdays.

Someone mysteriously lowered his voice and said, "Have you smelled..." He sniffed the surroundings with a look of obsession, and came to a conclusion, "This is the fragrance from the oiran, named 'World Without Flowers'."

Jiang Yi also smelled a faint fragrance, which seemed to be faintly visible through the veil when he first smelled it, but when he wanted to lift his hand to lift the veil to find the fragrance, it suddenly disappeared.But when people were about to give up, the scent became more intense at the tip of their noses.

It's just that the fragrance is cold, like a handful of crushed snow falling heavily from the eaves, stirring up a cloud of snow mist.

Full of desire to refuse and welcome.

He commented: "It smells pretty good."

Jiang Yi glanced at Zhou Siwei, but he didn't respond at all.After hearing Jiang Yi's evaluation, he asked, "Does it smell good?" He seemed to smell it seriously, "...I don't think so."

Zhou Siwei moved closer to Jiang Yiyi's neck and sniffed it, and said, "You still smell good."

Jiang Yi muttered, "Nonsense." He didn't use any incense.

Zhou Siwei said, "Really."

"Want to take a look at the excitement?" Jiang Yi scanned around, but did not see the oiran appearing, but found that Mr. Long Yuan had disappeared at some point.

Jiang Yi asked suspiciously, "Where's Lord Longyuan?"

Zhou Siwei looked at Mantangchun's door and said, "Go out."

Compared with Longyuan Lord, Oiran is naturally more important than Longyuan Lord. They also need to learn some information from the young Longyuan Lord about 2 years ago.

So the two of them ignored the oiran and walked out from Mantangchun.

Not long after walking, I saw two teenagers squatting shoulder to shoulder on a rock at a corner.

Xu Qinghe asked: "What did you do, you ran away when you saw Hua Kui."

Mr. Long Yuan laughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "If you are a brother, don't ask."

"Is it..." Xu Qinghe looked suspiciously at the people around him, "Did you sleep the oiran?"

Mr. Long Yuan almost choked, jumped off the rock, and said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense!"

He was about to lift his foot to leave, but saw Zhou Siwei walking over from not far away.He spat out the grass roots in his mouth, waved his hand towards Zhou Siwei, and shouted, "Here—"

Xu Qinghe raised his eyes and looked over, stunned: "What a coincidence?" He glanced at Mr. Long Yuan, "Do you know each other?"

Long Yuanjun said: "I just met him not long ago." He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, his face showed a little confusion, "I think I should know him."

Zhou Siwei had already walked in front of Lord Longyuan, and he said, "We know each other—after 2 years."

He didn't hide anything, and directly revealed the secret of the two of them.

The young Long Yuanjun and the young Xu Qinghe looked at each other, and fell into silence.

After a while, Long Yuan-Jun spoke first, and asked the doubts in his heart: "I will be in 2 years..." He paused, as if he was considering how to phrase it, "Is it more handsome than now?"