Song of Adolescence

Unparalleled in the world.

The best Wucheng in the world.

Hand can pick the Star Pavilion.

The Wushuang City Council Chamber was also the place where the martial arts decision was made.

The city lord Song Yan sat on the iron seat at the top of the pavilion, looking at the five old people below, with a cold expression. These five old people have not walked out of their house for many years. Most of the time, they plan their own ideas against the map of the rivers and lakes in the house, and then let the servants send their opinions to the eldest of them. , The old man will make the final decision based on these, and then send someone to send the final decision back to Song Yan.

Everyone thought that the city leader of Wushuang City was Song Yanhui, but the people in Wushuang City knew that it was these five old people who really controlled the decision. They are Song Yanhui’s uncle, and the only five elders of the previous generation. However, these five elders suddenly held a meeting, and all disciples, big and small, came to the hand-picked star pavilion. No one knew what had happened. Only Song Yanhui had a cold face, and the atmosphere in the pavilion was solemn.

"Yanhui, you have done a good job these years." The old man with white beard and hair at the head said, but this is what he said.

No one can be sure of the true meaning of this sentence.

But everyone knows that although this sentence is praise, the next sentence will definitely not be a good thing.

Song Yan smiled back, shook her head, and touched the sword beside her: "Elder, please have something to say."

The grand elder looked calm and did not reveal the slightest anger or anger: "In these years, Wushuang City has gone from decline to re-emergence, and many rely on your management. But now the rivers and lakes are different. They are only one of the four cities in the world. It's not the glory Wushuang City wants. You are a talent of Zhongxing, very good, but what Wushuang City needs now is someone who can open up new territory."

"An ambitious person?" Song Yan sneered back.

"Yes!" The elder answered calmly.

Song Yan returned to touch the water-breaking sword in her hand, frowning slightly. In the notes sent by the five elders over the past ten years or so, he has retreated more or less, nothing more than some hidden ambitions, but the elders seemed to have accepted them. But a few days ago, after Song Yan returned a note, the note was sent back intact. Song Yan returned again, but the entourage who sent the letter kept standing at the door and refused to leave. .

Until today, Wu Lao suddenly left the customs and held a meeting.

The content of the note is to take a person into the city, whose surname is Xiao, from Tianqi.

"Wushuang City is a city of rivers and lakes. Is it really necessary to step into things above the temple?" Song Yan returned to the elders like this.

But the elders' reply is that the rivers and lakes are far away from the temples, but the temples are high.

Song Yan looked back at the Great Elder, and said solemnly: "So you have someone chosen?"

"Yes, Yanhui, you don't have to worry about the big and small things in the city from today. Uncle Master knows that you only love to practice swords. I will give you the sword house in the back mountain from today. As for the things in the city. , Tao Song will be in charge." The elder said in a gentle tone.

The disciples in the cabinet were in an uproar. Ye Taosong, that was Song Yanhui's junior, had a broken tiger knife in one hand. He was considered a man of the city at the time, but he had been missing for many years. He is back?

"Brother, long time no see." Seeing a strong voice came, the disciples in the cabinet suddenly raised their heads, and saw a person leaping over their heads and falling firmly beside the fifth elder, but he was a strong figure. Man, he slammed the knife to the ground, and a small half of the knife was stuck in the ground.

"Just rely on him?" Song Yanhui suddenly pulled out Broken Moon in his hand for a small amount, and the light suddenly appeared!

The robes of the five elders suddenly lifted, and the whole body suddenly lifted up. A strong qi rolled in the pavilion, and the younger generation of disciples could hardly stand.

"Song Yan back!" the elder shouted.

"Master." One of the disciples took a step forward. It was Lu Yudi, the unintentional Wushuang City disciple who intercepted the unintentional in Bi Luo. He leaped to the side of Song Yanhui and looked at the five under the stage coldly. Elders.

With Song Yan's sword that has not reached the Sword Fairyland, has the enemy ever beaten the five elders together? Is today's big disciple Lu Yudi, Ye Songtao's rival again?

Song Yanhui suddenly put the sword back.

The atmosphere suddenly eased, and the five elders have returned to normal. The great elder has already calmed down: "Yanhui, you'd better think about some things."

"I'm not interested in the position of Wushuang City Lord. But Song Tao, he doesn't have the qualification." When Song Yan returned to speak, he didn't even look at Ye Songtao.

Ye Songtao was furious and immediately prepared to lift the knife forward, but the elder reached out and stopped him.

Song Yan smiled back: "I can no longer be the lord of this city, but I also have a recommendation from the lord of the city. I am the old city lord, so I must have this power."

"Of course." The elder nodded.

Ye Songtao took the knife and pointed at Lu Yudi: "Is that this kid? You little furry boy wants to be the lord of the city, so let me try the knife first!"

Lu Yudi suddenly laughed, and if he was suddenly a little furry boy, then that person was really even a furry kid than a furry kid. That really, Song Yan returned to the city lord chosen in her heart.

"No, not him." Song Yanhui suddenly shouted in a low voice, "Wushuang!"

"Come on, Master." A lazy voice sounded, and the disciple in the pavilion turned his head and saw a handsome young man in white, carrying a large sword box on his back, slowly walking towards the pavilion. It was Song Yanhui's favorite disciple-Wushuang.

"Wushuang sword box!" The eyes of the great elder suddenly lit up.

Ye Songtao was furious: "Is it this kid?"

Wushuang walked past him and glared at him: "Uncle, who are you?"

"Ye Songtao!" Ye Songtao said angrily.

Wushuang walked to the back of Lu Yudi and Song Yan, scratched his head, and thought for a long time before saying, "It doesn't seem to be famous."

Ye Songtao was trembling with anger.

Lu Yudi was accustomed to the behavior of this junior and didn't bother to explain it to him. He just nodded: "Well, it's just not famous. This time, you remember correctly."

"Wushuang, let's have a try with your uncle. If you win, you will be the lord of Wushuang City." Song Yan said suddenly.

"Okay, I see. Didn't I have promised you?" Wushuang shrugged, and suddenly sat down next to Song Yan, and said, "Then compare."

Ye Songtao frowned: "You sit there, how do we compare?"

Wushuang froze for a moment, and said, "I haven't seen the world before." Then gently opened the sword box, and five cold rays of light shot out from the sword box.

"Yun Suo, Qing Shuang, Feng Xiao, soft fingers, Yu Ruyi. Have fun with this uncle."