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Wherever the knife is, the plants and trees are withered.

The star map covers everything, and everything rejuvenates.

The Hu people's sword intent is always increasing, but the blade is always hidden in the sheath. The star map of Xia Yin is constantly rotating and changing, and is also limited to a fixed area.

It is not a consequence-free battle, it is better to fight life and death.

Therefore, although Li Congke was paying close attention to the behavior and movements of both parties like others, the look of expectation in his eyes and the feeling of oppression accumulated in his heart never rose to the point where he and Tang Yanchen used their last shot to distinguish life and death.

At that time, he used his skills to break the Tao. What he broke was not the Tao of the Iron Shuang spear, but the Tao that Tang Yanchen believed most in his heart at the critical moment of life and death. What he used to win was not entirely the gun technique of Gao Siji of the White Horse Silver Spear, but more importantly, his instinct to survive.

That is undoubtedly a technique. Everyone is born with it, but it is difficult to control and use it.

At this moment, the battle between Xia Yin and the Hu people was without gunpowder, without blood, and only the color change between withered and yellow and tender green, which highlighted the difference between the two. From beginning to end, he could not find any shadow of that technique. There was a basic guess about when the fight would end. As for who would act as this unpleasant "peacemaker", he could not be sure of it.

But the guest is a guest after all, and the host can allow visitors to bring snow from outside when they visit, but will never let the snow turn into blood.

Because it's too difficult to clean up.

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"Ahem."

If you don’t know the sound, you may come first.

The hunchbacked old man, who was as hunchbacked as a bent bow and as white as snow, suddenly broke into the junction of withered yellow and tender green, like a candle in the tranquility of the wind and the sun, and his wide robe was blowing violently, but he was not affected by any color or Tao.

It seems that he is just him, casual, and even more at will.

The battle without gunpowder came to an abrupt end, and there was no sound in an instant.

Xia Yin and the Hu people rarely reached a consensus that the former no longer operates the star map, and the latter's doubles were also put down from the hilt of the double sword. After a few slight movements, they would hold their fists and salute to the hunchbacked old man.

However, the old man obviously had to take a step forward, and the sound rang out again before the Hu man clasped his palm and turned into a fist.

"There are indeed many conflicts between Hu and Han, south and north, but it is important to know that things will turn back, and the opposite will be the most positive. Juxing Pavilion does not reject struggles, but it is not particularly welcome. Sometimes, it is better to let things go naturally, so why bother to change it with manpower and do it?"

When the old man was talking, he stared at the tree and was not a human. He did not deliberately turn to one side, and did not take the initiative to ask about the cause of the matter. After saying this, he ignored the reactions of the two, leaned on his right stick, pressed his left palm tightly on his right, and turned toward the tall building that was no longer as glorious as before, but still carried the hope of many astrology masters.

The tea-giving maid dared not neglect, followed closely behind, walked slowly on the road, and followed the old man's pace and gradually climbed the layers of smooth white stone steps as smooth as jade.

When the ladder reaches the end, you will see a door.

The ink color hides the true dragon, and the red face paints the phoenix.

Although he had been in and out of this door a thousand times, when he faced this door again, the old man treated it

There is still an indescribable respect and respect, just like when he was an idle young man who did nothing many years ago, when he met the man who was in a world of magnitude.

"open."

If the sound of the wheels crushing water may not be loud enough, the collision sound of the wooden stick and the iron door is enough to make everyone in the yard understand what happened.

The old man's name is Ren Chiyu. In terms of seniority, he is still above Cen Yimao, the current leader of Juxing Pavilion.

But if you talk about knowledgeable and knowledgeable, smart and studious, you won’t be able to compare with Cen Yimao, even if you are the younger generations such as Bi Yueli, he will not be able to compare with him.

After spending many years, some things that are so basic are still a huge problem for him.

For example, the origin of his name.

The red rain fell from the sky to the earth, slapped the eaves, washed the alleys, disturbed the pedestrians, moistened the wasteland...all are wonderful scenes that cannot be said much.

But he had never seen such rain before, nor had he heard of it.

The bloody storm that often floats in the world can barely touch a little bit, but the water in the world cannot touch it. No matter how fierce and urgent the rain falls, it cannot fall into the palm of your own palm. It becomes a cinnabar mark. How can it touch the eyebrows of Yiren and create a beautiful scenery that will never be forgotten in life?

No matter how other people in Juxing Pavilion respect him now, in his opinion, what he has always carried is a false reputation.

It is difficult for those with false reputations to do practical things.

He opened the door immediately, but he had not entered the door for a long time. He stood beside him. While he was not completely old, he would come from all over the place and gather in front of the Xingge gate to see how many figures these young young people with their own ambitions were.

People on the road are like flowing water, flowing rarely to high places.

Ren Chiyu's hunched body was straighter than before, but it still looked like an ancient pine that was destroyed by thunder.

Xia Yin and the Hu people were the first to compete, climbed the White Stone Ladder, and entered Juxing Pavilion, but they were among the latest group.

Li Congke, Yan Qiangwei and others walked on a path. Although there were scenery along the way that could not be viewed by the avenue, they had to detour a little after all. In this case, they were still walking before the two of them.

When passing by Ren Chiyu, Li Congke deliberately restrained his usual habit of watching people from the corner of his eyes, and only held Yan Qiangwei and moved forward with all his heart.

Ren Chiyu glanced at his figure quickly, without paying much attention, but only sighed in a low voice, for some reason.

At this time, Xia Yin and Hu were still in the yard. The difference was that the two no longer had a confrontation like before, but instead stood side by side.

"Since you have the desire to fight, why not take the lead and enter the pavilion as soon as I can. Could it be that you are still waiting for something?"

The Hu nodded.

Xia Yin's eyes were like the star, looking straight ahead, "I think there are also people waiting there."

Hu Ren said: "But they may not be you and me."

Xia Yin did not comment, but suddenly thought of another thing and said, "Do you know I have the name of Mr. Yi, do you know what my name is?"

The Hu people blurted out without thinking: "Muyang."

Xia Yin suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that your thoughts are not like Mu Yang, but like sheep in the mountains."

Hu Ren hugged his chest and didn't care, "There doesn't seem to be a conflict between them."

Xia Yin said seriously: "You know my name, but I don't know you. This is the biggest conflict."

The Hu man smiled heroically, threw out the word "Mobei", and then walked forward with great strides.

Five steps apart, the following three characters are transmitted into Xia Yin's ears.

"Ge Shuye."

It seemed that this surname was extraordinary. After reacting, Xia Yin did not quickly catch up with the Hu people, but moved his right finger a few times. There was no obvious change between the knuckles, but was just caught by a man in green robe and a boy in purple who was waiting to continue watching the show.

"Scale wood, what is this guy doing when he is turning around?"

"Based on my years of experience and keen observation, it's like divining."

"Strange, what can I take out in such a few strokes?"

"Oh, brother, if you can't divinate, it doesn't mean that others can't divinate. Although both of you have surnames Xia, there are always differences."

"Well, it's true, I also think he is not as good as my Yushu Linfeng."

“…”

The boy in purple clothes was speechless. He shook his wide sleeves on his body, and was about to walk up the ladder and enter the building.

Xia Yinli had finished the movements, and after hearing the sound, he instinctively turned his head and looked around.

The three of them met, but Xia Yibai, a man in the green robe, clenched his nose very quickly and quickly. He looked elsewhere in a flash, leaving only Cao Xiudao and Xia Yin looking at each other.

Xia Yin took the lead in speaking, "The Hu brother Shu Ye is like a swordsman, little brother, you are like a Taoist priest. This generation of astrology masters is really rich."

Cao Xiudao grabbed the back of his head, hesitated for a moment, and laughed: "It's not as handsome as Brother Xia Fengshen. He gives people the feeling of a master of astrology at first glance."

Xia Yin smiled and said, "Although you met for the first time, you feel like you were the same when you first meet. You should have made friends with great gifts, but I am poor for a long time. Now I only have a short sword on you that can be given to others. I wonder if my little brother is willing to accept it?"

"dagger?"

Cao Xiudao's face was slightly stagnant, but there was a burning light in his eyes.

Xia Yin did not delay and immediately took out something from his arms. It was indeed a wooden short sword, about one foot or two inches long. There were sword spikes on the hilt of the sword, and three words were engraved at the middle of the sword body, which was written in ancient text. Although Cao Xiudao had good eyesight, he didn't know what these three words meant for a while.

Xia Yin also had no intention of explaining, but he held the sword body and handed one end of the hilt to Cao Xiudao.

"This..." Seeing Xia Yin's true nature, it was not like a joke, Cao Xiudao scratched his head again and said hesitantly: "I can't receive any reward without merit... This... What should I do?"

Xia Yin said, "I just want to make friends with my little brother, which has nothing to do with fame and fortune. If the little brother really feels that he cannot accept it for no reason, just write a word to me."

Xia Yibai, who was still picking his nose, suddenly muttered: "It's really a damn Mr. Yizi."

Cao Xiudao looked around and said, "But I don't carry paper and pen with me!"

Xia Yin spread his right palm, "Young brother can point it as a pen and write it on Brother Yu."

"Is this possible?"

"There is nothing that is not feasible. Besides, if you delay any further, aren't you afraid that the door of Juxing Pavilion will suddenly close and we can't go in?"

Just like a dreamer suddenly awakened, Cao Xiudao no longer had any worries, and immediately stroked a few strokes in Xia Yin's right palm.

Xia Yibai also stopped his indecent action of picking his nose, bounced the dirty things embedded in his nails with force, and then looked over.

"Corded Wood, what's wrong with this word you wrote?"

Cao Xiudao exhaled lightly into his fingertips, "Don't you think, what's wrong?"

Xia Yibai said: "The strokes of the word Cao are much more complicated than this. Are you not serious when studying, or are you cutting corners at this moment?"

Cao Xiudao shook his head, "Whoever stipulates that the surname Cao should write the word Cao anytime and anywhere, I write the word Tao."

Xia Yibai laughed: "Hu Waiwai, nonsense, I didn't even see you drawing the word "Way" by the way, can you write the word "Tao"!"
To be continued...