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As the Flower King was about to appear, everyone's eyes were filled with hope. However, when the veil was lifted and Chun Feng Jiao's true appearance was revealed, everyone gasped at the same time. Chun Feng Jiao's color was bright red, and her petals were soft and delicate. She looked quite coquettish and shy, but every petal was tightly folded into a ball. It was obvious that she was in the bud state!
An Lushan yelled at the top of his voice, "What Trembling Wind Jiao? She was chosen as the Flower King before she even blossomed. Did you give her a pass because she is your disciple?"
In the face of everyone's doubts, Ji Yaoyu's expression did not change. She explained, "The Trembling Delicate Peony's flowering period is twenty days later than ordinary peonies. It's budding now and already has an extraordinary beauty. When it blooms in the future, it will definitely amaze Luoyang. If you don't believe me, take a look again in 20 days, and you'll know that the title of Flower King is true. "
An Lushan grinned and said, "Heh, that's easy for you to say. How can we see it? Are we going to hold another Luoyang Flower Festival for it in twenty days?"
Ji Yaoyu said indifferently, "So what? The peony blooms only for itself. When has it ever needed to cater to the opinions of others? Even Empress Wu's orders could not make the peony submit, much less the insignificant Luoyang Flower Festival."
Ji Yaoyu's words carried a hint of arrogance. The moment she said this, the crowd became even more enraged and started shouting. An Lushan said, "Miss Ji, you've seen it. Even though you're the judge, you can't convince everyone. I think we should choose another Flower King. W.AiQuXs.cOM "
The crowd seized the opportunity and shouted, "That's right! Change the election to the Flower King! Change the election to the Flower King!"
Ji Yaoyu snorted and said, "Fine. If you want to convince the masses, then I'll convince you. Peony was born with a proud and unyielding character. I can't be ordered around, but I respectfully invite you." He then turned to Miss Yang and said, "Fourth Mother, since there's a chance today, I'll test your zither skills. You and I will play a song together," Welcoming the Goddess of Flowers ", and respectfully invite Shun Feng Jiao to bloom."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was another uproar. Ying Feiyang was also in disbelief. "In the past, Sima Xiangru's song 'A Phoenix Seeking for a Phoenix' caused the white birds to sing in unison and pay homage to the Phoenix. Could it be that Master Ji is really able to recreate the divine art on the strings?"
However, Miss Yang only gave a light promise, "I will obey Master's orders."
Ji Yaoyu borrowed two zithers from Monk Da Chi and sat on both sides with Miss Yang.
In a quiet and secluded ancient temple, flowers bloomed like brocade. Two women with exquisite figures were sitting with their zithers in their hands. Even before the melody was finished, it was already a picturesque scene.
With a clear and melodious sound, the zither began to play. The two's tender fingers moved along the strings, and the sound of the zither flowed out like flowing water.
The sound of the zither was light and lively, overflowing with vitality. A rhythm of life spread out. Originally, the crowd was still questioning and making a ruckus, but when the sound of the zither arrived, it actually calmed down slowly. The heartbeats of thousands of people rose and fell along with the sound of the zither, and they actually forgot about everything else.
The master and disciple hooked and caressed, splitting their strength and playing in unison. However, their coordination was seamless, as if the two of them were born with the same heart. Ji Yaoyu played a low note, like a light breeze passing through the forest, or blue water leaping over the stream, it had a leisurely charm. When Miss Yang played the zither, her previous shyness was swept away. At this moment, when she played a high note, the sound of the zither was like the sound of gold splashing and jade splashing, clear and soaring into the sky. At other times, it was like the hall was filled with gold and jade, it was magnificent.
Shapeless sound waves spread out in all directions. The thousands of peonies in the temple were affected by the sound of the zither and shook slightly, as if they were dancing to the sound of the zither. At this moment, a soft cry was heard, "Look!"
They saw that the peony that was trembling in the wind seemed to be affected by the sound of the zither. The petals that were originally tightly hugged together slowly unfolded …
Accompanied by the crowd's bewilderment, the music also reached a high pitch. At this moment, there was a sudden uproar at the temple gate, accompanied by several miserable cries. The monks guarding the gate were shaken and sent flying. At the same time, an angry roar was heard, "Ying Feiyang, return the Prime Qing Hanxiang Sword Illustration!"
A shadow carrying a sword light shot out from the temple gate, passing over everyone's heads at an extremely fast speed. Before he could finish speaking, he was already in front of Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang was immersed in the music and had yet to fully react. However, his body moved instinctively. With a wave of his hand, the Star Ji Sword left its scabbard on its own. He actually unconsciously used the move of the Willow Wind Sword Technique, "Ten Thousand Silk Ribbons".
Accompanied by the lively zither music, the sword light was like a willow tree in the spring breeze, unceasingly blocking the sword light that was coming towards him.
The figure of the approaching person was blocked. Only then could his face be seen clearly. It was actually the furious Lü Zhixuan.
Ying Feiyang had a good impression of Lü Zhixuan. He opened his mouth and asked, "Master Lü, if there's something you want to say, we can talk it out. Why do you have to resort to violence?"
Lü Zhixuan's anger did not diminish. He shouted, "Cut the crap and return the illustration!"
Ying Feiyang said, "This illustration was given to me by Master Sima. Although Master Lü is Master Sima's disciple, I don't think it's appropriate for you to forcefully ask for it. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net]
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"If you don't return it, I'll come and get it myself!" Lü Zhixuan did not say anything else. He used all his strength to summon his inner Qi. His hair and robes fluttered despite the absence of wind. His inner Qi was like a raging river, gushing out like a roaring tide. Even ordinary people could see the majestic Qi storm around him. The long sword pressed forward, and the Stellar Chronicle Sword could not block it.
The moment Lü Zhixuan activated his inner Qi, Ying Feiyang felt an overwhelming pressure pressing down on him. Knowing that his inner Qi was no match for it, Ying Feiyang activated his sword incantation again. The Stellar Chronicle Sword began to spin like a wheel. As it spun, it dissipated Lü Zhixuan's inner Qi. At the same time, Ying Feiyang slowly retreated. With every step he took, he left a deep footprint on the green stone floor.
"It's only been a short while. How did Master Lü become so aggressive?" Ying Feiyang asked after he caught his breath. Lü Zhixuan saw that he still had the energy to speak. He could not help but stare at Ying Feiyang coldly and said, "Ask yourself!"
Then, the long sword soared into the sky and turned into a rain of swords. Ying Feiyang held the hilt of the sword and waved it like an umbrella, blocking the swords that filled the sky. As soon as he received the attack, he felt a pain in his wrist. The power of the sword was more than twice as strong as it was in the morning.
It was different from the green sword light in the morning. This time, the sword light had a faint golden color and had a fierce aura. "He's using the Serpent Sword!" Ying Feiyang noticed it in time. Although the Serpent Sword had not turned into a Serpent Sword, its power was far more powerful than the Python Sword that had lost all its spiritual power. Ying Feiyang dodged the rain of swords, blocking and retreating at the same time. Gradually, he was forced back to the front of the flower.
Although Lü Zhixuan had no intention of hurting others, he would not care about the life or death of a flower. The rain of swords increased and the flower was about to be destroyed.
Suddenly, a green shadow flashed in front of Ying Feiyang. Before he could see it clearly, he saw a ray of light slashing towards Lü Zhixuan's neck. This move was effective. The Serpent Sword in mid-air quickly returned to protect its master, blocking in front of Lü Zhixuan. The rain of swords immediately dissipated.
Only now did he see the green shadow clearly. It was the maid in green beside Ji Yaoyue. The maid's eyes turned cold and she said coldly, "Miss is playing the zither. Don't make any noise."
Ying Feiyang was shocked at first. It was just an ordinary looking maid, but she had such skills. The Twelve Districts of the Red Pavilion were indeed not ordinary. When he looked again, the two girls playing the zither were still as calm as the abyss, completely oblivious to everything around them. Ignoring the fighting around them, the clear sound of the zither flowed out, and there was not the slightest bit of disorder in the notes.
Ying Feiyang also said, "Yes, Master Lü, it is not right to use force here and disturb others. …"
"You too, be quiet!" The maid in green turned her head and coldly interrupted him.
"Huh?" Ying Feiyang was stunned and swallowed his words.
"What can you do even if you have help?" Lü Zhixuan said angrily. Lü Zhixuan waved his hand and the Python Sword appeared in his hand. Using both swords at the same time, he attacked the two of them separately, showing no mercy at all.
"You don't even give me a chance to speak. All you know is to fight and kill. Do you really think I have no temper?" Ying Feiyang thought to himself. After enduring so many times, Lü Zhixuan became even more aggressive. He couldn't help but feel angry. His feet scraped the ground, and like a swallow flying over water, he flew towards Lü Zhixuan.
He knew that Fang Xuecheng's Art of Sword Kinesis was not worth mentioning in front of a Master Sword Kinesis like Lü Zhixuan. How could Ying Feiyang use his weak point to counter his strong point? As soon as Lü Zhixuan used the Flood Dragon Sword, Ying Feiyang suddenly sped up and approached Lü Zhixuan. At the same time, the sword light flashed and he slashed out nine times in a row. The sword light was continuous and continuous, forming a crisscrossing area. Although Lü Zhixuan claimed that he was only good at the Art of Sword Kinesis and not the Art of Sword Kinesis, Ying Feiyang wouldn't be careless because of his humble words. Therefore, he used a strong move right from the start, not giving Lü Zhixuan any chance to escape.
As expected, Lü Zhixuan used the Steps of Yu and pointed his sword at the Big Dipper. With the long sword in his hand, every move he made was like a flood dragon coming out of the sea. Even though it wasn't as superb as when he used the Art of Sword Kinesis, it still showed the style of a master. The long sword struck out continuously, creating a sharp piercing sound.
"It's so unpleasant to hear." The maidservant in green said softly. Her body moved in a flash like a butterfly fluttering in the air, not stirring up any dust. However, two streams of autumn water flowed out from her sleeves. They were actually two shining Willow Leaf Knives.
The Willow Leaf Knives were about two feet long and had a curved body with a thin blade. The hilt was inlaid with emerald green pearls and there were red silk tassels at the bottom of the hilt. Compared to a killing weapon, they were more like exquisite ornaments for girls to play with. However, when these Willow Leaf Knives fell into the hands of the maidservant in green, they were cold and sharp. The cold and sharp blade light turned into a shadow that couldn't be blinked and attacked Lü Zhixuan like quicksilver.
The sword and the knife clashed, and the "ding ding" sound lingered in the ears, bringing with it a unique rhythm. It was like the spring rain hitting the window, and it secretly matched the tune of "Greeting the Goddess of Flowers" played by the two girls behind him.
"It's really unpleasant to hear. It's tarnishing the sound of the two girls' zither for no reason." Hearing the sound of the maidservant in green's knife clashing, Ying Feiyang secretly felt ashamed. Immediately, his competitive spirit was aroused. He changed his swordsmanship and changed it to a gentle one. The long sword was like flowing water, extremely agile and full of vitality. The ear-piercing sound of the sword also changed, becoming like a stream flowing over a stream or a pearl coming out of a spring. It was cold and clear, clear and pleasant to the ear.
The two of them were originally fighting on their own. It was two against one, but it was hard to tell who was superior to Lü Zhixuan. However, as Ying Feiyang's swordsmanship changed, the attack and defense of the two knives and one sword matched the sound of the zither. Guided by the sound of the zither, the two of them who didn't know each other actually launched a seamless cooperation.
One advancing and one retreating, one attacking and one defending, all secretly matched the rhythm of the music. Not only did it suppress Lü Zhixuan, it also added a unique sense of music to the zither.
Ying Feiyang gradually gained the upper hand. He saw that the maidservant in green's figure was like an illusion, changing in thousands of ways, but it was as graceful as a dance. At this moment, he and the maidservant were holding each other's knife and sword at the same time. The maidservant's soft hair lightly brushed against his face, giving off a delicate fragrance like orchid. Ying Feiyang unexpectedly had some fantasies and thought to himself, "This maidservant's appearance is ordinary, but her figure is excellent. Her fighting is like dancing."
In a fight between masters, there was no room for distraction. Lü Zhixuan was originally at a disadvantage, but seeing that Ying Feiyang suddenly became absent-minded, he immediately counterattacked. He twisted his hand and touched the Jiao Sword, and heard a roar that shook the heavens.
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