Who will Moshang Qingshan belong to?

Chapter 1

Qianyuan Yuanzai, Zhongchun.

The war between the two capitals has ended, but the warm wind blowing past the city still cannot blow away the chill that penetrates into the bones. The wind is mixed with a strong smell of blood and pungent gunpowder smoke. No one celebrates the recovery of the two capitals , maybe the western capital is better, but there are only trembling people and Huihe soldiers who wantonly plundered in the eastern capital.

In the dilapidated tea shed, there were only a few guests sitting at one table, and the boss frowned slightly, serving tea to this table of guests courteously.

"The jackals have been driven away and the tigers and leopards are coming again. When will this be the end!" The young man in black armor threw down his teacup angrily and said bitterly, "General, what's the point of continuing this battle?" The young man stared at the man in black armor who was also in front of him and asked.

Compared with other soldiers, the man called the general had a slightly fair face. If it wasn't for his attire and the half-person-high shield knife placed beside the table, this man would have nothing to do with Xuanjia Cangyun at all. .However, a cold light shot out from the man's sharp eagle-like eyes, and he snorted coldly and reprimanded: "This battle is not fought for the royal family of Li and Tang, and the Cangyun army is targeting treacherous, treacherous, unrighteous, and slanderous people." !"

The young man was taken aback by the man's eyes. He had followed the general for many years, knew the general's temper, and hurriedly apologized to the general.The general waved his hand, but didn't take the young man's words to heart.

Someone wanted to ease the atmosphere, and told everyone what he saw before coming to the teahouse: "When I passed by Nanshi just now, I saw a Huihe people set up a ring, saying that they wanted to challenge the masters of the Central Plains."

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!" Someone cursed.

The person who was talking about the matter shook his head, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Not necessarily, I watched it for half an hour, and guess what? All the masters from the Central Plains who went up were kicked off the ring by the Huihe people. When I left, there was no one there. Dare to challenge."

The general frowned, Luoyang, the eastern capital, was full of martial arts people who responded to Guo Ziyi, and there were many martial arts masters among them. Could it be that they were also kicked off the ring by the Huihe people?

"Who set up the ring?" The general put down his teacup, his voice low.

"I don't know, I've never heard of it."

"An unknown pawn beat all the masters from the Central Plains and bullied us!" Someone was annoyed and slapped the table and stood up, "General, shall we go and have a look?"

The general put down the teacup slowly, took out ten copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table: "Boss, pay the bill."

Luoyang Nanshi, if it was in the Xuanzong Dynasty, would be the busiest time. However, the eastern capital that had been burned by war was ruined, and the pedestrians on the streets were hurrying, as if they were afraid of avoiding someone.

Huangfu Zhuo led his brothers all the way to the competition arena, and the people who met on the way hurriedly dodged, their eyes were full of fear.Huangfu Zhuo felt a little sad, the one who led the Huihe army into the two capitals was the imperial court, and these soldiers who ate the imperial court's millet were also accomplices.The common people fear them and hide from them, and they are also afraid of the imperial court.

After walking a little further, a zhang-high arena appeared in sight.Under the arena, a group of people from the Central Plains gathered around. They looked up at the Uyghur who was high above the arena, and they only dared to curse in a low voice, not daring anyone to jump on the arena to fight the Uyghur.

"I have heard for a long time that there are many masters in the Central Plains, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that. I have never seen anyone who can get a hundred tricks in my hands. Today I only want one defeat, but no one can fulfill my long-cherished wish. What a pity, what a pity!" Although the Huihe sighed again and again, his expression was triumphant.

Everyone in the audience gritted their teeth, but no one dared to fight.Seeing this scene, Huangfu Zhuo and the others became very angry, and each of them raised their shields and knives, and they were about to jump onto the ring.

However, someone was one step ahead of them.

A blue figure leaped vigorously onto the arena. The comer had a delicate and beautiful face, dressed in blue and white clothes, carrying a piano case on his back, standing leisurely, with a calm expression, like an independent fairy.He casually glanced at the Huihe people who were a few steps away from him, then withdrew his gaze, and said dismissively: "If your surname is Dugu, I might not dare to go up to this ring, but unfortunately, your surname is unknown. I will make your wish come true." He spoke lightly, but there was contempt in every word.

There was a lot of applause from the audience, and Huihe on the stage was so angry that his eyes were wide open, and he was about to greet him with his arms crossed.

When the young man stood still on the ring, Huangfu Zhuo recognized him immediately.Even though we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, Nan Yiyuan's defiant temper still hasn't restrained in the slightest.

A helpless smile floated on Huangfu Zhuo's lips, fortunately Nan Yiyuan was born in Changge family, the course "Ritualities" was finally returned to old man Zhao.

On the ring, Nan Yiyuan nimbly dodged the opponent's double fists, he turned around and retreated, and landed where the opponent was originally standing.This move is simple and extremely common, but it is enough to extinguish the opponent's arrogance.Seeing that Nan Yiyuan easily deciphered his moves, the Uighur was furious, and he drew out a long knife from the weapon rack and slashed at him.

Nan Yiyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stretched out his hand behind his back, and lightly patted the violin case, only to hear a "click", the violin case opened in response, and a violin surrounded by jasper streams fell into Nan Yiyuan's hand .Nan Yiyuan lifted a string with his fingers, like the sound of birdsong, a wave of vigor that seemed weak but strong rushed towards the Huihe people.When that energy approached the Huihe people, the Huihe people felt that there was a monstrous wave of anger sweeping towards them.The Huihe people were terrified, and retreated a few steps in a row, the energy came continuously, the Huihe people had no way to retreat, and slashed down with the sword, and there was a clanging sound, and the long sword broke in two.

"Okay!" Everyone on the stage saw that the Huihe people were repelled by Nan Yiyuan's move, and applauded.

Cang Yunjun beside Huangfuzhuo applauded excitedly, only Huangfuzhuo saw that Nan Yiyuan's simple move just now used Changgemen's style of music.Having not seen each other for many years, Nan Yiyuan has already learned the essence of Changge's martial arts. In this battle, even if you don't watch it, you know that Nan Yiyuan won.

But Huangfu Zhuo would not ignore it.

The weapon was broken, but the Huihe didn't give up. He pulled out another hammer and attacked Nanyiyuan.Nan Yiyuan held the qin in his hand and didn't move a single step. When the Huihe people approached him, he erected the body of the qin, pulled out a black long sword from the back of the qin, and brushed aside the braids of the Huihe people.The Huihe people didn't care about their disheveled hair, the hammer hit Nan Yiyuan's head, and everyone in the audience exclaimed "be careful".Nan Yiyuan smiled casually, raised the green zither, and blocked the hammer abruptly.

There was an ear-piercing sound of striking, and the Huihe man struggled to hold the hammer. The impact just now was very violent. He didn't expect that the seemingly fragile piano in Nan Yiyuan's hand could block the hammer from the pocket.What shocked the Huihe people even more was that the body of the piano did not break after being hit hard, but the handle of the hammer in his hand had already shown cracks.

Before the Huihe could recover, Nan Yiyuan withdrew the qin and attacked again with the black sword in his hand, this time the tip of the black sword landed between the Huihe's eyebrows.Nan Yiyuan didn't give the Huihe people any more opportunities. He kicked the Huihe people and kicked them off the ring.

"Okay!" The audience cheered continuously, after being bullied by the Huihe people for a long time, someone finally vented their anger on their behalf, and everyone naturally sent the most sincere praise to Nan Yiyuan.

However, the people standing on the stage did not listen to the applause.He threw the violin back into the violin case behind him, clapped his hands casually, jumped off the ring, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, where is he? Why is he gone?" Huangfu Zhuo's brothers couldn't help becoming anxious when they saw Nan Yiyuan disappear.

Nan Yiyuan was afraid of trouble since he was a child, and he didn't want to appear in front of people too much, so he hid whenever he could.However, Huangfu Zhuo was not worried that he would not be able to find Nan Yiyuan. Today, Nan Yiyuan's attention-grabbing deeds would definitely be noticed by interested people. Huangfu Zhuo only needed to spend some money to find Nan Yiyuan.