Every step the scribe took had a unique rhythm, which made people feel calm and peaceful, without any distracting thoughts in their hearts.
When he came to the door of the tavern, his eyes suddenly stopped and looked at Pei Qing, who was leaning against the wall and drinking.
Pei Qing raised the wine bottle and waved it towards the Confucian scholar, with a bright smile on his face and said, "Brother, can you please have a few drinks with me?"
Xie Xuan said calmly: "The young boy is eager to learn and doesn't like drinking."
Pei Qing smiled and asked, "May I ask how your studies are going, sir?"
"Alright."
Xie Xuan replied, staring at Pei Qing. He knew that he would definitely collide with the person in front of him today.
There was a vague fighting spirit in Pei Qing's eyes, and he clenched the wine bottle with his palms. The wine in the wine bottle poured out instantly. He stretched out his finger and flicked a drop of wine, which was as dazzling as a shooting star. A bright beam of light shot out towards Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan stood motionless, only to see his right hand spread out, holding the wine drop between his white and slender fingers, and putting it into his mouth. His lips wriggled slightly, and the wine drop melted on the tip of his tongue, flowing down his throat, sweet and delicious. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Xie Xuan praised: "Good wine!"
Pei Qing smiled and said, "Don't you, sir, not drink?"
Xie Xuandao: "I will make an exception tonight and drink it."
Pei Qing's eyes showed admiration. Xie Xuan was indeed extraordinary and could read his thoughts at a glance.
He really wanted to have a drink with Xie Xuan and then decide the winner.
"Sir, please come inside."
At this time, the waiter came over and invited Xie Xuan into the tavern.
Xie Xuan nodded and walked towards Pei Qing's seat.
Pei Qing was still sitting at the table and did not leave. His eyes were always fixed on Xie Xuan, as if he was observing Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan came closer and sat opposite Pei Qing. With a somewhat indifferent look on his brows, he said, "Are you the world-famous Pei Qing?"
Pei Qing smiled lightly and said, "It's me."
Xie Xuan cupped his hands and said, "I have admired his name for a long time, and I am so lucky to see him today."
His words were not polite. Everyone in the world knows Pei Qing's name, especially since he is one of the top ten masters of swordsmanship in the world, and he is very keen on Pei Qing's news.
He knew that Pei Qing would come to him sooner or later.
Today, it is indeed the case.
Pei Qing picked up the wine cup in front of him and filled Xie Xuan with wine, then poured himself another glass and said, "I have also heard about the name Confucian Sword Immortal for a long time. When we meet today, we should have a chat."
Xie Xuan did not refuse, picked up the wine cup and took a sip, then put down the wine cup, looked at Pei Qing and said, "I wonder how you plan to chat?"
Pei Qing smiled and asked, "What do you think, sir?"
"I'm not good at fighting and killing." Xie Xuan said for the first time.
Pei Qing took a sip of wine, looked at Xie Xuan with interest, and said, "Aren't we just asking about swords?"
Xie Xuan was completely silent after hearing this. After a moment, he looked up at Pei Qing and said seriously: "How many swords do you think I can take from you?"
"Nine swords are enough." Pei Qing said without humility. His body was upright, his clothes were fluttering, and he was majestic.
"Nine swords are enough?" Xie Xuan was slightly startled, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said: "But I think I can take on this city full of swords."
His words are very obvious, even if you borrow Mancheng Sword, I can block it, because I am the seventh swordsman in the world, the Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan.
"I'm looking forward to it. You'll let me borrow the Mancheng Sword to fight you." Pei Qing looked at Xie Xuan with a smile, his voice was warm and crisp, but his tone was disapproving, even a little arrogant.
"What if you lose?" Xie Xuan suddenly asked.
Pei Qing said calmly: "There are ten swordsmanships in the world, and I dominate eight of them. I have never been defeated."
"This sentence comes from Cao Zijian." Xie Xuan retorted.
Pei Qing nodded and said, "I know."
"Your literary talent is really not that good." Xie Xuan shook his head and sighed.
After hearing Xie Xuan's words, Pei Qing suddenly smiled.
A bright smile bloomed on that handsome face, and the whole person looked extremely sunny.
The next moment, he slammed the table, and all the wine in the pot spilled out. With a wave of his five fingers, dozens of drops of wine condensed into a water blade suspended in the air, clanking and trembling, exuding a sharp edge.
Pei Qing's eyes fell on Xie Xuan and he slowly uttered three words: "Please advise."
"Wow..."
The water sword suddenly erupted and rushed towards Xie Xuan with terrifying power.
Xie Xuan's body remained motionless, his left index finger stretched out, his fingertips touched the void, and he smashed several water blades with a snap of his fingers. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and absorbed all the water mist in the sky, turning it into a three-foot water sword in his hand. , a surging and powerful force was poured into it, the water sword buzzed and trembled, and the sword was filled with frightening fluctuations.
"The first sword!"
Xie Xuan let out a low drink, then slashed out with a water sword in his hand.
A ray of cold light flashed, and the sword shadows overlapped, seemingly endless.
Pei Qing's face was calm, his buttocks did not leave the stool, and he slid out with a graceful and agile posture. He stretched out his fingers and touched the water blade lightly with his fingertips. There was a crisp sound and water splashed to the west.
"The tavern is small, let's find another place."
While Pei Qing was speaking, he jumped out of the window and walked through the air as fast as a thundering roar.
Xie Xuan stamped his feet, rose into the sky, and followed Pei Qing.
This brief exchange was so fast that the drinkers in the tavern did not react at all. They did not react until they left the tavern, and a commotion broke out.
…………
outside the city.
By the clear water lake, the sun is hazy and the scenery is pleasant.
The branches of the willow trees by the lake swayed, and a soft breeze blew, causing ripples to appear on the lake.
Xie Xuan and Pei Qing stood on the lake at the same time, facing each other at a distance of a hundred meters. The surrounding vegetation was crushed by the powerful Qi machine, leaving countless deep pits on the ground.
"For a swordsman, the most important thing is the sword." Pei Qing said.
"I know." Xie Xuan nodded.
Pei Qing continued: "What do you think of my sword, sir?"
Xie Xuan closed his eyes slightly, feeling the subtle changes in the air. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "What a sword."
The smile on Pei Qing's face grew stronger and he asked, "How do you like Mr. Bizhi's sword?"
Xie Xuan said calmly: "My sword is not bad either."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them took action at the same time.
"Zheng..."
The sound of sword chants rang out, and sword energy flew across the sky. In an instant, countless terrifying sword energy roared out. The lake surface was stirred, and the water waves surged into the sky. Extremely violent energy raged in the air, causing the willows on the shore of the lake to be broken, and the lake surface to explode.
The silhouettes of the two men flickered and swam on the lake. Every time they crossed each other, there was bound to be a sonorous collision, and the sword light and sword energy annihilated each other.
Xie Xuan and Pei Qing were both moving very fast, too fast to be caught by the naked eye. The sword lights streaked through the void, leaving afterimages in the air.
Xie Xuan reminded: "This is the third sword."
"Yes." Pei Qing smiled and said, "Three sword strikes already."
"I'm going to draw my sword." Xie Xuan said, his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Uh-huh!"
He raised his right arm, and a three-foot green sword flew out of the city and fell into Xie Xuan's hand. In an instant, Xie Xuan's aura changed and became sharp and menacing.
"Good sword."
Pei Qing gave a shout of approval, and then, a dazzling light burst out from his pupils, he flipped his wrist, the Ming Suzaku unsheathed, the sword light flew out like a rainbow, the sword energy surged, and it rushed towards Xie Xuan.
"Dixi sword!"
Xie Xuan spoke calmly, held a sharp sword in his hand, and stabbed forward. In an instant, countless sword shadows passed across the lake, densely packed and dazzling.
