A few miles away from the river, a carriage was slowly moving. The horse pulling the carriage was snow-white and there was no trace of variegation. The horse's hooves slowly stepped across the mud road, leaving behind a winding and twisting wheel print.

"Stop here."

A sound sounded in the car, and the round-faced boy pulling the cart immediately tied the reins in his hand and whispered through the thorny golden flower silk curtain, "Senior brother, are we not going to the appointment?"

"Go, why not? I just thought about it. Shaohe, you are now in the state of great success, and you are enough to compete with those people. It is better for you to go for your brother."

Hearing this, a glimmer flashed in the eyes of the young man driving, and a surprise appeared on his round face, "Senior Brother, should you take it seriously?"

"Of course, how can I lie to you? You should take honor and disgrace from your master as your responsibility, and you must not lose my reputation as Taoism."

As he spoke, he saw a treasure bag flying out of the car, and the person in the car continued, "This is the 'Phantom Pill' refined by the master. After taking it, your skill will improve a lot within a few hours, that is, you can reach the peak of great success or higher."

The round-faced boy took it with joy, "Thank you, Senior Brother, Shaohe will definitely be the only one who will not be humiliated by the mountain gate."

"Sheng, noon is coming, you'd better go."

The round-faced boy bowed to the carriage, then jumped up and walked quickly towards the river. Naturally, while running, he did not forget to open the bag, take out a thumb-sized vermilion pill, and swallowed it without hesitation. Suddenly, his clothes were swelling, and the soil under his feet inexplicably flew everywhere. The round-faced boy let out a long roar and headed forward again.

"Haha, it's a pity. Ming Zibai is still thinking about competing with you. It seems that he has the only chance to wait for the next time."

In the carriage, the young young man with a purple jade crown in the wrong gold jacquard said in a voice, and then a chuckled appeared on the corner of his mouth, "But next time, it would be interesting to destroy you when your Confucianism was struggling to death."

As he said that, he slowly closed his eyes and said to himself, "Let's go."

These two words were said, and the white horse that was looking for the decayed grass was tilted down its front hooves, turned its direction, heading towards the east, and then started swaying again.

By the river, a cup of tea was finally drunk, and the glass cup cut apart again and fell on the wooden table. Tan Zhiyuan, the elder of the Mo family, waved his sleeves, wondering where he was received.

"It seems that only we nostalgic people have come here. I don't know how many people will be able to step into this bitter and cold state in twenty years, remembering the 'Appointment of the Sons' by the Lishui River?"

Shaking the paper fan, Tuoba Ye, the elder of the family, whispered softly, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and there was also a sense of loneliness in his words.

He swung his right hand, put away the paper fan, sighed, and Tuobaye said again, "The prosperity is gone, but this thousand miles of ice has never changed. I think only it remembers how many years the heroes have been here, and they also saw that their hair was dyed with white snow and their heroic ambition was broken."

This was just a matter of mourning and heartfelt thoughts. Tian Yulun and others sighed secretly. The scenery was still the same, but the years were gone, and there was no more scenes. Who else could be here?

Maybe you are the next person who has failed the contract.

"Haha, you, the storyteller, have you started to preach the scriptures again? No one in the world can escape the way of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Even if you and I have achieved perfect cultivation, they will probably live in vain for hundreds of years. After all, this world belongs to these young men."

Yan Haisheng, the elder of Yin and Yang family, said with a smile. Perhaps he had seen through the secret of heaven, but he was quite calm about the words of emotion. As soon as he said this, Tuobaye's face changed and he smiled, just like he was telling a book, his expression changed, and his emotions came from the story.

"Old Yan said that this time is coming soon. I think I can't see anyone else, so I will start as agreed."

Tan Zhiyuan finished drinking the last drop of tea from the cup in his hand, looked up at the sky, and said softly. As soon as he said that, several gazes came towards Liu Ying, which made him a little at a loss. Along the way, Tian Yulun had not told him about the specific matters of the competition. Now, these masters all looked at him, how could they not panic?

"The old rules are the sects that won the last time, and others take turns to challenge your military strategists, and the winner will win."

Tan Zhiyuan said again, and Liu Xi finally knew why these people looked at him, because twenty years ago, the winner of the appointment of the various sons was his uncle Liu Han, who was walking in the dust of the military strategists. Now, as the new "Pojun" of the military strategists, he is naturally the defender, accepting the wheel-war challenges of other sects.

But if this is the case, the more you go, the more you will be, and it is very unfair to those who defend the game. But if you were not able to defeat other sects by yourself, how could you convince the other party? Perhaps the sects who were arrogant at the beginning had such ideas and then they had the current competition method.

Liu Xi doesn't need to care about how the rules are determined. He is now guarding the five schools of Confucianism, Mohism, Yin-Yang, Medicine, and Miscellaneous Families who come here are sure to defeat Ma Xiu and this Mohist lady. The disciples of Yin-Yang and Medicine have not seen their skills and cannot be sure. As for the name of Confucianism, Liu Xi was not sure at all, so he could only bite the bullet and gamble.

Just as he was thinking, a figure flew over, and the powerful aura on his body dispersed without any concealment, and it was above the great success. In just a moment, he walked from a hundred feet away and stood on one side. His fat face was cold and he looked around. Then he buzzed, "Taoist, Lu Shaohe."

This move is a bit rude, and Tuobaye immediately turned cold. The promises of the sects have been passed down for hundreds of years. Although they can break the promise, they can also come alone in the world. However, they have never seen such arrogant disciples. The sects and Confucians have been fighting for thousands of years because of their sect origin. When Zibai saw him, he also signaled that the Taoist disciples clearly ignored them and these predecessors.

"Okay, since the time is up, let's start the competition, but I have a suggestion."

Before Tuobaye was angry, Tian Yulun spoke this sentence, and saw everyone coming, and then said, "We are here to compete, but for hundreds of years, some of them are just talking about the victory or loss by martial arts, but the stars change and the fight is changing. This is no longer the time when the small princes and small countries set up their own doors and wars are constantly in chaos. The walks of the dust of each sect cannot use their cultivation at will, and their actions should be judged by the style of a gentleman. Therefore, I want to change this competition into a battle between civil and military affairs. My military "Pojun" guards the ring. Those present can fight in the same way as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If you lose, you will lose."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Tuobaye smiled, shook the paper fan, stroked the white beard and said repeatedly, "Brother Hengping said what he thought in his heart. Forty years ago, Tuobaye felt this way, but he had never had the chance to change. Now it is finally my turn to make the decision. Miscellaneous people are familiar with scriptures and familiar with the ways of sages, and they agree very much with this."

As he said that, Tuobaye glanced at Bai Miao and smiled. Compared with other schools, the Miscellaneous Schools and Confucianism were one and the same vein. However, they were later divided into two branches, one branch was the height of the temple, and the other branch was the story of the story of the legend.

Both sects regard themselves as their sect source, so they fought for hundreds of years with their strength.

With a gentle smile, the famous boy stroking the guqin in his arms, "There is no objection to Confucianism."

"This method is really good, and my Yin-Yang family also thinks it is appropriate."

"Over the years, the Mo family members have only used axes and chisels in your eyes. Today, the girl from the Binrui shows off her skills. The good people know that my Mo family is also a romantic and elegant man."

Li Yunying's red lips curled slightly, and a touching smile appeared, "Since all seniors think it is feasible, my doctor will naturally not object."

Finally, everyone looked at the Taoist Lu Shaohe. Although he was a junior and was rude, he represented Taoism after all. When he came here to make an appointment, he had the right to express his opinions.

"You have the final say."

Lu Zihe said again in a buzzing voice, as if he didn't care about the competition, and he had already grasped the confidence to win.

"Shan, then I'll make up this time, Tian Peng, you go to the ice."

Tian Yulun said this, Liu Xi was a little surprised, raised his foot and walked forward, frowned slightly, wondering why the Great Elder proposed to change the competition and let him connect with civil and military affairs. Isn’t this a more unfavorable situation?

When he walked past Ming Zibai, he saw that he was stroking Qin's body carefully, and Liu Xi suddenly became more enlightened.

Standing on the ice surface, cold air surged everywhere, but Liu Xi did not have the slightest desire to be cold, and his heart and blood were surging violently. Later, this will be his home court, and he will definitely not lose to anyone.

Thinking in my heart, my fists clenched tightly.

"call……"

A mouthful of white mist was spit out, and Liu Xi carried out the "Nine Changes of Dragon and Snake". The dragon image immediately jumped out from behind him, and the "Shangxie" with a hint of green also floated out of his body, floating downwards in front of Liu Xi.

When he made this move, Ma Xiu, who was about to step forward, couldn't help but stiffen his body. He took another step later, but he was heading in an unexpected direction.

"Tuoba Xiu, please give me some advice from my senior brother."
Chapter completed!