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Volume 4 Chapter 65 Birthday Wishes

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    Chapter 65 Birthday Congratulations

    In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and the day of the headmaster's ceremony has arrived.

    A few days ago, everyone in the Ziyang Sword Sect has been busy, cleaning, decorating, preparing meals, tables and chairs, and some festive items. The entire Ziyang Mountain has been decorated with a new look, filled with joy.

    ?This is a big day for the Ziyang Sword Sect, and everyone in the sect is celebrating with pride.

    They have great respect for this new leader. In the past ten days, everyone's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, which is obvious to all.

    The iron sword gate is like a sword hanging over their heads. This sword is tied with hair and may fall at any time.

    Now, the new head¡¯s martial arts are extremely high. With a little guidance, their martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds.

    Every morning in the battle, everyone has his own victory or defeat. You are advancing by leaps and bounds, and I am not standing still, moving forward together, so I don¡¯t think anything about it.

    But among all the people, there is one person who has not been instructed by the new head, and that is Zhao Shengnan, the master of Piaohua Hall.

    She is like a goddess in the hearts of everyone. During the melee, no one messes with her. Firstly, among everyone, as the leader of the hall, she has the strongest martial arts. Secondly, the disciples do not want to be hostile to her.

    But they don¡¯t mess with Zhao Shengnan, but Zhao Shengnan wants to mess with them. With her superior martial arts, she can bully everyone to her heart¡¯s content.

    In the first two days, they were beaten until they were unable to fight back.

    But starting from the third day, the situation took a turn for the worse. Zhao Shengnan realized that he could not bully his disciples as much as he wanted.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? together and cooperate with each other to use the two sword techniques in the Ziyang Sword School, but the power is increased several times.

    Normally, she would be able to defeat the two of them with four or five moves, but now she is unable to attack them for a long time and is unable to do so.

    She also understood the reason for this.

    There are ten people in each of the five halls. They go to the back mountain to receive instructions from the new head, and then come back to teach the rest of the disciples.

    Among these ten people, the main hall masters are not included. These ten people work in pairs and learn the art of combined attack.

    They didn¡¯t learn new tricks, they just learned the sequence of moves.

    There are many sword techniques in the Ziyang Sword School, from the Twelve Ziyang Swords for beginners, to Shaoyang Swordsmanship, to the Twenty-Four Ziyang Swordsmanship, to Zhongyang Swordsmanship, and some such as Yaori Swordsmanship, Morning Light Swordsmanship  Swordsmanship, to the Sun Sword Technique at the back, and the highest sword technique - Ziyang Sword Technique.

    What Xiao Yuesheng asked them to practice was the Twelve Purple Yang Swords.

    Every disciple is very familiar with this introductory sword technique, as if it has been imprinted into the body. The sword follows the heart and moves most smoothly.

    Xiao Yuesheng gave a little guidance on how the twelve moves are coherent and free, the front and back moves, and what moves should be used to coordinate with each other.

    His instructions had the magical effect of turning decay into something magical. Once the disciples learned it, it was so powerful that they seemed to have been reborn.

    The four elders and the five hall masters were very shocked and admired the new leader even more.

    ?? God is not good at it. On the day of the inauguration ceremony of the leader, it was gloomy and dark clouds were overhead, which was a sign of heavy rain. The sky and the earth were dark, as if it was sunset.

    Xiao Yuesheng was sitting in the study, holding a book and reading. The lamp was turned on in the study, and the soft light enveloped him.

    Behind him, stood a slender and beautiful girl with an oval face, curved eyebrows, watery eyes, small and exquisite facial features, a peach and rosy mouth, and she wanted to take a bite.

    She stood quietly, clasping her hands together, looking at Xiao Yuesheng's back and the sky outside the window, her watery eyes showing worry.

    Xiao Yuesheng suddenly said: "Yushu, study ink!"

    "Yes." The girl's voice was soft and crisp, and she stepped forward gently, carrying a faint fragrance.

    Her fingers are as white and tender as green onions. Her thumb, index finger, and middle finger hold the inkstone, and her little finger is slightly curled, with elegant movements.

    Xiao Yuesheng put down the book, picked up the paperweight and pressed it on the rice paper, picked up the pen and wrote four characters in one stroke - Ziyang Sword Sect.

    These four words Canggu Zunjin seem to come from the ancient wilderness period. They have an indescribable momentum that captures the soul.

    The girl stared at these four words and kept looking at them, with a look of admiration on her face.

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at it, shook his head, pressed his palm, and the rice paper turned into powder. With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind picked up the powder, flew out of the Xuan window, and disappeared.

    He looked out the window, shook his head and smiled: "It seems that today's ceremony cannot be held."

    "Master, it won't rain." The girl said hurriedly.

    Xiao Yuesheng sighed and said, "It doesn't matter whether it rains or not, but it's a bit strange that no one has come so far!"?

    The girl turned her watery eyes twice and whispered: "Maybe the time has not come"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly: "If you don't come now, it looks like you won't come. Go tell Elder Tang that the ceremony will begin!"

    "Yes!" the girl said solemnly, exited gently, closed the door, looked at Xiao Yuesheng again, and suddenly felt sad in her heart.

    There was great joy inside and outside Fengcheng, because a major event happened in the city. The owner of the Iron Sword Sect, Li Mo, the Golden Swordsman, was celebrating his fiftieth birthday.

    In the past two years, the Iron Sword Sect has become increasingly powerful, and many masters have appeared in the gang. The Golden Swordsman Li Mo's martial arts is even more brilliant, and he has long been famous in the martial arts world.

    Especially this year, with the conflict between the Iron Sword Sect and the Ziyang Sect, the former No. 1 Sword Sect in Huainan was cornered by the Iron Sword Sect, which further shows how powerful the Iron Sword Sect is.

    A few days ago, the leader of the Ziyang Sword Sect was killed by Li Mo, which pushed the reputation of the Iron Sword Sect to its peak, and no other gang in Huainan could match it.

    This time, it was his fiftieth birthday and he invited friends everywhere. All the prominent people in Huainan received his invitations.

    These people received another invitation at the same time. The succession ceremony for the new head of the Ziyang Sect was held on the same day.

    At noon, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sun broke through the dark clouds and shone on the earth, bathing the entire Fengcheng in it.

    At the iron sword gate main altar, a burly old man stood at the door of the hall, clasping his fists and smiling, surrounded by people standing like stars over the moon.

    There was a sound of admiration in their mouths, and they all said that God was so kind that he purposely dispersed the dark clouds for the birthday of Master Li.

    The burly old man was none other than Li Mo. He raised his head and laughed. His face was red, but he was extremely humble. He even said it was a coincidence.

    There was a sound of cannon, it was noon, and the banquet began.

    Tiedaomen has set up flowing water mats. On the street outside Tiedaomen, pedestrians can sit down and eat at will. The grand occasion is unprecedented, and Tiedaomen is packed to the brim.

    A handsome young man came to Li Mo and said in a low voice: "Master, everything is ready. Let's start the banquet."

    Li Mo nodded, clasped his fists and laughed, "Everyone, don't stand there in the light. The banquet is ready. Let's go in and chat while we eat!"

    Everyone walked in humbly, talking in low voices and discussing, and the whole forum was noisy.

    Just at this time, a long shout suddenly came from the distance: "Head Xiao of Ziyang Sect congratulates Sect Leader Li on his birthday¡ª¡ª!"

    Everyone paused, stopped and turned to look, with surprise on their faces.

    The street outside Tiedaomen is packed with people. The flowing seats at Tiedaomen are very attractive, and people come to eat one after another.

    Those guests stopped and turned to look back. Some came to the gate and looked out.

    The crowd surged, and a passage suddenly appeared. Four people came slowly, one in front, wearing a green shirt, with a green sword hanging on his waist. He walked slowly and looked calm and solemn. It was Xiao Yuesheng.

    Behind him, there are two old men and a young girl. The old man is Chen Chengxiang, the elder of the palm sword, Fan Qingyun, the elder of the dark sword, and the young girl is the maid He Yushu.

    The four people walked slowly, as if there was an invisible air shield separating them from the people around them. They came calmly and no one could stop them.

    "Stop!" Four big men stood in front of them, holding long knives in their arms, staring at them coldly, their eyes gleaming.

    Xiao Yuesheng stopped and frowned.

    Fan Qingyun took a step forward and shouted: "You are so presumptuous!Is this how the Iron Blade Sect treats birthday wishes?!"

    "Haha" There was a burst of laughter, and Li Mo came out at the door, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "It turns out that Elder Fan is coming here. It's really a glorious event!"

    Fan Qingyun sneered and said: "Li, you have taken another step towards the grave. Congratulations!"

    Li Mo laughed: "Haha, although I am one step closer, don't worry, I will definitely walk behind you, and I will give you a ride in advance!"

    Many guests nearby were puzzled. Ziyang Sword Sect and Iron Sword Sect were not feuding with each other for life and death. How could they talk so affectionately?  !

    "Huh! I'm too lazy to talk to you!" Fan Qingyun sneered, pointed at Xiao Yuesheng, and said seriously: "This is the new head of our sect, please come and greet me!"

    "Hey, the new leader is quite courageous!" Li Mo looked at Xiao Yuesheng, shook his head, and sighed: "Haha, my favorite thing is to kill the leader of Ziyang Sword Sect!"

    Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes slightly, looked him over, and said calmly: "You might as well give it a try."

    After saying that, he stepped forward and walked straight towards Li Mo.

    Everyone¡¯s hearts tightened and their eyes did not blink.
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