Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1123
"It's late, everyone go home!"

"What are you all doing around there? You lazy people won't work tomorrow?"

"Stop talking. Go back to the teahouse if you have anything to talk about!"

The bright moon hangs high, and the night is getting darker.

On the cold mountain, the Six Arts Competition was completely over, and the guards began to clear the field, shouting and driving away the people who were still reluctant to part with the high platform.

The people were still excited, and surrounded the practitioners in the crowd. If it weren't for the aristocratic families who had their own guards, they might have been touched by the enthusiastic people.

It wasn't until the guards started to chase people away that the people began to leave reluctantly.Many practitioners who survived the catastrophe wiped off their sweat. Young practitioners who did not know the inside story were smug, while those who knew the inside story looked at the young people standing in the tree closest to the stage with complicated expressions.

The people who come here are not all the practitioners who want to get close, but those who are most interested in them stand in the middle, and if they can't touch those people, they just touch them to be happy on the outside.

"What's going on with these people, they are really crazy tonight."

The little officials who had finished chasing people wiped the sweat from their foreheads, panting and sighing.

"There used to be a saying that Six Arts is the warm-up for the last round of the battle," an older guard sighed, "Now it seems that this is true."

The other guards around looked over curiously when they heard the words, they all knew that this old guard was an old man who had experienced the last intermediate ceremony.

"It was the same six years ago," the old guard shook his head. "After the Six Arts Battle, the common people were all excited. When it came to the final battle, there were a huge crowd of people."

"The last Six Arts Competition was not as intense as this year," the old guard sighed, "The enthusiasm of the people is as high as the last battle of the previous session, so it seems that the final battle in three days' time is still coming. people."

The other guards around all stared wide-eyed.

The old guard also murmured in his heart. When the middle-level ceremony first started, he heard other officials discussing that His Majesty would allow a woman to participate in this year's middle-level ceremony. The leader is simply outrageous.

Officials all lamented that women can actually participate in the sacred ceremony, and the rooster wakes up in the morning, which shows how chaotic the world has become. One generation is not as good as the next. This mid-level ceremony is about to come to an end.

The old guard never doubted what the officials said.But this time, for the first time, he had doubts in his heart.

Although he had little knowledge, he felt that things seemed to be different from what those officials and dignitaries said.

The officials said that the more the nun wins, the more corrupt the world is.

Is that really the case?

The old guard shook his head. He didn't know that much. He only knew that judging from his experience, the number of people watching the final battle three days later might be unusually large.

"I'm just a servant, it's useless to think so much," the old man exhaled, and patted the shoulder of the young man beside him, "I'm afraid the number of people who will come in three days will double, and those of us will follow suit. Get ready."

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Different people have different worries.

The common people went down the mountain to disperse, and the practitioners also started to leave. Ji Jiashu and others did not want to be crowded in the crowd, and walked at the back. Everyone turned their heads to take a last look at the high platform that was being removed, and the teenagers felt a little emotional.

The high platform of the six arts competition today will be dismantled overnight, because such a wooden high platform does not meet the specifications for the final day of competition.

In the battle of the Six Arts, the practitioners did not fully release their true energy, and the wooden high platform could barely support it. Under the condition that the practitioners released their true energy, such a high platform might not be able to support three moves.

The battle platform for the real sword battle must be specially made, and at the same time, it needs extremely high-level guards, so as to ensure that the aftermath of the practitioner's battle will not hurt others.

"I don't know where we will fight in three days' time," Chen Zichu sighed, "I think the top-level battle stage of Jixia Academy was used in the elementary ceremony. Can't hold back."

"You underestimate the background of our Soochow too," Zhao Guang snorted, "Since we can hold the middle-level ceremony, we naturally have a perfect plan."

"That's under normal circumstances, right?" Chen Zichu glanced at Ying Baoyue behind him, showing a delicate expression, "Do you still remember what happened in the final battle of the elementary ceremony?"

Of course Zhao Guang remembered, but the deepest impression left in his memory was that Li Ji chose to break through the heavenly rank on the eve of the last day, scaring him to death, and then...

"During the primary ceremony, the whole mountain almost collapsed," Chen Zichu looked at Zhao Guang sympathetically, "I don't know if your Dongwu mountain is strong or not."

Thinking of this, Zhao Guang turned pale.

Probably not...

"Don't scare him," Ying Baoyue came up from behind, and looked at Chen Zichu speechlessly, "With what happened in Nanchu beforehand, the Eastern Wu Guoshi will definitely be ready this time."

The mountain should never collapse again...

It's just that she doesn't know what will happen then.

At the beginning of the grand ceremony, the people of Xirong were still hiding in the dark, and only Xu Bingqing was leading the team in Beihan Pavilion, but in the end such an unexpected thing happened.

Hopefully this time, all parties are really ready.

Ying Baoyue thought of the giant dragon flying away in the sea, and felt a little uneasy for some reason.

Hearing her words, Chen Zichu stopped joking with Zhao Guang, and just laughed dryly, "I'm just worried."

"Compared to worrying about accidents, what needs to be worried about is the two-two battle three days later," Ji Jiashu also caught up. He had been silent since the results of the Six Arts Battle, and finally spoke at this moment.

"Don't forget, there are Xirong people participating this time, and we don't know the ability of those people to fight with real swords yet."

The teenagers were silent when they heard the words, and their expressions became serious.

There are not many high-level practitioners in the whole continent. Many people have known each other since they were young, and those who don't know can also inquire about some past achievements through the family's information network.

After all, a practitioner who can participate in the middle-level ceremony is not an unknown person, and a high-level practitioner is not a Chinese cabbage, who can suddenly appear.

Except for a girl from the former Qin Dynasty who suddenly appeared.

But except for special cases, practitioners from the six countries understand each other's situation.Only the Xirong people who are far outside the Great Wall of Eternal Night, no one knows their specific details.

"At least that Chunyu Ye, since he can be rated as the Sixth Prince of the Warring States Period, he should be quite capable in battle." Ji Jiashu said in a deep voice.

Since the Intermediate Ceremony was held, the scariest King Xirong Zhai in the past rumors has not had any outstanding achievements, but Ji Jiashu has always felt that that person seems to be hiding something.

It's just that he doesn't know, what could it be?
(End of this chapter)