Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1162 Accident
The cruelty of the middle-level ceremony was fully exposed, and the practitioners of the Six Nations were defeated by the practitioners of the Xirong, and the people who were watching were disappointed.

"This session is really over..."

"The Xirong people have won so much, even young people can't beat them. If Xirong fights in the future, I think we old bones should surrender."

"There are 17 people in Beihan Pavilion alone, so it seems that the statement that Beihan Pavilion has surpassed Jixia Academy in terms of martial arts achievements is true."

"Sure enough, the Northern Wei Dynasty should not be underestimated. If we want to resist Xirong in the future, we still have to rely on the Northern Wei Dynasty. Why didn't the Northern Wei Dynasty hold a high-level ceremony?"

There was a lot of discussion all around, Chen Zi, Chu Ji, Jia Shu and other Jixia Academy disciples looked ugly when they heard this.

But I have to admit that, in terms of results, it is difficult for them to refute.

As if the calculations were done, among the top 64, there were 50 people left after excluding the Xirong people.Even if the former Qin Dynasty and the middle Tang Dynasty are included in the south, there are only 21 practitioners left in the south, and 29 practitioners in the north.

Among the 29 people in the north, there are 20 people in the Northern Wei Dynasty alone, and nine people in the Later Liao Dynasty.

Among the 20 people left by the Northern Wei Dynasty, Beihan Pavilion disciples accounted for 17 people.

"The group of southerners finally know how powerful our Beihan Pavilion is." Xu Bingqing's silver bell-like laughter came from a distance, and the disciples of Jixia Academy were a little discouraged.

You must know that the ranking of the Northern Wei Dynasty in this year's primary ceremony is not high, but unexpectedly in the middle-level ceremony, the Northern Wei Dynasty has achieved a reversal.

"Northern folk customs have a well-deserved reputation..."

Du Siqi touched his empty arm with no cloth strips, and his small face was depressed. He was a well-known genius in Nanchu, but he didn't expect that he didn't even make it to the top 64 in the middle-level ceremony.

"It's true that the folk customs are aggressive, but so many people can enter Beihan Pavilion, is it really just because of the folk customs?" Ying Baoyue suddenly said lightly.

Li Ji, who was standing in the front, looked back at her.

"How do you say that?" Ji Jiashu stared at her in a daze.

The battles in the morning were extremely complicated. There were more than 200 battles between hundreds of people in just one morning. Because there were too many battles, some things hidden in the battles were easily overlooked.

"This morning, the disciples of Beihan Pavilion and the Xirong people fought a total of seven times." Ying Baoyue glanced at Ji Jiashu, "The total number of times the disciples of Jixia Academy and former Qin practitioners met the Xirong people was 47 times." .”

Ji Jiashu slowly opened his eyes wide.

There were too many battles in the morning, and a few well-known practitioners could still remember the battles, but most of the practitioners focused on their own battles. How could there be so many battles to remember who played against each other?Who would remember such a thing?

Ji Jiashu didn't expect that Ying Baoyue would remember every scene.

But when these numbers add up, they calculate such an astonishing fact that it hardly seems like a coincidence.

Seven vs. 37...

Ji Jiashu was speechless, and Chen Zihan, Xu Yishan and others who were not eliminated were also speechless.

"Baoyue, you mean there was a problem with the lottery?" Chen Zichu raised his head abruptly.

"It's hard to say," Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the lottery box drawn by the examiners on the stage. Beihan Pavilion disciples would occasionally draw strong ones, and Jixia Academy and former Qin practitioners did not always meet Xi Rong. People, only if they add up the total number, will they find that this probability is really bizarre.

Zhao Guang's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the dejected former Qin team on the other side of the stone platform.

If there is any country on the Cold Mountain that is the worst at this time, it is the former Qin Dynasty.

Stepson Ying Xun's right-hand man, Huo Zhan, was defeated early on. Other cultivators with a little name and surname all met a strong one and fell one after another. As a result, the only practitioner in the country who entered the top 64 was his step-son Ying Xun.

Oh, by the way, there is also Ying Baoyue.

Zhao Guang glanced at Ying Baoyue, because Ying Baoyue had already joined Jixia Academy, and many people could hardly remember that she was a former Qin practitioner.

Speaking of which, Ying Baoyue was just like other former Qin practitioners, she met the best of the best, but she won all of them.

What is going on with this lottery?

Former Qin was always at the bottom of both the primary and intermediate ceremonies, and the whole country was shattered. Practitioners from other countries took it for granted that the former Qin people were defeated, but they didn't realize it until Ying Baoyue reminded them. , the frequency with which the former Qin people encountered masters seemed too unusual.

It is understandable for someone to target Jixia Academy. Why target a country that has already declined in the field of practice?

But no matter what, the disciples of Jixia Academy are also in crisis this year.

The teenagers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree became confused because of Ying Baoyue's words, but at this time the new lottery had already started again.

"The fourth round begins!"

"In the first round of the fourth round, Xu Bingqing of the Northern Wei Dynasty faced the former Qin stepson Ying Xun!"

Ying Xun?

Ying Baoyue under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree suddenly raised her head, and clenched her hand on her chest.

Ji Jiashu and the others were also surprised.

Just now they were discussing that the former Qin cultivators met unusual opponents, but they did not expect that the next orthodox former Qin seedling would meet the Northern Wei saint girl.

"Isn't this too unlucky?" Chen Zichu said in a broken voice, "Ying Xun met Xu Bingqing?"

"Who will win?"

Although Ying Xun was the stepson of the former Qin Dynasty, he grew up in Southern Chu since he was a child, and because he and Ji Jiashu were cousins, Chen Zichu often met him in the Nanchu State Teacher's Mansion since he was a child, and he had a good impression of this former stepson of the Qin Dynasty.

Chen Zichu still remembers the scene of Ying Xun gently letting Ying Baoyue rest on the field in the battle of the primary ceremony. Such a gentle young man unexpectedly met Xu Bingqing who was suddenly promoted to the fifth rank.

"Ying Xun is in trouble now." Ji Jiashu frowned, "No matter what, Xu Bingqing is already in the Divine Dance Realm."

In the previous few rounds, Xu Bingqing almost always defeated the enemy with one move, and received a lot of applause.

Although in Ji Jiashu's view, it was almost all suppressed by realm, but Xu Bingqing had to admit that Xu Bingqing had such ample amount of real energy.

Unlike Xu Bingqing, Ying Xun was only ranked sixth.

On the former Qin team, almost everyone seemed to have been beaten by Shuang.

"My lord, I..." Huo Zhan covered the wound on his shoulder, and looked at Ying Xun who was arranging his clothes and preparing to go on stage, his lips trembling, "You have to be careful."

"Come on, I'm not going to die." Looking at him like this, Ying Xun squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Besides, my cousin also managed to cross the border before, didn't she?"

At the Dachao meeting, Ying Baoyue even faced Xu Bingqing directly as a sixth-rank body.

Then why didn't he dare?

But that girl is special.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Huo Zhan couldn't help but realize it after experiencing the power of a real master, but he knew that he couldn't say this.

But looking at Ying Xun with firm eyes, Huo Zhan could only smile, "I wish you the best of luck."

Ying Xun walked up to the high platform and looked at his figure on the high platform. People from the former Qin Dynasty looked desperate, but people from the Northern Wei Dynasty looked very contemptuous.

"You are the former step-son of the Qin Dynasty?" Xu Bingqing had already stood still on the high platform, looking at Ying Xun with a half-smile and said, "The cousin of that lowly woman?"

Ying Xun's usual peaceful expression changed.

He slowly drew out the long sword at his waist.

"Try saying one more thing." He stared quietly at Xu Bingqing, "Say one more word about my sister, I don't mind cutting you in half."

Ying Baoyue was startled when she heard the words, she couldn't take her eyes off the young man on the stage.

Besides Ying Xun, what caught her attention was his sword.

"That sword is..." Ji Jiashu knew that sword, remembering that his cousin would only take it out on special occasions.

"I remember it was his father's relic, right?" Chen Zichu murmured, "It seems to be called... Yuehua?"

At this time, we look at each other and not hear each other, and I am willing to follow the monarch every month.

It was a birthday present she gave to that person. She didn't name it, and went back to the Great Wall of Eternal Night after giving it away. Later, she heard that he had chosen a name, but she didn't know that he had chosen such a name.

Ying Baoyue quietly raised her head.

Under the sunlight, the pure white long sword is like a bright moon.

That is, Ying Su's sword.

　"At this time, we see each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you." --Tang Zhang Ruoxu "Spring River Flower and Moon Night"

　　The meaning of this poem is: At this time, we look at the moon but cannot hear each other. I hope to shine on you with the moonlight.

　　If Baoyue knew this name in her previous life, maybe she could sense Yingsu's intentions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)