Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1179 Decided
The stone surface of Longlin Rock was cracked with fine lines, and He Lan Chengwen fell on his back to the ground, the long sword in his hand had been broken in two.

The strong wind swept over the high platform, leaving only the slender figure behind.

She stood upright like a green bamboo, and everyone in the audience stared at this scene speechlessly, and the flowing clouds in the sky seemed to stagnate at this moment.

This scene remained in everyone's mind for a long time.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, and the violent wind and splashes on the stage stopped abruptly.

Everyone let out a breath like a drowning person.

The battle is over.

Won.

She won.

Chen Zichu held his chest and gasped for breath. The last time he felt suffocated like this was when Li Ji appeared on the stage, but the gap between Ying Baoyue and Li Ji was too great. It stands to reason that she could not have such a feeling. Is all this their illusion?
"She..." Chen Zichu turned his head in a daze, and looked at his friend and younger brother who were also in a daze beside him, "She..."

"She won." Ji Jiashu's expression was the calmest among the group of people, but he turned his head and smiled at Chen Zichu. Chen Zichu always felt that the epiphyllum was blooming on the snow mountain.

Ji Jiashu spoke softly.

"Your leader has won."

"Our leader..." Chen Zichu clenched his fists, a sense of pride welled up in his heart.

The participants of each elementary ceremony have a natural bond between the same period. Ying Baoyue, as the leader of this year's elementary ceremony, has lowered the evaluation of the winners of this year's elementary ceremony to a certain extent. Most of the cultivators of the first class look down on their class, thinking that they lost to a woman and their level is poor.

But their leader has proven himself.

Both the previous and this year's leaders have entered the top 32.

Moreover, Ying Baoyue fought an absolutely oppressive battle against Tier [-]. He Lancheng's sword was broken in battle, but Ying Baoyue himself was not injured at all. Such a cross-border killing is unheard of on the Shanhai Continent, even Ji Jiashu He had never achieved such a record when he was in the sixth rank.

And in this battle, as a disciple of Jixia Academy, Ying Baoyue dealt a huge blow to the disciples of Beihan Pavilion.

"Really...lost..."

"That guy He Lan Chengwen is really embarrassing, no wonder the He Lan family is going to lose!"

"Hey! Anyway, he has been an inner disciple for less than three months. After today is over, I will immediately ask Master to expel this trash from the sect!"

Under the tree in the north, the disciples of Beihan Pavilion had ugly faces and talked a lot, and the more they said, the more ugly they sounded.

"Are you okay?" Tuoba turned to He Lancheng who was pushing his wheelchair.

"It's okay," He Lancheng said calmly, "I'm used to it."

Isn't Beihan Pavilion such a place?

The weak prey on the strong, praise the high and trample the low, win and be praised, and lose and be belittled.

Of course, such a cruel environment can indeed stimulate disciples to work hard, and He Lancheng didn't think there was any problem with such an atmosphere before.

Until he met that woman, he thought that the most powerful and capable practitioners in the world must be decisive, ruthless and iron-blooded.

Those who achieve great things must not stick to small details, and other practitioners who are weaker than themselves are their stepping stones.

But when he arrived in Southern Chu, he saw a completely different practitioner.

Seeing He Lan Chengwen lying alone on the stone platform and no one was paying attention, He Lancheng sighed, let go of the wheelchair handle, "Brother, I'll go pick it up..."

After all, he was his own brother, He Lancheng was about to go up to help someone, but the scene in front of him stopped him.

He Lan Chengwen spread out a big character on the cold stone platform. The stone platform was cold, and his whole body was tingling, but his heart was ashamed.

There were sarcasm and ridicule from the audience, pushing him even lower when he couldn't get up, and he knew that no one would pay attention to him.

What was waiting for him was being carried down on a stretcher like a dog in water.

However, at this moment, a hand was stretched out in front of him.

That hand still had the heat from rubbing against the hilt of the sword before.

He Lan Chengwen opened his eyes in a daze, and met a pair of eyes like the clear spring in the forest.

Ying Baoyue bent down and stretched out her hand to the person on the ground, "Accept."

He Lancheng looked at her intently, wondering if she wanted to play with him or step on him again, she had just won a big victory over him, shouldn't she turn around and leave gracefully?
Ying Baoyue reached out and pulled him up, regardless of the many twists and turns in his heart.

"Well, I should be able to walk after taking a break," Ying Baoyue said, "I didn't hit so hard."

The corner of He Lanchengwen's mouth twitched, he just wanted to lie on the ground and wait for the stretcher to carry him away, and he didn't want to limp down the stone platform to meet those ridicules.

But he didn't expect that after pulling him up, Ying Baoyue nodded to him, turned around after a salute, and was about to leave.

"It's rare for a princess of a country to do so much to my adoptive son," He Lan Chengwen couldn't hold back, and blurted out a sarcastic word against her back.

Ying Baoyue stopped and turned her head slightly.

He Lan Chengwen felt a little regretful, stared at her, but only heard Ying Baoyue calmly say, "What about the adopted son?"

She saw He Lan Chengwen for the first time today, but she could tell from the first meeting that this young man had a heart of inferiority that could not be concealed under his proud and indifferent face.

In this era where talents are judged by family background, this is an unavoidable situation.

The family is the world, the blood is the hero.

Orphans who don't know their parents are the bottom of this patriarchal society.

I don't even know where I come from.

But so what?

"Practitioners should stand upright," Ying Baoyue glanced at He Lanchengwen, "Young man, if you have hands and feet, don't complain about yourself all the time. After you practice for another two years, you are welcome to take revenge on me."

After she finished speaking, she left without delay, leaving He Lan Chengwen staring blankly at her back.

Originally, he really wanted to scold you for what a noble princess like you knows, but when he saw her eyes, he was stunned.

Those are not the eyes of the ignorant and ignorant golden branches and jade leaves.

Ying Baoyue left behind He Lanchengwen's possible complaints, she knew what he wanted to say, but she didn't care.

She is also an orphan.

Maybe he fell a few hands more than Helan Chengwen.

Ordinary natural practitioners were born, and the family was attacked by a few wild dogs in the middle of the night at most. The small family couldn't bear to leave their children in the high-ranking family, and what she could attract was not just a few wild dogs.

If she guessed correctly, the beasts she attracted back then might not even be able to withstand the rich, so she was sent back and forth, and finally hung into the cloud forest.

According to her master, she was hung quite deep in the cloud forest.

Ordinary people can't abandon it so deeply.

It is impossible for a practitioner who can enter the interior of the cloud forest to be low-level, but such a practitioner dare not raise her.

Fortunately, she hadn't awakened when she was a baby, otherwise, if she did, it would be another tragedy.

At that time, she was just an unknown baby who would bring disaster to adopters.

She was thrown around until she was picked up by that silly woman.

Really, so stupid, so stupid.

Ying Baoyue walked down the stone platform with her hands on the railing, and she was greeted with exclamations.

She is no longer an ordinary practitioner.

She was already one of the top 32 in the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony in the Seventh Year of the Warring States Period.

(End of this chapter)