Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1236
When the sun rose to the Chen hour position, the carriage had already been harnessed outside the World Security Courtyard.

Chen Zichu and Song Qian arranged the affairs in the car together, jumped out of the carriage first, and looked at the closed door.

The next moment, the door opened with a creak, and Chen Zichu took a step back, staring blankly at the girl standing beside Ji Jiashu.

"Former Princess Qin! I am the person sent by your husband to save you!"

In the early morning air, his rash words when they first met rang in his ears. Chen Zichu looked at the girl standing in the morning light, with complicated emotions surging in his chest.

At that time, she was still being hunted down by the Divine Dance Realm, and she was only a ninth-level practitioner who dodged in embarrassment.

But at this time, it was no longer Princess Heqin who was despised by the people of Southern Chu at that time.

From this day on, she has become a high-level practitioner who has to be recognized in the practice world.

"It is impossible for ordinary people to become practitioners!"

"I can't do anything!"

Standing behind Ying Baoyue, Gui Chen also quietly watched the girl surrounded by everyone.

He remembered his desperate cry.

I still remember the hands that held him on the cliff.

That day, he carried a person back from the mountain, and his story has changed since then.

But he didn't expect that she would take him so far.

"Gui Chen?" Ying Baoyue turned her head and looked at her iron guard, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Gui Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed her on the shoulder, "Go."

Go and turn this practice world upside down, let everyone remember her name, and remember the lord he swore allegiance to.

Ying Baoyue stepped over the threshold, and in the morning light, she raised her head slightly.

Her face was no longer tired like when she just broke through, and her eyes were as clear as stars, reminding Ji Jiashu of the star-shadow pontoon he saw last night.

He took a deep breath and held out his hand to the person beside him.

In his memory, this was the first time he sent someone to participate in a battle.

"Let's go," he smiled.

The horn has sounded.

In the seventh year of the Warring States Period, the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony, the final battle.

It's finally here.

……

……

Outside Ruyang City, behind Hanshan Mountain, crowds of people surged.

Mo Hua took Meng Shi's hand and watched as there were twice as many formation masters as there were yesterday who were nervously constructing formations.

"It's just one night. I don't know where the Eastern Wu Guoshi found so many formation masters," Mo Hua said softly.

"All the formation masters in the Eastern Wu Imperial Prayer Province who are good at formations should have joined," a voice sounded from a position slightly lower beside him. Mo Hua lowered his head slightly, looking at the person on the wheelchair pushed by He Lancheng in surprise. Tuoba Xun.

"What are you so surprised for?" Sensing Mo Hua's changing aura, the corners of Tuoba Xun Bai Ling's mouth slightly curved, "We just met a few hours ago, didn't we?"

"What the big brother Beihan Pavilion is talking about, the villain can't understand," Mo Hua looked away and said lightly.

Don't want to admit it?
Tuoba Xun felt the breath of Meng Shi who had been silent beside him, and sighed slightly in his heart.

The will of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty was unbelievably firm, and he came only to win.

Mo Hua didn't bother with this North Cold Pavilion disciple who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. He stretched out his hand to cover Meng Shi's veins and asked, "How is your injury? Do you want to find a fire magician to lose some real blood?" Yuan?"

"No need," Meng Shi stretched his five fingers, "Thanks to your elixir last night, they have all recovered."

"Pillage? What kind of medicine?"

Tuoba Xun felt the aura of his stepson beside him, and found that Meng Shi was not lying. The aura on Meng Shi's body had indeed completely recovered, even fuller and sharper. Thinking of a previous rumor, Tuoba Xun slightly clenched the handle of the wheelchair , opened his mouth in astonishment.

"Could it be the Recovery Pill?"

Fuyuan Pill is similar to Pojing Pill, both of which are precious pills produced by Beihan Pavilion, but unlike Pojing Pill, Fuyuan Pill is a serious medicinal pill, which can help practitioners quickly repair meridians and restore true energy, but such miraculous effects Naturally, the elixir is not easy to refine, and only his master Xu Canghai can refine it in the whole North Cold Pavilion, and it requires an extremely large amount of rare and valuable medicinal materials. His master has only refined five in the past ten years, of which three One was dedicated to the royal family, and two were bought at a high price.

Tuoba Xun didn't know which one of the five that Meng Shi was taking, but no matter which one was scary enough, it was a waste of money.

"Rejuvenation Pill?" Ke Tuobaxun didn't expect Meng Shi to be taken aback after hearing this, and looked at Mo Hua suspiciously, "Didn't you say it was the healing pill that your master gave you?"

Mo Hua froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile on his face the next moment, "Well, that's right, although it's a bit troublesome, it's not particularly expensive, just let my master practice after eating."

Haha, not too expensive...

Because it wasn’t practiced by your master at all!
Feeling the stiffness of Mo Hua's breath, Tuoba Xun has 100% confirmed that it is the Rejuvenation Pill.

He did not hesitate to coax and deceive Meng Shi to eat it, he really wanted his master Xu Canghai to hear it again.

"Brother Beihange doesn't seem very happy?" Mo Hua glanced at him lightly, "You probably remember that you are from the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

"I remember," Tuoba Xun smiled slightly, "so I'm just here today to witness."

Witness the final outcome of those four people.

Someone will win, someone will lose.

Among the four, only one can stay in the end.

Mo Hua understood the meaning behind Tuoba Xun's words, and his expression was a little complicated.

Four people, three battles.

Although he knew it would be difficult, Meng Shi's dream would only take two battles at most.

This was a duel that anyone would be afraid of, an opponent who would be afraid, but the girl beside him didn't have a trace of fear in her breath.

The long sword, which was as bright as the sun, buzzed slightly around her waist.

Mo Hua knew that Meng Shi had lived for that wish for more than ten years, and he didn't even have the time to look around and enjoy his own life.

If she realizes that wish today, can this Northern Wei girl who has suffered so much be able to be herself again?
Mo Hua didn't know, he looked at Meng Shi's resolute side face and wanted to say something, but found that Meng Shi suddenly turned his head.

Feeling that breath, Mo Hua's whole body was shocked, and he turned his head after Meng Shi.

A carriage stopped behind them, and a girl stepped out of the carriage.

The moment she got off the carriage, all eyes on the stage were on her.

"The former Qin...princess?"

"Wait, she has ascended to the Divine Dance Realm?"

"Impossible! Didn't she break through to the sixth level when she was in the elementary ceremony?"

The girl shocked everyone just by getting off the carriage.

Mo Hua watched Meng Shi look at the girl and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, a bell rang suddenly on the battle stage behind everyone.

The bell rang continuously, a full 32 times.

"What's going on? Ring the bell before the battle begins?"

"32 sounds? Is this some important person coming? The Son of God only has [-] sounds!"

At this moment, everyone looked at the viewing booth and suddenly opened their eyes wide.

On the terrace of the viewing pavilion, all the immortal officials lined up on the stage, as if they were waiting for something.

The next moment, two heavenly practitioners lifted out a huge box.

(End of this chapter)