Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1524
The man is tall and tall, with a gentle smile, just standing there is overbearing.

Just above his head, the White Tiger King flag fluttered, showing his unique identity in Quan Hou Liao.

Many older practitioners cheered, only the teenagers who participated in this year's intermediate ceremony stood in place with doubts on their faces.

"Wait, he's not..."

Zhao Guang was tongue-tied and grabbed Ji Jiashu's arms, "Isn't he Murong Feixu?"

This face is no stranger to him!After all, when he was in Soochow back then, this person always stood beside Murong Feixing like a supporting role, somehow he got into the Shianyuan, and when everyone noticed, he was already dangling beside Ying Baoyue went.

But now this person straightened his waist, put on a white fox cloak, and turned into the prince of Hou Liao? !

Ji Jiashu's eyes were also a little straightened, but he reacted immediately.

"There has never been Murong Feixu," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, "He has always been Murong Feilan."

The prince of Hou Liao actually went deep into Soochow without anyone finding out, and just finished participating in the middle-level ceremony with his own face.

It can only be said that this is something that only Murong Feilan dared to do.

For another person, it is impossible to make King Hou Liao nod, and it is impossible to retreat completely.

Sensing the opponent's unfathomable aura, Ji Jiashu clenched the hilt of his sword tightly. This is the real aura of this person. When he was in Nanchu, Murong Feilan obviously hid his strength.

Murong Feilan is a practitioner of the fourth rank.

"No, what kind of mid-level ceremony does he come to attend as a prince?" Zhao Guang stared at the people in the carriage in disbelief, "What is he planning?"

"If I remember correctly, His Royal Highness almost married Shao Siming back then?"

In Zhao Guang's heart, Murong Feilan is a figure of the same era as his elder brother Zhao Muren, who wants to have a state and a status. It is really shocking that such a person condescends to attend the middle-level ceremony of their juniors. incomprehensible.

"Everyone has something they want," Ji Jiashu lowered his eyes, "Who knows what he wants?"

For some reason, the image of Murong Feilan standing next to Ying Baoyue listening to her with a smile suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

this person……

The stamping of Liao cavalrymen interrupted Ji Jiashu's thoughts.

The soldiers raised their halberds and pointed to the sky, Shan Hu said.

"His Royal Highness Prince Hou Liao has arrived!"

The sound of shouts and swords blared straight up to the sky, and many practitioners were shocked by this momentum.

Everyone stroked their chests and bent down, and performed the etiquette of a practitioner to the man in the carriage.

Murong Feilan smiled and waved his hands, motioning for everyone to raise their heads.

"Masters, there must be many people who have seen me at the middle-level ceremony."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "I am the Prince of Hou Liao, Murong Feilan."

"Sure enough, this kid concealed his identity in Soochow." Zhao Guang stood behind Ji Jiashu and gritted his teeth. "It's a pity that I still treat him as a brother."

Ji Jiashu glanced at him silently. Didn't this person hide his identity as the King of Soochow in Southern Chu back then?
Still hanging out with Li Ji in his brother's and sister's yards, far more than Murong Feilan.

Zhao Guang felt guilty and shrank back.

Murong Feilan stood on the carriage and swept in the direction where Ji Jiashu and the others were, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The palms under his cloak were slightly clenched, and the next moment he smiled and looked at the Hou Liao Immortal Officer beside the carriage.

"Everyone has worked hard from afar. Welcome to our high-level grand ceremony in Houliao. The grand ceremony will officially start today. Before that, please take out your own stepping stones and accept the inspection of our country's immortal officials."

This is a condition that has been known for a long time, and everyone took out the bricks of Ninggu Tower that were prepared from various places.

The Immortal Officials of Hou Liao took the booklets and spread them around, checking the bricks brought by the practitioners one by one.

Originally, Ji Jiashu was still thinking about how the Houliao people would determine the authenticity of these bricks, but he found that when these officials inspected, whenever a practitioner took out a brick, a small snowflake would float on the brick.

As long as the bricks with snowflakes appear are considered to have passed the level, the Hou Liao Xianguan will issue them a bamboo plaque and record the roster of practitioners in the book.

Of course, some practitioners took out bricks that were not favored by Snowflakes, and cavalrymen in full armor would immediately come forward to ask those practitioners to "leave".

"So it was the Master of the Later Liao Dynasty who judged the authenticity of these bricks?"

Zhao Guang dragged a sack from Jiang Yuanyuan, surprised.

"It should be right," Ji Jiashu looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountain. He had heard before that the mountain ghost could communicate with the Hou Liao immortal official through the air, and now it seems that it is through this method.

He looked at Zhao Guang, "Have you brought all the bricks?"

Zhao Guang nodded. Of course, these people would not be so stupid as to carry a pile of bricks to Xueling Mountain. Back in Shanhaiguan City, Ying Baoyue entrusted their bricks to Jiang Yuanyuan for escort, and only Yeluhua's bricks were his own. with.

"The bricks from Yanwuying are in another bag. I just gave them to Mu Rongqing. These are ours."

Zhao Guang untied the sack, "A total of ten yuan, one piece is not a lot."

In addition to their own Yeluhua, there were originally ten people in their group who were going to participate in the high-level ceremony this time, Ji Jiashu, Guichen, He Zhaoguang, Chen Zichu, Chen Zihan, Xu Yishan, Song Qian, Meng Shi, Li Ji And Ying Baoyue.

The bricks are all in place, but the people are not.

"Well, there are ten yuan in total, all of which are true."

The Immortal Officer of Hou Liao checked the bricks and wrote down the names on the booklet. He raised his head half way through, "But what's the matter with only eight of you?"

Ji Jiashu looked at the eight people around him, clenched his fists under his sleeves.

He bowed deeply to the officer in front of him.

"My lord, we still have two friends who haven't arrived yet, can you write down their names first?"

"What, haven't you arrived yet?" The immortal official who remembered the name frowned, "This is not in compliance with the rules, if you don't make it in time..."

"Remember them."

At this time, a male voice came from behind the fairy official, and the official immediately tensed up, "His Royal Highness?"

Murong Feilan stood behind the crowd with his hands behind his back, looking at the respectful official, "Are these bricks real?"

"Yes," said the fairy cautiously, "Sir Shangui has checked everything."

"Then write it down for them," Murong Feilan said with a smile, "After all, the rules are set by the master of the country, and he didn't send a signal to stop it just now?"

The recording officer looked up hesitantly.

The wind around everyone was quiet.

Murong Feilan paused for a moment and smiled, "Look, there really isn't one, remember."

The immortal official breathed a sigh of relief, and wrote on the booklet, "What are the names of those two people?"

Ji Jiashu held his breath, "Ying Baoyue and Li Ji."

Murong Feilan's fingers behind his back moved.

"Then I'm going to check on the others," the fairy official stuffed the ten bamboo cards with serial numbers into Ji Jiashu's arms.

"Go."

Murong Feilan stood where he was, his gaze resting on Ji Jiashu's face.

"Mr. Chunhua," he asked softly, "Where did those two go?"

Ji Jiashu was slightly startled, he looked to the north.

"I do not know."

"I only know that they should still be on their way."

(End of this chapter)