Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 926
"Since it's inside the Great Wall, you can just call me Guihua," the young Xirong boy who called himself Chunyuye narrowed his eyes and smiled when he heard Li Ji's words.His Chinese accent was weird but he spoke quite fluently, and he said with a half-smile, "Otherwise, I'm sorry for the name people from the Central Plains gave me."

The expressions of the people watching the ceremony around them were even worse.They put him in there just by making up the numbers, okay?
The titles of the other young masters were chosen by the royal families of various countries, but this Ghost Huajun was named by someone from the Great Wall.

Guihua Guihua, a 12-year-old kid kills his brothers and uncles, isn't he a devil!
However, the people of the Six Kingdoms never thought that this King Zhai would actually recognize this name. Three years ago, he went to Nanchu to meet other princes uninvited, and now he swaggered to Soochow to participate in the middle-level ceremony. He is a ghost, can no one do anything to him?
"Ghost Hua? Alright, I'll remember." The hearts of the practitioners around were turbulent, but Li Ji's expression was still calm, "What is Gui Hua Jun doing?"

"You..." Chunyu Ye squinted his eyes and looked at him, "It seems that Mr. Zhaohua is not afraid of Xirong people?"

"It's you who should be afraid," Li Ji said lightly, "As long as Soochow wants to, he can keep you all."

This stay naturally has a different meaning.

"There's a saying in the Central Plains that when two countries are at war, don't kill them," Chunyuye said with a sneer, "I don't know if the soft-legged shrimps in the Central Plains have the guts."

As soon as he said this, the faces of the surrounding cultivators suddenly showed indignation, and there was a commotion in the team. Some young people blushed and wanted to rush forward, but they were held back by the elders in the team.

Ying Baoyue looked at the young man from Xirong who was provocative in front of Li Ji, and the fingers under his sleeve moved slightly.

For some reason, looking at this ghost Hua Jun, she always felt that something was wrong.

"Whether you have the guts or not, this is something that Soochow will settle with Xirong in the future." Li Ji glanced at the injured Soochow ceremony officials and imperial guards behind Xirong, his eyes were like ice, "Now we are busy with the ceremony, you are in the way Yes, get out of the way."

Ying Baoyue noticed that Li Ji's eyes stopped in the Xirong team, and his expression changed for the first time.

The position he was looking at was exactly Helianyan's position.

"Blocking the way?" Chunyu Ye snorted coldly, "We are also here to participate in the middle-level ceremony. How come no one invited us to such a big ceremony?"

Hearing this man's speech with a face as big as a basin, the practitioners around couldn't help but slander.

It's too late to hide, who will invite Xirong people when they are full?

"This is a ceremony held by our Soochow Wu. Soochow decides who to invite," Li Ji said lightly, "An invited guest is a guest, and an uninvited one is an enemy."

There is no wind in the mountain forest, and the young man holding the giant que stands in front of the altar like a city wall.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

Li Ji glanced at the black box on the altar, "Do the Xirong people want to have a showdown with Soochow in front of the Taizu's handbook?"

Looking at the black box on the altar, the tall boy narrowed his eyes.The reason why he provoked Li Ji before was because he found out that Lord Zhaohua of the Eastern Wu Dynasty was not as high-level as the intelligence said, so he was a little impulsive for a while.

The order he received before was not to act rashly until he saw the Taizu's handwriting. Soochow has kept the Taizu's handwriting for many years, and there are so many secrets hidden in those black boxes.

"I was just waiting to join in the fun," the young man from Xirong sneered, "We Xirong's participation in the middle-ranking ceremony was approved by the king of Soochow, but I didn't expect that Soochow didn't even reserve a place for us at the grand court meeting."

Li Ji's eyes were fixed, and he could feel Zhao Muren's cold and angry eyes behind him.

Under the pressure of the Xirong soldiers under the Great Wall of Eternal Night and the Northern Wei Dynasty's unwillingness to resist alone, Zhao Muren issued a letter of credence and agreed to Xirong's request to participate in the middle class.

But Li Ji knew without thinking about it, even if he was forced to agree to Xirong's participation, Zhao Muren would never invite Xirong people to participate in the Great Court Meeting.

Who knows what these lunatics will do to Taizu's handbook?
The Great Ancestor's Handbook is related to the growth of young practitioners in mainland China, and Zhao Muren never wanted to use it to help Xirong people gain strength and become this eternal sinner.

But they obviously underestimated the madness of the Xirong people. Now that this group of people came up the mountain, it was already hard for the Soochow people not to welcome them.

"Since you want to participate in the Great Court Meeting, please go ahead," Li Ji felt Zhao Muren behind him nod to him, and Li Ji looked at Chunyu Ye and pointed behind them with his sword.

"What does Mr. Zhaohua mean?" Chunyu Ye's eyes became dangerous.

"According to the rules, if practitioners who have not participated in the primary ceremony want to participate in the grand meeting, they must stand at the back." Li Ji said lightly, "If you don't follow the rules set by that emperor, the scripture slaves will not open the Taizu's handbook black box."

Chunyuye's pupils contracted, and he looked at the altar suddenly. Everyone followed his gaze, only to realize that such a big thing had happened, but the group of old men in black at the top of the altar didn't even lift their eyelids. In the end, he just stared intently at the black box on the altar, as if looking at some peerless treasure.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart that Li Ji's handling of the Xirong people was just right.

The Xirong people are not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet, but the scripture slaves do not belong to any country now. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are robots guarding the manuscripts. This group of people only recognize the rules left by Emperor Ying, even if they are killed. I also think that I am going to accompany Taizu underground to enjoy it.

This group of people don't care about anything about the battle between Xi Rong and Dong Wu, they only care about those boxes.

But in other words, if someone touched those manuscripts, even if only one corner was broken, this group of scripture slaves would fight that person without hesitation.

Even the Xirong people who lived outside the Great Wall of Eternal Night had heard of the name of the Slaves. Looking at the group of men in black who looked like wood on the altar, Chunyu Ye's eyes turned cold.

He naturally knew that it was useless to be tough on the scripture slaves, but thinking that the damn Dongwu people would use this to threaten Xirong to stand at the back, the always proud young man couldn't control his emotions for a while, and fiercely Staring at Li Ji, "You..."

"King Zhai, since Mr. Zhaohua has said so, let's wait and watch the show later," at this moment a young boy's indifferent voice sounded behind him.

Ying Baoyue clearly saw that the pupils of the young man who called himself Gui Hua shrank when he heard this voice.

She looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw those green pupils again.

Ying Baoyue's heart tightened.

It's him.

"This..." Chunyu Ye, who was standing at the front, froze, and turned around slowly like a marionette in the next moment.

"King Zhai?" The other Xirong people looked puzzled.

"Since He... Helian has said so, let's see what tricks these Soochow people can come up with."

After speaking, the Xirong people retreated like a tide under Chunyuye's leadership.

Seeing this scene, Ji Jiashu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The ceremony continues." Li Ji was not surprised by this development, and waved his hand to announce the continuation of the ceremony.

The ceremony officer stepped forward to clean up the seats that had been bumped by the Xirong people, and the ceremony went on smoothly. All the practitioners filed in and took their seats under Li Ji's guidance.

Next, after the recitation of the sacrificial speeches of the Soochow King and the national teacher Dongfang Yi, it was time for the practitioners to come to the stage to worship the Taizu Handbook one by one.

Ji Jiashu was sitting next to Ying Baoyue. He was absent-mindedly listening to the solemn sacrificial speech above, and looked at the Xirong people who were sitting obediently behind him with a somewhat uneasy expression. At this moment, Ying Baoyue suddenly heard a voice in his ear. The voice of the month.

"Jia Shu, I have something to ask you."

He withdrew his gaze, and looked at the girl beside him in surprise, "Say."

Ying Baoyue stared into his eyes and said softly, "I heard that you met this ghost Huajun from Xirong three years ago, can you describe to me the appearance of the man you saw?"

(End of this chapter)