Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 940 Representative
Yun Zhongjun appeared very suddenly, and his appearance and identity have always been a mystery.

Before he became the Xirong National Teacher, the Central Plains practice circle had never heard of such a high-level practitioner.He appeared suddenly during the war between Xirong and the Qin Empire, but after his appearance, the number of practitioners in the Great Wall of Eternal Night did not decrease by one.

You must know that the Emperor Taizu adopted unified management over the practitioners of the heavenly class back then, and each heavenly class had a soul lamp lit in the Afang Palace. Whether it was dead or advanced, the Afanggong would get the news as soon as possible.

But under such circumstances, a second-ranked person suddenly appeared in Xirong.

Just like he claims to be born knowing it, this person is really like the son of God born in Xirong.

At first, the practitioners in the Great Wall didn't believe it. It is said that Emperor Taizu had sent many assassins to spy on the identity of the Yunzhong Lord, but they all failed.

Although Yun Zhongjun ranked seventh among the eight gods, in fact this is the ranking given to the enemy god son by the orthodox Central Plains people.If it wasn't for Shan Gui's claim to be the eighth, then Lao Ba was the rank that the Central Plains people were willing to give him.

Ji Jiashu, who got his father's warning, knew it very well.

Yun Zhongjun's strength is by no means the lowest among the Eight Gods.

It can be seen from the fact that Emperor Taizu failed to kill him until his death.

Ji Jiashu still remembers his father's serious and apprehensive expression when he told him these things when he was a child.

If the practice system of Emperor Taizu is an orthodox practice with restrictions, then the practice of Xirong people created by Yun Zhongjun is an evil way without any restrictions.

Practice is a terrifying force.

Because of his father's birth as the Son of God who was cursed, Ji Jiashu originally hated those cumbersome curses and restrictions, but as his realm improved step by step, he realized the importance of these restrictions.

When a person can decide the lives of thousands of people with a sword, he is only one step away from the devil.

The emperor with mixed reputations chose to put the practitioners in shackles, while the mysterious Yun Zhongjun declared that he would let the practitioners liberate their nature and do whatever they wanted.

Practitioners are masters, but they have to bear so many shackles, so what's the fun in practicing?
I have to say that such remarks are indeed very heart-warming.

If that Yunzhongjun was not from Xirong, Ji Jiashu had no doubt that that person would be more popular than Beihan Pavilion today.

Fortunately, the cruelty of the Xirong people can somewhat keep the Central Plains practitioners rational, but seeing the Xirong people who are making noise under the altar, Ji Jiashu can still see a little envy after seeing the jealousy in the eyes of the surrounding practitioners.

These envy hides deep.

But in Chunyuye's next sentence, these envy were hidden deeper and turned into boundless anger.

"We Xirong were really not interested in the Taizu's handwriting," Chunyu Ye laughed when he heard Zhao Muren's words.

"But these years, you Central Plains people have regarded this thing as a sacred object, but the high-level practitioners have cultivated less and less, not much better than us Xirong, so we are curious."

The young Xirong taunted loudly.

"So we want to see what it is that can make the people of the Central Plains grow weaker and weaker."

Chunyuye's Chinese accent was weird, and it sounded more yin and yang at this moment. With the laughter of the other Xirong teenagers around him, the faces of the surrounding audience suddenly turned livid.

"Nonsense!" Zhao Muren yelled, "How many god sons does Xi Rong have that give you the confidence to say that you are stronger than the Central Plains?"

There was a commotion under the altar.

The uglier Zhao Muren's face became, Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and looked at the other practitioners' anger, the more complex emotions in his eyes.

As long as you have the power, you can do whatever you want.

This is something that many practitioners dream of.

The unscrupulousness of the Xirong people is something that practitioners in the Central Plains cannot have.

Years of national enmity and family hatred coupled with this suppressed desire made everyone's thoughts of trampling these arrogant Xirong people under their feet very deep. As long as someone can do it, he will immediately become a hero on Hanshan.

"Jiashu?" Sensing that Ji Jiashu was holding her hand tighter and tighter, Ying Baoyue looked sideways at him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," her voice was like a stream of clear water, and Ji Jiashu felt his heart calm down for a moment, only to realize that even he couldn't restrain the hostility in his heart just now.

"I..." He looked at Ying Baoyue with shame in his eyes, "I just..."

"It's okay," Ying Baoyue smiled, "It's normal for you to be angry."

After all, they are all hot-blooded men.

She looked around at the young practitioners with flushed faces. The recruits would want to eat the flesh of the Xirong people when they went into battle. She had seen too many such scenes.

"But this situation is really bad." Ji Jiashu calmed down and looked around. "If the King of Soochow doesn't step down, the situation will probably get out of control."

When Zhao Muren heard the words, his face turned livid and he remained silent. The Handbook of the Great Ancestor is the belief in the hearts of practitioners in the Central Plains. The Xirong people insulted the Handbook of the Great Ancestor, and the public anger of the practitioners around him is about to reach its peak.

Ji Jiashu's eyes were worried, but Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "I believe the King of Soochow can handle it well,"

He was startled, only to hear a clanging sound from the altar.

The scabbard of Wang Jian in Zhao Muren's hand hit the ground hard.

There was an instant silence under the altar.

Everyone did not expect that the young king of Soochow suddenly calmed down and looked at Dongfang Yi quietly.

Dongfang Yi, fully dressed, stepped forward and spoke lightly.

"Since the Twelve Zhai Kings of Xirong are so interested in our Soochow Dynasty, they should know what the next process will be?"

Chunyu Ye frowned, "I heard that it's the stepson of the Six Kingdoms performing martial arts, what kind of topic are you changing, old man, just..."

He was about to get angry when a thin young man with a mask suddenly walked up to him and whispered a few words.

Seeing those familiar green pupils, Ying Baoyue held Ji Jiashu's hand tightly.

"Baoyue?" Ji Jiashu was taken aback, but Ying Baoyue was staring closely at an unremarkable boy beside Chunyuye.

No one knew what the young man said, Chunyuye's expression suddenly changed from anger to laughter.

"So that's how it is." He looked at Dongfang Yi, "The stepsons of the six countries perform martial arts, that is, the representatives of the six countries come to the stage to discuss and learn from each other to add to the fun."

This frivolous tone made Dongfang Yi frown, but she still nodded.

"Since it's a sparring session, that means there will be a battle?" Chunyu Ye said leisurely.

"That's right," Dongfang Yi frowned, "but this is a friendly duel, so let's stop."

"Since there is a battle session, the King of Eastern Wu is unwilling to admit that the practitioners from the Central Plains are weaker than our Xirong," Chunyu Ye said with a smile, "then let us take one of our Xirong for this martial arts performance."

What she wanted to say was said by Chunyu Ye first, Dongfang Yi's eyes moved slightly to look at Chunyu Ye's side, but the skinny boy disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Competing each other is meaningless, just choose a representative from your six nations to fight with us Xirong people," Chunyuye said with a smile, "If you win, Xiao Wang will not mention the need to read the Taizu's handbook, but if you lose... "

Chunyu Ye drew his voice, "I want to show us Xirong people this Taizu's handbook."

The cultivators under the altar suddenly became agitated, and one representative from the six nations was selected to fight against the Xirong people. This was the first time in the Shanhai Continent in more than ten years.

It can be said that it is a life-and-death battle related to the honor of the Central Plains and Xirong!

　You must not have expected what happened next.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)