Sheng Fu

Chapter 120 Helpless Literary Everyone

January is fine.

Midsummer is about to pass, and all the people who participated in the Banquet of Bagu returned to the imperial capital.

No one was injured, and no one died. The young people who participated in the Banquet of Bagu this time were very respectable.

Tomorrow, it will be decided who is the strongest in individual martial arts.

White Deer Academy, meeting hall.

Kang Changzhi was on the main seat, and Yu Wenjun, Jing Peiyao, Liu Qinghua, and Xu Huanshan were not sitting in a serious position, but they looked at tomorrow's fight with a normal mind.

Liu Qinghua's figure has lost a lot of weight, but her spirit has become stronger, her sharpness is restrained, and she has the air of a little master. Sitting next to Jing Peiyao, she is only slightly inferior. Snow's famous sword.

Yu Wenjun and Xu Huanshan sat together, and the two had neither verbal nor eye contact.

Kang Changzhi may or may not know the reason, but both of them are men from Bailu Academy. This literary master who is not good at fighting and fighting has great expectations for these two people.

He laughed and said: "Some people are self-aware, so they don't plan to participate in tomorrow's fight. For example, Chu Xin'er in the Five Talents, it's just that this person doesn't participate."

"To bring you together, there is no routine to explain, just a simple chat."

Kang Changzhi is also very helpless, Xu Huanshan has already shown great power, Yu Wenjun bears the halo of Gu Yong, Jing Peiyao is the person who is valued by Fuyao Empress, only Liu Qinghua is relatively light.

But if he just relied on the old to sell the old in front of Liu Qinghua, the traces would be a bit heavy, and it would be shameful to spread it. He really couldn't guide these four people.

Moreover, these four people did not intend to speak, which made everyone in the literary world embarrassed for a while.

After holding back for a long time, Kang Changzhi had no choice but to say: "If that's the case, let's break up. Try not to get injured tomorrow. If you really can't beat it, then you can't beat it."

The four got up and left the meeting hall. Kang Changzhi sat here alone, neither laughing nor crying, and the four juniors also had their own concerns.

Xu Huanshan and the three of them greeted each other and went to the Great Elder's place. The four of them didn't intend to sit down and have a hot pot meal together.

Yu Wenjun looked at Liu Qinghua's slightly melancholy eyes and said, "I have been in Qingyan Garden these days, how is your practice?"

No one knew what Li Xiunian's reason for grounding Liu Qinghua was. Yu Wenjun planned to go and see, but unfortunately Yu Wenjun had a lot of things recently.

Liu Qinghua burst into tears, turned around and hugged Jing Peiyao tightly.

Jing Peiyao quickly patted Liu Qinghua's back gently, and comforted her softly, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Liu Qinghua cried pear blossoms with rain, and cried: "After tomorrow, there will be a definite result. I know that I will not be one of the eight Gu, but I still feel uncomfortable."

"Because my sister is going to Beihai, Junior Brother Yuwen may not stay in the academy, and I am left alone. I panic."

This is the sadness of youth.

Yu Wenjun then comforted: "Maybe soon, you will also go out to travel alone to increase your knowledge, similar to the Confucian children's long-distance travel."

"Look at the mountains and rivers, they will grow up."

"Don't cry, we won't see each other forever."

Liu Qinghua cried even harder, and said aggrievedly: "Junior brother, do you want to go far away?"

Yu Wenjun said helplessly: "After the eight visits are over, we have to go out of the academy to see the outside world. We can't stay in the academy for the rest of our lives."

Liu Qinghua hesitated to speak, parting was undoubtedly more painful than being stabbed by a knife for a girl who loved her family and missed the past.

The heartbroken girl hurriedly said: "Then make an appointment to meet again, and whoever doesn't go at that time, I will turn against him."

Yu Wenjun doesn't know what it will be like in a few years, but Huangdu is not a clean place.

After thinking for a while, he said, "In two years' time, let's meet in Beihai. The mountains and rivers there are magnificent, and the sea and sky are the same color. It's a treasure land of geomantic omen with a happy heart."

Hearing that the deadline was only two years, Liu Qinghua's sadness dissipated a lot, and he said with a smile, "Okay, two years will be two years."

Jing Peiyao almost laughed out loud, the girl is so nice, emotions come and go quickly.

"Let's go, let's eat hot pot again and again." Jing Peiyao said softly.

"Let's go, go eat hot pot." Liu Qinghua smiled from ear to ear.

Yu Wenjun's gloomy mood in recent days has also faded a lot after eating hot pot.

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The next day, in the morning.

The weather was sunny, and the martial arts arena in the palace was not as solemn as usual, and it was more humane.

On the viewing platform, Renhuang was the most respected person, and Qiu Qing and Li Hongshan were by his side.

But all the officials with some real power were present at the scene, and General Yue Bo stood alone in a corner in casual clothes.

Before the show started, the whispers of civil and military officials had already spread throughout the martial arts arena, not to mention the noise, it was more like pleasant greetings from acquaintances.

General Weiyuan led Xiao Chu to sit on the edge, turning a deaf ear to the whispers around him.

Beside Xie Yiming was a well-behaved little girl, Chu Xiner felt that it would be more interesting to go out with Uncle Xie and watch other people fight each other instead of going out to fight.

Behind Sui Ting, there are also many young children from northern families standing impressively, including Ji Tong who Yu Wenjun failed to kill before.

Whether it's the literary test or the martial arts test, it's not as interesting as the final fight, because it's very pure and there is no feminine calculation in it.

Probably this is the romance of men.

As His Royal Highness Ping walked slowly onto the martial arts arena, the scene gradually quieted down.

"As we all know, the final catching and killing is a family meeting, but the element of luck is that there is no downtime, and there will be no downtime when the battle reaches an emergency."

"Whoever accidentally loses his vitality in the middle of the battle can leave the stage."

Fight without stopping until the final leader appears.

"In the first round, Xu Huanshan faced Xu Yuan, one of the five best players."

Xu Yuan, with a green shirt and a sword, had a graceful demeanor, and he arrived at the martial arts arena in one step.

Among the five specialties, only Xu Yuan has the best manners. He is eight feet tall, has a face like a crown jade, and has a gentle temperament like jade. He is a typical character who can make girls fall in love.

Xu Huanshan also reached the opposite of Xu Yuan in one step. In terms of appearance alone, Xu Huanshan has already lost.

King Ping said earnestly: "The victory of life and death is the fate of fate. This is the banquet of Ba Gu. It is an unusual small test. Be careful, both of you."

After the two young men bowed slightly to King Ping, they revealed an extraordinary sword energy at the same time.

The same sword energy, but very different.

Xu Huanshan's sword qi is ingenious and ingenious, dignified and majestic, while Xu Yuan's sword qi is like the breeze on the mountain and the bright moon on the sea.

The cultivation bases of the two are comparable.

Yu Wenjun felt that the article in the first round was a bit plain, worthy of being the emperor, and he wanted Xu Huanshan to win the first prize, and the opponent he arranged was neither strong nor weak, and it was really watertight.

Jing Peiyao has been secretly observing Yu Wenjun. When eating hot pot last night, Yu Wenjun looked worried. Today, when he came here, his expression was not as calm and gentle as usual.

Whispered: "Do you have something on your mind?"

Yu Wenjun subconsciously denied, "No."

Jing Peiyao knew there was a ghost, stared at Yu Wenjun's face, and said seriously, "You must have one."

Yu Wenjun knew that Jing Peiyao couldn't hide it, so he said helplessly: "Let's talk about it later when we pick a better day."

But there really aren't any good days recently, on the contrary, there will be a grand bloody storm.

Jing Peiyao hummed, and looked up, the two people in the martial arts arena have stirred up countless romantic sword intent...

(End of this chapter)