Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 429 Who is the Leader?
There is no valley after the climax. Everyone knows that there will only be higher peaks next time. People focus their eyes on the victorious Cui Zijie, but they are not just impressed.

Because people began to realize that this [Feather Given by God] must be among the last three people.

According to yesterday's explanation, the mysterious young man who ranked first will compete with the second, third and fourth place in turn to determine the top three places.

This would be his opponent for a while.

Almost half a minute later, a clear voice came from the Jade Sword Stage: "Discussion 143, No. 4: Su Xingke, No. 2: Xiang Zongyuan. Let's put aside the discussion and fight with swords first."

He actually skipped Cui Zijie directly!
".These people are too amazing." Ren Zixin heard the girl in the green skirt in front of him whisper, "They understand the sword of will so deeply."

She was temporarily attracted by the sword fight. Although the anxiety between her brows remained, she no longer looked around frequently.

"Those with extraordinary talents all choose a sword of will from a young age, and practice it for five to seven years, or eight to nine years. When they reach a high level of swordsmanship, they will slowly understand the profound secrets that have accompanied them day and night." Qu Xin said, "It's just like 'read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear'. If you only practice a sword of will after you have achieved success in the way of the sword, you won't be able to break through in one or two years."

"Hmm." Li Piaoqing hesitated for a moment and said, "I think it would be fairer to bring our true Qi to the same level before competing."

"They are all eight students."

"."Li Piaoqing was silent.

"Oh." Qu Xin understood, "You want everyone to be dragged to Liusheng."

"."

Xiang Zongyuan and Su Xingke stood up with swords in hand, and walked towards the sword arena below the stage one after the other.

This is of course the most important of the most important, and also the most evenly matched match.

People do not think that Su Xingke is stronger than Cui Zijie. More people still think that Cui Zijie is Xiang Zongyuan's real enemy. However, the situation between Su Xingke and Xiang Zongyuan is the biggest difficulty in the negotiation of titles and positions.

Because they each tend to two extremes, one is about to turn twenty-five, and the other just turned eighteen. It is almost impossible for Su Xingke to defeat Xiang Zongyuan in a sword fight, this is beyond doubt, but to what extent does he have to achieve in order for people to rank him before Xiang Zongyuan?

The two men flew onto the sword platform. Countless people had already seen Su Xingke's "Book of Entering the Abyss". This high-profile and high-spirited young man had gained countless fans within just two days.

The name Xiang Zongyuan needs no explanation.

This battle went just as everyone expected. The young man from Mingzhu Waterside was still sharp and sharp. Many people had only heard rumors that he defeated Chi Longyun, who was aiming to break into the top five, with three sword strikes. Now, they have actually seen this sword that has been lost in Mingzhu Waterside for a hundred years.

"Entering the Abyss" [Pick the Pearl from the Dragon's Jaw]

As soon as the sword was drawn, it had already surpassed the previous battle between will and sword by more than one level.

Over the past few days, people have seen countless stunning sword skills, including school-wide unique skills, family-transmitted skills, long-standing famous skills, and first-time appearances. The number of them is too numerous to count, and the more they go on, the more astonishing they become - Zuo Sheng's Double Pearl Sword and Cui Zijie's Sword in the Mist are both first-class skills worthy of being mentioned in their respective schools.

But in this Shaolong Sword Contest, there have always been three legendary swords present.

"The Album of Entering the Abyss" at Mingzhu Waterside; "The Transformation of Mayfly into Wild Swan" at Yuquan Mountain; "The Album of Withered Flowers" at Luoying Mountain.

They are all supreme secret swords, passed down from generation to generation, and they are not lost for a hundred years. Once a genius appears, they will be restored immediately. This is a sword technique that has been honed over hundreds of years. New sects such as Yunyanglou, even if they are as famous, do not have such things.

Now all three swords have successors.

"The Book of Entering the Abyss" and "The Book of Withering Flowers" presented an unforgettable feast of swordsmanship to everyone. The legendary sword that had been passed down for hundreds of years was unveiled for the first time and revealed to everyone, causing bursts of exclamations not only to the hundreds of thousands of spectators under the sword stage, but also to those on the Jade Sword Stage.

However, that was the direction of the battle. Su Xingke once again showed everyone his rare top-level sword skills, but [Ku Feng] stood on the stage. No matter how stunning and sharp Su Xingke's sword light was, he took it perfectly.

Until the last and most invincible move [Sleeping Dragon Awakening] made everyone scream in shock, but he hit the dragon's forehead with a sword, and the dragon withered into maple leaves all over the sky. The challenge ended there.

Everyone now knows what this man has gained after nearly four years of "precipitation".

Xiang Zongyuan remained calm and sheathed his sword. On the other side, Su Xingke stood up from the ground with his sword in hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave him a cold look, but that was all he did.

There was only a look of contempt and dissatisfaction in his eyes, but no uncontrolled anger. The two of them returned to the Jade Sword Stage one after the other.

But for the spectators, this was already an extremely exciting and fierce sword fight, and the cheers surrounding the sword arena continued for a long time.

The next two scenes are the performance of "Mayfly Transformed into a Wild Goose".

Everyone understood what [Heaven-Given Feather] meant, and Cui Zijie used this sword to defeat Su Xingke forcefully. Only then did the young man purse his lips tightly, and after returning to the sword platform, he sat cross-legged in silence. Anyone could see the anger brewing in his heart.

The second sword fight between Cui Zijie and Xiang Zongyuan really brought everything to a climax.

Four years ago, people talked about Kongtong in the north and Luoying in the south, and compared Ji Zhuowu and Xiang Zongyuan. Later, Ji Zhuowu disappeared, and the one who took the top spot has always been Cui Zijie from Yuquan Mountain.

The two most glorious names in Shaolong swordsmanship in the past three years now faced each other so solemnly for the first time.

The duel between "Mayfly Transformation" and "Book of Withered Flowers" is definitely worthy of the two months of anticipation. Two figures crisscross among the sky of white feathers and flower petals, and every ray of sword light is accompanied by the clash of two swords.

Cui Zijie definitely brought pressure to this [Dead Maple]. Even though he was still well-organized, that kind of calmness had disappeared. They fought each other very quickly, and the most amazing sword light always burst out in the most dangerous gap.

In the end, it was the heir of "The Book of Withered Flowers" who won.

This is actually a very pure and ancient sword technique, with no twists and turns in the realm, no subtle changes of moves, only a clear and cold sword intent.

There are still dozens of acres of peach forests planted on the back of Luoying Mountain. It is said that the founder of Luoying Mountain realized the sword here. It was March in spring at that time. When he drew the sword, the 972 peach trees seemed to have entered autumn and winter, and the peach blossoms fell in an instant.

So he named it "The Book of Withered Flowers" and founded his own school.

There is a folk song in Longnan that goes "Nine hundred and seventy-two swords have withered, and not a single flower has bloomed in the peach forest." But in fact, no one has replicated such a miracle for more than three hundred years.

Now, when Xiang Zongyuan drew his sword, the autumn chill enveloped the stage, and mayflies froze to death. And when Cui Zijie miraculously turned his sword into the feather realm, Xiang Zongyuan, who had fought with him for seventy-seven rounds, watched him sheath his sword.

Then the cold that had reached the entire stage suddenly broke out, and all the white feathers fell into frost.

It is impossible to describe the intoxicating feeling of watching such a sword fight, because the sword of will can naturally involve the emotions of the spectators. Countless people have shouted themselves hoarse, as if they were experiencing a fairyland.

The whole audience shouted Xiang Zongyuan's name, and Cui Zijie also received countless crazy cheers. When they returned to the Jade Sword Stage, they also won everyone's admiration and attention.

The cheers from the audience continued for a long time, so the name hanging high in the first column seemed a little abrupt and eye-catching.

[40th]

The sun was already high in the sky, and the secluded room was silent and quiet.

Pei Ye took the bead away from his eyes, leaned back and closed his eyes, his lips a little pale.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, and he frowned in pain. After a moment, he let out a sigh of relief, picked up the pen to list all the sword techniques he had just experienced, put the pen down, and closed his eyes again in pain.

After a long time, it slowly opened a crack.

".Kitten?" Pei Ye suddenly said in a low voice.

"Ah."

"Sorry," he whispered.

".What are you sorry for? You help me do what I want, and I help you do what you want, isn't that how it is?"

The boy gave a forced smile: "Kitten."

"Ok?"

"It's so kind of you."

".You are good too."

Pei Ye quietly closed his eyes and leaned against the black cat. After a moment, he gently placed his hand on the black cat's back: "Do you think we will die?"

"It's possible." The black cat said calmly, "But I won't necessarily die if you die."

".If I die, will you still contract someone else?"

Black Cat was silent for a moment: "How about I stay a widow for the rest of my life?"

Pei Ye smiled silently, and the pain in his mind became a little more bearable. He took a deep breath, put the beads back, and then took the forty-first bead from the wall.

He had never spent so much energy when inspecting Zhaoyou in Kongtong, because although watching Zhaoyou was also mentally exhausting, those were mostly human affairs after all, and would naturally remain in his memory, without him having to actively experience all the details of each sword.

When he was in Kongtong, he had tried to look at the soul-stealing bead and believed that this was a method of learning swordsmanship that would consume his life. Now that his mind has recovered and he has the protection of [Que Shou], it will not cause such great damage. However, [Que Shou] itself is something that cannot be sustained for long, and the fatigue and pain have not diminished at all.

The young man endured the pain quietly and tenaciously, and earnestly pushed forward this unimaginable feat. Unfortunately, this was not the bustling Jade Sword Arena, but just a secluded and quiet room, and no one witnessed him completing yet another miracle.

The 41st, 42nd, 43rd and 44th.

Pei Ye's face was as pale as snow, and his lips trembled slightly. The black cat took the pearl and put it back in its place, looking at him with some worry.

The last bead was almost the last straw that broke the camel's back. [Quail Head] had been removed, and his mind was as fragile as a fragile heart. He clearly felt that the edict in his mind had begun to surge up again.

Pei Ye was silent for a moment and released the "gate" that was blocking it.

A comfortable coolness came over me in an instant.

Yes, now he is its master, the real Son of God who has called upon the Immortal King. It wants to assimilate him, not harm him.

Feeling a little relieved immediately, Pei Ye took a short rest, looked at the almost full book in his hand, sat upright at the table, and started flipping through the pages from the first page.

The boy's fingers slowly moved across the records, and he closed his eyes and carefully recalled their appearance.

The atmosphere on the Jade Sword Stage was already high, with people discussing the previous sword fights. The man in blue and purple was also whispering to each other, apparently shocked by the sword.

The three swordsmen returned to their seats, but no matter how much they thought about it, the question was still before them.

——How are the three ranked?

Su Xingke and Cui Zijie looked eighteen and nineteen respectively, but they were actually nearly two years apart in age, and Cui Zijie had started learning swordsmanship a year earlier. Although Su Xingke had just been completely suppressed by Xiang Zongyuan's sword, his battle with Cui Zijie was full of ups and downs.

Xiang Zongyuan certainly beats the other two, but as just said - is this worthy of his five years of lead?

At this time, it was no longer just a debate between the talents of swordsmen. Almost all the swordmen in the south supported Luoying Mountain, while most of the swordmen in Longxi spoke for Mingzhu Waterside. Only Yuquan Mountain had fewer supporters, but Cui Zijie was so dazzling that he didn't seem to be the last one.

A long-lasting debate also broke out within the revision committee, with supporters of almost every arrangement.

As the discussion progressed, opinions not only did not converge, but instead became increasingly clearly divided into three major factions.

Some were Xiang Zongyuan, Cui Zijie, and Su Xingke; some were Xiang Zongyuan, Su Xingke, and Cui Zijie; some were Su Xingke, Cui Zijie, and Xiang Zongyuan. The three parties expressed their opinions, but no one could convince the other, and the atmosphere on the Jade Sword Stage became more and more heated.

Until Sui Zaihua knocked on the table lightly.

The field soon fell silent. Under everyone's gaze, Sui Zaihua said slowly, "It is difficult to determine Xiang Zongyuan's rank because we don't know where his limit is. It is difficult to determine the rank of Cui and Su because it is difficult to discern their potential."

He finished speaking, and then, in the surprised gaze of the whole audience, the old man stood up from the table with his sword in hand and walked down to the sword field himself.

"Come to Zongyuan." Sui Zaihua turned his sword lightly and said to the audience in a calm voice, "Eight people face each other, I want to see where your limit is first."

Everyone suddenly understood.

Yes, although Xiang Zongyuan fought two battles, and the one with Cui Zijie was serious and intense enough, a person's limit is often reflected in a losing battle.

But. Want to play chess with the governor? ?
An indescribable excitement began to rise on the field. No one thought that this respected gentleman would come out in person. People looked at the sword field in surprise and expectation, and felt that the trip was really worthwhile.

Xiang Zongyuan quickly stood up and bowed deeply, saying respectfully, "I am very honored to receive the governor's guidance."

Of course, he had never thought that he would be able to test his sword in person with this great man - the governor of the entire Shaolong Road, a figure several levels more noble than the Lord of Luoying Mountain.

He had long known that this gentleman came from the Litai and the Shaolong of the academy. Not only did he control the quota for the Daoqi Association, but he was also the one who pushed for this sword selection meeting.

If there is a boss in Shaolong Jianghu, it is the tall and handsome old man in front of him.

Sui Zaihua drew his sword and shook it lightly, without saying much, he just said calmly: "Come."

He bowed again to Zong Yuan: "Zong Yuan, I am sorry for being so rude."

Everyone watched this scene with bated breath. It was so rare to see a great man perform swordplay in person that it made people feel a little uneasy since they were looking down from that perspective.

"Album of Withered Flowers".

It had just appeared on the sword platform below, but it was not as impactful as it is now. Xiang Zongyuan lowered his eyes and drew his sword, and a sense of coldness instantly filled the entire jade sword platform.

Peach groves really grew up all around.

Even though the atmosphere was heated, it was still a solemn place: there were high-ranking officials, prestigious elders who had compiled the records, seventy-two swordsmen, and senior geniuses from various famous sects.

Many of them were used to the sword of intention, and many of them were in the Xuanmen sect, but now almost everyone was enveloped by this sword of intention, and could not find a way to break it for a while.

Just as Qu Xin said, he grew up in Luoying Mountain and spent twenty years cultivating this sword intent. At this age, he has grown into the appearance of [Ku Feng], which is the proof that he was born with the sword intent.

How could such a sword not be deep, how could it not be powerful?

"Entering the Abyss" and "Mayfly Transformed into a Wild Blossom" are not weaker than "Withered Flower". In fact, Xiang Zongyuan's exploration of the sword intent is already too strong. No matter how powerful you are, you are still in the endless peach forest.

The swordsmen who were also included in the list were amazed and impressed. Those who were compiling the list looked at each other and nodded. The elders of various factions nodded unconsciously until a somewhat absurd idea came to their minds.

Lord Sui, it seems like you may not be able to take this sword?
He brought himself to the same level as Xiang Zongyuan, but Xiang Zongyuan was too strong in this level.

A sword light rises in the boundless peach forest, and wherever it passes, millions of peach blossoms fall. As long as you are in the peach forest, all things will wither under the sword's will.

It is named "The Album of Withered Flowers", but "withered flowers" is not its real meaning. The peach forest is just the place where it was nurtured, and the fallen frost flowers on the ground are just witnesses of its birth.

Such a pure and cold sword was approaching with an endless peach forest, and it seemed that there was nowhere to escape. Sui Zaihua watched his body covered with frost and the sword blade cracked, until the sword intent reached its peak, he gently picked up a peach blossom with the tip of the sword and put it back on the tree.

The frost melted away, the petals became soft, and it bloomed again on the tree.

Like a thawing river in spring, this cold world shatters on this peach blossom.

Xiang Zongyuan staggered back and nearly lost his sword.

There was silence on the Jade Sword Stage for a moment as people stared in amazement, until unconsciously, applause broke out from different corners at the same time, quickly drowning out the entire venue.

Of course it was because of such a wonderful chess and sword game, and also because as the old man said, this sword that won him the defeat was much stronger than the one he used against Su and Cui.

But in fact, some people with a keen sense of swordsmanship found something wrong - this was more like full strength than limit.

Because it doesn't seem to be forced, just like.
"He could have pushed the sword into the winter just now on the sword platform." Qu Xin suddenly said, "but he stopped."

However, the girl in green skirt beside him said nothing, and seemed to have heard nothing. She just looked at the sword field quietly, her bright and clear eyes as calm as water.

The old man on the sword field also remained silent about this situation, as if he turned a blind eye to it. Xiang Zongyuan bowed deeply with his sword and stepped back to leave the sword field.

As soon as this style of withering flowers appeared, 90% of the people in the audience were inclined to Zong Yuan to be the first. Until "Mayfly Transformation" appeared in this sword field.

The white feathers were like rolling scrolls, soaring into the sky. Everyone was stunned for a moment, because the strength Cui Zijie displayed when facing the old man was also better than the previous fight on the sword stage!
No one could have imagined that he could still elevate the sword intent of "Mayfly Transformed into a Wild Goose", but what was even more unexpected was that he was clearly the losing party, so why didn't he use his full strength?
No chance?
Sui Zaihua also broke the sword and smiled approvingly. Cui Zijie put down his sword and left the field, standing on the sidelines with Xiang Zongyuan. The old man turned his gaze to Su Xingke again.

The performance of "Entering the Abyss" once again shocked everyone.

After [Picking the Pearl from the Dragon's Jaw] and [Awakening from Sleeping Dragon], this enterprising young talent actually used the third move.

【Wash the Sword and Fight the Dragon】

This violent sword intent broke through the old man's blockade for the first time and actually made him retreat three steps. Then, because the sword was too sharp and lacked foundation, the old man knocked it lightly and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang".

Then, suppressed exclamations and applause were heard from the Jade Sword Stage.

Su Xingke took a deep breath. His hair was disheveled, but his eyes were bright and his expression was full of pride. He raised his hands, clasped his fists, and bowed properly.

Sui Zaihua smiled slightly and said softly, "Very good."

So everyone understood at this time: these three people were all hiding their tricks.

Yes, even though it was a decisive battle in the eyes of countless people, even though it was a battle for fame and status between each other, they still hid their last trump card.

At the edge of the sword field, Xiang Zongyuan stood upright with his sword on the ground, his eyes closed as if in meditation; Cui Zijie had no expression, his sword-like eyes cast down at the ground, tapping the sword head lightly; Su Xingke still pressed his lips into a straight line - since two days ago, the fire in this young man's belly has been so cold.

There was a moment of silence on the field, because everyone figured out why.

Pei Ye turned over the last page, and everything after that was blank.

"That's a lot," he sighed softly.

"Doesn't this make you look more powerful?" the black cat said softly.

Pei Ye smiled silently, frowned and rubbed his eyebrows again, then he closed the booklet, leaned back in the chair, as if falling asleep.

Exactly a quarter of an hour later, the boy opened his eyes, revealing a pair of bright and quiet eyes.

He stood up with his sword in hand and walked out. Before leaving, he flicked a flame and turned the book on the table into ashes.

"First, Pei Ye. [Looking back, the matter has been decided, please watch the heroes]. Seventeen, six lives. The meeting of the revision meeting decided: no worries."

This line of words has been hanging on the first column of the golden painting for twenty hours.

It was right on the outer wall of the Jade Sword Stage, right outside the area where they were, and in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people.

Below it are the three names Xiang Zongyuan, Cui Zijie and Su Xingke.

"Pei Ye has already killed Jiang Yitong and Xi Tianji."

"The Master of the Glazed Sword was ambushed and seriously injured at Jianfu Mountain, and Pei Ye broke the formation."

"Thank you, young hero Pei Ye, for your sword's sharp feathers, and your courage to be a true unicorn. Without Pei Ye, there would be no sword to kill the enemy."

A name I have never seen before.

They started preparing for this sword competition two months ago.

Hard work, dedication, pride, fighting spirit... all accumulated over two months. They knew what kind of opponent they were going to face, but they never had a trace of lack of confidence.

Now they are really standing here, and they are really facing an opponent as strong as expected, but the two words "Pei Ye" are like a flying sword from the sky.

The three disciples of the great sects were not fools, they knew clearly what this meant.

The compilation meeting gave him the title of "safe" without any reservation; Shao Yujian's robes were already displayed at the side of the hall, with the noble clothes and jade seal; the sign of the Immortal Terrace was also placed on the table, and the first step was the Goose Inspection.

Even if the true disciple of a big sect like Tianshan is promoted to the Immortal Platform, he often has to hang a sparrow plaque for a year first, because handling cases and fighting are two different things.

This shows that this mysterious young man not only has the support of a pillar that reaches the sky, but he must also be really strong.

But who is not strong?

The heirs of three ancient sword schools: "The Book of Entering the Abyss", "The Mayfly Transformed into a Wild Swan" and "The Book of Withered Flowers". Who is not a young prodigy that appears once in a century?

Fighting against Xi Jiang, breaking the formation in desperate situation. No matter how many amazing halos are added to this mysterious young man, no matter how high and mighty he is, the three of them can never be willing to be inferior to him.

Because a person who has never shown his face cannot bear praise and doubt, and can never convince others - what kind of person are you? Why did you win the first place in the sword book? Why did you create those miracles? And why did you take the position of Shao Yu and monitor the world? .
And all the doubts can be summed up in the same sentence.

——Why do you take it for granted that you are above us?
But of course they would not ask such questions out loud. On the Jade Sword Stage, they were the face of the three factions, and the object of the question was the Xiu Ce Society, the governor of Shao Long.

Everyone knew what time it was and that the names and positions were about to be decided, which was of course the end of the register revision meeting.

"Xiang Zongyuan's sword intention is pure and profound, and he has grasped 70% to 80% of the true meaning of "Withered Flower". His sword moves are steady and even the slightest flaws are not a hindrance." Sui Zaihua returned the sword to its sheath and said calmly, "I think he has excellent talent and is making good progress. Do you have any suggestions?"

Master Luo Yingshan immediately stood up and clasped his fists: "Thank you, Commander Yuyan. Zong Yuan was so obsessed with the sword that his sword moves were flawed. I am really sorry for that today."

Sui Zaihua smiled: "It is common for swords to have different lengths. There is no need to worry about it day and night. I think your disciple will reach the realm of 'intention' within three years."

This was a very high evaluation. Not only did the people in the audience cheer, but Xiang Zongyuan's face was also moved. He quickly clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

——He secluded himself and did not visit the martial arts world for two or three years. When he came out, he was still at the eighth level of the spiritual realm. He accepted guidance from others just for this goal.

".'Intention' realm." Ren Zixin sighed in astonishment, and suddenly tilted his head and whispered, "Mr. Xiang is really amazing, but he seems not as easy to get along with as Mr. Bai Fei."

Zhao Qizhi kept silent.

Someone also stood up and said at the meeting: "Master Sui, Mr. Xu and I have noticed that Mr. Xiang's sword moves have flaws sometimes more and sometimes less, but there are almost no flaws in the sword art "Withered Flower". I think some of them are new to swordsmanship, while others are familiar with it, so it can't be counted as talent."

Sui Zaihua shook his head: "That's not right. Learning sword skills is also a talent. Some people will not make mistakes in their sword moves even if they only learn sword skills once. This should be taken into consideration."

The two were stunned for a moment, then laughed: "We have never seen such a swordsman, but what Lord Sui said makes sense."

Sui Zaihua smiled, then turned his head to look at Qing Zi's side: "What about you? Just speak freely like we discuss political affairs."

A group of officials clasped their hands and smiled. Someone said with a smile: "Sir Sui, we didn't know as much as you about politics before, but you convinced us after a long debate. Now that we know that you made your fortune with swords, we won't humiliate ourselves."

Sui Zaihua pointed at him with a smile, turned his head and slightly restrained his expression: "Then, I want to temporarily rank Zong Yuan as the second in the Sword Book. Do you have any objections?"

No one spoke, and there was a solemn silence on the scene. Cui and Su also sat there seriously without saying a word, so Sui Zaihua nodded and turned the page.

"Cui Zijie's sword skills are brilliant, and his 'Mayfly Transformed into a Wild Swan' is making progress, and his sword moves also have many good points; Su Xingke's sword skills are fierce, and his 'Into the Abyss' is a perfect fit, and his sword moves have many flaws, but they are also very clever." Sui Zaihua continued, "In another half a year, I think the two can be separated, but it is really hard to tell now. What do you think?"

Discussions on the Jade Sword Stage began again, but after both of them revealed their cards, they were no longer the same old talk. The old man standing in the center of the scene obviously made everyone think more seriously and speak more appropriately. The result was still quite a long way to go, but the situation was indeed beginning to turn in Cui Zijie's favor.

Sui Zaihua listened for a while, then suddenly turned to Su Xingke and asked, "What do you think?"

Su Xingke was silent for a moment, then clasped his fists and said, "Your Excellency, I won't take the lead if I haven't won yet. Since I was defeated by Cui Zijie, I will take the place behind him."

The young man said proudly: "If my talent is indeed higher than his, we will see the result in three years."

These words were powerful and beautiful, but the inner fire was also clearly radiated. Sui Zaihua looked at him and smiled slightly: "Very good, then we have settled it like this."

There was prolonged applause on the Jade Sword Stage. The ranking of the three people was the biggest difficulty in this compilation. Now that it has been completed under the coordination of all parties under the chairmanship of the governor, it is of course a rare victory.

On the other hand, the new governor is about to complete his first political achievement, and it will be an indelible and substantial achievement.

But of course, they have one last agenda.

At the end of the long street, the magnificent carriage was ready, waiting for people to board it, pass through the crowds on both sides of the street, and take the stage.

But the middle-aged man in front of the car seemed a little anxious.

"Where is he?" Cheng Yuanqi frowned, "He's about to go on stage, but he's gone?"

"I didn't find him." Fu Yun also frowned and said anxiously, "I asked the Taishan Medical Building, and Commander Gao said he went to the Immortal Terrace, so I went to the Immortal Terrace to pick him up, but the people at the Immortal Terrace said he left two minutes ago - but since he left, shouldn't he be here now?"

Cheng Yuanqi was stunned for a moment: "Why is he going to the Immortal Terrace?"

".I didn't have time to ask."

"." Cheng Yuanqi pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little uneasy, "I'll go inform the adults."

Below the Jade Sword Stage, in the bustling crowd, Pei Ye looked up at the stage. There were constant cheers and shouts all around, and everyone was extremely excited. This atmosphere made him feel familiar yet alienated.

He watched quietly for a while, then suddenly turned his head to the old man selling sweet cakes next to him and said, "Old man, why hasn't anyone come down for so long? Where is the fight now?"

The old man raised his head, his eyebrows knitted together, and said hoarsely with an accent: "The second, third and fourth have just finished the fight. I heard that the results are coming out."

"Oh, thank you."

"You said this is quite interesting, the court gives money to the gangsters." The old man said, "When I was a child, it was corrupt officials who did evil, and the swordsmen were chivalrous; or it was bandits who were rampant, and the officials would post notices after killing bandits. Now I am more and more confused. How did these two get mixed up?"

Pei Ye still looked at the Jade Sword Stage and smiled slightly: "It was just a mess then, isn't it? It would be great if we could all sit together and talk about the rules now. Look, aren't there many heroes in the Immortal Stage? If you encounter bandits on the road, those with the Hero Certificate will definitely help you."

"Well, that makes sense." The old man nodded, frowned and smiled, "But your speech is quite interesting - you are already an official, why do you still call me 'hero'? That means 'sir'!"

"."

"Eat some sweet cake?"

".No."

On the Jade Sword Stage, the atmosphere gradually quieted down and then lifted up at the same time.

In the past two days, people have heard the story of the young hero countless times.

It is praised among the people, in the martial arts world, and in official circles. Everyone is full of expectations and curiosity about this name for different purposes.

Now, at last, this moment has come.

Many people sitting in the purple seats knew the procedure - Lord Sui was walking back to the hall, he would personally read out a document of awarding honors, and then the neatly dressed young man would enter with a procession of ceremonial guards, solemn and dignified.

This is certainly not a courtesy for this position, but it is indeed a courtesy for heroes, and all the glory will be finalized today.

The atmosphere on the swordsman's side was completely different.

Su Xingke lost to Xiang Zongyuan, and also admitted that he lost to Cui Zijie. Now this proud young man stood with his sword hanging down and his lips tightly pursed. This was because he had a goal that he must defeat.

Cui Zijie was still tapping the head of his sword gently, his sword eyes looking at the ground. When people looked at him, they always seemed to see the bright white feathers in the sky.

Xiang Zongyuan had already calmed down, holding his sword, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The remaining swordsmen were also whispering to each other, mostly out of curiosity, but the further they went, the more their emotional state became like that of the three people in front.

Qi Mengchen and Nan Guannu were still sitting together, talking sparsely, as if they were not the ones who had just fought with all their might. Zuo Sheng's robe was still stained with blood, but he was already reading a sword book. Yan Bingjian finally stopped drinking and sat in silence.

"Because what he is most proud of is not his kendo level, but his age." Guan Qianyan turned his eyes away from Su Xingke and said with his head tilted.

She, Qu Xin and Li Piaoqing were in a row.

"Believe it or not, what he can't stand the most is not Pei Ye's first place, but the four words 'Seventeen, Sixteen Life'."

Guan Qianyan looked at Li Piaoqing. In fact, she was a little curious about this girl. In the conversation just now, she seemed to know Pei Ye very well, but she always deliberately kept her distance.

But this time the girl did not respond.

She looked quietly at the entrance of Jade Sword Pavilion, and suddenly her whole body began to tremble slightly.

Guan Qianyan looked at it in astonishment, but half of the people in the pavilion reacted at the same time as her. They all looked towards the door at the same time.

This was not the moment when people should appear. Everyone was slightly stunned, and when their eyes fell on that figure, they became even more confused.

A strange boy.

He was tall and clear-looking, with a slightly disheveled hair on his forehead, a slightly pale face, bright eyes, and a calm yet somewhat tired expression.

This was not a suitable appearance for this occasion; compared to everyone else he seemed a little casual.

What really confused everyone was the unsheathed sword in his hand.

Strange and beautiful, some people recognized him, but most people still didn't. He just walked towards the hall step by step with his arm tilted and sword drawn. No matter what, this was an action that made people wonder how to react.

——Now is not the time to test the sword, the test has ended or has not started yet. And even if it is a test, you shouldn't come up with a sword drawn like this. The most important thing is who is this person?

In this solemn and orderly place, such an action made everyone's brain confused. He just walked up with sword in hand, passed the seventy-two swordsmen who were sitting cross-legged, passed Qu Ying, passed Bai Fei, passed Qi Mengchen, Nan Guannu, passed Yan Bingjian and Zuo Sheng. Some people were so shocked that they lost their voices at this face.

Finally, someone spoke up: "Sir, who are you?"

"Who are you, young man? What's the matter?"

"who are you?"

But the young man did not answer, and no one made any further response, because even the person who asked the question was still confused, and more importantly, the man in black was right in the hall.

He immediately stopped walking towards the hall, was silent for a moment, turned around, and just quietly looked at the young man who was walking towards him.

No one wanted to rashly disrupt anything, so no matter what the matter was, the governor had to speak first.

When Pei Ye walked to the edge of the sword field, some people had already started to react, and Su Xingke was one of them. He looked at this young face, looked at this green dress, and suddenly realized something, and the fire in his heart suddenly began to rise.

He pursed his lips tighter, raised his sword and subconsciously took a step forward, stretched out his hand and whispered: "This one——"

The boy didn't even look at him. He raised his hand and gently pushed him away from in front of him.

An incredible anger froze Su Xingke completely. He almost forgot to resist or stop.

And on the sword field, there were only the governor who turned around and stood still and the young man who walked forward with a sword in hand.

They looked at each other quietly. Sui Zaihua said nothing and did nothing. Perhaps he had guessed this inevitable moment from earlier.

"Master Sui." Pei Ye stood three feet in front of him and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here to claim my reward."

He raised his eyes to look at him, his golden pupils were magnificent, and the moment their eyes met, the world stopped for a moment.

A pair of quiet and bright eyes of a young boy; a pair of bright pupils of an old man who is silent and deep.

(End of this chapter)