Douluo: Martial Soul Sword Immortal, a hundred battles become a poem!

Chapter 3 Dance in the Snow, Poetry in the Sword

"Is Your Majesty the Pope giving me a chance to choose my destiny?" Li Qiu asked.

"Yes, just like you give opportunities to those who are weak, so... choose."

The entire papal palace suddenly fell into silence, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

The gears of fate began to turn.

"Meet my adoptive mother."

Li Qiu didn't hesitate too much, sheathed her long sword and knelt down on one knee.

"Yueguan sent an order to hold a canonization ceremony in three days, and Li Qiu will assume the position of Holy Son of Wuhun Palace."

"Your Majesty, is this too fast?"

Yue Guan lowered his head. In fact, he wanted to say whether he should think about it again.

But Bibi Dong was obviously not an indecisive person. She glanced at Yue Guan and said calmly: "I know you are worried about the great worshiper. I will go see him."

"This...obeys your order."

"Take Xiaoqiu down. Remember, no one is allowed to hurt him."

Under the leadership of Yue Guan, Li Qiu left the Pope's Palace.

From the beginning to the end, he had a cold expression. Even when he was canonized as a saint, he did not even frown.

Because for him, the only thing that can move him is death.

……

Wuhun City, Worship Hall.

In the hall, there are more than ten old men worshiping the angel statue.

They were wearing clothes of different colors, and each of them exuded a holy aura.

Among them, the one standing at the front with the strongest momentum was the great enshrinement of Wuhun Palace - Qian Daoliu.

"Report the great sacrifice, the Pope asks for an audience."

"What is she doing here? This woman always comes to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason!" said the second worshiper, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He remembered that the last time this woman came was a year ago, and she ended up becoming the pope.

Now that I'm here for the second time, I don't know what else I'm planning.

"Let her in." Qian Daoliu nodded.

"Yes!"

Soon, Bibi Dong, wearing papal robes and holding a purple gold scepter, walked slowly in from outside the temple.

There was no expression on her face when she saw these offerings.

Only when she saw Qian Daoliu, she lowered her posture slightly.

"See the Great Offering."

"What did the Pope do?"

"I adopted an adopted son today."

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly: "This is not worth your special trip."

"His talent is very good. If he is properly cultivated, he will definitely surpass Sword Douluo Chenxin in the future."

"so what?"

"I want to make him the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, and I hope the great priest will give him a nod."

"Haha! Impossible, you woman is simply pushing your limits!" Qian Daoliu said nothing, and Jin Crocodile was the first to object.

Bibi Dong didn't look at Jin Crocodile. She looked at Qian Daoliu: "What does the big offering mean?"

"I can promise you, but you have to ask Xiaoxue to cancel the lurking plan."

"Brother, this..."

Qian Daoliu glanced at Jin Crocodile, who immediately fell silent.

"Why don't you go tell her yourself?"

Qian Daoliu smiled bitterly in his heart. If Xiaoxue was willing to listen to him, what happened today would not happen.
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"You are Xiaoxue's mother after all."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong nodded slightly, "I understand. If that's the case, then I won't disturb the big ceremony."

After saying that, she turned around and left without the slightest pause.

In just a few words, the deal between the two was concluded.

……

The next day, it snowed like goose feathers in Wuhun City.

The entire city was shrouded in white, like a fairyland.

On the mountain behind the Pope's Palace, in a field of ice and snow, Li Qiu stood holding a sword. Three thousand green silk hanging down the shoulders, white clothes fluttering.

He has a stern face and an upright posture, like a god.

Around him were ten knights guarding him.

As a snowflake fell between his brows, the sword suddenly unsheathed.

But I saw that his figure was like a charm and his sword was like a rainbow.

"Shh! Shh!"

The sword light flashed like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Only the sound of "puff" could be heard, the sword energy was raging, and the air was distorted.

He was not wielding a sword, but dancing with it.

There is a big difference between sword wielding and sword dancing. Sword wielding requires integrating oneself into the sword moves, while sword dancing is just about performing sword skills.

Swordsmanship is just a skill, not for killing people.

“I don’t get tired of seeing the falling snow in the wind, and even more snow may cover the forest.”

"The sad man is under the book window, and there is a sudden cold."

Wherever the sword pointed, neither Goose nor Xue dared to approach.

As Li Qiu chanted, the weak retreated.

This is his sword, the murderous sword.

But what he didn't know was that in addition to the ten knights accompanying him, there was another person looking at him in a small pavilion not far away.

It was a girl who looked to be eight or nine years old, with blond hair scattered on her shoulders, fair skin, delicate facial features, and a pair of big watery eyes, like a pair of talking sapphires, shining with dazzling light.

At this moment, she was sitting in the pavilion, her eyes fixed on the young man in the distance, with an obsessed and gentle smile on her face.

"Young Master, didn't we come out to see the snow today?" Suddenly a maid came over.

"Yes, once I leave, I don't know when I will be able to see the snow in Wuhun Palace." Qian Renxue looked distant, as if she was remembering something.

"Actually, young master doesn't need to leave." The maid whispered.

Qian Renxue frowned, "I have to prove to that woman that I am not a waste."

"Ugh."

"Xiao Lu, who is that young man?" Qian Renxue asked again.

The maid glanced at the young man in the distance and replied respectfully: "His name is Li Qiu, and he is the newly adopted son of the Pope."

"Adopted son?" Qian Renxue's expression changed.

In this case, wouldn't that young man be her adopted brother and she become his god-sister?
What on earth does that woman want to do? Is she so intolerable to her daughter?

"Yes, it is said that this person has good talent and His Majesty the Pope likes him very much."

"Good talent? Be more specific." Qian Renxue kept her eyes on the young man not far away.

"I have no way of knowing the details. His Majesty the Pope ordered those people to keep it secret." The maid shook her head.

"That's all."

Qian Renxue shook her head gently and no longer cared about this matter.

She was leaving anyway, and this was not something she should consider.

"Young Master, look, the snow is getting heavier and heavier."

"Yes."

Qian Renxue's eyes never left the young man. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the young man's sword dance became more and more fierce.

Once upon a time, she had longed for it.

She longed for that woman's attention, but that woman always gave her disappointment.

"Young Master, why doesn't Li Qiu leave? It can be seen that he is very cold."

"I don't know. Xiaolu, what do you think of his sword use?"

"It's very beautiful. If he didn't hold the sword in his hand, it would look like he was dancing." The maid tilted her head.

"Haha, this is dance."

"dance?"

Qian Renxue stood up and reluctantly looked away: "Let's go back."

"Young Master, aren't we going to see the snow?"

"Don't look at it."

Today while admiring the snow, the boy never looked at her, and she never looked at the snow.

(End of this chapter)