Chapter 17: The Book Master's Finger

　The sea of ​​tea is vast.

　　The wind blowing through the competition venue was a little stronger than usual.

　　In a house somewhere, across the glazed wall, the contestants in the venue gradually took their positions.

　　The black piece fell, and the scarred man holding the white piece hesitated for a long time before slowly dropping it: "I'm not stupid at chess, but I'll lose if I move this way."

　　Zuiqingxuan, who was playing chess, was not obsessed with it. He held the chess book in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were fixed on Shangguan Yuhe on the high platform.

　　"I don't understand. If you really love Shangguan Yuhe, why did you sneak down to play chess with me?"

　　When Scarface mentioned Shangguan Yuhe, Qi Buchi's cold face barely moved, and he said, "It's true that I'm attracted to the Sword Fairy, but when I see her, I'd better show her respect."

　　"Hypocritical." Scarface muttered, and then he played chess with Tianke: "Every time when it comes to the critical moment, you always back off. Sometimes I really can't guess what you want. If you were slower, would the person still be yours?"

　　Qi Buchi's heart moved slightly, and he dropped his hand heavily on Ren Gong, and said with a smile: "Then let me ask you, if I take this step, what will happen?"

　　Scarface looked down at the chessboard, and after a long while, he placed his chess piece on Dongzhou: "If you can stop this disaster, everyone will survive, but can you afford the price?"

　　"Hehehe."

　　Qi Bu Chi narrowed his eyes and smiled as he looked down at a platform where people were preparing for a competition, as if he was waiting for a certain figure: "Price? I have only played against three people and one thing in my life. Su Qingshan is not as good as me; Xu You often regrets his moves, he is a scoundrel; and your rank is so low that it is not worth mentioning. This is the only thing that I need to win against!!"

　　Scarface did not blame him for looking down on him. After all, it was the truth. He just looked up at Qi Buchi and said, "At this moment, you are finally worthy of our leader."

　　"That's great."

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　　The competition venue.

　　Su Yun left the house.

　　The location of the teleportation was not directly to the competition platform, but to the entrance passages on both sides. Su Yun looked at the jade disc and the time in his hand. The competition was less than a few moments away, so he could enter.

　　Su Yun had a straight knife on his back and a gourd tied around his waist. He was ready to go. He raised his eyes to the end of the entrance passage, where the flags were rustling in the wind.

　　Upon closer inspection, a pair of twin girls were blocking the end.

　　Their facial features are almost identical. They are not tall and rather thin, only reaching Su Yun's chest. Both of them have double buns on their heads, with their hair being one blue and one white, one purple and one blue. They wear dark white narrow-sleeved flag skirts, and their faces are fair and fair, still looking childish and cute, and they appear to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

　　In terms of cultivation, Su Yun couldn't tell who the guy with the pale blue bun head was, but the girl with the purple blue bun head was a cultivator at the eighth level of Guiling, slightly lower than himself.

　　But apart from the difference in hair color, there was another thing about the twins that really attracted Su Yun's attention.

　　That is their eyes, like the girl with a pale bun, with her eyes closed and her brows furrowed, but giving people a feeling of deep gaze and transparent temperament; the girl with purple-green hair, with eyes of different colors, the left pupil emitting a deep rosewood color, the right pupil is emerald green and charming, exuding a weird atmosphere, and there is a faint aura of "keep away from strangers" accompanying her.

　　There was not much time left before he entered the venue. Su Yun slowly walked forward, getting closer and closer to them.

　　Walk closer.

　　Neither side made any movement, and Su Yun couldn't figure out what they were doing standing there. He just nodded twice as they passed by, then walked into the competition venue with doubt in his heart.

　　After Su Yun left.

　　The girl with the pale bun hair among the twins spoke first, her voice sweet: "Sister, how is it?"

　　The girl with the purple-green bun-like hair looked at Su Yun's slowly leaving back, her eyes flashed with strange colors, and she tilted her head and thought:

　　"Sister, I can't say for sure what my brother chose. But this man is indeed a rough diamond and gold. Although he lacks experience, he will be a man of many talents in the future."

　　"That's good."

　　After hearing what her elder sister said, the younger sister asked, "Sister, don't you want to take a look at him?"

　　"I have."

　　???

　　The purple-blue ball-headed girl half opened her mouth, turned around and stared at her sister blankly, with an expression as if she was spying on someone behind her sister's back: "Sister, you can't do this, tell me quickly, what did you see over there."

　　"Hee~ A secret."

　　"Ah! Sister, it's not hard for you to do this!!."

　　Seeing her sister about to burst into tears, the elder sister smiled and turned back to look at Su Yun's back again, her eyes flashing with orange-gold light: "This road may not be so smooth for him."

　　"that's all?"

　　"This person's fate is extremely important. Even my brother can only guess the trajectory. With my current cultivation level, this is all I can see..."

　　Unfortunately, Su Yun had little experience since he came down the mountain, so he couldn't recognize the identities of the twins.

　　If Su Yun was told the identities of the two sisters, the elder sister, Bai Qianqian, was a cultivator at the seventh level of Huayun and the current leader of the Tianji Sect.

　　My younger sister Bai Qianqian is a cultivator at the eighth level of the Guiling realm. She was born with heterochromatic eyes. Her left eye can see the past, and her right eye can see people's hearts. She is regarded by the cultivation world as one of the favorites to win this competition.

　　I don't know what interesting things will happen.

　　What's most special is that the brother the two sisters are talking about is the former leader of the Tianji Sect, who is known as one of the two heroes in the cultivation world together with Su Yun's father Su Qingshan, the Confucian scholar Xu You!

　　Peng——

　　Peng——

　　The sound of drums beating at the start of the competition resounded through the sky. After the venue fell silent for a moment, the audience began to discuss the monks on the eight competition platforms below the stage.

　　The various clan leaders sitting on the high platform also sat up straight, except for the ten thrones in the front row, from left to right:

　　The seat at Zuiqingxuan was empty, as the chess elder who was originally sitting there was nowhere to be found; Yue Miao, who was sitting at Bajimen, was looking towards the left side of the arena, where his disciple, named Duan Lang, was preparing to participate; the seat at Xian Palace was taken by the young palace master Su Qiutang, whose pure and ecstatic little hands were pouring tea for his aunt who was sitting next to him.

　　Shangguan Yuhe was sitting at the Jiange seat, wearing a new Taoist robe, with her eyes closed and silent, looking very cold. No one noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead, which ran across the sword pattern on her forehead, making her look both otherworldly and pitiful.

　　The two seats in the center: The Queen of Great Xia leans against the armrest, her face supported by the back of her hand, the pearl curtain from the Phoenix Coronet swaying in the wind, her right leg resting on her left leg, her domineering side exuding, but her right hand is hidden under her robe, playing with something, her expression slightly happy. The barbarian prince sits sideways, currently missing, and no one knows where he has gone.

　　As the owner of the Eagle Tower refused to show up, the empress called up Ye Guhan, the Palace Master of the Night Palace of Yongzhou from the back row to sit down. He was dressed in cloth and looked middle-aged. He had two mustaches on his face, broad brows and small eyes. He glanced at the empress on the right from time to time. He was ugly like a rat. The Lord of the Fire Domain was absent, but the empress also arranged a new person for him, but he was not at the table yet. The Lord of Joy, an old bald slave, sat down in a wide robe. At the last seat was the Lord of the Weeping Blood Sect, who sat with one leg raised, looking very unrestrained.

　　(Seats: Qi Buchi, Yue Miao, Su Qiutang, Shangguan Yuhe, Empress, Barbarian Prince, Ye Guhan, Unknown, Old Bald Slave, Weeping Elder)

　　"In today's first battle, I wonder how well my disciple can perform."

　　Listening to Yue Miao's worried words, Su Qiutang smiled and skillfully picked up the teapot and poured tea into Master Yue's cup: "Junior Brother Duan Lang came to my palace to ask about it a few years ago. His boxing skills are mysterious and wonderful. I think the first battle will not be difficult."

　　"Haha, then Young Palace Master should follow his words." Yue Miao picked up the teacup and took a sip: "It's a pity that I still can't see Sect Master Shangguan and Master Su Jian's Qilin'er in this competition."

　　Sect Master Yue Miao had known Su Qingshan when he was young and had gone through training together for a period of time. Therefore, he was somewhat familiar with Sect Master Shangguan and others. Thinking back then, wasn't Dongfang Lan still the beauty beside Su Qingshan? Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she would marry into the royal family and become extremely powerful.

　　When Shangguan Yuhe heard Master Yue talking about Su Yun, she did not open her eyes in response, but tightened her hands on her belly, thinking about her own things. How could she not want Su Yun to participate in the competition?

　　"Well, although my cousin did not participate in the competition, Qiutang discovered another person."

　　"oh?"

　　Su Qiutang put down the teapot and pointed deftly to the right side of the arena: "The person competing there, I heard, is a disciple of Master Liu."

　　As soon as these words were spoken, the empress stopped playing with the object under her robe with her right hand, and Shangguan Yuhe also opened her clear sword eyes, and they both looked towards the place where Su Qiutang was pointing.

　　The feeling is, when did Liu Zhouyue secretly accept a disciple!

　　There are eight seats on the arena. On the rightmost platform, there is a man in ink-colored tights.

　　щ(゜ロ゜щ)! !

　　The empress and Shangguan Yuhe's brows trembled at the same time. There was nothing wrong with this man. He had a strong physique, but the pockmarks on his face were creepy and a bit ugly.

　　Liu Zhouyue's way of looking at people has become like this. Could he be a gifted person? But he doesn't look like that. Under the scrutiny of the two Dongxu, the 28-year-old man in tight clothes and his cultivation level of the seventh level of Guiling were clearly seen through.

　　Is this the disciple of the national teacher?

　　"Hehe." Su Qiutang couldn't help but cover her face and laugh when she saw the surprised expressions of her aunt and the empress: "It's that young man who is walking onto the stage."

　　On the platform steps, a plain white gown rustled.

　　Su Yun, wearing a disguise mask, slowly stepped onto the field. Although the disguise mask obscured his originally handsome face, the appearance revealed by the mask was still good. After all, the mask given by the master was changed according to the user's face. Even if it lost some of its previous delicateness, it also added heroic spirit.

　　If Su Yun is a handsome and gentle young man, then Liu Guzhou wearing a mask looks like a heroic gentleman.

　　Take to the field.

　　The first person Su Yun saw was his opponent. Then Su Yun raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding audience seats from bottom to top. There were huge crowds of people.

　　This was the first time that Su Yun had to compete with others in public. However, he originally thought that he might feel timid after he stepped forward, but he did not expect that he would feel heroic instead.

　　He looked to the left. That was the direction of his residence. He wondered if his master had come out. Then he looked up at the high platform. Almost all the leaders of Daxia were sitting there. He just felt that way.

　　Su Yun touched his face and thought, why do the empress, mother, cousin and other clan leaders sitting in the front row all seem to be looking in this direction?

　　Suddenly!

　　A sentence came out of nowhere in front of me.

　　"Are you my opponent in this match?"

　　The voice was hoarse, Su Yun calmed down, and his sword eyes swept across the man in front of him: "That's right."

　　"You're so slow and kept me waiting. Are you afraid to go on stage?"

　　Su Yun frowned. The man's words were full of aggressiveness, which inevitably made people feel unhappy.

　　The judge sitting on one side of the platform was confirming the identity of the contestant displayed on the jade disc in his hand. He listened to the two people and raised his head and said, "Okay, the other platforms have started, you should also get ready."

　　"Humph." Upon hearing the referee's words, the pockmarked man tutted his lips, turned towards Su Yun, and placed his hands in front of him, ready to fight: "Spirit Beast Sect, Mo Qilin of the Mo Family."

　　The Spirit Beast Sect is a sect located on the border of Liangman, not far from Jiange. Su Yun knows a little about it. Its inner disciples practice by taming beasts and refining beast pills. The former is a means. Some cultivators will tame a spirit beast from childhood for use in combat. Of course, the strong ones often tame more than one spirit beast.

　　As for the latter, it is to hunt monsters in the mountains, refine their beast cores, and obtain the monsters' innate abilities.

　　Beast Tamers will sacrifice blood in battle to summon spirit beasts to fight, while Beast Refiners will activate their own qi and blood to awaken their abilities.

　　As it stands, the way to fight this opponent is to be fast!

　　It was so fast that he couldn't use his own methods.

　　Su Yun hastily prepared for the next battle in his mind, and took out a straight knife from behind. The knife was called Hengqiu, and it was three feet and three inches long. There was a maple leaf carved on the handle, and a white line shone down the middle of the blade, making it feel cold.

　　The tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground, and Su Yun said calmly: "Liu Guzhou from Penglai Island, please give me your guidance."

　　Mo Qilin's eyes showed contempt, and Ma Zi's face was deep: "Penglai Island, where is this small sect? I have never heard of it. Come and fight... hm?"

　　There was a gong sound, and while the two men were exchanging greetings, the referee struck the gong to officially start the competition.

　　call out--

　　In the venue where flags fluttered, a bright light suddenly flashed. Mo Qilin stared blankly at the straight knife in front of him that suddenly appeared in front of him. This opponent is very strong! !

　　But it is true that one cannot kill in a duel, so Su Yun's straight knife stabbing forward did not use any spiritual energy, but was simply thrusting forward. However, even the most common trick was not something Mo Qilin could guard against. Waiting for the straight knife to stab his neck in the next moment, Mo Qilin could only rely on his physical strength to dodge backwards, his blood trembling all over to awaken the power of the beast pill that he had once refined. But how could Su Yun give him this opportunity?

　　Before Mo Qilin could dodge, Su Yun instantly turned the blade, bent his knees, and slapped the ground of the venue with his hand. His aura overflowed and the arena was cracked open. Mo Qilin, who already had no time to fight back, suddenly became unstable due to the change in the ground, and he was about to fall down.

　　"Stop!!"

　　The referee stopped the competition, and the fight in the field suddenly stopped. Su Yun's blade stopped steadily in front of the forehead of the fallen Mo Qilin.

　　"In this battle, Liu Guzhou wins."

　　It took less than two breaths from the beginning to the end, to put it intuitively: it was seconds!

　　This is the first time that Mo Qilin has suffered such a loss since he was a child. How big is the opponent in front of him?

　　Based on the investigation of spiritual sense and naked eyes, he is probably still a teenager, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He had no way to deal with the knife just now. This person's knife was decisive and swift, but if he could give himself time to summon the spirit beast and awaken the beast pill, how could he have lost so miserably.

　　Mo Qilin suppressed the fishy sweetness rising in his throat, slapped away Su Yun's hand that was stretched out to help him up, stood up with gritted teeth, and walked to the stage, with unwillingness in his eyes.

　　Seeing this, Su Yun had no choice but to retract his hand, put the knife back on his back, and watched Mo Qilin leave. While wondering whether he had bullied him, he walked off the stage.

　　The clan leader fought on the high platform.

　　Almost everyone in the front row witnessed the entire battle.

　　The empress narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the young man in the audience with interest. A playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said slowly, "This boy's talent is not inferior to mine."

　　Yue Miao smiled and said, "Your Majesty is humble." His realm was not as high as the empress's, but after watching Su Yun's competition, he was also stunned. If this boy faced himself who was at the peak of Gui Ling, how many moves could he make?

　　Maybe less than thirty moves.

　　Su Qiutang on the side just agreed with a smile. She also wanted to participate in this competition, but it was not her time yet. To her, this opponent was very strong, but she was already a genius among her peers. How could a genius be inferior to others? She was looking forward to fighting with this man on the field.

　　More than ten years ago, Liu Zhouyue had a battle with Su Qingli. Although the formation master and the magic master have different ways, they have similar principles. That time, Liu Zhouyue won.

　　This time, who is better, the disciple of Master Liu or the disciple of Palace Master Su of the Immortal Palace?

　　On the entire stage, only Shangguan Yuhe stared at Su Yun disappearing from the stage without saying a word.

　　It was because the force exerted by the handle of that knife was very similar to the starting posture of the Green Scroll Sword Technique, which was a technique first created by her husband. No one in the world practiced it anymore, but just half a moment ago, it appeared in front of Shangguan Yuhe.

　　At the same time.

　　There were eight platforms on the arena, and the battle was gradually coming to an end. On the leftmost platform, Baji Sect disciple Duan Lang used eighteen punches to barely defeat the Xiaoyao Sect disciple. However, the most eye-catching fight was the one on the middle platform.

　　The girl was dressed in a dark feather brocade dress with vines and a veil on her face. She stood facing the wind without taking a step forward. Her eyes were like purple crystals, enchanting and aloof. However, throughout the entire battle, the girl's sight was only on Su Yun on the right platform, while her opponent was like a madman, attacking the air until he fell down due to exhaustion.

　　The strangeness of the method made the sect leaders who were watching on the high platform change their minds from their surprise at admiring Su Yun's talent.

　　The empress's expression changed from observing Su Yun's amusement to confusion, and then she leaned back on the back of the jade throne, her long legs as white as jade forming a perfect picture in the air.

　　Undoubtedly, the empress discovered the girl's method, which was the Miao Jiang's witchcraft.

　　The Miao territory that she personally destroyed back then might still have some remnants left, hmm... The empress hid the jade ruyi under her right sleeve, took out the jade disc from the ring on her little finger, and checked the identity of the girl: the master of Piaomiao Mountain, Jiang Xuanji.

　　According to the registration information, it is a sect that was established only a few days ago. It is located in Piaomiao Mountain in Liangzhou, less than three miles away from Qingjing Mountain. Strangely enough, this sect has only one mountain master and no disciples. There is only one person, Piaomiao, who sits on the top of the mountain and establishes the sect alone.

　　After the first competition.

　　Su Yun held the jade disc in his hand and looked at the mark above which showed the score increasing by one.

　　In addition, the points are accumulated and ranked according to the point list. Although the current point list is full of one points and zero points, perhaps because he finished the fastest, Liu Guzhou's name is ranked first, followed by Jiang Xuanji, Ye Ming, Su Qiutang, Lin Chuyan, ... and so on.

　　If you win, keep going and strive to get first place.

　　The master should be very happy.

　　A smile appeared on Su Yun's lips. He raised his eyes to look up at the platform. The master was not there. His mother had her eyes closed and was not watching the game. She seemed to be thinking about something. Her cold look was very beautiful in Su Yun's eyes.

　　Before the end of the competition, it is not difficult to meet my mother with my real identity. I don't know which disciple Jiange has sent to participate in the competition. Unfortunately, the players can only see their own competition time, or look at other people's names on the list, but until now, the familiar name of Jiange has not appeared on the list.

　　After waiting for a while, Su Yun pressed the words on the jade disc that were transmitted to the room and did not stay to watch the game.

　　I only have one competition today. As for the disciples of Jiange, all the competitions are over today, so I should be able to see them.

　　A light curtain appeared in front of me, and the walkway came into view.

　　Su Yun opened the door: "Master!!"

　　Unexpectedly, the room was empty and the master had disappeared.

　　Walking into the cabinet, the bed was clean and tidy, and the air was filled with the fragrance of daffodils. Su Yun felt a little lonely, but found a piece of letter on the bed. He opened it and saw a message from his master:

　　Yun'er, you are back, right? Master watched your competition and you did well. Master has to deal with some matters next. By the way, Master didn't prepare a room for the venue for himself, so he might stay at your place tonight. Ahem~ What are you thinking about, you little rascal? Since Master is going to stay overnight, he changed the bedding, and you will sleep on the floor and meditate tonight.

　　Su Yun raised his eyebrows as he read the letter from his master. He smiled with a crooked expression at first, but then froze coldly at the end.

　　"Forget it." Su Yun said softly and put the letter into the space in his sleeve.

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　　Shen time.

　　The sect competition was still in full swing. The flow of people to Liangzhou City had increased significantly because of this competition, and it was difficult for the shops on the border to make any profit.

　　A tavern somewhere on a main street in the city that was usually deserted was now full of people.

　　There was a constant noise in the tavern. A bowl of wine from a jar hit the table top with a bang when someone was sitting on the windowsill.

　　"I felt really bad this time. My master was really insulting me. If I go back to the sect, I'm sure I'll be laughed at by my fellow brothers."

　　The black unicorn, who was drinking, had a flushed face and kept complaining about the competition that had lasted for an hour.

　　Sitting opposite him were two young disciples, one wearing a cloth shirt and had a handsome face, and the other wearing fine clothes and had a broad forehead and a straight nose. They were both disciples of the same clan as Mo Qilin, but they entered the sect later than Mo Qilin and their realm was still lower, so they had to call Mo Qilin "senior brother".

　　Hearing Mo Qilin's words, the man in fancy clothes, Wan Ting, echoed, "Brother Mo, I don't think that man has much ability. He just took the initiative. He is a living cunning man and extremely despicable. Don't you agree, Brother Lin?"

　　Lin Zhengyu, a man in cloth shirt sitting next to him, said nothing, just nodded, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip silently.

　　Lin Zhengyu watched the whole match. Although he had just entered the Guiling realm and could not fully grasp Su Yun's realm, the man's combat experience was indeed very strong. In the competition where killing was not allowed, his knife skills were just right.

　　What's more, as they are from the same sect as Mo Qilin, Lin Zhengyu knows his senior brother very well. He is extremely arrogant. If he had not been so arrogant and underestimated his enemy, he would not have lost so miserably in the face of this opponent. If he had awakened the tamed beast pill at the first moment of the competition, he would not have lost so miserably.

　　Seeing that Junior Brother Lin didn't respond, Wan Ting had no choice but to brag to Mo Qilin again: "Senior Brother Mo Qilin, don't be discouraged. This is just the first round of the points competition. You will definitely win the rest of the competitions and strive for the first place. Just think about how many talented women will admire you by then."

　　He was already drunk, and after being teased by his junior brother, Mo Qilin put down the wine jar, propped his hands on the table, and cursed:

　　"I don't know where this little brat came from. I think our Lingshou Sect, which trains horses and raises beasts for the Xia Dynasty, has now lost to the shameless people from Penglai Island. You should check out this sect that I have never heard of. If it is a small sect, humph!"

　　As he spoke, Mo Qilin glanced out the window, his thoughts already drifting to the scene where Su Yun's sect was destroyed, and his fellow sisters and master Fang Yan were taken into his possession.

　　Little did I know that a figure suddenly appeared on the street outside the window.

　　After finishing the competition, Su Yun rested and meditated in the room. His hand reached for the wine jug at his waist, but it was empty. He thought he would go out after drinking and get another jug ​​of wine.

　　Walking on the central avenue of Liangzhou City, Su Yun was thinking about where to get wine. Although he had an answer in his mind, that was the Luohuai wine from the tofu pudding shop, but that shop did not sell wine. If he bothered the shop twice a day, what would he do if the lady there thought he was frivolous?

　　Su Yun walked very slowly on the road, but his footsteps were still heading towards the tofu pudding shop. As he was walking, a beautifully decorated carriage quietly stopped behind Su Yun.

　　"Brother Guzhou, after the competition, you feel like going out to relax, but you didn't ask me to go with you?"

　　A familiar and clear voice reached his ears. Su Yun stopped and looked back. He saw Ji Shaolang wearing a gentleman's casual clothes and standing behind him with a bamboo fan in his hand.

　　Su Yun immediately cupped his hands: "Chu..."

　　"Hey." The bamboo fan stopped Su Yun from saluting, and Ji Shaolang smiled like a spring breeze: "I go out with my wife to play every day, so don't show off. How can I appreciate the customs of Liangzhou if you say that?"

　　Su Yun retracted his hand, smiled awkwardly, and returned to Ji Shaolang's previous words: "I'm going out to get a pot of wine, how dare I invite Brother Shaolang to go with me?"

　　"You are too polite when you talk. Really, you just can't let go of your pride. You are too upright. You will suffer if you behave like this." Ji Shaolang gently waved his bamboo fan while speaking, and teased, "We are all brothers. We are also a family after all. Don't be like this in the future."

　　It is obvious that Ji Shaolang, who has been in Kyoto for many years, is much better at talking to people than Su Yun. However, it is difficult for Su Yun to guess how much truth and falsehood are in his words.

　　However, in Ji Shaolang's heart, he really admired Su Yun's qualifications. Although he was close to Su Yun, Ji Shaolang did have the selfish desire to recruit talents for his own use, but when he said that he regarded Su Yun as a brother, Ji Shaolang did not lie, he was sincere.

　　"You went out, is it really just to buy some wine?" Ji Shaolang raised his eyebrows, and approached Su Yun with a bamboo fan covering his face, with an intriguing smile on his lips: "If you want to find a good place to have fun, I have learned a lot in advance."

　　Just now, Ji Shaolang and Princess Wei Suyi were sitting in the sedan chair, but they followed Su Yun for a long time, observing Su Yun's expression. They wanted to go but didn't want to go, and were hesitant inside. That state was exactly like the feeling of wanting to go to a prostitute but being afraid that their family would find out.

　　Ji Shaolang understood this point very well. After all, he had seen many playboys in Kyoto, and this situation was common.

　　Su Yun laughed when he heard this: "Brother Shao Lang, you think too much. I am really here to drink."

　　Ji Shaolang had known Su Yun for a few days and knew that he never lied. However, he still said in a low voice, "If that's the case, could it be that the owner of the wine shop is a funny lady and you have bad intentions?"

　　Well--

　　Su Yun's throat moved slightly, and he thought about saying no, but the charming figure of the tofu pudding shop owner appeared in his mind, and he couldn't say it.

　　After a moment, he just smiled and said, "Brother Shaolang, please don't make fun of me. I'm not that kind of person."

　　"What kind of person?" Ji Shaolang was delighted when he heard this, as if he had guessed something: "If it's not him, then he must be drunk. Why don't you take me to get a pot? I also want to try this Liangzhou wine that can make immortal cultivators fall in love with it."

　　"But this..."

　　Although Ji Shaolang was not the crown prince, he was the King of Chu of Great Xia and the son of the empress. He was decisive in his actions. Without waiting for Su Yun to refuse, he smiled and walked towards his own sedan chair and said a few words inside. It seemed that he was going to give some instructions to Princess Wei Suyi and was about to go get wine with him.

　　Not long after, Ji Shaolang finished his instructions, patted the porters carrying the sedan chair with his bamboo fan, and said to Su Yun in a teasing tone: "Let's go, let's set off."

　　But... Su Yun hesitated and was about to speak.

　　Suddenly, a voice came from behind, accompanied by the whistle of the wind:

　　"Go, where are you going, you despicable and shameless person!"

　　With a click, Su Yun turned around and moved to the right. A jar of wine flew through the air and fell to the ground. He then raised his eyes and looked forward: "What do you want to do?"

　　The people around heard the sound of the wine jar breaking and looked over.

　　Seeing the sudden situation, Ji Shaolang was also stunned for a moment before he said, "Brother Guzhou, this should be your opponent in the competition."

　　When Su Yun was competing, although Ji Shaolang was busy with official duties, he was watching with the jade disc from somewhere else, so he recognized the appearance of Mo Qilin.

　　"Yes." Su Yun nodded in response, but while speaking, he still looked towards Mo Qilin who was throwing the wine jar at him: "Brother, are you drunk?"

　　Mo Qilin, who was drunk, didn't care about so many things at this moment. In his eyes, he only recognized the person who made him embarrassed in front of his master.

　　"Fuck your mother. You played dirty tricks on me in the competition, and now I'm going to kill you when you get out?" As he said this, Mo Qilin's skin color gradually turned red.

　　Su Yun took two steps back, raised his hand to block Ji Shaolang, and said softly: "Your Highness, this man is already drunk and unconscious. If a fight breaks out, I may not care..."

　　Ji Shaolang narrowed his eyes slightly and threatened to stop him: "The Spirit Beast Sect is so powerful, you can do whatever you want, don't worry about me."

　　Shao Lang's words clearly showed that he didn't want to leave, nor did he want to expose his identity, so he signaled Su Yun to fight as much as he could, and he would take responsibility for everything.

　　Then, Su Yun's sword eyes swept towards Mo Qilin, but his gaze was on the two people behind Mo Qilin. It was not a big deal to be afraid of Mo Qilin alone, but the two people behind him, one was in the fifth realm of spiritual return, and the other was in the first realm of spiritual return.

　　This was the first time for Su Yun to compete with three cultivators of the same level at the same time.

　　Although his realm is far superior to theirs, most of the people on the streets here are mortals, and His Royal Highness the King of Chu is right behind him.

　　It's a tough battle.

　　On the other hand, Lin Zhengyu, who was behind Mo Qilin, frowned after observing the movements of Su Yun and Ji Shaolang: "Senior Brother Mo, don't act rashly. We..."

　　"It's useless to take a long-term view."

　　Mo Qilin interrupted his junior brother. He now only wanted to beat Su Yun up first. As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qilin threw another jar of wine to Su Yun.

　　However, Su Yun did not draw his sword. Instead, his Qi moved first, and the spiritual energy in front of him turned into a barrier to block the wine jar.

　　The flags of the street shops fluttered in the wind, and the wine flew into the air and turned into drops of mist, almost blocking the view. A hand covered with animal skin suddenly attacked Su Yun. At the same time, a blue light appeared on the left side, turning into a thread of light and killing Su Yun.

　　Su Yun's eyebrows raised, not knowing what the two methods were. In order to take care of Shao Lang, he held the Hengqiu Knife in his right hand to block in front of him, and slapped the knife with his beast's paw. The huge force made his tiger's mouth numb. After blocking the palm in front, Su Yun immediately turned the knife and changed his moves. The cold light was like snow, and the spiritual energy infused the blade, cutting off the light thread.

　　"Die!!"

　　Mo Qilin saw that his attack was blocked, and his face, which was already drunk, became even redder. He took advantage of the deviation of Su Yun's blade and turned his palm into a fist to hit Su Yun again. The spiritual energy contained in his fist filled the air and made it hot. The light thread that was cut off on the left side was also strange. The moment it fell to the ground, it grew thicker and longer silk threads like seeds falling to the ground, which directly bound the blade and made it unable to move.

　　Su Yun frowned, as he was protecting Ji Shaolang so closely that he couldn't move freely. In a few moves, he was trapped. As a result, he gently pushed Ji Shaolang back two steps with his left hand, then chopped horizontally with the blade, breaking the light thread. He lowered his shoulders to avoid Mo Qilin's powerful punch, then pressed against Mo Qilin's chest. Instantly, the spiritual energy in his body surged, and he launched a fierce attack.

　　Tieshankao is a martial art for mortals, but it has a different flavor when used in the hands of cultivators. At the moment of body collision, the spiritual energy around the body surges to the shoulder as the starting point, and shockingly passes into the body of Mo Qilin. The result of the collision of spiritual energy is a small-scale explosion, and the place where this explosion is caused is inside its body.

　　"Puff~" Even if the drunk Mo Qilin had some strength, it was completely consumed at this moment, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

　　Su Yun, who had equalized the situation, did not stop the knife in his hand. Seeing the black unicorn spurting blood and falling backwards, his sword eyes instantly slashed towards the man in gorgeous clothes who was casting strange light on the left.

　　The next moment, Su Yun's blade was surrounded by wisps of green light, and he made an ordinary middle-level stab. Spiritual energy gushed out along with the tip of the blade. Unexpectedly, facing this potentially fatal blow, the man in gorgeous clothes smiled with ease.

　　Su Yun frowned immediately, as if he remembered something. Then there was a clanging sound, and sparks burst out from the tip of the knife. The man in the cloth shirt who had been standing at a distance watching the battle also joined the battle. His body moved very quickly, and his clothes bulged under his footsteps, and even hair was exposed at the ankles and ankles.

　　"I'm sorry!" The man in cloth shirt said softly after blocking Su Yun's knife. The next moment, he stepped on the ground with both feet, leaped into the air, and swept one foot horizontally towards Su Yun's chest. This kick cut through the air and even came with flames and hot air. If Su Yun took it head-on, he would probably suffer some minor injuries with his current physique that had reached the ninth level of the spiritual realm.

　　When the situation changed, the man in fancy clothes standing behind him did not forget to smile: "You have the ability, but if you insult my family, you will be punished here."

　　Su Yun really wanted to curse him on the spot, asking if he had any serious brain disease, but talking while fighting and being distracted was a big taboo.

　　Therefore, facing the kick from the cloth-shirted man, Su Yun had no choice but to put away his sword and block it first. But in a flash, the man in the ornate clothes no longer insisted on attacking Su Yun, but wrapped the light emitted from his fingertips around his hand, covering it into a fist. He suddenly attacked Ji Shaolang who was standing and watching behind him, and the whistling sound turned into fist power.

　　Aren't you very strong and capable?

　　Then you have to attack the enemy and rescue him. No matter how strong a person is, he must have a weak spot. So after Su Yun blocked the kick, he had to find a way to retreat and defend against his punch. At that time, the Mo Qilin who had retreated with blood spurting out before was already on the right side, ready to attack again. In the chaos of the battle, let's see how you can stop him.

　　No matter how strong you are, can you block three directions of an opponent of the same realm?

　　At that time, Su Yun was also nervous. In fact, in Su Yun's opinion, these three people were very easy to deal with. But looking at the current situation, if he didn't use some real skills, it would be really troublesome to subdue them without killing anyone.

　　Thinking of this, Su Yun sighed helplessly, turned his wrist while holding the knife, and the circulation of the spiritual energy in his body changed. He quietly raised his left hand that was not holding the knife, and crossed his thumb, index finger, and little finger to form a seal, preparing to use the "transferring flowers and grafting trees" taught by Pei Niang to trap them.

　　The flocks of birds perched around sensitively sensed something and flew up in surprise.

　　Just as Su Yun was about to use his move, Ji Shaolang faced the heavy punch from the young man in gorgeous clothes, still smiling amiably.

　　The curtain of the sedan chair was slightly blown by the wind, and a figure flashed out.

　　Bang, bang, bang——

　　Three consecutive explosions echoed throughout the central street of Liangzhou City.

　　Su Yun was stunned. The man in cloth shirt who was kicking in the air was distracted and kicked at the air. Mo Qilin half bent his body, looking forward, and forced himself to hold back the animal phosphorus that was filling his body.

　　In front of Ji Shaolang.

　　The girl stood holding a book, wearing a flowing colorful silk skirt with ripples on the hem. This girl was Ji Shaolang's wife, Wei Suyi, the Princess of Chu of Great Xia. She looked weak and delicate, but she blocked the attack of the man in gorgeous clothes with just one finger.

　　"According to Xia law, you should be sentenced to death for assassinating the king."

　　Wei Suyi's voice sounded crisp and soft, but it carried a kind of oppressive majesty. After finishing her words, Wei Suyi gently moved her hand away from the fist of the man in fancy clothes, and then stood beside Ji Shaolang.

　　At the moment when Wei Suyi's fingers left, the expression of the man in the gorgeous clothes became inexplicably painful, with confusion and unwillingness in his eyes. Then, accompanied by a gust of wind, his body dissipated like dust, until he no longer existed in this world.

　　The realm of Dongxu masters the laws of the great Dao, but no matter how great the Dao is, the bearing capacity of heaven and earth is limited. Therefore, over the past thousand years, within the geographical scope of the Nine Provinces of Daxia, there will only be seven Dongxu at any time, as if by tacit understanding.

　　The names of those who advance to the Dongxu level will appear in the form of wooden plaques on the branches of the sacred trees in the Jianmu area of ​​Yongzhou. When Dongxu dies, the wooden plaque will be destroyed, which means Dongxu is "dead".

　　But today, Su Yun witnessed with his own eyes that some people, even if they have not practiced cultivation, may possess a terrifying power comparable to that of Dongxu.

　　His world seemed to have suddenly grown larger and more turbulent.

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　　Time goes to the afternoon when the sun is shining brightly.

　　In the mountains near Yongzhou in the southern corner of Liangzhou, a man dressed as a barbarian with his face covered split open the void and moved out a ten-foot-high stone tablet. The stone tablet fell heavily to the ground and sank nearly a foot into the mud. When the stone tablet reappeared, the barbarian muttered in the barbarian language.

　　If translated into Xia language, it means something like:

　　"Liangzhou should also perish."