After taking He Zhizhou out of the Criminal Division, Tian Xianzi brought his disciples to the City Lord's Mansion.
Luan City has developed commerce and is notoriously rich and luxurious, and the city lord's mansion is naturally full of extravagant and glamorous scenes. Looking around, there are even four words written in every crack of the floor:
I am rich.
Although the city of Jialan that Ning Ning had visited before was also an important commercial place, it had been buried in the water for so many years. In addition, the city lord's mansion was dominated by elegance and restraint, and its temperament was completely different from this place.
Passing through the majestic main entrance, and then through the long corridor with high walls and bright lights, in the midst of laughter, laughter, and arpeggios, we arrived at the front yard used to welcome guests and hold banquets.
"Elder Tianxian! There is a loss to welcome, and there is a loss to welcome!"
As soon as the servant who led the way backed down, a young man dressed in fancy clothes stepped forward to greet him, glanced at Ning Ning and the others, and said with a loud laugh, "The disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect are all young talents, and they must be noble sects. This year, I will also be able to beat the pack.”
Tian Xianzi laughed loudly: "Thank you City Lord Ji Yan."
After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman in red behind the young man: "This must be the lady of the city owner, right?"
The city lord turned sideways, and his voice was gentle: "Come on, Mother Luan."
The woman stood under the shadow of the high wall, and was blocked by the young man for most of her figure. It was not until she slowly stepped forward after Tian Xianzi's questioning that Ning Ning finally saw the person's appearance.
She was born beautifully, with amber pupils embedded in her charming peach blossom eyes, like ice water melting on a snow-capped mountain. Although she is graceful, she is clear and cold, and there is not much temperature that belongs to a living person.
A red dress is woven from dragon silk and cloud brocade. The dragon silk is as thin as gauze and the brocade is magnificent like smoke. She was swaying and very beautiful.
Ning Ning did his homework before coming to Luan City. The city owner's surname is Luo Ming Yuanming, and he is a genius Fu Xiu of the Yuan Ying high-ranking class.
He had a wife before. He heard that she was a frail and sickly eldest lady of the official family. Not long after giving birth to the child, she died of a serious illness.
The name of the current city owner's wife is Luanniang, and she has long abandoned her original name because she was sold into Huajie since she was a child.
One is the famous city lord, the other is a lowly dancer. The two should not have any intersection, but Luo Yuanming fell in love with her at first sight at a certain banquet.
This romantic story was sung by the people in the city, and more than ten versions of the love story of the two were written, one is more bizarre than the other, the other is ambiguous and fragrant.
Even the old lady who had been dead for many years in the city lord was lucky enough to be resurrected in the book, and directly threw a pile of silver notes to the heroine Luan Niang: "Five million spirit stones, leave my son."
On the outrageous level, Lord Yan could cry when he saw it. But it can also be seen that the enthusiasm of the people to eat melons and eat cp is consistent, no matter ancient or modern, all over the world.
Luan Niang originally had a cold face, but the moment she heard Luo Yuanming's voice, she looked slightly relaxed and showed a faint smile.
She was born as a dancer, and when she walked, she was charming and amorous, even with a swaying skirt, and the brocade was shining under the ever-bright lamp, which was extremely beautiful.
Tian Xianzi and the couple briefly exchanged a few words, and then brought everyone into the banquet.
The front yard of the City Lord's Mansion is unbelievably spacious, and the tables and seats are arranged one after another, full of various pastries and dishes. Ning Ning has the best relationship with Senior Sister, so she has been walking side by side with Zheng Weiqi, and saw several familiar faces in the interlaced light and shadow.
The little master Mingkong from Fanyin Temple was still surrounded by a large group of people, and he taught some big truths that even he could not understand and recited from Buddhist scriptures.
A group of people around pretended not to understand, and nodded in agreement. If anyone asked, they would receive a bunch of pity eyes that "can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."
Wan Jianzong arrived here early, and several of them fought against Lumingshan. A servant of the city lord's mansion curled up in a corner, holding a small notebook in his hand, recording the number of spiritual stones that need to be compensated.
According to the onlookers, a group of people in Lumingshan criticized sweet tofu flowers and praised salty tofu brain angrily when they were tasting dim sum. The sword drew the talisman and fought.
And there's-
Ning Ning was slightly stunned when his eyes stayed on the angular profile in the crowd.
It was a tall and thin young man with a dizzying red at the end of his eyes. He seemed to be aware of her gaze and turned around without saying a word.
It was actually the young city lord of Jialan City, Jiang Si.
Jiang Si slept for several years, and when he woke up, he always seemed to be seriously ill. However, his sick body and bones could not hinder the endless domineering spirit in his body. After seeing Ning Ning and Zheng Weiqi, he sneered: "Oh, woman."
Zheng Weiqi's face wrinkled subconsciously: "Tsk, idiot."
After thinking for a moment, he whispered to Ning Ning: "Little Junior Sister, have you seen that wronged person? I'll teach you how to do business."
Seeing that Zheng Weiqi didn't blink, staring at herself, Jiang Si coughed a few times with no expression on her face, and an imperceptible smile flashed across her eyes.
That woman really had a deep-rooted love for him, and now she just saw him dazzlingly, and without hesitation, brought her fellow junior sister to this side.
It's a pity that he is completely in love and is destined to not give her a future.
"Young City Lord."
Zheng Weiqi took a few steps forward and approached him, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Why are you here?"
Jiang Si responded in a cold voice: "Jialan and Luancheng have been friends for generations. It is now the ten-law meeting, and I will celebrate from now on."
After a pause, he coughed again: "You want to participate in the Fa conference? Huh?"
The "um" at the end of the sentence is what he learned in the book of words—
Jiang Si knew that he could not keep up with the changes of the times, so before saying goodbye to the Xuanxu Sword Sect, he specially bought a lot of storybooks from Zheng Weiqi. After studying day and night, he summed up the typical behavior of men today.
For example, he is arrogant and alienated, and likes to use the word "woman" very much. This is exactly the same as many years ago, and there is nothing to say.
For example, the most common expressions are "raised eyebrows", "evil smile" and "licking back molars", no matter what they do, they are "lightly".
Another example is always to add a "um" at the end of the sentence, and be sure to use a very "deep and mellow" voice and a little question tone.
Jiang Si thought about it for a long time, and felt that it should be similar to the mooing of a buffalo. After all, it was a low-pitched single syllable.
In addition, he also learned many new sentence patterns that he had never heard before. But even if he was as strong as Jiang Si, he couldn't accept that he pushed a certain woman against the wall, and said with red eyes like a pink eye: "Young City Lord, I will give you my life."
Or hug someone tightly, "as if to insert her into every inch of flesh and blood in her body".
It's terrifying, like reading a ghost novel. He also wanted to live a good life, and did not want to die young.
"Have you read the previous book?"
Zheng Weiqi smiled familiarly and said: "I have some new products here, I wonder if the young city master is interested?"
Jiang Si was silent for a moment.
When he read those love story books, it can be said that he learned in a dark and piercing manner. The monsters in the city were quite curious about this, and the streets were full of such conversations:
"The young city lord has not shown his face for many days. I don't know what to do in the mansion?"
"I heard that you are reading a book."
"Reading books? Is it to read the strategy of governing the city, or to practice peerless exercises?"
"... I heard that it is "The Crazy Pet of a Domineering Master", "Refused to Marry a Wealthy Family: The Little Wife's Escape from Love for 33 Days", "This Meng Jue clearly loves me but is too boring"."
"… "
"… "
So within a day, the whole city was spreading rumors that the young city lord had a girlish heart, and he would lose sleep and eat when he read the book of love stories.
Later, it became more and more outrageous, and it directly changed from "mostly the stories of the elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect" to "Is the young city lord's favorite thing is Tianxianzi or Zhenxiao Jianzun, or both?" .
Just because the number of these two people's words is the highest among all people.
It is very rational and well-founded, and there is no reason to argue.
Jiang Si wanted to refuse, but heard Zheng Weiqi continue: "Young City Master, I still have two books on hand, both with you as the hero. The supply is in short supply, if you want to buy it, you have to hurry up."
What she said is true. Since the Jialan City incident was known to the world, Jiang Si, the master of the young city, has been passed down as a handsome young man with a clear wind and a moon, and a high-level mansion. As a result, his popularity has risen, and countless fan fiction books have emerged overnight. It's a good thing to sell.
Jiang Si couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words. After some ideological struggle, he said calmly, "How much?"
Zheng Weiqi compared a number with her fingers: "One thousand spirit stones."
Jiang Si sneered again.
Although he is an old antique, his brain has not rusted. A book sells a thousand spirit stones, this woman might as well go grab it: "It's too expensive, I can only give you five hundred at most."
Zheng Weiqi shook her head: "One thousand."
Jiang Si's attitude was firm: "Five hundred."
Zheng Weiqi: "One thousand."
Jiang Si: "Five hundred."
"five hundred."
"one thousand."
Jiang Si: …
He was obsessed with going against the other side, but he never thought that she would lead her into a dead end, and he took advantage of this inertia of thinking to kill him by surprise.
Zheng Weiqi tried her best to hold back her laughter, and handed him a copy of "The City Lord is Too Difficult: Adorable Baby is Three and a Half Years Old".
The title was so shocking that Jiang Si felt a chill on his back, and almost sued the author directly to the Criminal Division.
When he took it tremblingly, he heard Zheng Weiqi say: "I have a copy here, the same thousand spirit stones, do you want it?"
Jiang Siqiang endured the heartache of being deceived by unscrupulous merchants, and responded expressionlessly: "Five hundred."
Zheng Weiqi still had the same tone as before: "One thousand."
The young city lord of Jialan City restrained his expression, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.
The same trick won't work twice, this woman actually wants to use the exact same routine, which is too contempt for his mind.
Jiang Si answered quickly: "Five hundred."
"one thousand."
"five hundred."
It was another round of bidding without any pause. When Zheng Weiqi opened her mouth to read out the next number, Jiang Si held her breath and her pupils shrank suddenly.
-It's now!
The number she just said was not one thousand!
According to the previous routine, he had long guessed that Zheng Weiqi would modify the price during a certain quotation.
At that time, I must not follow the habit of thinking and deliberately go against this woman, but should follow her words and read the same number without hesitation.
That is-
Jiang Si was full of anger, and said word by word: "One thousand five hundred!"
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
In the lively feast, a sad person suddenly appeared.
His own voice echoed in his ears, Jiang Si raised his head blankly, facing Zheng Weiqi's smiling face.
She just... said fifteen hundred
Not five hundred
Haha, it turns out that he didn't repeat the same trick, but dug another trap waiting for him to jump into.
- So why don't you play the cards according to the formula! Is it interesting to bully him, an antique guy who doesn't know anything? ah? Is this interesting
This poisonous woman!
Even if she got his money, she couldn't get his heart!
"As expected of the young city master, the shot is the atmosphere."
Zheng Weiqi shook her head, took out another booklet from the storage bag and handed it to him; Jiang Si took it in a trance like a sculpture.
Looking down, "My Genius Husband".
Killing and killing hearts, really every word is laughing at his stupidity and fragility, Zheng Weiqi definitely did it on purpose.
Jiang Si felt short of breath and almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Woman... You are challenging my limit."
Zheng Weiqi smiled politely and accepted the IQ tax he handed over: "It's okay, isn't this a success? It's going to be a long time in Japan, we can continue."
Jiang Si tried his best to breathe in and out, so as not to be mad at her.
After Zheng Weiqi took the money, she said goodbye to the big head and said goodbye, and walked to the other side of the banquet with her little sister in her arms.
Ning Ning couldn't stop laughing at her ferocious operation. During the conversation between the two, she didn't notice a few secret glances in the crowd.
"I saw her, the girl from the Xuanxu Sword Sect."
A Meixiu girl sat on the rockery and looked at the red-clothed boy leaning beside the mountain with a light smile: "Rong Ci, we were played hard by her last time, and this time we can finally have a fair game... Well, whoever catches it first counts, and the other one is not allowed to grab it."
Rong Ci retracted his gaze and smiled lazily: "Of course."
"Aiya—" His eyes touched the black-clothed boy holding a sword in the corner of the banquet, the girl covered her lips and chuckled, her voice sweet as honey: "That's Miss Ningning's younger brother, right? The two of us watched her talk just now, He was stunned by him."
As she spoke, she wrapped her hair around her sallow-white index finger, her eyes flashing with a cold light like a predator's hunting: "He looks pretty good, maybe he's an interesting person... right?"
On the other side, Wan Jianzong.
Xu Ye glanced at his senior sister in horror: "Senior sister, you have been grinning for half an hour, more than your total time in the first half of the year—are you having a cramp in your mouth?"
"You do not understand."
Su Qinghan held down the long sword at his waist and stopped the constant buzzing from the sword's body due to excitement: "Ten methods will use martial arts to meet friends, elite disciples from all sects are gathered here, don't you want to have a discussion with them? "
Xu Ye was timid and answered bravely, "Probably... think about it?"
Glancing at the purple-shirted girl in the crowd, Su Qinghan's expression was slightly restrained: "Junior Sister Ningning's performance in Xiaozhongshan is quite impressive. In this trial, many people will definitely challenge her."
Thinking of Ning Ning's tossing about Niguang Island and Haoranmen, Xu Ye nodded subconsciously: "Indeed. Ning Ning must be in a dangerous situation this time - Senior Sister, do you want to help her?"
"Help her?"
Su Qinghan chuckled softly, and a bright color appeared in his eyes: "I will be the first to defeat her."
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The scenery of Luan City is just right, and it is unforgettable to go with the delicious food and wine. If it wasn't for a voice transmission that suddenly resounded in his ears, Ning Ning would be willing to call this evening "an unparalleled night".
However, when the voice appeared, it went from an "unparalleled night" to a waterloo in an instant, to "the source of many troubles".
"You little friends, here is Luo Yuanming, the city lord of Luan City. After some discussion among the elders, it was decided to open the secret realm of trials tonight, that is, the first round of the ten-way competition."
While listening carefully, Ning Ning raised her head to meet Zheng Weiqi's eyes. Obviously, the latter also received the same voice transmission.
"Before the first round of competition, everyone will get a special token. After entering the secret realm at Jiuyou Mountain, you can challenge yourself to snatch tokens from others."
The voice continued: "Traps, conspiracies and collective cooperation are not prohibited. If the number of tokens in a person's hand is cleared to zero, they will be forced to leave the secret realm immediately; at the end of the trial, the number of tokens in hand will be counted down, and they will also be eliminated."
"The trial lasted for three days, and there are still many adventures in the secret realm waiting for you to discover. Then—"
"The flying boat will arrive at the City Lord's Mansion immediately and will carry everyone to Jiuyou Mountain, please be prepared."
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.
Not only did the Law Society have a new rule of competing for tokens, but it was also the first time that it was announced during the banquet, which was tantamount to a blow to the head. Many people have not been fully prepared, and they are all anxious when they hear it, not knowing what to do.
And just as Luo Yuanming said, in the time he finished speaking, but half a column of incense, several flying boats arrived as promised, cutting through the clouds that were thick like cotton wool on the city lord's mansion.
Like a surprise exam, all teachers in the world are indeed the same thieves.
"The number of tokens cannot be countdown..."
Zheng Weiqi smiled helplessly: "Isn't this a clear sign that everyone is encouraged to kill each other? Those elders are really getting worse every year."
She is a sword cultivator in the Yuan Ying period, and the trial secret realm is vast. In order to ensure fairness, she will naturally not be in the same venue as Jin Dan's Ning Ning.
After thinking for a while, she asked her uneasy: "I heard that the younger sister is doing well in Xiaozhongshan, maybe she will get into trouble because of this. Remember to act cautiously and try to join other people in the sect."
Ning Ning nodded obediently.
The flying boat hangs in the air with a mighty momentum, and hangs down a long ladder that winds down several steps.
The elders guessed that they were watching a good show secretly somewhere, but no one was seen from beginning to end, while the disciples were happy and sad, and they boarded the boat one by one noisily.
Among all the members of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, He Zhizhou, who took the opportunity to eat and drink, was the last to board the boat. He ate too much and couldn't sit, so he could only stand at the door of Feizhou with his waist up, sticking out his head and looking down.
As the flying boat slowly lifted into the air, the people and objects on the ground became smaller and blurrier.
The outline of the house has been submerged in the night, and thousands of lights are clustered together, swaying in the wind, like dots of colored ink smudged on pure black paper. People's faces also became unclear, half swallowed by darkness, and the other half hidden in firelight.
When looking around, He Zhizhou saw the elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect in the attic on the top floor at a glance, and they seemed to have collided with his eyes and raised their arms and waved.
He Zhizhou was moved for a while.
The cabbage field is yellow, and she lost her mother at the age of two or three. His master, Li Wangsheng, does not stay at home all the year round, and only occasionally sends a bunch of swordsmanship exercises and cherishing spiritual plants back. If it weren't for the support and care of his uncles and uncles, he might be in a state of despair.
This time, when he was arrested into the Criminal Division, Tian Xianzi rushed over immediately and took him out of that ghost place. This kindness is unforgettable, and he must not fail his uncle's painstaking efforts.
"My uncles and uncles—"
He Zhizhou raised his voice and shouted, "Don't worry, everyone, I will definitely pass this trial!"
Tian Xianzi opened his mouth, probably talking to him. It's a pity that the distance between the two is too far, He Zhizhou can only see the other's mouth wide open, but he can't hear the slightest sound, like watching a silent film.
But after thinking about it, what else can the teacher say before the game? Nothing more than words of encouragement for him.
Thinking of this, He Zhizhou became even more passionate, and shouted loudly, "Uncle Tianxian! Don't worry, I won't let you lose—"
Before the word "hope" was out of his mouth, it was stuck back in his throat.
To be precise, it was squeezed back into the throat.
—While He Zhizhou probed his brain and moved himself, the door of Feizhou closed silently.
It turned out that the uncles and uncles were not waving goodbye.
Instead, he desperately signaled to him: "Hurry up and retract your head! Otherwise, you will be caught by the door soon!"
He Zhizhou's face was expressionless, the whole person was standing in the flying boat, only one head was pushed out of the door, unable to move.
The evening wind blew his unruly black hair, and in the hazy vision, he happened to meet the surprised eyes of a family of three in a high-rise building.
The flying boat, the night sky, the fire, the head hanging at the door.
A piercing scream pierced the night sky.
He Zhizhou: …
Listen to him explain! He is a handsome sword cultivator with good morals and suaveness. He really is not a human head embedded in the crack of the door! ! !
However, before he could show a friendly smile to the family, he realized that someone was scratching his hair indiscriminately behind him.
Then there was a pat on the back.
Ning Ning's voice came into his ears very clearly: "Senior sister, what are you doing? Don't bully Senior Brother He."
Zheng Weiqi said righteously: "It's clear that you did something to him and wanted to blame me!"
Most of the disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect in this flying boat burst into laughter when they saw this scene. Many fellow brothers and sisters who have a good relationship with He Zhizhou follow the same example, please touch me and scratch.
Pity that his head was locked outside, and he could only hear a buzzing sound behind him. He didn't even know who was doing the trick. He only struggled desperately with a twisted face: "Stop it! You bastards!"
Ning Ning stood in the flying boat, and all he could see was the half body of a 90-year-old old man. The scene was so funny that she couldn't help laughing. She was caught off guard when she suddenly heard He Zhizhou shouting, "Oops!"
She still had a little conscience, and when she heard the words, she asked, "What's wrong?"
He Zhizhou seemed to find it difficult to speak, his voice was much lower, and he had to distinguish carefully before he could hear it clearly: "... I seem to be surrounded by many people below. Many, many."
The third junior brother who practiced under Li Wangsheng with him laughed heartlessly: "What is there to watch? It's just a human head hanging on a flying boat—"
and many more.
This is a human head hanging on a flying boat! ! !
Imagine the days when the fireworks are bright and the city is celebrating, you and your wife are eating hot pot and singing songs. As soon as you look up, you see a strange hanging human head outside the window—
This is too scary! ! !
"Senior Brother He, hold on!"
The scene was chaotic. For the physical and mental health of the people of Luan City, no one dared to continue tossing him. The younger disciples were serious, and they made comments: "You must keep smiling, and your expression must not be too gloomy, otherwise it will scare the children!"
Ning Ning was quite convinced: "That's right. I want to tell everyone with a smile that you are not a head hanging on the door, but your head happened to be caught by the door."
So on the night of the feast of the Ten Ways Festival, when the flying boat took off, the fireworks burst into flames, and many people in Luan City looked out from the windows, wanting to admire the beauty of Xianmen.
The flying boat floated in the air, the lights and shadows blended together, and the child who was ignorant of the world opened his eyes wide and asked curiously, "Mother, what is the big ship flying in the sky?"
"That is the flying boat of the Ten Ways Conference. The flying boat is full of the best disciples from the major sects. If you want to board the boat, you must practice hard, and in the future—"
The woman was leaning on top of the tall building, and before she could finish her sentence, she took a breath of cold air, and her back began to tremble involuntarily.
—At the door of one of the flying boats, there is a ghastly face with a pale face!
A fireworks exploded.
The head was blank and in a trance, and inadvertently collided with the eyes of the family of three, he grinned rather stiffly, and drew an embarrassing but polite dry smile.
That's scary enough.
I didn't expect this smile to be fleeting, but in the blink of an eye, the face of the head suddenly changed.
I saw it was crying, laughing, shaking, and I didn't know what to say in its wide open mouth. Only a ferocious and terrifying face was particularly clear under the firelight, and it was deeply embedded in everyone's memory.
As the flying boat moved forward slowly, more and more people saw it.
The head of the unknown surname was twitching and grinning, as if in extreme pain, his eyes were rolling around, his cheeks were wrinkled, and he was scolding silently, perhaps just to accuse the injustice he encountered during his lifetime.
The children in the high-rise building cried in unison, and the cries continued one after another, gushing endlessly.
Suddenly, someone suddenly shouted: "I remember! Isn't that the Xuanxu disciple who was in the market today and was imprisoned in the Criminal Division?!"
A stone stirred up a thousand waves.
I don't know who was trembling and continued: "I heard that he was taken away by the elders in the sect. Could it be that the Xuanxu Sword Sect gave him to... ! !"
"Why is the Xuanxu Sword Sect like that!"
A woman shivered and screamed: "He just made a small mistake, how could he chop off his head and hang it on a flying boat to show the public! What kind of hard-hearted is this teacher's sect, it really makes people die. Don't live in peace!"
The head swayed in the air with the wind, and drifted away in the twilight, until the flying boat left, and it was not taken down.
But its expression gradually softened, and finally closed its eyes and turned into a smiling face full of Buddha nature. So peaceful, like being liberated before dying.
After struggling on the brink of death for so long, the disciple finally closed his eyes slowly.
The people in the city stayed up all night, and the story of Xuanxu Sword Sect killing its disciples and hanging them in the flying boat spread around a hundred times.
The scene was so shocking and influential that it was said in history that "we still don't know the name of the head we saw that day".
And the elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect never thought that after that night, the way parents in Luan City scare their children changed completely, from "crying again? Aunt Tiger will come and take you away" to "cry again?" became-
"Cry again? Cry again and I'll send you to the Xuanxu faction!"
Not to mention, the effect is obviously much better.