When he got to the place, Qianye realized that Song Zining's painting of a night outing in spring was not written by hand, but it was the foreground object in front of him.
It was a flat land, the season when the grass grows and warblers fly, the mountain flowers are dotted sporadically, and the original force wind lamps are floating in the air, which at first glance looks like the stars are moving. These light sources alone are a big deal. The Force Lamp itself is very valuable, and the resources consumed to be able to hover in the air are even more astonishing.
The banquet adopts the ancient etiquette of the ancestors, with one seat per person. There were at least a hundred banquets in the huge venue, maids and servants shuttled back and forth carrying utensils and tableware, and the gauze clothes of singers and dancers floated like clouds.
The retro trend of the upper class nobles in the empire is popular. Qianye has seen a lot since he took over Qiqi's mission, but today he suddenly had a special feeling. Divided into two worlds.
People in the lower continent are struggling for food for tomorrow, and the resources consumed by a banquet in the upper continent may be able to feed a town, so what is the meaning of the abandoned land
The two seats are tied for honor, because tonight is a banquet jointly organized by the Zhao Clan and the Song Clan.
In fact, this is a gathering to attract talents, so most of the people who get the invitations are the children of the gentry, and it is not by their surnames but their strengths that they can occupy a place on this occasion. Those who are lucky enough to be invited must try their best to express themselves. There is an endless stream of people in front of the seats of Zhao Junhong and Song Zining, and some people will jump out to compete with each other from time to time. Of course, this is different from the group arena.
Song Zining raised his head, just in time to see Qianye in the distance stopped at the edge of the field, and even turned around to leave. He immediately called the two deacons of the Song family to block the guests.
"Qianye!" Song Zining called to stop him, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Qiqi to let you come over."
Before Qianye could speak, Song Zining said regretfully, "Qiqi and Nangong Wanyun will also hold a joint banquet tonight. Speaking of which, they have such noble women as Yun, you missed it!" Song Zining said Looking back at the banquet venue, he pointed and said, "The dancer in red over there is soft enough, you can take her back later."
Qianye was completely silent now, even after so many years, it seems that his friend's bad taste has not improved in the slightest.
In the end, Song Zining pulled Qianye to his seat. At this time, everyone's greetings were almost over, and everyone returned to their seats to enjoy the delicious food and wine. The skirts of the two rows of dancers in the open space were twirling like flowers in full bloom. At the next table, Zhao Junhong was drinking alone.
Qianye recalled the banquet held by Duke Wei at Wu'an Hall on the first day of Spring Hunting. At that time, except for Zhao Junhong talking with Song Zining, Qiqi and a few people, the rest of the people couldn't even get a glance. Hold this kind of banquet with the children of the gentry.
Song Zining heard Qianye's talk, and couldn't help laughing: "The people of the Zhao Clan are just a little arrogant, but they are not stupid. Any powerful family, even the emperor's family, needs someone who can use it. In fact, judging people by their background is because of a good background. Generally, the talent is higher and the resources are more. Of course, I also know that this division is bound to be biased, but in situations where everyone is unfamiliar, this scale is usually effective most of the time."
Qianye thought for a while and nodded.
Those noble families who existed almost at the same time as the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty, made their fortunes in the first place because their ancestors awakened the talent of the force. Although neither the dark race nor humans have studied and understood the rules so far, nor can they effectively control the awakening and inheritance of talents, but bloodline continuation is recognized as an important way. And after more than 1,200 years of accumulation, these aristocratic families are naturally blessed by their own descendants, which is not fair or unfair.
The real unfairness does not lie in the start, but in whether there are enough upward channels. As for complaining about different heights due to different starts, that is actually meaningless, because the natural reproduction of human beings is inherently different, unlike blood slaves created by blood clans who can control levels and strength. For this natural rule, either change it or accept it.
"However, family background is only the first cornerstone. To be recognized by others, one must have one's own abilities." Song Zining smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with Zhao Junhong's character, at least his ears are much quieter. He cares about it." There are only two kinds of people, one is equal to him, and the other is equal to his ability."
"From what you've said, I'm really looking forward to fighting him tomorrow." Qianye looked at Song Zining and said, "Actually, I'd rather fight you first."
Song Zining blinked, and said, "We always have a chance, but if so many people see it as a show for taming animals, forget it."
Qianye suddenly felt that his friend's smile was full of malice, and Wei Potian's tired appearance appeared in his mind. He was almost sure that Song Zining did it on purpose, otherwise, when Wei Potian's force was about to bottom out later, Song Zining would have knocked him out.
"Qianye, where will you go after the spring hunting is over?"
Qianye has been thinking about this question since he made the decision that Tianxuan Chunshou was his last mission for Qiqi. In fact, after he walked out of Lighthouse Town, the question of "where to go" has been bothering him. Even during the days in Dark Blood City, Qianye felt strongly all the time that he was just a passerby with no destination.
But Qianye has already considered it now, he said calmly: "I will go back to the Evernight Continent and kill someone."
Song Zining smiled and said, "Just killing people shouldn't take much time."
"That's a general, it's estimated to take a long time."
Song Zining stopped smiling, "Why do you have such an enemy? Is it related to your past?" He knew very well what a general in the Eternal Night Continent meant. Family generals, but in Eternal Night Continent, at least they are generals who guard one place!
"No." Qianye said indifferently: "My only few friends in the Eternal Night Continent died directly or indirectly at the hands of him and his son. Moreover, he traded black crystals with the dark race."
Song Zining was silent for a while, then asked slowly, "Who is that person?"
"The Brigadier General of the Seventh Division of the Expeditionary Army, Wu Zhengnan."
The day of the final. There were more people watching the battle in the huge martial arts arena than in the previous few days, and the seats on the other side of the stands were also extremely full.
When Qianye entered the arena, Zhao Junhong was already standing there, with his arms folded in front of his chest, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting his mind. Zhao Junhong's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were like lightning, hitting Qianye's body, he said coldly, "I hope you won't let me down."
Qianye simply replied: "I will do my best."
The sound of the horn of decisive battle is long and desolate.
There were layers of faint silver light on Zhao Junhong's body, he suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his finger and pointed at the center of Qianye's eyebrows!
This movement seemed gentle, but seeing the silver glow on his fingertips instantly become bright and thick to the point of being substantial, one can tell that this blow is no less powerful than a force weapon strike!
Qianye let out a deep shout, without dodging or dodging, he punched Zhao Junhong's finger without any tricks. He was about to fight Zhao Junhong head-to-head at the beginning.
Zhao Junhong had already been prepared for Qianye's fierce and tough fighting style. Immediately, he stretched his fingers and turned his wrist to catch his fist. After pulling and shaking, Qianye's body suddenly floated into the air. At this time, the crimson light of Qianye's fist merged with the silver light of Zhao Junhong's hand, but there was no movement of the original force exploding.
Qianye quickly returned the shock with his backhand, using his strength to move laterally, passed the top of Zhao Junhong's head, and landed on the other side. This dodge was extremely ingenious, Qianye's body had actually changed several times in the air, and he dodged Zhao Junhong's three combo attacks when there was no time to do so. The three silver lights almost brushed against Qianye's body and shot into the sky.
As soon as Qianye landed on the ground, he immediately kicked Zhao Junhong sideways, ruthlessly towards Zhao Junhong's waist. But Zhao Junhong only put his hands down, and with a slight push, Qianye was sent several meters away, and the second kick in a row naturally missed.
With only one face to face, the two exchanged several moves like flashes of lightning, and the offense and defense were extremely exciting. When the two separated, there was a sudden applause like a sky-shattering sound in the martial arts arena.
Even Wei Guogong nodded slightly and said, "It's interesting."
Qianye's heart was awe-inspiring. Only when he was really fighting on the field at this moment did he appreciate Zhao Junhong's strength. Mr. Zhao's close combat skills are so good, it doesn't look like he was cultivated in a family greenhouse, and his original force attribute is estimated to be exactly the opposite of the military attack. silent.
And Zhao Junhong also looked at Qianye solemnly, the silver light on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he said slowly: "You are indeed very good."
A silver light suddenly lit up between Zhao Junhong's eyebrows, as if he had opened a silver eye, his body moved, as if floating on the water, he was in front of Qianye in an instant, and pointed at Qianye again. But this time the fingertips were still far away, a little silver light flourished on the tip, pulling out a solid silver thread, and went straight to Qianye's chest.
Suddenly someone in the audience shouted: "Liuyin Jianzhi!"
Flowing Silver Sword Finger is a well-known one of the Zhao Clan's many secret combat skills. When it is successfully cultivated, the original force is as condensed as a sword, with incomparable sharpness and invincibility. This is a warrior-level secret skill, but Zhao Junhong not only achieved a small success at the seventh level, but actually condensed the original force sword glow. This is genius!
Qianye instantly felt a huge threat coming towards his face. This faint silver thread seemed to be bombarded by the original force! Without thinking, he let out a deep drink, and punched again, directly hitting the formed silver line of origin force!
The Bing Jue in Qianye's body moved rapidly, and the tides superimposed one after another, and it was close to thirty rounds in a blink of an eye. The turbulent original force came out through the fist, and slammed on the silver wire fiercely!
The front end of the silver thread was quickly shattered, but it did not collapse. Instead, it turned into dozens of thinner silver threads, piercing into Qianye's original force, tracing the source to penetrate the body!
During the ups and downs of Qianye's original force, the front wave was not flattened but the back wave was suddenly pulled up, and a wave of frenzied tide like a wall shot out through his fists, smashing the silver silk.
And Zhao Junhong also let out a clear whistle, and the silver wires flying around suddenly rushed back, twisted, and cut through the attacking wave of original force. However, Qianye's original force is also extremely resilient, it is broken and does not disperse, but instead gathers in the middle again and continues to charge forward.
In the blink of an eye, the original forces of the two were completely mixed together, colliding and fighting at every level of contact.