Xuanxia

Chapter 782 Starts Immediately

There were already crowds of people outside the Xuanmeng headquarters.

After the Qingjiangzi incident yesterday, due to the intervention of King Xishuo, the Lan family, and the Yuan family, and the indignation of many martial arts sects, everyone has decided to open the Xuanmeng Ceremony ahead of schedule.

Anyway, it was only three to five days away, so why not just start now?

As soon as the sky turned pale, the whole of Luoyi woke up.

Of course, those who came to Luoyi were not only the martial arts sects attending the conference, but also countless martial arts people - just like the previous Qianlong Hundred Heroes Conference, although there were many participants, they were not as many as the number of people who came to watch the fun.

The situation is the same today.

As soon as the gate of Xuanmeng headquarters opened, countless people from the martial arts world who were waiting outside rushed in.

At this time, relying on the Xuanmeng disciples to maintain order was certainly not enough - therefore, the people in the martial arts world saw a very strange scene.

There were rows of soldiers outside the Xuan League.

Armored horses, spears and flags, these Luoyi city defenders, led by their generals, actually came to guard the gate for Xuanmeng in person!

Not only that, after entering the gate, there are rows of eye-catching... mechanical men!

It was an elaborate product from the Shen Ji Men. Many people had seen the power of the mechanical men at the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Conference. When they saw these cold and hard mechanical products, the noisy voices of the people in the martial arts world became a little quieter.

Going further, you can see the huge platform from afar.

At the last Hundred Elites Conference, the platform was set up in the large square in front of the meeting hall.

This time it was different.

This time, the platform... was built directly on the meeting hall!

There were too many people coming, and they were too diverse. The huge square could only be barely filled with people. Therefore, tall wooden pillars were simply raised from the ground around the meeting hall. With the help of the towering eaves, a large platform was raised on the roof of the meeting hall!
“What a fantastic idea.”

In the crowd, a tall man with gray hair and long flowing beard smiled and said, "Why didn't I think of this at the beginning?"

He was dressed in black, with a long sword wrapped tightly in cloth on his back, and a half black mask on his face that covered the upper half of his face.

Next to him, there was another slightly younger man, also wearing a mask, but this young man's mask covered his entire face.

"Mr. Jiang."

The young man said calmly: "You are really brave."

"I founded this place myself. Why not come and take a look?" the tall man said with a smile.

These two people were none other than Jiang Baichuan and Hua Wuying!

Everyone guessed that Jiang Baichuan would come, and he did come.

However, it was not a sword that fell from the sky or came from the west, but... he brought Hua Wuying and walked in among the crowd.

"Many of the guards...are from other sects."

Hua Wuying turned his head and looked around.

He was very familiar with the Xuanmeng headquarters, and he immediately noticed that the guards here were severely saturated and even over-staffed.

There were many women... The clothes they wore were blue and white, like Taoist robes but not actually Taoist robes. They were from the Ziqixianfeng Temple.

Monk... from Jinchan Temple? Could it be that Master Huikong is here too?

I haven't seen those people much, they may be from other sects.

By the way, those patrolling among the crowd are secret envoys from Mingjian Pavilion, all of whom were brought by Brother Fu.

What a big battle...

It was much more lively and grand than the ceremony that he had originally planned and expected!
Immediately afterwards, Hua Wuying's attention was attracted by another group of people.

They were not like the gangsters who stood at specific positions to maintain order, but mostly stood on the edge of the platform and below the platform.

These people's clothes are even more gorgeous, and everyone seems to be wearing silk. The weapons in their hands can be seen at a glance to be different from those of ordinary soldiers. It is obvious that they... are very rich.

It is hard to find such rich people in the martial arts world. These people guarded the most core and important positions of the ceremony, and their positions were even more... conspicuous than the secret envoys of Mingjian Pavilion.

"A descendant of an aristocratic family."

Jiang Baichuan chuckled and said, "It seems that the initiative of this ceremony is not in Fu Qingzhou's hands."

A worried look flashed across Hua Wuying's eyes under his mask.

"They are all in the same group with you."

He said calmly: "Brother Fu is not an ordinary person. He is willing to let these people intervene, so he must have a trick up his sleeve."

"Yes, then yes."

Jiang Baichuan said leisurely: "Conspiracy and trickery... Xiao Daoer."

Hua Wuying sneered: "I should be the one giving this to you."

Jiang Baichuan smiled and said nothing more.

More and more people poured into the Xuanmeng headquarters, gradually filling the entire square. The sound of their voices was buzzing like countless swarms of bees.

"Tell me, how do we choose the leader of the Xuan League today?"

"Who knows? Whoever is better should go first."

"Not necessarily. Just being able to fight is useless. You need to have the power to attract people. Doesn't the Xuanmeng want to control the entire martial arts world?"

"But we can't fight. Even a real master wouldn't give in, right?"

"That means he has to be good at fighting and have appeal... Master Huikong from Jinchan Temple, could it be him?"

"The evil monk Huijue just appeared in Jinchan Temple. Isn't that a little difficult? Could it be Baihe Zhenren from Ziqi Xianfeng Temple?"

"Not necessarily. You see, this ceremony was organized by Fu Qingzhou. Maybe he wants to be the leader himself?"

There were discussions going on around him, but Hua Wuying no longer listened.

He didn't care that Jiang Baichuan was standing next to him, he just closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing...

at the same time.

Fu Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes in the hut.

He didn't sleep that night.

But he didn't make any arrangements or anything.

He was just practicing.

It has been a long time since I practiced seriously.

Even the "military training" some time ago was more about training in "skills" rather than improving the level of martial arts.

Of course, one night of practice would not yield particularly great results, but during this night, he was finally able to temporarily put aside those distracting thoughts, calm down his mind, and bring everything he had into harmony.

When the cock crowed at dawn, Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes. There was a gleam of light in his pupils, and all his fatigue and hesitation were swept away.

Enemies? Friends? Conspiracies? Calculations?
It doesn't matter anymore.

Today may be an end, or it may be a beginning.

But it doesn’t matter anyway, as long as I have a clear conscience.

As he opened his eyes, the light white mist that filled the room also surged and absorbed into the acupuncture points throughout his body, returning to calm.

Fu Qingzhou got out of bed, put on his shoes, stood beside the wooden rack where clothes were hung, reached out and gently stroked the gorgeous official uniform of the Mingjian Pavilion envoy, and then picked up the most familiar Jianghu cloth clothes beside him.

With the long sword of Lieyun hanging on his waist, the big bow tied on his back, the quiver hanging on the side of his leg, and the sword of De placed horizontally behind his waist, he pushed open the door, faced the light, and walked out.

(End of this chapter)