Xuanxia

Chapter 783 Xuanmeng Ceremony

Chapter 783 Xuanmeng Ceremony (Part )

Crowds.

A surging crowd.

Fu Qingzhou made his way through the surging crowd.

Several secret envoys led the way in front of him, and the crowded crowd around him didn't even notice for a moment that the person who was hurriedly passing by was the protagonist they had discussed countless times just now.

It was not until he walked up the steps of the platform and the rays of the rising sun shone on him that the countless people in the square gradually quieted down.

They stared with wide eyes, watching Fu Qingzhou slowly move up step by step.

It was very strange that the people in the martial arts world who were originally noisy suddenly stopped shouting and calling out.

They might have wanted to shout something, but for some reason, they swallowed the words back when they reached their lips.

The sunlight from the horizon illuminated Fu Qingzhou, making the edges of his body outline glow slightly, giving him an indescribable strange and divine quality.

How could such an idea come into being?

How could a young knight, a man who had only been famous for a very short time, give them such a feeling?
"He gave me a very strange feeling."

In the crowd, Jiang Baichuan stopped smiling and said solemnly, "He... has become different."

Hua Wuying didn't say anything and kept his eyes tightly closed.

There are more than one or two people who feel this way.

Below the platform, Master Baihe frowned slightly and turned to look at Master Jingming beside him: "What do you think?"

"Master."

Master Jingming was stunned and said, "I don't know why, but he gives me the feeling that he is very similar to... my master back then."

"That's right." Master Baihe narrowed his eyes slightly: "A few years ago, I met Ning Baimei once, and I felt the same way."

On the other side, Ning Wushu sighed softly.

Ning Wuwang stood beside her and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, little sister?"

"He forced himself to bear too much." Ning Wushu said slowly.

"Is it?"

Ning Wuwang raised his head and looked at Fu Qingzhou's back, his eyes leisurely: "He has only just turned twenty. In terms of strength, realm, status and position, it is far from his turn to bear all this. Why should he bear all this?"

"Heh." Ning Wushu smiled faintly: "Father taught you too little... If you had gone to the Northern Frontier with me and met my adoptive father, perhaps you would have understood."

The whispers from the audience below the stage lasted only a brief moment, and then quickly died down as if afraid to break the silence.

Fu Qingzhou walked up the stairs step by step with a smile on his face and eyes as bright as the rising sun. Both sides of the stairs were filled with masters invited by the aristocratic families, but he just walked up calmly without looking around.

Finally, he reached the highest point, stepped gently on the wooden boards covered with a red carpet, and walked steadily to the center of the platform.

The sunlight shone in from the main gate of Xuanmeng, directly towards him, causing the figures of the people below the stage to be dimly lit and appear pitch black.

Fu Qingzhou kept smiling, took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, and gently patted it on his chest.

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? Hello, hello." He tried the sound.

His whispers turned into waves of sound under the effect of the talisman paper, instantly covering the entire Xuanmeng headquarters.

"I can hear it!" "I can hear it!" A noisy response came from the audience.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Thank you everyone... Let me introduce myself. I am Fu Qingzhou."

There were scattered applause and cheers from the audience, but they soon died down.

It feels weird.

Yes……

Fu Qingzhou should have been wearing the official uniform of Mingjian Pavilion at this time, appearing with an identity and image that everyone admires, saying some passionate words to attract everyone to work together to denounce the evil villain, and then announcing the start of this grand ceremony amid the enthusiasm of the crowd.

But he was actually wearing the most ordinary Jianghu cloth, even worse than many of the Jianghu people below the stage who had dressed up for the ceremony, and his expression was always calm and peaceful, without any excitement on his face.

How to create an atmosphere like this?
"Everyone, I may know what you want to hear, but I want to say something else."

Fu Qingzhou stood still on the stage and said softly, "The person standing here should not be me."

In the crowd, Hua Wuying's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly. "Xuanmeng was conceived by my brother Hua Wuying."

Fu Qingzhou swept his eyes across the countless people in the audience and continued, "He worked hard and exhausted himself for this. When the Xuan League was first established, many gangsters tried to come and seize the property left by the former Wulin League. For this, Brother Hua and his fellow apprentices shed a lot of blood to defend this small, inconspicuous manor under your feet now."

"But he worked so hard for all this, why is he not here now?"

He smiled and said, "Because he is going to kill someone, the one who taught him and treated him like a father."

"Jiang Baichuan!" someone shouted loudly from below.

Jiang Baichuan in the crowd smiled slightly and didn't care.

"Yes, Jiang Baichuan."

Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "You may not understand why the Hundred-armed Sword Immortal and the leader of the Wulin Alliance, who used to be so popular and prestigious in the martial arts world, suddenly became a rat that everyone wanted to beat... Then let me explain it to you."

Hearing this, Jiang Baichuan, who had been smiling just now, froze.

In contrast, countless gangsters in the audience... they suddenly became excited!
Good man, there’s still gossip to listen to?
Their exclamations created a brief roar that quickly faded away.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Because Jiang Baichuan is mentally ill."

"Oh... to put it bluntly, he's crazy."

"In fact, he is also a pitiful man. He went crazy many years ago. On the one hand, he believed that he was the most benevolent Jiang Baichuan in the world, while on the other hand, he played the role of the leader of Xiyu Pavilion who killed people without blinking an eye."

"Of course, pity is not a reason for him to make mistakes."

He said leisurely: "But he became like this... It is also due to the instigation of some people with ulterior motives."

"It's been rumored in the martial arts world that there's a mysterious force behind Jiang Baichuan - now, I can tell you that it's true."

"They not only took in Jiang Baichuan, but also Huijue, and even the remnants of the Demon Cult and countless villains who couldn't make it in the martial arts world. They all became their subordinates."

"This is not something that happened in the last one or two years. They have been planning all this for a long time."

"When Jiang Baichuan was still the leader of the Wulin Alliance and the leader of Xiyu Pavilion, they took advantage of Jiang Baichuan, promising him great power and a high position, and lured him into making mistakes step by step, eventually leading him to the abyss."

"Before Huijue's true identity was revealed, they secretly provided Huijue with manpower, money, and resources to support the Fanyin Temple, allowing them to harm the people and do extremely cruel and bloody things."

"These people... can be called the biggest cancer in the world."

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "Even the shit from the big yellow dog at the entrance of my hometown village is not as disgusting or smelly as theirs."

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the audience.

But some people didn't laugh.

Fu Qingzhou didn't look to see who didn't laugh. He just said softly: "Of course, these people are also very powerful and mysterious. They are powerful enough to subvert the entire martial arts world, and mysterious enough that no one knows who they are, where they are, and what they want to do."

“So, I thought of a way.”

The laughter stopped.

Everyone, whether his friends or enemies hiding in the dark, looked at him strangely, not knowing what he was going to do.

But the next moment, they knew everything.

"As everyone knows, I am the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion."

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Some people also say that I am the next sword master - because I can decide who will be the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way."

There was a buzz in the audience, but it didn't cause much noise.

After all, most people in the martial arts world don’t even know what the Eight Kingly Swords are.

But some people who knew the situation all sensed that something was wrong.

Lan Xiyu hiding in the shadows somewhere, King Xishuo standing at the window of a small building not far away, Yuan Zizhen under the high platform...

Everyone's gaze suddenly became focused.

"Sister Wushu."